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I’m disturbed by this idea. “You mean…rape
her?”

“No, of course not,” Aiden replies at once.
“I promise you, Emma, I may at some time in the future take you forcefully but
I will never take you by force. There
is
a difference between rape and a
punishment fuck.”

“There is?” It’s hard to talk when he’s
stroking my breasts and teasing my nipples but I make myself speak anyway.

“Of course.” He nods at the laptop screen.
“This submissive knows that she’s crossed the line and earned a severe
punishment. Watch…” He stops touching me for a moment to rewind the movie to a
certain point. “See?” he says, nodding at the screen. “He doesn’t force her to
get to her hands and knees—she gets willingly into the position and offers
herself to him.”

I watch quietly and sure enough, the blonde
submissive gets on the bed and spreads her legs wide for her Master with no
sign of reluctance. Still, I’m bothered by the scene. “But…” I clear my throat.
“But she knows he’s going to…going to fuck her hard and she still…still opens
herself to him?”

“That is the essence of submission,
darling,” Aiden murmurs in a low, purring growl. “Taking your punishment willingly
and without hesitation.”

“I don’t know if I could do that,” I
whisper. “If-if I’ll ever be able to do that.”

“You will,” Aiden assures me. “In time,
darling. And when you do—when you offer yourself to me without any reservation,
even knowing that what I’m going to do to you will hurt—when you rejoice in the
pain as well as the pleasure—then and only then will your education in
submission be complete.”

I’m not sure if I want to be that
“educated” but I don’t say so out loud. It’s becoming too hard to talk with
Aiden touching me, stroking and teasing my naked body until I feel as if I want
to moan with unreleased tension.

“Do you think she enjoys offering her body
to her Master like that?” Aiden asks in a low voice. As he speaks, his hand
slides down to cup my naked pussy. “Spreading her legs and inviting him to fill
her tight little cunt with his big hard cock even though she knows he’s going
to fuck her hard? To give her a punishment fuck?” He spreads me open as he
talks, stroking lightly over my swollen folds, which are already creamy and wet
for him.

“Master,” I gasp as he circles my clit with
one careful fingertip. “Oh Goddess, please…”

“It’s been a long day for you, Emma,” he
murmurs in my ear. “I’ve teased you and punished you and made you wear the
harness. But I don’t think you’ve been allowed to come, have you?”

“You know I haven’t,” I whisper back, my
voice ragged. I’m so close now—if he would just give me a little bit more…

“And you’d like to come, wouldn’t you?” he
prompts me, still slowly stroking my inner cunt.

“Yes, Goddess, yes,” I gasp. “I
need
to—you know I do.”

“Well then, go ahead, darling.” Abruptly,
he withdraws his hand, leaving me gasping and panting and only a hair away from
the edge.

I groan in frustration. “What are you
talking about?”

“About making yourself come, of course.
Here, I’ll show you what I mean.” Lifting me gently but firmly, he turns me
around until I’m straddling him, my legs spread wide around his narrow hips and
my breasts nearly in his face. “Now, Emma,” he says, his eyes gleaming. “Go
ahead, make yourself come.”

“I…but I…” My entire body, so flushed with
desire only a moment ago, is suddenly cold. I can’t do this—can’t touch myself
in front of him. He already saw me doing it early today when he caught me on
the webcam. That was an accident but it will still go down in my personal
history of most mortifying moments of all time. And now he wants me to do it
again but this time on purpose? “I can’t,” I say, my voice trembling. “I don’t…
I’ve never…never done that in front of anyone.”

“You’ve never had a Master before, either.”
Aiden’s voice has dropped a register and his eyes are stern and uncompromising.
“But now you do. And it would please me greatly, Emma, to watch you stroke your
pussy until you come for me.”

I can’t believe this. He’s serious—he’s
really going to make me do this. “What-what if I won’t?” I ask hesitantly.

He frowns. “Then I’ll punish you. And you
won’t be allowed to come all day tomorrow or the next day or the day after
that. Believe me, Emma, the buildup of sexual tension can be quite painful
after a while.”

I bite my lip. “I’m just… I’m embarrassed.”

