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In the mood to fuck her. I wanted her to be in the mood to be fucked.
So, I decided to leave the questioning for later. There would be enough time for that some other day.
Tonight, I just wanted to forget.
Eighteen
Leah
I looked up at Aidan, waiting for him to command me again.
I didn’t realize how much I would enjoy this—enjoy being told exactly what he wanted me to do. I enjoyed being on my hands and knees for him. At his service.
I was ready to suck him off again if that’s what he wanted. It turned me on, seeing him give in to me when I had him in my mouth. Seeing him lose control because of how I pleasured him.
He was my master tonight.
“I want you to touch yourself. I want you to make yourself come.” Those were his words.
A thrill ran down my spine.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to make me come. And at the same time, I loved it when he told me what to do. I obeyed his command.
I straightened up, but just to take my top and leggings off. I kept the apron on just like he wanted. Then I was on my knees again, facing him, looking up at him longingly.
“Use your fingers. Open your legs wide so I can see you,” he growled.
His face was dark and I saw growing hard in his pants.
Biting down on my lip, I reached down for my pussy through the silk fabric of my panties. I was already wet, dripping.
When I touched my clit, I let out a gasp of desire. My clit was swollen and throbbing—waiting to be touched and played with. I felt my nipples as firm as raisins, protruding through my bra. His eyes were all over me.
“Come for me!” he shouted in a gruff voice. He was getting impatient and I loved it.
He couldn’t wait to watch me come.
I slipped my hand inside my panties and started stroking myself.
Aidan stood in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest like he was inspecting a machine. He wasn’t even touching himself. He was resisting.
My fingers slipped in and out of my pussy while I flicked my clit. I knew exactly what I needed to do to make myself come and that’s what I did. Harder and faster, then slower and heavier. I rolled my hips, lifting my body up and down as I kept my eyes firmly on him. I imagined my hands to be his as I took control of myself—working up to an orgasm that would shoot through me any moment now.
He sensed it too.
A smile curled on the corners of his lips as I panted. Heavier and heavier, whispering his name.
I came in my own hands. My thighs were damp with my own cream, my eyes rolled back and I tried very hard to keep upright. The orgasm crashed like a wave, taking over my whole body.
Aidan just stood there, watching me, smirking, but just slightly.
He had complete control over me without even touching me. It was amazing.
He came at me before I knew what he was going to do.
I was still recovering from the force of my orgasm—still feeling a little woozy from it.
He grabbed me by the back of my neck and roughly pulled me up. My body jerked back to life. My heart pumped hard.
“Did you think you could rest now?” he growled, glaring at me with his strong blue eyes.
I didn’t want to rest. I could go on forever. Just pleasing him…
“You should be punished for what you did,” he continued.
His voice and tone was so deep that for a moment, I worried he knew about all the things I’d done. Did he know the truth?
But then Aidan’s lips curled in a smile again and I realized this was just a game he played.
He reached for the sink where the dishes were drying and he grabbed a large wooden spoon.
“Yes, I deserve to be punished,” I said in a low murmur.
He dragged me to a chair and he sat down, pulling me down across his lap so my butt was in the air.
“I don’t want to hear a squeak from you,” he growled. I bit down on my lip, pressed my eyes close and felt the whack of the spoon on my butt.
It wasn’t too hard, but he gave the impression of hitting me hard. I hissed in response, rejoicing at the idea of the punishment. He could do whatever he wanted to me.
“I’ve learned my lesson,” I said, but he brought the spoon down on my butt again. It fell on me with a loud clap, harder this time.
“And I’m going to give you something to remember this lesson by,” he said.
“Yes, thank you,” I cried when he smacked me again.
My pussy throbbed with my need for him. My skin stung where he smacked me.
