Page 112 of Speechless
“Please enlighten me.”
Nipping at my neck, he growled softly. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, the pressure emphasizing the jewelry we spoke of.
Breath feathered over my ear. “Do you wear them because they’re pretty? Or do you wear them because they remind you of this?” He squeezed my wrists, and everything else tightened too. “Do they soothe that craving you have to be pinned down and taken? Put in your place? To give yourself over to someone you trust so you don’t have to think anymore? The desperate need to be owned?”
“No,” I answered automatically, but my voice shook, because he was right. I’d always loved the way cuffs looked. From the cartoon movies when I was young, and the villain locked up the girl, to the porn I now watched, or even people in the club.
And yes. Wearing chains around my wrists reminded me of that, because it wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d have.
Aiden grinned. “Little liar.” Then his face sobered. “I haven’t known you long, but I notice things.”
“Uh-oh.”
He squeezed my wrists again in gentle reprimand. “You’ve been on your own for a long time. It doesn’t take much to see two things. That you have walls, and you’re exhausted.”
“Everyone has walls,” I mumbled before I buried my face in his neck. This was already vulnerable. I wasn’t sure I could let him see my face. My eyes.
“We do. And everyone needs them.But.”
“But?”
“My instincts are telling me you need to hear this. And I know you don’t like to admit it, but I see how tired you are. How hard you’re fighting.” He squeezed my wrists again. “I’m telling you that no matter if you wearourchains or not, you can rest with us. We’ll never let anything happen to you. You can let us in.”
My eyes flooded again. All the overwhelm and then hearing such nice things. They made me believe it was all real.
Fuck, Ihopedthis was real. If it all fell apart, I didn’t know if I would survive it. Not as a joke about orgasms, but in reality. It would break me in ways I wasn’t sure I could come back from.
“I’ll get you out of these restraints in a minute,” he said. “Just one more thing.”
He moved my wrists to one hand and arched from my body long enough to grab the wand. “Aiden,” I moaned.
“Last one,” he whispered. “Nice and slow.”
“I really don’t think I can.”
“You will.” There wasn’t any harsh dominance in his tone. Just matter of fact.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“Yes, it will.” He pressed his face into my neck and groaned. “The way you’re squeezing my knot, it’s going to hurt me too. As much as you pretend otherwise, you know we both like that.”
The pleasure and pain rose together. It was too much. Too much. “Aiden, I?—”
It hit like an earthquake. My body shook uncontrollably, and tears spilled over. A low growl. Aiden rocking his hips to fuck me with his knot. “Cry for me, violet.Myviolet.”
I did. And it was perfect.
Aiden’s knot shrank, and he slipped away from me. Even that ached, now that I was used to being filled by him. He disappeared from my view.
My hips jerked against his grip as he ran his tongue over me and groaned. “We taste great together.”
“I thought we were done.”
Another lick. “We are. I’m not forcing any more orgasms.”
That was good. The way he moved was soft and slow. Not meant to arouse, but instead to soothe. Taking his time until he was satisfied before he uncuffed me and slowly helped me move. My muscles protested, but I felt better than I expected. Like I’d worked out for hours. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
“Good. I want you to think about this every time you take a step.”
