“Of course not, Master,” I whisper breathlessly.
“Good.” Gently but firmly, he slides two long fingers deep into my heated pussy and begins to fingerfuck me in a slow, steady rhythm. “Now come for me, Emma,” he commands in that low, forceful voice. “Come for me and let me feel your sweet pussy squeezing my fingers.”
Oh Goddess, I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to! He’s fucking me harder now, pressing deep inside me, hitting the mouth of my womb with every thrust. And all the time his eyes hold mine with a burning intensity that makes me feel like I can’t look away.
My orgasm hits me in a rush so powerful I feel faint. “Aiden,” I gasp. “Master…oh!” I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers, feel my hips thrusting to meet his rhythm as I lose myself completely in the pleasure of the moment.
“Good girl, Emma,” he whispers fiercely, his eyes half-lidded and burning with lust. “Come for me, darling. Come hard. God, I wish I had my cock inside you instead of my fingers.”
The thought of that long, hard ridge of flesh I can feel under my ass sliding deep inside me, fucking me, makes my body tremble with longing. Goddess, his fingers feel so good but I need more. So much more…
“I can’t give you what you want, not tonight,” Aiden says and I realize I’ve been speaking my thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re just not ready.”
“You are, though.” I wiggle on top of him, eliciting a low groan from his throat. “Let me make you come, Master,” I beg, for the second time that night. “I don’t have to use my mouth if you don’t want me to. I can just…rub against you some. Please?”
I don’t know why I want this so much but I do—Goddess, I really do. And I can sense that Aiden wants it too—of course, it wouldn’t take a psychic to feel the huge lump of his cock growing in those tight jeans he has on.
“Very well,” he growls at last. “When the time draws closer, we’ll have to conserve our sexual longing. But we still have days before the event.”
I have no idea what he means by this but the sight of his long, thick cock making its second appearance of the night drives it completely out of my mind.
“Now then,” Aiden growls, pulling me closer. “Ride me, my little witch. Slide that hot little pussy against my cock until I coat your belly with my cum.”
I am more than eager to comply. Pressing close to him, I spread my cunt lips and enfold his thick shaft in my creamy pussy. We both moan at the intimate contact and I gasp as I feel his heated shaft glide over my throbbing clit. I’m still so sensitive from coming that I feel almost raw—the sensation of his hot, silky skin against mine is almost too much, too intense. And yet, I want more of it—so much more.
Aiden guides me, his big hands bracketing my hips as he pulls me against him. But I’m not content to let him control things completely. Reaching between us, I press his cock deeper into my folds and work my hips against him, coating him thoroughly with my slippery honey.
I’ve never touched a man like this before, never gone so far, and I want to go farther—want to go all the way. The sensation of his heated flesh rubbing against mine is delicious and with each long up and down stroke the broad head of his cock bumps over my clit and rests just for a moment at the entrance to my pussy before thrusting up again toward my belly.
I begin to have a very vivid fantasy. I want to wait for a down-stroke when the head of his cock is lodged at my wet opening. Then I’ll rise up on my knees and thrust my hips forward. That way when he slides upward again, he’ll slide into me rather than against me.
I can almost see it happening, can almost feel his thickness breaching my entrance and filling my pussy. The temptation to put my plan in action is almost too great to be denied. I’m just about to do it…when I look into Aiden’s eyes again and realize he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“No, darling,” he says, his voice stern despite almost being hoarse with lust. “I’d hurt you and that’s the last thing I want to do. You’re not ready yet—tonight I’m just going to come on your belly.” He grips my hips more tightly and pulls me against him. “And you’re going to come with me.”
I’m already hot and on the edge. The way he pulls me to him and the short, hard, masterful thrusts that rub the broad shaft of his cock almost roughly against my throbbing clit push me over again. I cry out his name and grip his broad shoulders tightly as I feel myself clenching again, my whole body going tense with orgasm.
Aiden lets out a low groan and then I feel something new—something hot and wet is jetting from his cock in hard, short spurts and coating my belly, just as he promised.
