No—hell, no! I tell myself. This is not turning me on. This is crazy!
Try telling that to my body, though. It’s revving like an engine as I wiggle and squirm on my new master’s lap. I don’t understand—do I have submissive tendencies hidden so deep inside even I didn’t know about them? Or is this all about Aiden James and the way it feels to be close to him, to be mastered by him?
These questions are too deep for me to answer, especially when my ass is singing in pain with each measured slap of his large hand. I’m gasping and moaning, crying out, “Oh!” or “Ow!” with each swat. I can’t seem to stop myself. I guess I left my dignity at the door. Or more likely it came off with my clothes when Aiden ordered me to strip. I feel like I’m going to explode from the pleasure and pain and overwhelming emotion. Will this ever be over?
And then abruptly, it is.
His hand stops spanking but he makes no move to let me off his lap. Instead he strokes my sore ass gently, almost lovingly and murmurs something too low for me to hear.
“What?” I ask, turning my head toward him, hoping my question doesn’t provoke another spanking.
“I said, after the pain, the pleasure,” he says. Still keeping me prone on his lap, he reaches across the bed for something. I’m about to ask what it is when I feel a new sensation. His hand is back and this time it’s soothing rather than painful.
Aiden rubs a cooling cream over my tortured skin making me moan softly, even though I’m trying not to make a sound. “Gently, my darling,” he murmurs as he works on me, stroking the cream across my skin in long, slow strokes.
“Thank you,” I whisper when it seems that he is done at last. “That…that feels much better.”
“And it’s going to feel better still,” he says. “Spread your legs, Emma.”
“I…what?” I gasp, twisting my head around to see him better. Really, this position is getting old but he still doesn’t seem inclined to let me up.
“You heard me.” He looks at me steadily. “You need to know that pleasure as well as pain can come by my hand. So spread your legs.”
“I…I thought we already established that your hands give me, uh, pleasure. Earlier,” I say, pressing my thighs together. I really don’t want him to see how wet I got from the spanking. I’m still confused about it myself.
“Emma,” he says sternly. “Aside from ‘why’, the other thing a submissive never says is ‘no’.”
“I…but I…” I look at him anxiously, unable to utter my fear and embarrassment.
Aiden must be able to see them in my eyes because his stern gaze softens and he goes back to stroking my sensitive ass. “It’s all right, Emma,” he says softly. “I simply need to get to know your body. I’m going to explore your pussy with my fingers—going to test your depth and see how wet you get.”
I bite my lip. “But…why? I mean, I know I’m not supposed to ask but this is, well, private.”
He nods. “I understand. The reason I need to know your body is to see how well it will fit with mine. I’m rather…” He clears his throat. “Rather large in certain areas. I need to make sure you can accommodate me.”
Oh my Goddess…I feel faint, but his explanation makes sense. It also makes me perversely hotter. The soft, gentle way he explained how he needed to explore my body makes me feel like my insides have gone molten.
“All right,” I whisper. I hide my head in my arms and then slowly, carefully, I part my legs for him.
“Good girl,” Aiden says approvingly. Of course, he’s plenty strong enough to have forced open my thighs himself but that plainly isn’t his style. He doesn’t want to force me—he wants me to submit to him. So far he’s winning this game we’re playing—if it is a game.
“So lovely,” he says softly, cupping my quivering pussy in one large palm. “So delicate.” He sits there for a moment, just holding me, letting me get used to his touch, I’m sure. Then I feel two large, blunt fingers spread my pussy lips wide. A third finger strokes over my heated insides, sliding over the sensitive button of my clit, making me jump and moan.
“Like that, do you?” Aiden murmurs. He does it again but this time the fingertip circles my throbbing clit, stroking all around the hot little nub without actually touching it. He goes on and on like that until I think I’m going to die.
“Beautiful,” he growls softly as he works on me. “And so wet already. You’re very responsive, my darling. It’s going to be a real pleasure getting to know your lush little body inside and out.”
