Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
I’m trapped and enjoying it. I shift to put some distance between us, but only grind against an impressive erection.
Sensing the tension stitching into my muscles, he says, “Relax. If I wanted anyone to know what I was doing to you, they would. Luckily for you, I prefer to keep my business to myself.”
We fight over control of the territory of my upper thighs despite his warning, and he quickly overpowers me by taking both of my hands in one of his.
His free hand slips beneath the hem of my dress and slides upward between my legs without hesitation.
I suck in a breath, and it sounds like a gunshot in my head, but the band playing on the stage near the back of the property and the buzz of conversation and shouts from the dealers drown it out.
Struggling against him quickly proves to be a fruitless endeavor.
Those rough, capable hands keep me well and truly trapped against his firm body as his fingers trace over the whisper of my minuscule panties.
I should have fucking worn slacks, but that thought melts away as horror drains it out.
My struggles increase, despite the futility, because I can’t let him know, can’t let him discover…
“Oh, pet, is this all for me?” he croons in my ear, his brogue thick with pleasure.
I freeze, mentally flying away to somewhere, anywhere, that isn’t here.
Humiliation flames hot, though, keeping me too present to ignore as Aiden strokes the tip of one finger over the damp lace coating my pussy.
He strokes down the outside of my underwear, pressing against the material to the point of obscenity.
His moan of satisfaction sends me crashing back to reality.
Cheeks aflame, I try to turn away to get back to that floaty place where this doesn’t exist, but his fingers bite into my skin, keeping me firmly present and aware of what he’s doing to me.
“You don’t get to hide away. You want to know what your punishment is for letting those men hear you? You get to come.”
My first thought is to snort again, until I realize that’s what got me into this mess, and I resist. It doesn’t sound like much of a punishment. Then, his finger does another lingering pass over my underwear. “Don’t. Not here. You don’t have to do this. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Anyone could see us.
It could be splashed all over the news.
How am I more worried about this than he is?
He touches me with abandon, completely unconcerned—or completely consumed by the thought of it — that everyone else here ceases to exist for him.
We exist in a bubble where no one else can intrude.
His singular focus is on me, and I quiver with terror, shame, and something too close to excitement to examine.
The things I’m learning about myself tonight will take a therapist a lifetime to unravel.
“I don’t want your promises. You’re already going to do whatever I want. Aren’t you?” Before I can answer, he’s inside me and sparks dance behind my closed eyelids.
The party continues around me as though Aiden isn’t finger-fucking me in the middle of it.
Instead of struggling more, I grip his wrists, needing an anchor so I don’t simply fly away.
A moan bubbles up in my throat, and I choke on it until I can breathe properly.
It may be my imagination, but I swear the wet glide of his fingers thrusting in and out of me can be heard by everyone at the party.
“Aiden, we could—someone could see,” I sob.
“They could,” he admits, surprising the protests from my lips. “I could fuck you in front of them and you’d have to let me. But what you want tonight doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you understand what will happen if you ever come back.”
“I won’t, I won’t, I swear,” I pant.
His mouth presses to my ear again, and he must have noticed how it makes every part of me clench.
He says, “I don’t believe you. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, but I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you break over and over for me.
When I’m done with you, I’ll bet every cent in my bank account you’ll wish I had. ”
Panic spirals inside me as the party continues and Aiden’s fingers drive me higher and higher into madness.
I fist the material of my dress, realizing belatedly he’d released his grip on me.
Then his thumb comes into play, stroking across the sensitive, throbbing mess of my clit with firm, even pressure.
Jolting back against him makes him bite my earlobe in warning.
“I don’t want you to make a sound. Drawing attention to yourself will only make your punishment worse.
I’ll make you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop.
Is that what you want? Why do you keep grinding your pussy into my hand?
Do you want everyone to see what a good little slut you’re being for me? ”
I don’t answer. I can’t. My jaw is physically incapable of letting words pass my lips.
My teeth stay glued together, and as long as I keep my eyes closed, I can pretend this is happening to someone else.