“Of what?” he asks softly. “You’ve got a
beautiful body I love looking at and you make the most appealing sounds when
you come. So soft and helpless—it makes me hard just thinking about it.” Reaching
up, he strokes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Go on, darling,” he murmurs,
looking at me steadily. “Put on a show for me. Let me see you touch
yourself—touch your little pussy.”

I don’t know what else to do. Taking a deep
breath, I let my hand slide down my trembling abdomen slowly, slowly, until I finally
reach my mound. Closing my eyes, I slip my fingers inside my wet folds and
begin rapidly stroking my swollen clit.

“No.” Aiden’s stern voice interrupts my
concentration. My fingers stop moving and my eyes fly open. What was I doing
wrong? “Look at me,” he instructs, cupping my cheek. “I want to look into your
eyes while you come.”

“Y-yes Master,” I whisper. The intensity of
his gaze is hard to bear—it’s so intimate, so invasive. But I force myself to
stare into his face as my fingers go back to work, stroking my swollen clit.

“Beautiful.” Aiden spares a glance down
between us, studying my fingers, watching the way I work on myself before he
looks into my eyes again. “I love watching you pleasure yourself, Emma. I love
how pink and flushed your cheeks get and how bright your eyes are. Not to
mention the way your slim fingers stroke that hot little clit.” He caresses my
hair. “Tell me, darling, are you getting close?”

I am but the ultimate peak is still eluding
me. Part of the reason is embarrassment—though I’m slowly getting used to it,
my innermost self is still screaming that this is a private act and I shouldn’t
be performing it for anyone to watch. The other part is that I need something
else, something more…but what, I don’t know.

Aiden seems to know, though. “Would you
mind if I helped out?” he asks, softly.

“Of course not, Master,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Good.” Gently but firmly, he slides two
long fingers deep into my heated pussy and begins to finger-fuck me in a slow,
steady rhythm. “Now come for me, Emma,” he commands in that low, forceful
voice. “Come for me and let me feel your sweet pussy squeezing my fingers.”

Oh Goddess, I couldn’t stop myself if I
wanted to! He’s fucking me harder now, pressing deep inside me with every
thrust. And all the time his eyes hold mine with a burning intensity that makes
me feel as if I can’t look away.

My orgasm hits me in a rush so powerful I feel
faint. “Aiden,” I gasp. “Master…oh!” I can feel my pussy contracting around his
fingers, feel my hips thrusting to meet his rhythm as I lose myself completely
in the pleasure of the moment.

“Good girl, Emma,” he whispers fiercely,
his eyes burning with lust. “Come for me, darling. Come
hard
. Gods, I
wish I had my cock inside you instead of my fingers.”

The thought of that long, hard ridge of
flesh I can feel under my ass sliding deep inside me, fucking me, makes my body
tremble with longing. Goddess, his fingers feel so good but I need more. So
much more…

“I can’t give you what you want, not
tonight,” Aiden says and I realize I’ve been speaking my thoughts aloud. “I’m
sorry, darling, but you’re just not ready.”

“You are, though.” I wiggle on top of him,
eliciting a low groan. “Let me make you come, Master,” I beg, for the second
time that night. “I don’t have to use my mouth if you don’t want me to. I can just…rub
against you some. Please?”

I don’t know why I want this so much but I
do—Goddess, I really do. And I can sense that Aiden wants it too. Of course, it
wouldn’t take a psychic to feel the huge lump of his cock growing in those
tight jeans.

“Very well,” he growls at last. “When the
time draws closer, we’ll have to conserve our sexual longing. But we still have
days before the event.”

I have no idea what he means by this but
the sight of his long, thick cock making its second appearance of the night
drives it completely from my mind.

“Now then,” Aiden growls, pulling me
closer. “Ride me, my little witch. Slide that hot little pussy against my cock
until I coat your belly with my cum.”

I am more than eager to comply. Pressing
close to him, I spread my cunt lips and enfold his thick shaft in my creamy
pussy. We both moan at the intimate contact and I gasp as I feel his heated
cock glide over my throbbing clit. I’m still so sensitive from coming that I feel
almost raw—the sensation of his hot, silky skin against mine is almost too
much, too intense. And yet, I want more of it—so much more.