Curious and still hazy with lust, I look down to see his cock spurting between us. He’s still pressed between my pussy lips and I can feel each jet of cum traveling up his thick shaft before it wets my belly.
I can’t help staring in awe—Goddess, he’s right, he does come a lot. Now I’m really glad he didn’t ask me to suck and swallow all that. My whole lower abdomen is wet with his essence and I can feel the creamy stuff slipping down between my pussy lips too, into my unprotected pussy.
It’s this last thought that makes me pull back, just as he finishes coming. I’m not protected, I remind myself. Not on any kind of birth control at all. Oh Goddess…
“You can go clean up, if you like,” Aiden says quietly and I realize he’s been reading my face again—or maybe my thoughts. I’m still not convinced he can’t do that. “But blow out the candles first.”
“Candles?” I look at him uncertainly. “What are you talking about?”
He gives me an amused look. “Behind you, darling. The candles you lit when you came.”
I jerk my head around and stare at the twin candle flames burning brightly in the silver candlesticks on the far edge of his desk. Can it really be? Did I really light them?
“But I can’t…I don’t…I’m a dud,” I get out at last.
Aiden frowns. “No, you’re not—you’re one of the most powerful witches I’ve met in years. But you’re blocked. Something is holding your magic in but just now, when you let yourself go with me, some of it leaked out.” He shrugs as though it’s no big deal. “That’s all.”
“I…but I…” I can’t get over it. After years of trying and crying and swearing and hoping and finally giving up and accepting I have no power…this is just too much to take in. “Are you sure it was me?” I say at last.
“Positive.” He raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m a vampire, remember? It’s impossible for me to have any magical talent—it would be at odds with my very nature.”
“But…but you can go out in daylight. And eat. And—”
“Those abilities were bought for me at a price.” He looks away. “For a very great price.”
For a price? What price? “Who bought them for you?” I ask, though the closed look on his face warns me to stop. “Was it whoever owned that copy of Farrow’s?” I nod at the spell book that lies abandoned on the wooden chair across from his desk.
Aiden doesn’t answer. “I assure you, Emma,” he says, pushing me gently but firmly off his lap. “I have no magical abilities of my own. It was you who lit the candles. And you are the one who must blow them out.”
I’m surprised that he knows whoever called the candle flame must be the one to extinguish it. It’s important to the circular nature of magic but that’s not something a vampire would be aware of. Unless he’s had dealings—intimate dealings—with witches before. I want to ask him more about the spell book and the witch who owned it but he’s clearly not going to answer. He’s simply waiting patiently for me to blow out the candles so he can go get cleaned up and changed.
I’m pretty sticky myself so I decide that this particular conversation will have to wait until later. Much later if Aiden’s reticence to talk about his past is any indication.
Leaning over the desk, I puff gently on the twin candle flames and watch them wink out of existence. I still don’t know how I lit them or if I’ll ever be able to
do it again but Aiden is beckoning for me to go. There’s no time to wonder.
He lets me walk to the bedroom this time—maybe in deference to our mutual state of post-coital stickiness. (Okay, I know it’s not really post-coital but it’s as close to sex as I’ve ever gotten so I’ll take what I can get.) Or maybe he’s just quiet because he wants to put some distance between us. He’s certainly not nearly as talkative and affectionate as he was earlier and there’s a brooding look on his face that makes me vaguely uneasy.
I haven’t been on very many dates but I’ve heard tons about the different kinds of men from Lexy. According to her, you want to avoid the dark, silent, brooding types, no matter how attractive they may seem to start with. 'Give me a Bingley over a Darcy any day,' Lexy always says. 'I like my men happy, eager to please, and uncomplicated.'
All attributes my new master seems to lack. Of course, I didn’t get to choose Aiden—he chose me. A fact that I still have mixed feelings about. On one hand, it’s very easy to be attracted to him. He’s so masterful and handsome and sure of himself. He knows exactly what he wants and tells me exactly what he expects. When I obey, he gives me mind blowing orgasms and lavish praise that makes me feel special in a way I never have before.
