I make a face at him. “Really? How are you still in business? Do you know sign language or something?”
He bends down and bites my ass. When I yelp in surprise, he bites the other cheek, laughing against my skin.
“Such a mouthy little rabbit,” he whispers, rubbing his beard over my stinging behind. Then he slides a hand between my legs, and his voice gains an edge. “And so ready for me.”
I close my eyes and curl my fingers in the sheets, lying still as he glides his fingers through my wetness. He takes his time, lazily stroking my clit until I’m panting.
“Aidan?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I need more.”
“And you’ll get it. When I’m ready to give it to you.”
I turn my face to the sheets and wriggle my bottom, attempting to hurry him along.
“Bad bunny,” he whispers hotly.
“Please?”
His groan is soft. He tugs on my clit, gently pinching it between two fingers to elicit a gasp from me, along with more begging and bottom wiggling.
“Please, Aidan. Pretty please.”
In a dark, sensual voice, he says, “Shake that ass one more time, and I’ll assume you want me to fuck it.”
I fall still. Breathing hard, my whole body trembling, I say, “D-do you want to?”
“You know I do. Know what else I want?”
I can smell him on the sheets. The earthy warm musk of his body, that indelible, intoxicating scent of a male in his prime.
I want to roll around in these sheets like a dog in mud, getting his scent all over me, smothering my skin in that delicious smell so I can never wash it off my body.
I whisper, “What?”
He leans down near my ear, so close I feel the heat coming off him in waves.
“Everything. I want every fucking thing you have to give me, Kayla. And I want you to give it to me without hesitation. Without question. And without regret.”
The sheer dominance and desire in his voice makes me shiver. My nipples are hard and my pussy is throbbing, and I’d sign over the deed to my house and everything else I own right now if only he’d hurry up and fuck me.
I blurt, “Okay.”
To my great disappointment, he says, “No. We’re not there yet.”
“I am!”
His exhalation is ragged, sending a wash of warm air over my shoulder. “Sweet girl. I love that you said that. But you’re not.”
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me shudder in desperation.
“How do we get there?”
“Time.”
He slides a finger inside me, pressing deep. I moan, loving how it feels but still needing more.
“And practice.”
He adds another finger, working it inside me as I clench the sheets.
“A lot of practice.”
He thrusts his fingers in and out, biting me harder as he finger fucks me. I tilt my hips and spread my thighs wider, my heart racing and my body responding to him as if he’s playing it like an instrument.
“Oh God. Aidan. Aidan.”
Into my ear, he softly commands, “Beg me to let you come.”
“Yes! Please, yes, that’s exactly what I was going to say, will you please, please let me come?”
I don’t care that I’m babbling. I don’t care how I must look, writhing around mindlessly underneath him. I don’t even care that all it took for me to hand him the reins to my mind and body was a few words, spoken in that soft, commanding tone that somehow drives me crazy.
All I care about is the fire between my legs that I need him to quench immediately.
“Look at you fucking yourself on my fingers,” he growls. “Look at those greedy hips move. Does my bunny not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”
It’s a question that doesn’t require an answer. Which is good, because I’m not capable of speech at the moment, anyway.
In the most dominant voice he’s used yet, Aidan says, “Here in this bed, this is what happens: I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”
On the verge of orgasm, I sob.
“Don’t you dare let go without my permission,” he growls, thrusting those long, hard fingers inside me over and over again.
I make a garbled sound of pleasure and frantically grind against his hand. My eyes roll back into my head.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, Aidan pulls his fingers out of me.
Ignoring my whine of protest, he pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them away. Then he hikes me up to my knees and gives me a series of fast, stinging slaps on my ass as he grips the back of my neck, holding my head and chest down against the mattress.