Maybe I haven’t told Aidan about it because I don’t want to relive that last part. The splashing and the screaming. Michael’s desperate cries for help growing weaker as the boat drifted farther and farther away.
The smell of smoke over the dark water and the awful, brittle laughter that seemed to come from everywhere all around.
I didn’t tell the detective who interviewed me after the accident about the laughter. It’s not exactly something I can explain.
I must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing I know, the room is light and Aidan’s big hand is gently stroking my bottom. He’s still behind me in the same position he was when he fell asleep.
He murmurs, “Morning, sweet bunny. Sleep well?”
Turning my head toward him, I inhale and stretch my legs, curling my toes. “I think so. You?”
He presses a kiss to my nape. His hand drifts over my hip and down between my legs. “Like the dead.”
“Hmm. That big hard thing poking into my tailbone doesn’t feel very dead.”
He chuckles. “You can’t blame him. He’s got a beautiful naked woman in his bed.”
When he slips his fingers inside my pussy and strokes them over my clit, I sigh in pleasure.
“I’m obsessed with that sound,” he says, his voice darker. “With all the sounds you make. I can’t get enough of you, Kayla.”
He bites me on the shoulder. It’s not hard, but it is dominant. Like something an animal would do before it mounts its mate.
“You’re shivering.”
“It’s not from cold.”
“I know, baby. Time to sit on my face.”
My eyes fly open. “Pardon?”
“You heard me. And from now on, I expect you to obey an order the first time I give it.”
My heartbeat surges. I lie still with my mind going a million miles an hour until I venture hesitantly, “I want to ask you something, but I don’t want you to think I’m being, um, disobedient. I’m just trying to figure out the rules.”
He kisses my shoulder, then my neck. Actually, kissing isn’t really what he’s doing. It’s more like licking and sucking. As if he’s tasting my skin and finds it delicious.
Nipping my earlobe, he whispers, “Ask your master for permission to speak.”
Oh God. Oh dear holy God in heaven, this is actually happening.
He! Just! Said! That!
Calmly lavishing my shoulders and neck with his lips and tongue, Aidan lazily strokes his fingers back and forth over my clit, which is now achingly sensitive. My nipples are, too. So is my entire nervous system, which feels as if it’s about to explode.
Hyperventilating, I whisper, “May I please have permission to speak…master?”
His voice low and hypnotic, he says, “Yes, my perfect, pretty bunny rabbit. You may.”
Then he presses his teeth to the side of my throat and slides a finger inside me.
My cry of pleasure is soft and broken. It takes me a moment to remember what the hell I was going to say. “I…I don’t know exactly what you mean by sit on your face.”
“It’s not rocket science.”
“Yes, but I mean, logistically, how does it work? Do I, like, brace my hands against the wall for balance?”
He sounds surprised. “You’ve never done it before?”
“No. And I don’t want to smother you.”
His laughter is muffled against my skin. Then he groans. “Fucking hell, you’re sweet. You’re so goddamn sweet, I just want to sink my teeth into every inch of you.”
“You’re doing a pretty good job of that so far.”
He rolls me to my back and cups my face in his hand. Gazing intently down at me, he says, “What else haven’t you done?”
“Everything that doesn’t include missionary or doggie style with the lights out. Oh, and oral. But nothing…”
“What?”
My cheeks are heating up, damn them. “Kinky.”
“Define kinky.”
“I think you know what I mean, mister.”
He’s trying not to laugh at me. Pressing his lips together, his eyes alight, he shakes his head. “It’s master or sir. No misters. I’ll give you one free pass, but next time, disrespect will earn you a spanking.”
I smile up at him. “You say that like you don’t already know I love it when you give me a spanking.”
He stares at me in silence for a moment, his laughter fading. Then his voice comes out rough.
“I wish you knew how perfect you are. How different and perfect. I’ve never met anyone like you. Whenever we’re together, I feel like a new man. A better man. Like everything bad that’s ever happened to me doesn’t matter anymore because your sweet smile takes it all away.”