I bite back a moan and try not to writhe too much. But I swear, the way he’s touching me is driving me crazy. How long is he going to keep this up? As long as it takes, apparently. Beneath my abdomen, I feel something hot and hard and huge growing—poking at the bare skin of my stomach. Oh my Goddess, is that his cock? He said it was large but this thing feels more than large. It’s more like the jumbo extra deluxe version. Maybe it feels bigger because of the leather pants he’s wearing—maybe some of the leather got bunched up. I certainly hope I’m right because if not, there’s no way I’ll be able to 'accommodate him' as he so eloquently put it.
If anyone would have told me this morning that I would spend my night naked on a vampire’s lap, with my thighs spread open so he could explore my pussy, I would have said they were delusional. If they had further told me that I would like it—that I would want to beg for more, I would have called the local mental institution and reserved them a room. But that’s exactly what I want to do—I need more, need it so badly.
I can’t beg, I tell myself sternly. After all, I’m already in a very compromising position, I have to retain some dignity. I bite my lower lip hard to keep from pleading with him to make me come. I’m so close. If he would just give me a little more direct contact…
Suddenly he stops completely.
A little cry of frustration escapes me—I can’t help it. I feel like I’m going to explode!
“Sorry about that, Emma.” His deep voice sounds both amused and aroused. “But I think it’s time to test your depth now. Spread a little wider, I’m going to put my fingers as deep into your pussy as I can go.”
There’s no point in arguing but still, I feel a stab of apprehension. I’m still worried he’ll find out about my virginity. Not from a hymen—I got rid of that myself years ago when I fell on a fencepost by accident. But still, I’m tight and unused. I’ve never had anything bigger than my own fingers up there and his are much larger than mine.
“Gently,” Aiden murmurs, as though sensing my fear. “Very gently, darling. Just spread yourself open and trust me. I won’t hurt you.”
He seems to keep his word about these kinds of things—if he promises pain, he delivers, if he promises pleasure, well, he gives that too. So I bite my lip and make myself spread my thighs a little wider, trying to welcome him in. “All right,” I whisper.
“Such a good girl,” Aiden says, his deep voice slightly hoarse. “Such a good girl to spread open your pussy for me, Emma.”
His words of approval send a jolt of pure lust straight through me. Why that should be, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the dirty words spoken in that deep, sensual voice. Or maybe it’s the gentle way he’s touching me. He couldn’t be any more careful even if he knew my virginal status. Speaking of which…ow. Now it’s starting to hurt just a little as two thick fingers begin to slide into my liquid depths.
“Hmm.” I can hear the worry in Aiden’s tone but I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. Not when he’s touching me so intimately. “You’re very tight,” he says. “More so than any other female I’ve ever felt.” He withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to try something,” he murmurs, spreading my pussy lips again.
“Wh-what?” I manage to squeak out as he begins that slow, circular massage around my clit that drives me crazy.
“I’m going to make you come and see if you’ll loosen up for me. You do want to come, don’t you, Emma?”
At this point, there’s no way I can deny it. “Y
es,” I whisper in a very small voice.
“Yes, what?” he asks.
I know what he wants. “Yes, Master,” I say. “I…I want to come.”
“Ask me for it, then.” His fingers continue to circle, almost but never quite touching me where I need him the most. “Ask me nicely, my lovely little witch.”
“Oh!” I bite my lip and squirm in his lap, still not wanting to beg.
“I can keep this up all night, you know,” he says softly. “I can keep you right on the edge without ever quite pushing you over. It can be quite excruciating…in a very pleasurable way, of course.”
I know he’s telling the truth—he can obviously play my body like a violin. I’m going to have to give in and surrender the last shreds of my dignity. I don’t want to but my clit is throbbing and I’m on fire from the waist down. There’s no choice.
“Please,” I whisper and then force myself to speak louder. “Please, Master, make me…make me come. Please, I need to come.”
