Pen Pal(48)

I shove one hand between my legs and frantically start rubbing my clit. I’m soaked already, desperate, breathing hard through my nose and shaking all over.

He cradles my face in both hands and flexes his hips, guiding his cock in and out of my mouth, controlling the speed and depth, controlling every part of me.

He whispers, “Oh, fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes.”

I gaze up at him. Our eyes lock. His lips are parted, and his eyes burn. They burn straight through me, flaying me open until I’m totally exposed, raw and vulnerable. Mewling around his cock, I shove a finger inside the aching space between my legs.

“Don’t come,” he orders in a soft, stroking voice as he imprisons me in his mesmerizing gaze. “Be a good girl and hold out for me.”

I’m going out of my mind. I beg him silently with my eyes. He licks his lips, watching me.

A contraction deep in my core makes me suck in a sharp breath through my nose. Aidan fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head back. His dick pops out of my mouth.

Breathing hard, he bends down until he’s staring into my wide eyes from only a few inches away. Holding my jaw firmly, he says in a guttural voice, “Did you disobey your master?”

I’m panting so hard, I can barely answer. “No. No. I promise.”

He doesn’t believe me. With a growl, he pushes me onto my back on the bare wood floor and kneels over me, flattening one hand over my sternum and pressing down so I’m pinned. The other hand he slides between my legs. He hisses when he finds me soaking wet and ready for him.

He thrusts a finger inside me, shushing me when I groan.

“Arms over your head. Spread your legs. One more sound, and you’ll be punished.”

Quaking, I lift my arms over my head and rest my clasped hands against the floor. Then I spread my thighs and bite my bottom lip, praying I’ll be strong enough to remain silent as I’ve been instructed.

He’s still for a moment, watching my face with avid eyes, that finger sunk deep inside me waiting for the rhythmic clench of orgasm. I’m almost there—almost—and if he moves his finger at all, I’ll tip over the edge and start fucking his hand desperately as my climax rips through me.

“Sweet little bunny,” he whispers, elated. “You’re trying so hard to be good, aren’t you?”

I nod frantically.

He slides the hand pressed against my sternum over to one breast and fondles it for a moment before he pinches the hard nipple. Pleasure ripples through my body in waves that head straight down between my legs. Though I’m unable to control the way my thighs quiver and my back arches from the floor, I remain silent, breathing shallowly through my nose.

Between his legs, his erection juts out from the open fly of his jeans. It’s big and glistens with my saliva, the crown flushed red. The shaft is thick, taut, and mapped with veins.

I want it. I need it. I need him to impale me on it and fuck me senseless as he growls filthy things into my ear and perfumes my skin with his scent as he grinds against my body.

“Eyes on me, Kayla.”

I meet his dark gaze and whisper, “Yes, sir.”

Though I was supposed to be quiet, I can tell that he’s pleased with me.

For my reward, he rolls me onto my belly and spanks my ass smartly, going back and forth between each cheek until I’m almost crying with need.

He stops just short of spanking me into an orgasm.

When I whimper, my cheek pressed against the floor and my eyes squeezed shut, he says through gritted teeth, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. You better run away now, little rabbit, or I’ll rip you to fucking pieces.”

Knowing relief isn’t too far away now, I sob as I scramble to my hands and knees, then leap to my feet.

Snarling like an animal, he slaps my ass. I yelp and jump, then tear out of the kitchen with my heart in my throat. I barely get his bedroom door slammed and the lock on the handle turned before he’s pounding on it, demanding I let him in.

When I refuse, he kicks the door open.

It smashes against the wall. A few books fall off the bookshelf and tumble to the floor. A chunk of plaster drops from the ceiling. Aidan stands in the open doorway, breathing hard, nostrils flared, eyes as fierce as a hungry predator’s as he gazes at me, backed up trembling against the far wall.

He growls, “On your hands and knees on the mattress.”

I shout defiantly, “No! If you want me, you have to catch me!”

His grin is wide and lethal.

I feint left. He lunges. I dart the other direction, too fast for him to spin around and grab me. With a laugh of victory, I run from the bedroom and down the hall.

He catches me in the living room.

Grabbing me by the scruff of my neck, he pulls me back against his body and wraps an iron arm around my ribs. As I struggle to get free, he laughs, nuzzling his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply.

“You think you’re strong enough to get away from me, bunny?”

“Yes!” I twist and squirm helplessly.

“I don’t think so.” He bites my shoulder, reaching around to grab me between my legs. His voice drops. “What I think is that you’re about to get fucked very, very hard.”

I might faint. My pulse is wild, I’m panting in desperation, and I feel strangely weightless, as if I’m disembodied, floating outside of myself.