Pen Pal(49)

Aidan drops to the sofa, bringing me down with him, then flips us over and pins me under his weight so my face is smashed in the cushions. I struggle to get free, but he grabs my wrists and pins them overhead.

Hot and stiff, his erection pokes against my stinging ass.

He takes a moment to enjoy my helpless struggles and cries and merely lies on top of me, his bare chest burning my back as he sniffs my hair, shoulders, and neck and grunts in pleasure.

“Let me go!”

He chuckles. “Say the safe word, and I will.”

The smug bastard. He knows I won’t say the fucking safe word.

I scream in frustration. It makes him laugh.

“Bad bunny,” he whispers, his tone jubilant.

“No!”

“Oh, yes, you are. And you know what bad bunnies get, don’t you.”

It’s not a question, but it still requires an answer.

“Set free!”

He puts his mouth next to my ear and says hotly, “No, baby. They get fucked in the ass by their masters until they promise to be good.”

I almost orgasm then. My pussy clenches with need. I groan in desperation, wriggling my butt against him.

Gripping my wrists with one hand, Aidan slides the other between my legs. He rubs my pussy lips, spreading the wetness up between my ass cheeks. When his fingertips glide over my anus, I squeal.

He slides his finger in up to the knuckle. I cry out, stiffening.

“This is mine,” he says darkly. “I’m gonna claim it. If you don’t want that, say the safe word right fucking now.”

Trapped beneath him, I’m helpless, but not completely. I know all it would take is one word to turn this whole thing around. If I said the safe word, I know he’d stop instantly and release me. I know it without a doubt, and that’s what keeps me on the right side of the fine line between pleasure and fear.

I turn my face to the cushion and sob his name.

He exhales a moan filled with desire and dark satisfaction. “Yes, baby. Say my name when I fuck you. Scream it when you come for me.”

He spits on his fingers, rubs his saliva all over the sensitive knot between my ass cheeks, then holds me down as he guides the head of his hard cock inside me.

I cry out, shuddering.

“Take your master’s dick,” he commands, and shoves it all the way in.

It burns and leaves me breathless, my eyes watering and my ass muscles clenched. Aidan doesn’t move his hips again, he simply lies on top of me, breathing heavily against my hair, both hands now wrapped around my wrists.

His total dominance over my body makes something fragile inside my chest snap like a twig.

A tear slides over the bridge of my nose. Trembling, full of him and chaotic emotion, I whisper brokenly, “Master.”

He groans. In a faint, breathless voice, he says, “Sweet girl. My good girl. Beg for me.”

I close my eyes and obey. “Please, master. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

He withdraws and pumps back into my ass with a sharp snap of his hips.

My sob is broken and grateful.

He does it again, thrusting harder, then again with a grunt when I moan.

It stings like a son of a bitch, but my clit is throbbing and my hard nipples rub with delicious friction against the coarse fabric of the sofa with every thrust, so I beg him to keep going, canting my hips up and back like the greedy little slut he’s made me.

Releasing my wrists, he grabs my hip in one hand and pushes against the sofa with the other. He rears back to his knees, keeping his cock inside my ass and bringing me with him. He steadies me and braces one foot against the floor, then grips my hips in both hands as he kneels behind me.

Then he fucks me hard and deep, driving into my tender ass with relentless force as I cry out deliriously and his heavy balls slap against my pussy.

“Master! Master! Please may I come?”

He pants, “Yes, baby. Give it to me.”

He reaches around between my legs and firmly tugs on my swollen clit.

It sets off an instantaneous chain reaction.

I gasp and buck. My pussy clenches rhythmically. My mind blinks offline as my body takes over, responding to his touch on a level beyond conscious control.

“Aidan! Oh God, Aidan, I’m coming! I’m coming!”

The sound that breaks from his throat is guttural, animalistic, and thoroughly pleased.

Then he shoves his thick finger inside my throbbing pussy, and his sounds are drowned out by my high, wavering scream of pleasure.

He shudders, lets out a primal roar, and comes inside me.

I break down into tears, sobbing helplessly in sweet surrender as this beautiful beast of a man drags me down with him into the dark.





25





Afterward, I’m an emotional mess.

I lie facedown on the sofa with my ass in the air, sobbing into the cushions, trembling all over, sweaty and spent. Aidan is bent over me, breathing raggedly. His hot forehead rests between my shoulder blades.

“Oh, baby,” he whispers. “Don’t cry. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

He presses the gentlest of kisses to my spine and slowly withdraws from my body. Then he drags the afghan off the back of the sofa and wraps me in it. He sits, pulls me onto his lap, and surrounds me with his strong arms.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead and wet cheeks. “You’re my good, beautiful girl.”