Chapter 42
Mia
I whimper as he grinds his thigh against my already aching clit. His heavy body pins mine and I rock into it. He knew I would want him to chase me. He knew I needed it. And now there’s nothing I want more than his hands all over me.
Aiden’s hand skates over my throat, and the sweet thrill of having my breath taken away courses through me as he pushes himself harder still against the denim of my shorts.
He tilts my face up, licking a slow trail from my sweaty collarbone to my bottom lip.
“Do you want to choose a safe word?” he asks, pulling his hand from my core.
A carnal thrill runs through me again. “Fuck your safe word,” I bite out, and he chuckles.
“Good girl, Rhiannon,” he murmurs into my lips, and I light up under his praise.
I watch in confusion as Aiden backs up a pace.
“Stay,” he commands.
He undoes his belt, first pulling his sheathed knife from it, and placing the sheath between his teeth. The sight of him like this is making quick work of ruining my panties, and I’m desperate to have the pressure of him against my clit again.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask as he folds the tail of his thick leather belt toward the buckle to form loops.
He still has the knife between his teeth, so he doesn’t answer, and his brow is knotted in concentration as he works. He grips one of my wrists at a time, slipping them through the loops, tucking and tightening the slack around them.
He just made makeshift handcuffs with his fucking belt.
With one hand on the belt, and the other at my ass, he hoists me up a little so I’m forced to stand on tiptoe.
A long piece of leather hangs free from where he’s tightened the belt around my wrists, digging into my skin a little.
He pulls the knife from the sheath in his mouth, spitting the leather cover to the ground, and his eyes meet mine.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like this, my perfect little toy.”
“What are you going to do?” I ask again. My voice is thready even though I’m trying to sound strong.
“Whatever the fuck I want, Mia,” he says in a tone that sends sparks down my spine. My skin breaks out in goose bumps as I realize he wants to see me hang here like his own personal sacrifice. He’s unpredictable and rough, and my pussy throbs with want.
He plunges the knife through the belt and into the bark of the tree. My hands slam against the rough wood in the process, and I tug at my wrists, but it only tightens the hold. I try to move my feet, but he’s pinned me just high enough that they scrape against the earth.
Aiden stands back and admires his work. His eyes are predatory and dark as he watches me struggle. My core throbs even more.
“Fighting those restraints won’t help you. It’ll only tighten them, and they aren’t coming off until I’ve filled your messy cunt. So, you decide how uncomfortable you want to be, Mia.”
He moves closer again, not wasting a moment as he removes my sandals one by one, then undoes my shorts and slowly slips them down my legs. The anticipation is almost too much to bear. I lift my head, feigning confidence.
Aiden slides his fingers just under the waistband of my panties, and I suck in a breath at the feel of his cool hand on my skin.
His middle finger trails downward through my pussy, and then back up to sweep my aching clit, and I let out a breathy moan.
He gathers my arousal on his finger and brings it up, painting my lips.
“Lick your lips, toy. Taste how sweet a little fear makes you.”
I do as he says then look up at him through my lashes, taking the only control I have. “You too,” I say, challenging him to kiss me, licking my lips again.
He gives in and drops his mouth to mine. I still as his tongue glides across my bottom lip, but when he moves to kiss me, I bite hard onto his.
Aiden hisses, and his hand moves to my throat in response.
“Taste how sweet a little pain makes you,” I purr as his blood lines my lip.
“Fuck,” he groans, and it makes me smirk because I know I’m pissing him off.
I might not be able to physically fight him right now, but I’ll never let him have me easily.
His grip tightens on my throat, and he spins me around, taking control again.
My tits and stomach are pressed into the bark hard enough for me to gasp and struggle, feeling so open and vulnerable with him behind me.
“Trying to taunt me? Cute,” he notes with a dark undertone.
I can’t answer, because his first two fingers have slid over my hip and down between my thighs. He moves slowly, pushing them under my panties, sweeping them through my arousal then over my clit as he presses me into the bark of the tree.
Pleasure rolls through me as he pinches my clit without warning, then goes back to circling, my wetness coating his fingers. My body thrums from the pain of the bark, and my legs begin to shake as I struggle to stand. Heat coils, yet he’s barely touched me.
He presses his hardened cock against my ass and groans.
“I’d say I’m doing a pretty fucking good job of taunting you, actually,” I argue.
I feel Aiden growl against my neck, and then he’s spreading me wide. I whimper when he pulls his fingers away, and his thumb runs gently over my back hole. A threat.
“Such a little temptress, just begging to be punished.”
I want it.
“Give in then. Punish me, Prez.”
I saw the hunger in his eyes when I called him that before, and it works again. His hand comes down hard on my ass with a wicked slap.
“You fucking asked for it,” he growls, and a small part of me worries that maybe this time I’ve pushed him too far.