“Of course you do,” he says, his voice husky with lust. “Of course you need to come, Emma. Just relax and let me touch you—relax and let me make you come.”
His fingers stop their circling and rub me more directly, sliding delicately but firmly over my aching clit, touching me in the exact way I need to be touched.
I’ve been on edge for so long, that’s all it takes. My back arches and I cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure swamps me. Oh Goddess, so good! I’ve never had an orgasm from anyone’s hand but my own. I can’t believe how much more intense it is when it comes from someone else.
“That’s right,” Aiden growls softly. “That’s right, sweetheart, just let yourself come. Come all over my hand.” As he speaks, his fingers slip lower, finding the entrance to my pussy. I moan as they slip inside me. I can feel my inner walls spasming around the invading digits but Aiden was right, somehow they do seem to slide in more easily.
He thrusts into me gently at first and then harder, hitting the end of my channel with each stroke, making me gasp and fist my hands in the slippery satin duvet.
“You like that, Emma?” he growls, speeding up. “You like it when I fingerfuck your sweet little cunt?”
“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny it. “Yes, Master, yes.” I press back against his fingers, seeking more. Oh, Goddess—it’s a whole new level of pleasure. It’s deeper, more satisfying somehow. I can only imagine how it would be if it was his cock instead of his fingers inside me, stretching me open, taking me, making me his… Just the thought makes me feel like I’m going to come again.
Aiden seems to sense this. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmurs, thrusting even harder. “Give it up for me. Let me feel you squeezing my fingers with that tight little pussy.”
He brushes my throbbing clit again as he thrusts into me and I can’t help it—with a low moan that sounds suspiciously like his name, I am coming again. This time it’s a deeper orgasm, one that seems to well up from within and overwhelm me. I can feel my inner muscles clench hard around his fingers.
Aiden must be able to feel it to. “Good girl,” he says, still pumping into me. “Good girl to come so hard for me. Gods, you’re tight.”
At last the pleasure recedes, like a wave pulling back from the shore. It leaves me feeling drained, both mentally and physically. It’s almost as though I'd run a marathon—or what I imagine it would be like after a marathon, anyway. I only run when chased.
My new master seems to be finely attuned to my body. When he senses that I’m finished coming, Aiden withdraws his fingers gently and strokes my back in soothing circles.
I just lie there, limp. My pussy might be tight but the rest of me feels like overcooked pasta. I’m completely exhausted. I think I’d be happy to lie here all night, face down on his lap, and sleep.
But Aiden isn’t going to let me. “Very good, Emma,” he says, sitting me up. “You’re beautiful when you come—has anyone ever told you that?”
“No,” I whisper, looking down. Now that I’m upright again, my lassitude seems to have magically drained away and I’m ashamed to face him. I can’t look him in the eye after writhing all over his lap and spreading my legs for him. Can’t let myself admit that I called him Master and begged him to make me come.
“Just look at you—you’re blushing.” He sounds surprised. “Was it really that hard for you to give yourself to me?”
“It was…intense,” I say, trying to find the best word to describe the experience. In fact it was so intense my chest feels tight with emotion. I’ve never given this much of myself to anyone before. It’s not a big deal to him, though, I tell myself sternly. It’s just business as usual so stop getting all emotional. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“It can be overwhelming the first time you submit to someone,” he acknowledges calmly. “But this was just a small step forward.”
“It was plenty big enough for me.” Despite my calming breaths, I’m still blushing and trembling, pressing my thighs together. The last orgasm he gave me echoes through my body, like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Aiden frowns. “Really, Emma, anyone would think you’d never had a man touch you before.”
I glance up at him quickly before I can stop myself. Then I look back down at my hands, hoping he can’t read my inexperience in my face.
“Emma?” he says.
I only looked at him for a moment but apparently those gray eyes are as sharp as they look. “Yes?” I whisper.
“Exactly how many sexual partners have you had?” he wants to know.