Once again, I’m outside my body, a victim to the riot of sensations, until the band kicks up their set, smashing drums and cranking up the volume to play a cover of a popular song.
Footsteps gallop to the makeshift dance floor, heedless of my torment.
The increase in volume covers my yelp when Aiden removes his fingers from my pussy to give me a sharp slap, slap right over the top of my clit, jolting me back to him.
Eyes flying open, I jerk. As soon as I focus on him, his fingers return to me, sliding through the mess of my arousal and plunging so deep inside me I’ve never felt more connected to another human.
His strokes are slow now, but sure. His body is granite beneath and around me, immovable and unfeeling aside from where he stokes me to life. The way he masters me is thought-melting. Rationality? Who’s she?
As much as I want to fight against him, the swell of a devastating orgasm unfurls low in my belly, coaxed to life by his fingers, the thrill of getting caught, and his absolute command over my body.
Our mouths hover a breath away from each other, all my protests imprisoned in my chest. For one crazed moment, all I can think about is closing the distance and kissing him.
How is he about to make me come, and I’ve never kissed him?
That realization is followed closely by the deep, irrefutable knowledge that there’s a terrifying possibility I’d let him do a whole lot worse. Including all the filthy suggestions he planted in my brain. I’d get on my knees for him. I’d let him bend me over this table with everyone watching.
Because he’s taking me in like I’m the only woman in the room. Like making me come is his sole mission in life. And being the object of his obsession is the most powerful aphrodisiac I have ever known.
I’ve never wanted or craved having a man speak to me the way Aiden has, but maybe I like it because it’s him saying it.
Because he’s powerful. Dangerous. And all of that lethal focus is captivated by me.
Those silver eyes gleam in the low outdoor lighting, rapt.
By my gasps and twitches. My rolling hips.
His fist clamps on my thigh to yank me wider, and I shudder, feeling surrounded by him, consumed by him.
“You don’t want to like it, but you do, don’t you?
” he murmurs, his accent thick and almost unintelligible, rough with gravel and as breathless as I feel.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson about what happens to little girls who wander where they’re not supposed to?
Do you think I should take pity on you and let you go? ”
I keen an inaudible sound into the place between his head and shoulder where I bury my face. “Yes” is the only word I remember to say.
At the sound of my voice, Aiden adds a third finger, stuffing me so full that I can barely breathe.
“You should know better than to think I’ll show you any sort of mercy.
I have you for the rest of the night, and this is only the beginning.
You’re going to be my perfect little slut and come all over my fingers, or make sure everyone can see what a bad girl you are for me. Come for me now, slut, or I’ll—”
I don’t get to hear what sick, depraved consequence he’s going to dream up for me next, because my body reacts like it belongs to him, and I come, muscles contracting around his fingers, clamping down so hard he can barely move them inside me.
It takes a great deal of his considerable strength to continue driving his fingers inside as the hot, thick wave of my orgasm fights against him.
The powerful bunching of his muscles, the groan of his satisfaction, and the threat of his determination drag out its intensity, leaving me wrung out and deliciously spent in his lap.
Whatever he says next in the aftermath is lost in the ringing of my ears, and the only remaining sensation is the hollowness inside me when he removes his fingers.
I have enough awareness to take it in as he licks each one clean like he’s tasting a Michelin-starred dessert.
He moves me as if I weigh nothing until I’m cradled sideways against his chest. I rest there, trying to get my heart rate under control, trying to understand how thoroughly tonight has gone off the rails and what I could have done differently to prevent it.
Aiden’s hand grips one of my knees, his thumb stroking back and forth, and I stare at it, wondering if he notices what he’s doing. Around us, the band is in full swing, the partygoers still completely oblivious. Most of the guests writhe together on the dance floor, faces sweaty and flushed.
When I glance up to check, his eyes are already on me. I open my mouth to speak and am furious that I hesitate, causing him to grin, white teeth flashing in the shadows.
“Learning so well, aren’t we? You can talk now. What is it?”