Chapter Thirty-two — Trinity #2
“Oh fuck.”
“Mmm.”
All at once I understood how he was going to force my body into pleasure. Because he didn’t react when I did. He didn’t speed up or change the rhythm, instead taking my reaction and letting it build.
Maybe I should have let my hands be bound. I had no idea what to do with them. Hair. Aiden said to grab his hair. I dug my fingers into the strands and pulled, desperate for something. Everything.
When I used my vibrator, I had to keep pulling it away because it could be too much. Resetting until I found my way through the pleasure without shattering myself.
Aiden had no such plans.
I couldn’t hold anything back. The orgasm hit me hard and fast, sweeping up and over me in a wave that had me heaving in breath.
“There we go,” Aiden said. His accent seemed thicker right now. Voice rougher and deeper. “First one is out of the way.”
I barely noticed him getting off the bed to plug in the wand. “You know the real secret?” He wasn’t actually expecting an answer. “You don’t give the body time to cool down. Every inch of you is primed. So instead of letting the orgasm fully pass, you redirect the impulse into the next climax.”
The deep rumbling of the wand made me gasp. Oh fuck he was right. It had only been seconds since I came, and my body hadn’t had a chance to rest. I was oversensitive, aroused, and couldn’t do anything to stop the feelings because I couldn’t move—
Pleasure slammed into me sideways. Almost by surprise. I grabbed the comforter and held on for dear life. “I’m not going to survive this, am I?”
Even his laugh sent chills running over my skin. My nipples were so hard they ached. Plus, I now knew why we needed the waterproof blanket. Aiden was going to make me messy.
“Killing you would be detrimental to the goal.”
The wand never stopped, and this time he added his fingers, fucking me in the same spot as earlier. It was almost too easy to go over the edge. Like plunging into a pool. Effortless, and suddenly you were surrounded on every side with a new sensation.
“If Isolde ever finds out about this, she’s going to be the one to kill me.”
“Why is that?”
How could he sound so fucking calm right now? My breath was ragged, and we’d barely started. “She—”
I snapped my mouth shut. My friend had a hard time orgasming, which is why she would kill me. But I wasn’t sure if that was something she’d want Aiden to know. All I could do was shake my head.
Aiden leaned over me, pressing harder. Fucking harder. Like he knew I needed that extra fraction of force. A strangled cry left me on the next wave of pure bliss.
“The other trick is changing it up just enough that your body doesn’t tune out every sensation.” He set the wand aside, and I spotted a purple toy I knew was suction. Which was usually my vibrator of choice. My body already knew how to respond to that little toy. I was so fucked. So, so fucked.
And I wanted all of it.
I lost count after five.
Aiden showed me no mercy. He drowned me in pleasure over and over again using toys, lips, and hands.
Then it started to hurt. My body was too tight.
Every time he forced another orgasm, my nerves were on fire.
Like lifting weights at the gym. Running too far, too fast. That crazy kind of pain that somehow felt incredible because your brain was soaked in endorphins.
My whine drew his gaze. He didn’t stop the wand, holding it firmly against me while his other hand ringed my throat. “I know it hurts. You can take it.”
I shook my head, and he nodded back.
More and more. I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide. Trying to keep up the walls he was systematically bringing down. This was so much more than pleasure and pain. It was vulnerability and trust and peeling back every layer I had.
Aiden’s face appeared over mine sometime later.
When I couldn’t tell up from down, I couldn’t control my breathing, tears rolling down my face as he hovered over me.
The vibrator was still between my legs, but he wasn’t using it at the moment.
Both hands cupped my face. I realized he no longer had the gloves on.
He used his thumbs to brush away my tears.
Kissed me softly. “You’re okay, violet.”
Was I?
Yeah. I was. Floaty and achy. Blissed out. But okay. Words were elsewhere right now. Even if I could speak, I wasn’t sure if my voice would work after all my screaming.
Aiden kissed me again. I realized he was naked now. I couldn’t see more of him—I felt it. Hot and hard against my stomach.
“How about ten more?” he asked. “Can you do that for me?”
