Chapter Thirty-two — Trinity
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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TRINITY
Ipulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them, watching the muscles in Aiden’s back move as his fingers flew across the keyboard. Windows popped up across the six giant monitors, stacked two on top of each other and three wide.
How the hell he knew where to look? I wasn’t sure. But there was something beautiful about watching someone entirely in their element.
A soft chuckle. “You weren’t kidding. This thing is locked up tighter than I would lock it up. That’s saying quite a lot.” He glanced over his shoulder. “What’s on here?”
“I don’t know yet. Hopefully, a smoking gun of some kind.”
“For?”
I lifted my shoulders and shook my head. “I’ll let you know.”
His expression told me he wasn’t fully buying it, but he went back to typing. Only a couple minutes later, and a window popped up with flying bits of code and what seemed like a progress bar. “It will analyze it and evaluate what it needs to open. In the meantime…” He swiveled in his chair.
Aiden might be a hacker, but his body didn’t look like he spent all his time on the computer. I knew he’d played rugby, and the way his body looked, he might as well have walked off the field an hour ago.
Both forearms were covered in tattoos—what looked like maps and some other symbols I was going to pin him down and ask about at some point—and the edge of another one peeked up from the waistband of his sweats. How far did it go? What was it?
He went to the closet and grabbed a blanket and a black duffel bag. I’d seen enough of them to know it was a bag with all his kinky shit. Doms at Element often had them near where they were scening.
“What am I in for?”
Aiden spread the blanket over the lower half of the bed, lifting my feet to place it underneath.
“Waterproof,” he said, and went back to the bag.
A set of cuffs and belts landed on the bed.
He dug further through the bag. “You’re in for exactly what I told you.
I’m going to make you come as many times as possible, even if you don’t want to anymore, even if it hurts.
” He shot me a wicked grin. “Especially if it hurts. Until I decide we’re finished, or you use your safe word. ”
“What if I pass out?”
He reached for my hand, and I gave it to him, watching him wrap the leather cuff around my wrist. Then he shrugged. “Passing out is not a safe word, and somnophilia is one of your ‘absolutely yes’ kinks.”
Everything tightened and warmed. His choice or a safe word. End of story. “Okay.”
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
I noticed that he’d put plastic gloves on. Like the gloves you saw in a doctor’s office, but black. The low-hung sweats and those gloves sent a wave of heat straight through me. What the hell?
Why?
I traced the burst of arousal through my mind to the source. Because it felt that much more clinical. I was a sexual object, and it was his job to make me come. It added to his matter-of-fact attitude. He was the artist, I was the instrument, and this was happening.
Closing my eyes, I let the realization soak my brain. That had no fucking right to be so hot. And I didn’t care that I couldn’t explain it. It was simply a relief to let go and be a thing instead of a person for a while. Let him overwhelm me with pleasure because it was what he wanted.
Aiden watched me when I opened my eyes, missing nothing, but he didn’t ask me why we were now both breathing a heavy dose of my perfume.
The other cuff wrapped around my wrist. The inside was soft and didn’t make my hand chains uncomfortable. “I’d like to have a custom set of these made, just for you.”
“Don’t these work?”
A faint smile as he picked up one of the longer leather belts. “They do. But I like the idea of a set that only ever belongs to you.”
When he put it that way. “I like that idea too.” The belt went around my thigh. “Oh. This must be what Brooks used the other day. I couldn’t see.”
“Blindfolded?”
I cleared my throat, face flushing. “There are stocks in his footboard.”
Aiden tilted his head back and laughed. The sound was joyful and musical. “That’s incredible. Might have to ask where he got them.”
Climbing onto the bed, he spread me out, lifting me higher, and grabbing a strap which connected to my wrist cuff. My hand didn’t move now. “How?”
A slow kiss straight to the center of my chest. “Four other kinky Alphas in this house. They helped me set up the bed restraints.”
“Of course they did.”
“I don’t have to use them,” he said mildly, “and I would love to see you writhing between pain and pleasure.”
I tugged on my wrist again, testing, and it was held fast. “Why do I feel like there’s a but along with that?”
“Because there is. No restraints is fine, but every time you try to get away from an orgasm I want to give you, I’m adding another one.”
“Oh.”
Aiden stared down at me, taking in every inch of my body with that same hunger I saw the day we met. It felt like I was more than naked. One hand sank into my hair, cradling my skull, and hauled me upward so he could kiss me.
