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.”
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and cry harder.
He tightens his arms around me and gently rocks me, cooing soft words. He strokes my hair and caresses me, calming me and cradling me like a baby.
We sit like that until my tears have stopped and I’m sniffling, trying to stifle the occasional hiccup.
He inhales deeply, exhales, and glides his fingertips lightly along the side of my face. Resting his cheek on the top of my head, he says softly, “Tell me what you need from me.”
I’ve never had a man ask me that before.
Well, technically it was an order, not a question, but I’m not splitting hairs. Dazed, sore, and thoroughly satisfied, I sit and think seriously about it for a while before deciding I need more specifics.
“Do you mean now or in general?”
“Both. I want to know what makes you happy. What will make you feel all the time like I do right now.”
I peek up at him. “How do you feel right now?”
He gazes down at me, his eyes endless and dark. Tracing my lower lip with his fingertip, he says, “Reborn. Forgiven. Or maybe…I don’t know.” He struggles silently for a moment. “Freed.”
I ask shyly, “I make you feel free?”
“Like I’ve been living in a dark cave my whole fucking life, and I just stumbled out into the sunlight.”
Tears stuck in my throat, I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him. With a hitch in my voice, I whisper, “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
His chuckle is soft and dark. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It is. I always feel safe around you. You bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed before. I feel like I could tell you anything, my darkest secret, the worst thing I’ve done that I’m most ashamed of, and it would be okay.” I hesitate. “Except…”