I shook my head, desperate. No. I couldn’t. There was no way.
One eyebrow arched. “Surely you can give me five.”
I shook my head again. He smiled softly. “If I decide I want you to come ten more times, you will come ten more times. Understand?”
A full-body shudder. I nodded.
“Three it is, then.”
Three? I’d be lucky to survive one. “Please,” I managed, my voice ragged. “It hurts.”
Aiden leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. “I know, violet.” Then he kissed my lips. “But you and I both know you want it to hurt.” He pushed the vibrator into me once more.
And I did come. Three more times.
Setting the vibrator aside, Aiden fit himself against me and rolled his hips, entering me smoothly. My pussy was so wet and swollen that he bottomed out on the first thrust.
“Fuuuuck.” He closed his eyes, coming to stillness. “Your cunt fits me perfectly. I’m all the way inside you now.”
I squeezed down on his cock out of pure instinct and reached for him. Bracing himself above me, Aiden came close enough for me to touch, and it wasn’t enough. I needed his skin on mine. Needed more.
Somehow he knew, lowering himself so his body was heavy on mine. “Hold on to me. I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not taking it easy.”
I slid my arms around him and clutched his shoulders. He felt so good inside me and on me. I wasn’t sure I was fully conscious anymore.
It couldn’t be stopped. I came all over his cock. He’d made my body so used to orgasming that I couldn’t not come. It hurt exquisitely, so much better with him thrusting deep and hard and steady.
Aiden buried his face in my neck and fucked me harder, moaning as he came. I’d never heard a hotter sound in my life. The way his knot filled me turned my brain off. Safe. Mine.
We rested together for a while, both of us catching our breath. I, for one, wasn’t sure I could move. But whose fault was that?
Slowly, he raised his head so we could see each other and stroked the hair back from my face. “How do you feel?”
I swallowed once. Again. Tried to find my voice. “Like I’m not sure if I exist.”
Aiden’s unguarded grin nearly made my heart stop. He was beautiful. I released my hold on him to run my fingers over his face, marveling.
“You did amazing, you know that?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Incredible.” He dropped his forehead against mine. “You were made for me. My head’s still spinning that I get to call you mine.”
I closed my eyes and sank further into his hold and the peace of existing in a place where you wanted nothing. Needed nothing. Where the world was quiet and soft.
Gently, he took my wrist.
“Why do you wear these?” He ran a finger beneath the gold chain that circled my left wrist. This one had flat, circular jewels that nestled against the back of my hand before the loop curled around my middle finger.
I had so many that I barely thought about it when I put them on in the morning. My voice was rough, but I was back in my body enough to speak. “I don’t know. They’re pretty.”
As soon as I’d seen them, years ago, I’d loved them and went to find a pair I could buy. My hands almost felt strange without them now.
“They are pretty,” he agreed. “But I don’t think that’s why you wear them.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “Am I not allowed to like pretty things?”
Aiden rolled his hips, reminding me that I was pinned to the bed and I was only wearing the chains on my hands and nothing else.
He laughed softly, the sound raising goose bumps on my skin, and not only in a good way. “Careful, violet. The vibrator is still right there. But, as I was saying, I don’t think you wear your chains only because they’re pretty.”
“Please enlighten me.”
Nipping at my neck, he growled softly. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, the pressure emphasizing the jewelry we spoke of.
Breath feathered over my ear. “Do you wear them because they’re pretty?
Or do you wear them because they remind you of this?
” He squeezed my wrists, and everything else tightened too.
“Do they soothe that craving you have to be pinned down and taken? Put in your place? To give yourself over to someone you trust so you don’t have to think anymore? The desperate need to be owned?”
“No,” I answered automatically, but my voice shook, because he was right. I’d always loved the way cuffs looked. From the cartoon movies when I was young, and the villain locked up the girl, to the porn I now watched, or even people in the club.
And yes. Wearing chains around my wrists reminded me of that, because it wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d have.
Aiden grinned. “Little liar.” Then his face sobered. “I haven’t known you long, but I notice things.”
“Uh-oh.”