On the other hand, he dishes out pain as well as pleasure and seems to expect me to like them equally well. He wants to own me body and soul and he’s already talking about some mysterious bond growing between us. I’m not sure how to feel about that—after all, I just met him one or two days ago.
Has it really been such a short amount of time since he first walked into my shop with that list of ingredients? Somehow it seems so much longer than that. But time doesn’t seem to have much meaning here in this strange, glass house. It stretches out like taffy until I don’t know where I’m going or how long it takes to get there. I—
“Stop.” Aiden takes my arm, breaking my train of thought and I realize that we’ve reached the threshold of the bedroom.
“Stop what?” I look at him, startled.
“Stop thinking so hard.” He cups my cheek for a moment and looks into my eyes. “Just let things be, Emma. We have such a short amount of time here together—try to enjoy it.”
“A short time?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m here for a year. I’m yours for a whole year…Master.”
“Such a short time,” he repeats softly. “The blink of an eye. A snowflake melting on your cheek.”
I suppose living for centuries gives vamps a different sense of time. What seems like a long time to me is nothing to him. “I guess maybe I’d feel the same way if I was basically immortal,” I say neutrally. “But to a mortal witch like me, a year can be an eternity.”
“Vampires aren’t really immortal—we just have very long lifespans. Which can be shared…under the right circumstances.”
“You mean like a life-bond?” I shake my head. “I thought that was only between two vampires.” Vamps sometimes bond themselves together to double their lifespans. It can only be done once and it ties them together so that if one dies, it drags the other down too. But I’ve never heard of a vampire bonding with anyone mortal. If they did, it would have the opposite effect and cut their lifespan in half. It could mean the difference between the vamp living a thousand years or only living five hundred.
Both ages sound incredibly ancient to a mortal but to a being like a vampire, there’s a significant difference there. Of course, they’d get to share their truncated lifespan with their mortal lover who wouldn’t die until the vampire did, but I don’t know of any that would be willing to cut their lives in half for love.
“There are some of my kind who would bond outside our race,” he murmurs, leading me into the bedroom at last. “I have heard of it being done.”
“Well I haven’t,” I say. “Um, is it all right if I take another shower? I’m kind of sticky.”
“So I see.” His sharp gray eyes flicker over me in a way that makes me blush. He nods at the master bathroom. “Help yourself. I’ll be waiting to tuck you in.”
Well, that’s kind of nice. I go into the bathroom, relieved to have a little alone time to take care of business. Aiden is amazing but he’s so intense—it can be hard to be around him all the time. I feel like he sucks all the air out of any room he’s in—in a good way, of course. A way that makes me incredibly hot, but still, a girl needs to breathe sometimes.
I take a quick shower, being certain I get all of his essence off me and out of me. Not much leaked into my pussy so I hope I’m okay. If I had a normal cycle I’d be able to tell but with my period being so irregular, I have no idea. Well, the chances of getting pregnant by a vampire are slim anyway, I think, trying to make myself feel better. Just get over it. And maybe ask Lexy to bring some condoms or something.
I shut off the water and dry myself thoroughly. Then I wrap myself in a big, fluffy towel and come out of the steamy bathroom.
Aiden has also changed. He’s wearing another pair of faded jeans but this time his t-shirt is black. It still clings to his chest in a mouthwatering way, though. Mmm, I wouldn’t mind running my hands all over the flat, muscular planes of his body. I wonder if I’ll ever be allowed to explore him the way he seems to enjoy exploring me.
“Come here, Emma. It’s time for bed,” he says and puts out a hand to me. I come forward and take his hand. Aiden interlaces our fingers and squeezes my hand gently. “Are you feeling sleepy now?”
I have to admit that I’m fatigued. A day full of sexual tension, punishment, and pleasure topped off by two delicious orgasms will do that to a girl. I open my mouth to answer in the affirmative…and yawn instead.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Aiden says dryly. “Come on—get rid of those towels.”