Aiden guides me, his big hands bracketing
my hips as he pulls me against him. But I’m not content to let him control
things completely. Reaching between us, I press his shaft deeper into my folds
and work my hips against him, coating him thoroughly with my slippery honey as
I ride the hot ridge of his cock.

I’ve never touched a man like this before,
never gone so far, and I want to go further—want to go all the way. The
sensation of his heated flesh rubbing against mine is delicious and with each
long up-and-down stroke the broad head of his cock bumps over my clit. I tilt
my pelvis, sliding up and down against him with his shaft pressed between us.
When I rise above him, of his cock slides down to press against the entrance of
my pussy for just a moment before I slide down again, rubbing his hard ridge
against the tender bud of my clit.

I begin to have a very vivid fantasy. I
want to wait for the moment when the head of his cock is lodged at my wet
opening. Then I’ll rise up higher on my knees and thrust my hips forward. That
way when I move down again, he’ll slide
into
me rather than against me.

I can almost seeit happening, can
almost feelhis thickness breaching my entrance and filling my pussy.
The temptation to put my plan in action is almost too great to be denied. I’m just
about to do it…when I look into Aiden’s eyes again and realize he knows exactly
what I’m thinking.

“No, darling,” he says, his voice stern
despite almost being hoarse with lust. “I’d hurt you and that’s the last thing
I want to do. You’re not ready yet—tonight I’m just going to come on your
belly.” He grips my hips more tightly and pulls me against him, stilling my own
motion, making me submit to him. “And you’re going to come with me.”

I’m already hot and on the edge. The way he
pulls me to him and the short, hard, masterful thrusts that rub the broad shaft
of his cock almost roughly against my throbbing clit push me over again. I cry
out his name and grip his broad shoulders tightly as I feel myself clenching
again, my whole body going tense with orgasm.

Aiden lets out a low groan and then I feel
a new sensation—something hot and wet is jetting from his cock in hard, short
spurts and coating both our bellies.

Curious and still hazy with lust, I look
down to see his cock spurting between us. He’s still pressed between my pussy
lips and I can feel each jet of cum traveling up his thick shaft before it wets
my belly.

I can’t help staring in awe. Goddess, he’s
right, he doescome a lot. Now I’m really glad he didn’t ask me to suck
and swallow all that. My whole lower abdomen is wet with his essence and the
creamy is stuff slipping down between my pussy lips too, into my unprotected
pussy.

It’s this last thought that makes me pull
back, just as he finishes coming.
I’m not protected,
I remind myself.
Not
on any kind of birth control at all. Oh Goddess…

“You can go clean up, if you like,” Aiden
says quietly and I realize he’s been reading my face again—or maybe my
thoughts. I’m still not convinced he can’t do that. “But blow out the candles
first.”

“Candles?” I look at him uncertainly. “What
are you talking about?”

He gives me an amused look. “Behind you,
darling. The candles you lit when you came.”

I jerk my head around and stare at the twin
candle flames burning brightly in the silver candlesticks on the far edge of
his desk. Can it really be? Did I really light them?

“But I can’t… I don’t… I’m a dud,” I get
out at last.

Aiden frowns. “No, you’re not—you’re one of
the most powerful witches I’ve met in years. But you’re blocked. Something is
holding your magic in but just now, when you let yourself go with me, some of
it leaked out.” He shrugs as though it’s no big deal. “That’s all.”

“I…but I…” I can’t get over it. After years
of trying and crying and swearing and hoping and finally giving up and
accepting I have no power… This is just too much to take in. “Are you sure it
was me?” I say at last.

“Positive.” He raises an eyebrow at me.
“I’m a vampire, remember? It’s impossible for me to have any magical talent—it
would be at odds with my nature.”

“But-but you can go out in daylight. And
eat. And—”

“Those abilities were bought for me at a
price.” He looks away. “For a very great price.”

For a price? What price?
“Who bought them for you?” I ask, though the closed look on his face
warns me to stop. “Was it whoever owned that copy of
Farrow’s
?” I nod at
the spell book that lies abandoned on the wooden chair across from his desk.

Aiden doesn’t answer. “I assure you, Emma,”
he says, pushing me gently but firmly off his lap. “I have no magical abilities
of my own. It was
you
who lit the candles. And you are the one who must
blow them out.”