61. Trust. Me.
61
TRUST. ME.
AIDAN
I scoop my wife into my arms and carry her off the ice, trying not to think about how I could have lost her—was seconds away from losing her.
My Wife .
She keeps her head pressed up against my chest and her arms wrapped around my neck as I carry her all the way to my second-floor bedroom and deposit her onto my bed.
The sight of my angel, stretched out across my bed in hockey skates, nearly does me in. The only thing hotter might be if I ever found her wearing my jersey— and nothing else.
A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face, and she narrows her eyes at me.
I pick up her skate and she goes to jerk her leg back, but I hold tight—loosening the laces. “Careful now. Wouldn’t want to cut me with that blade.” I peel the first one off, tossing it over my shoulder.
Her smile is dark when her eyes drop to the long smooth scar that runs the length of my forearm.“No promises.”
I peel off the second skate, clicking my tongue. Taking her chin in my hand, I tilt it up, “No lies.”
There’s a flash of vulnerability in her eyes. I push her gently back down on the bed until I’m kneeling over her, trailing feather light kisses down her neck as I slowly strip her clothes, tracing my fingers across bare skin as I work. Rory’s breath quickens, eyes closed. She arches her back, searching for more contact—searching for me . When she’s fully naked, my mouth hovers over her ear, “Do you trust me?”
She tenses, blue eyes flying open.
Her response is instant, my finger setting her nerves on fire, and she squirms beneath me, letting out a quiet whimper. I lean back in so my voice is low in her ear, “ I said, Rory, do you trust me?” My fingers stop, just above and to the right of her hipbone, moving in slow, light circles. She bites her lip, deciding.
Finally, she utters out the three words I’ve been waiting to hear, “I trust you.” Her eyes are hesitant, cautious, but she’s decided, exposing her neck and waiting to see if I’ll tear out her throat.
I press a kiss to her lips, dropping my fingers until they graze her inner thigh while I reach over her head with my other hand, feeling around the back of the mattress until I find what I’m looking for. What I set up last night.
I break the kiss and quickly reach over, slipping the leather cuff over her wrist and tightening it before she can rip it away.
Panic takes over, and she thrashes under me, trying to throw me off of her. But I have her trapped between my thighs as I secure the buckle. I look down at her calmly. Her chest heaves, nipples tightly pebbled. I have to fight the urge to take one in my mouth.
Rory reaches for the buckle, her fingers fumbling to undo it. I grasp her free hand and throw it back to the other side of her, pinning it to the mattress above her. But I don’t bind it—not yet. Instead, I stare into the fear clouding those beautiful blue eyes. She’s shaking . I speak slowly, keeping any movement controlled to not alarm her further. Leaning forward, I lightly touch her lips with mine, only to withdraw and gaze into her wide eyes.
“Trust. Me.”
I don’t move until she responds. I can feel her heart racing under my right palm just over her chest, holding her to the bed. Her eyes search mine, looking in them for an answer to a question only she can ask. With one more fearful look at the cuff already around her wrist, she returns her gaze to mine and shakily dips her chin in a slow nod.
I release her left wrist. She leaves it where I pinned it to the mattress. Breathing hard, Rory watches as I reach over and pull out a second cuff, trembling when I close it around her wrist and tighten just enough so it doesn’t hurt, but she won’t be able to slip out of it.
And then I leave her there, swinging my leg off of her naked and quivering body. I’m still fully clothed, meandering to the foot of the bed. Without warning, I reach out and tug at her feet, pulling her down until the chains on the cuffs grow taut. The little squeak of fear she lets out travels straight to my cock. I flash her a dark smile before I strip off my shirt.
Her eyes follow me as I move to my dresser drawer, pulling something out, careful to keep it concealed in my palm.
“Aidan?” she questions, her voice a mixture of fear and hope—hope that she hasn’t made a mistake in trusting me.
I circle her slowly, flicking on the little device I ordered especially for her when I ordered her lingerie. She can hear it vibrating in my palm and looks at me in confusion.
“Have you ever used one of these before?”
She hesitates but dips her chin almost sheepishly in admission.
I shake my head,“Nothing to be ashamed of, love.” I take in the sight of her beautiful body, stretched out and waiting for me. Mine . Her legs pressed firmly together. “Have you ever used one of these with a partner?”
She shakes her head slowly. Her answer makes what’s about to happen next all the sweeter.
“Good girl,” I praise and she shivers, her chains clinking softly. Lying down beside her, I study every inch, exploring her body with my hand. When I roll her nipple between my two fingers, she quivers, pulling on the chains that hold her hands stretched out above her head.
I bring the little device closer. She eyes it warily. I lay a kiss on her stomach in reassurance as I work my way down. “Your safe word is offsides. ” I hold her gaze, my face serious. “If you don’t like something. You use it. Got it?”
She stares at me, her eyes going back and forth between the toy and me. I pinch her nipple roughly to bring her attention back to mine. She lets out a yelp. “ I said , do you got it?”
“Yes,” Rory says clearly this time. Still wary, but there’s a spark of excitement there as well.
I explore her first with my fingers, running the back of my hand between her breasts and down the length of her. She expected the toy, so her initial flinch was an overreaction. I let out a dark chuckle, slowly circling her. She’s already dripping, her pussy pink and perfect. I stroke her gently.
“So wet,” I hum with approval. “My girl likes it a little dark?” I grin deviously before slipping a finger inside, smiling wider as she arches back. With my other hand, I press the toy to her clit, switching it on. She screams out in surprise, which graduates into a moan of pleasure as I move the toy around her most sensitive area.