He takes my towels, over my halfhearted protests. “Isn’t there anything I could wear to bed?” I ask, shivering. “Those sheets are bound to be cold.”
Aiden frowns. “No, I want you naked or nearly naked at all times. Come, I’ll help warm you up before I go.”
My heart speeds up at the idea of how he might warm me, but he simply takes me to bed and spoons me, curling his big body around mine protectively and rubbing his hands over my arms and legs. As the heat of his big body envelops me and his warm, masculine scent fills my senses, I begin to feel deliciously drowsy.
“I thought…” I yawn again. “Thought vampires were…cold blooded.”
“A myth,” he murmurs softly, his deep voice soothing in my ear. “Along the same lines as the belief that all witches ride broomsticks and keep black cats as familiars.”
“I like cats,” I protest and yawn again.
“I’m sure you do.” He sounds as though he’s smiling. “You’re nearly asleep now. Would you like me to tuck you in tight before I leave?”
“Why do you have to leave?” I protest sleepily. “This is nice…lying here like this together. Don’t you like it?” I don’t think I would have the nerve to ask him this if I wasn’t so tired but in my fatigued state, it just comes out.
“As a matter of fact, I do like it,” he murmurs. “Much more than I should.”
“I don’t…don’t understand.” I yawn again, so sleepy I can hardly hold my eyes open. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’ve already gone much farther with you tonight than I meant to,” Aiden says. “And I don’t intend to break any more of my rules.”
I want to ask him what his rules are and how they apply to me, but I’m too tired. The next thing I know, Aiden is kissing my cheek and murmuring that I should have sweet dreams.
As he turns out the light, my eyes slip closed and I’m out.
Chapter Fifteen
“So how are you enjoying life in the lap of luxury?” Lexy demands, her voice excited on the other side of the phone. “And when can I come see you?”
“Soon,” I hedge, winding the old fashioned phone cord around my finger. “Just…not yet.” I still haven’t gotten up the nerve to have her over while I’m wearing this damn harne
ss and I don’t know when I will. Every day I contemplate inviting her over…and every day I chicken out. But I know I can’t put my curious cousin off much longer—it’s been nearly a month since Aiden claimed me as his sacrifice and Lexy is dying to come over and see my new life.
Without the shop to run or any outside distractions, my days have fallen into a strange kind of routine. Every morning after breakfast Aiden brings me back into the bedroom and puts the harness on me, sliding a slightly larger phallus deep inside my pussy. Then he gives me a lingering kiss and strict instructions not to touch myself before leaving for work. After that, I spend the day completely naked—swimming, lounging by the pool, talking to Lexy on the phone, doing homework, reading, or studying Farrow’s. I still haven’t managed to repeat my trick with the candles but the spark of hope I thought had died out in my heart has been rekindled. I can’t help wishing that maybe Aiden is right—that I really do have power and it’s just blocked.
Aiden comes home around five each day and usually finds some reason to punish me. Sometimes it’s some small task that he’s given me to do, which he claims isn’t completed to his satisfaction. Sometimes it’s my attitude if I’m feeling particularly defiant. Whatever the reason, we usually wind up in the bedroom with me over his knee or bent over the bed while he spanks me or uses the belt or the paddle or the riding crop on my ass.
I still resist these punishments but not as much as I did in the past. That may have to do with the fact that Aiden always pleasures me afterward. If my skin is stinging he rubs soothing ointment or oil into it and that usually leads to a slow, delicious pussy massage. Sometimes he lets me come but mostly he doesn’t—either way, I’ve become alarmingly addicted to having those long white fingers stroking my hot flesh.
After my punishment, he takes me to the dining room, handcuffs me, and feeds me dinner. Sometimes I wear a blindfold and sometimes not. After dessert, I usually sit under the table and suck his cock, though he still hasn’t let me take him all the way. In fact, as far as I know, Aiden hasn’t come again since the fateful night in his study. He’s growing stingier about my orgasms too, preferring to keep me at a fever pitch of lust at all times, apparently, instead of allowing me any kind of release. It drives me crazy but what can I do?