This kiss was different from the ones last night.
Right now, his mouth fucked mine without restraint or hesitation.
He dominated me with nothing but his lips.
Biting, licking, consuming. He made me so dizzy I didn’t even realize he’d pushed my legs apart and attached the straps to my thighs. Only one hand was left free.
He reached for my other wrist, and something shifted. “Wait,” I said. “Yellow. Wait.”
Aiden pulled back, searching my face. “Are you all right?”
“I—” taking a breath, I slowed my thoughts down, trying to find the source of resistance. Brooks had me completely immobilized, and there wasn’t a way to deny I loved it. But Aiden had already declared he was going to push me to the limit, and being completely frozen during that gave me pause.
Not that I didn’t trust him, but I knew I would have nowhere to hide. Was I ready? Was it wrong in the dynamic to ask for that when it wasn’t really my choice?
“Talk to me, Trinity.”
I repeated my thoughts in one long stream of consciousness. Then I braced for the impact of those words. I didn’t realize my eyes were screwed shut until Aiden’s hand cupped my cheek. “Open your eyes. You don’t need to hide.”
My breath was shaky.
Clearly, I still held a lot of the fears I thought I’d overcome. They would ask me about it eventually, and I was not looking forward to that day.
Aiden searched my gaze, his eyes flicking back and forth between my eyes. “It’s always acceptable to ask. If I, if any of us, get upset with a fucking question, we don’t deserve to dominate you.”
The tight bands around my chest eased.
“But,” he said slowly, “this is the part of having a dynamic that’s difficult.” Breaking into a smile, he shook his head. “Or so I’ve been told. I’ve never had a full-time dynamic before.”
“Good.”
He kissed me quickly. “But, for whatever question you ask, you need to be prepared for the answer to be no. Not because it will always be no. Because you’ve given us this power, and until you take it back with your safe word, it’s our choice.”
Right. That was the real hardship about this, and I knew we hadn’t run into it yet.
Not really. It was one thing to understand you could be told no.
Actually being told no was much harder. If he said no now, that would be all right.
I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t in pain. It was a preference.
The tension seeped out of me. “I understand.”
“Now,” he reached for my bound wrist, “in this case, I’m fine with giving you your hands back. It’s our first scene, and I want you to be comfortable. But if I give you your hands, your ankles will be bound. And I will absolutely pin your wrists down if I need to.” A smirk. “Or want to.”
That was perfect. Perfect. I wasn’t going to dive into what had caused that reaction right now. That could come later.
It took Aiden no time at all to bind my ankles. Similar the way Brooks had tied me down, but I could see Aiden. I waved my hands in the air with a grin. “What am I going to do with all this freedom?”
“Well,” he settled between my legs. “Feel free to grip my hair if you need to.”
That was all the warning I got before he licked into me. Slow and easy, taking his time. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You taste better than the ice cream.”
“I doubt that.”
He flicked my clit. “I’ll tell you how you taste, and my Omega tastes better than the ice cream made with her scent.”
“Did you just flick me?”
The smirk he unleashed, looking up from between my legs, was deadly. “Better prepare yourself. I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than that.”
There had been words on my tongue and I lost every single one. He consumed me lazily, slowly building the pleasure. “I don’t know that I’ve ever come more than three times in a single session.”
“We’ll fix that.”
“What if I can’t?”
Sucking my clit between his teeth, scraping it on purpose to make me shiver before he climbed up my body and kissed me hard.
His tongue invaded my mouth, and I felt that he was showing me how he thought I tasted.
“That’s why it’s called forced orgasms, violet.
There is no can’t.” He spoke the words against my lips.
“How many should I aim for? Forty? Fifty?”
“What?”
“You don’t have to count. That’s my job.”
The black duffel bag landed on the end of the bed. I lifted myself up on my elbows so I could see. Aiden pulled out things familiar to every woman. Vibrators. More than one. But the biggest one was the kind of vibrator that inspired both longing and terror.
The big wand. The one that plugged into the wall.
“We’ll start slow. Lie back.”
I obeyed.
Aiden’s mouth was on me again, and he added his fingers. Closing my eyes, I surrendered. This was out of my hands.
Slow, steady thrusts of his fingers, each one hitting a slightly different place inside me. A starburst of pleasure had me gasping. I felt him smile in victory before he fucked exactly. That. Spot.