She struggles against her restraints, overwhelmed by the sensation yet craving more of it. I swear I could come from the sight of her writhing at my hand alone. I turn up the intensity on the toy, circling it around her clit, teasing her to the brink of orgasm. Just as she’s about to go over the edge, I pull the toy away.
Rory lets out a strangled whine, eyes opening, hips lifting—searching for contact.
I reach up and pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers while I move to the side of her, away from her spread legs. She pulls helplessly at her restraints, squirming below me, wanting my attention lower.
“You want to come, love?” I ask her with a dark smile.
“Yes,” she whispers, hesitantly, her eyes watching mine.
I continue to play with her nipple, then switch to her other breast, and she lets out a gasp. “You ran from me.” I abandon her breasts, slowly tracing my fingers across her stomach, but not close to where she wants me. “You think you deserve to come?”
She bites her lip, watching me for a moment before slowly shaking her head.
I click my tongue, slowly working my way back to where she wants me. From my back pocket, I pull out a second toy. This one is long and thick. Without warning, I thrust it inside her. She lets out a scream. When I turn it on, her eyes roll back in her head, her back arching off the mattress. Body shuddering from both the vibrating penetration and the sucking stimulation of the first toy I’ve pressed back up against her clit.
She fights against it, squirming away, trying to escape the sensations overwhelming her until she surrenders. I edge her until she’s panting, so close. The sounds she’s making…
I pull away again and the chains clink as she pulls against them, trying to follow. A frustrated growl escapes from low in her throat.
I chuckle at the sight of her little pout, inching up closer to her head.
“Please…” she begs, circling her hips.
“You want to come, baby?” I ask again, and she nods eagerly, biting that damn lip.
Sliding down my joggers, the corner of my mouth twitches up when her eyes go wide at the sight of my cock springing loose. I kneel beside her and she licks her lips. “Earn it.” Is all I say, staring down at her, waiting to see what she does.
She stares right back. There’s a flash of challenge in the blue of her eyes before she opens her mouth. I ease my cock into her mouth and let out a groan as her warm throat closes around it. She gets to work, drawing me in, running the tip of her tongue down the bottom of the shaft, and I reward her, bringing the toy back over and reaping the benefits when it makes contact. She moans when I slip it back inside her, mouth opening wide, allowing me to thrust into the back of her throat.
Rory gags around me and I pull back, allowing her a breath before hammering into the back of her throat again. This time, she’s ready for me. The more I move the toy in and out, the wider she opens for me, taking every inch until I can’t hold back my release, coming down her throat.
I pull out, giving her my full attention. Throwing my arm over her hips, I pin her down while I play with her. Making her howl and scream each time I shove the toy deeper. With her movement restricted, she’s unable to escape the building sensations, and she squirms helplessly in my hold, whimpering for mercy she won’t get.
She’s close.
Tentatively, I press lightly on her backdoor. Her body tenses, but she’s too lost in the other sensations to do much about it. I slide my pinky in, stretching her while increasing the pressure on the toy. She loses it. Arching her back off the mattress, her body erupts into violent shakes while screaming out my name.
Slowly, I remove my finger, but continue to pump in and out of her as the orgasm rips through her, more intense after my repeated denials. Each pulse of my hand elicits a full body tremble until finally she goes limp.
Removing the toys, I rise. Hands on each of her sides, I push her further up the mattress, creating slack in the chains. Her eyes fly open. “What are you?—”
I flip her, propping her up on shaky knees. She nearly collapses down on herself before I prop her up again, smacking her ass hard enough to sting my palm. Rory lets out a surprised squeak.
“Ass in the air, princess.” I remove the hand that’s holding her up, and this time she stays how I want her. I nod in approval. Her head and chest pinned down by her arms crossed beneath her, held still by the chains. She can’t see me from this position.
When my fingers graze her ass again, she jumps. “That’s it, just like that, baby.” Climbing onto the bed, I gently nudge her knees apart, spreading her wider. Rory lets out a whimper of anticipation, body trembling—but this time it’s not in fear.
Lining myself up, I rub her with my fingers. She shudders, the nerves still incredibly sensitive from the violent orgasm I just ripped out of her. “You gonna come for me again, ice princess?” I slip two of my fingers inside and curl them. She answers me with the most delicious moan I’ve ever heard.
Replacing my fingers with my cock, I slam into her, none too gently, but she leans into it. pressing back into me for more. So responsive, I can feel her spasming around me like a ticking time bomb. Quickening my pace, I take a fistful of her hair in my hand and tug, forcing her head up and arching her back. She squeezes around me and my eyes roll back in pleasure, and I groan, “Damn baby, you’re making it real hard for me to remember why I shouldn’t keep you chained to my bed.” She lets out a little whimper of pleasure that nearly does me in.
On the verge of climax, I reach for the little toy. Finding it, I press it hard against her clit while I continue to pummel into her. She explodes, falling from her knees to the mattress, squeezing down hard on my cock, and I let out a groan, coming with her.
I reach up over her and free her hands before collapsing down on the mattress beside her.
She works to catch her breath, fully sated and limp in my arms, and I tug her toward me.My little fallen angel curls into me, her head resting against my chest, tracing the dark ink along my ribs with her fingers.
I don’t know what turns me on more: the memory of what we just did, or the fact that she trusted me enough to do it.