“Oh, you know…”
“No, I don’t,” he says sternly. “Not until you tell me.”
“Fine,” I say, half angry, half ashamed. “None, all right? No one in the supernatural community wants to date a dud. Or a prudish witch, one who’s too afraid and ashamed to take off her clothes and get naked in public—or in private for that matter.” I look down at my hands, the words coming faster now. “I know it sounds pathetic—I’m twenty-two and still a virgin. I probably could have found some willing guy just for the night to get rid of it but…I’ve never wanted it to be like that. I want it to be more than just a…just a quick fuck.”
Goddess, I’m so stupid! My cheeks are so hot I feel like my face is on fire as I wait for his reply. He’ll think I’m weird now, strange, defective…
But Aiden’s answer, when it comes, surprised me.
“Of course it should be more than just a fleeting encounter—a night spent in the dark with a stranger.” He strokes my hot cheek gently. “I must confess, I know it makes me sound old fashioned but…I’m glad you’re a virgin.”
“You are?” I look up at him uncertainly.
He nods, a little smile playing around the corners of his sensual mouth. “Don’t forget, Emma, I come from a time when virginity was mandatory for females until marriage.” His gray eyes become suddenly serious. “I swear to you, darling, when I take you I’ll be sure you’re ready for me.”
“Th-thank you,” I stutter, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Goddess, I’m such an idiot. I can’t even talk about sex without getting all flustered.
“Your modesty does you credit,” Aiden tells me. “And your virginity is a welcome surprise.” He sighs. “Although we may have to take some extra measures to get you ready to make love.”
“What?” I look up at him, surprised. “You mean…you’re not going to…to do it tonight?”
“Tonight?” He looks almost shocked. “Of course not.”
“But why?” I say, uttering the forbidden question.
Aiden doesn’t reprimand me. “For one, because I think you’ve endured quite enough shocks for one night. And for another, we have an entire year—why rush our pleasure?” His eyes are suddenly heavy-lidded with lust as he stares at me. “And believe me, Emma, it will be a very great pleasure to sink my cock deep into your soft little pussy and pump you full of my cum. To claim your body with my own.”
“Oh,” I whisper, my bre
ath catching in my throat. There’s something about hearing dirty talk in that low, sensual voice that sends me into instant overdrive.
“But that is for another time. As for tonight…” Aiden rises from the bed. “I think it’s time you got some sleep.” Coming around the side of the bed, he helps me slip under the satin coverlet and cool, crisp cotton sheets below. I don’t usually sleep naked but he hasn’t offered me anything to wear to bed and suddenly I’m incredibly tired.
“What about you?” I manage to ask before yawning. “I thought you said…I’d sleep in your bed.”
“This is my bed and you will be sleeping in it. I, however, will be sleeping elsewhere.” He strokes my cheek gently. “You’re lovely but I don’t sleep with anyone.”
“But…” I want to protest that I’ll feel lonely in this huge bed all by myself but I can’t seem to get the words out. Aiden is looking into my eyes and the more he looks, the sleepier I get. It occurs to me to wonder if he’s put me under some kind of a sleep spell—can vampires do that? I thought they didn't do magic…
But before the thought can fully form, my eyelids close and I’m gone.
Chapter Seven
When I wake up in the morning, sunlight is streaming through a wide window at the far end of the bedroom. I shift in the bed and make a little noise of pain when my tender ass rubs too roughly against the cotton sheets.
Wait a minute, why am I tender there? What’s going on? And for that matter, where am I?
I shift again and suddenly everything comes rushing back—the Sacrifice Ceremony, the lesson in submission, the spanking and most of all, the way Aiden fingered me and made me come.
Oh my Goddess, did all that really happen? I sit up in bed, wrapping my arms around my knees. I want to deny it, to pass everything off as a dream, but there is no arguing with this vast bedroom and its massive furniture, or the huge bed I spent the night in.