He squeezed my wrists again in gentle reprimand. “You’ve been on your own for a long time. It doesn’t take much to see two things. That you have walls, and you’re exhausted.”
“Everyone has walls,” I mumbled before I buried my face in his neck. This was already vulnerable. I wasn’t sure I could let him see my face. My eyes.
“We do. And everyone needs them. But.”
“But?”
“My instincts are telling me you need to hear this. And I know you don’t like to admit it, but I see how tired you are.
How hard you’re fighting.” He squeezed my wrists again.
“I’m telling you that no matter if you wear our chains or not, you can rest with us.
We’ll never let anything happen to you. You can let us in. ”
My eyes flooded again. All the overwhelm and then hearing such nice things. They made me believe it was all real.
Fuck, I hoped this was real. If it all fell apart, I didn’t know if I would survive it. Not as a joke about orgasms, but in reality. It would break me in ways I wasn’t sure I could come back from.
“I’ll get you out of these restraints in a minute,” he said. “Just one more thing.”
He moved my wrists to one hand and arched from my body long enough to grab the wand. “Aiden,” I moaned.
“Last one,” he whispered. “Nice and slow.”
“I really don’t think I can.”
“You will.” There wasn’t any harsh dominance in his tone. Just matter of fact.
“It’s going to hurt.”
“Yes, it will.” He pressed his face into my neck and groaned. “The way you’re squeezing my knot, it’s going to hurt me too. As much as you pretend otherwise, you know we both like that.”
The pleasure and pain rose together. It was too much. Too much. “Aiden, I—”
It hit like an earthquake. My body shook uncontrollably, and tears spilled over. A low growl. Aiden rocking his hips to fuck me with his knot. “Cry for me, violet. My violet.”
I did. And it was perfect.
Aiden’s knot shrank, and he slipped away from me. Even that ached, now that I was used to being filled by him. He disappeared from my view.
My hips jerked against his grip as he ran his tongue over me and groaned. “We taste great together.”
“I thought we were done.”
Another lick. “We are. I’m not forcing any more orgasms.”
That was good. The way he moved was soft and slow.
Not meant to arouse, but instead to soothe.
Taking his time until he was satisfied before he uncuffed me and slowly helped me move.
My muscles protested, but I felt better than I expected.
Like I’d worked out for hours. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow. ”
“Good. I want you to think about this every time you take a step.”
Oh, I would feel it. And I doubted it would only be a day.
Aiden came around the bed and lifted my arms before dropping a giant hoodie over my head. It smelled like him. Warm and cozy. Sweet cherries and dark chocolate. This was going in the nest later, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“I’ll clean the bed and the toys, but I want you in here tonight.”
“No arguments.”
He bent and picked me up, now wearing his sweats again. “I’ll finish up your aftercare after I put everything away. Right now, I want you to eat something.”
My eyes went wide. “Oh my god.”
“What?”
“I still have ice cream.”
He laughed. “You need real food. But ice cream too.”
As soon as he set me down in the kitchen—though I was wobbly enough that I felt like I was made of jelly—I went straight for the freezer and the container of ice cream.
I sank a spoon into it, took a bite, and groaned. “Past me is a goddamn legend. Thank you, past me.”
Aiden gripped my hair on the second bite and pulled my head back to kiss me. Sharing the ice cream. “This makes me want to devour you all over again.”
“I think I need a bit of rest before we do a repeat.”
Logan popped his head into the kitchen. “There are prepped meals in the fridge, Aiden. She can have one of those.”
“Thank you.”
I lifted my arms and made a face. “I’m right here. I can pick what to eat.”
My other Alpha came over and stole a bit of the ice cream off my spoon. “That tastes amazing. But you need more than ice cream after a scene like that.”
“How do you—”
“Rin.” Logan laughed and kissed my forehead. “We all heard you, baby. You had a very good time.”
I flushed with embarrassment. “Oh god.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. Pretty sure all of us want to be in on the next time you do that.”
He stood behind the bar chair and held me while Aiden microwaved the meal. My stomach erupted at the scent. “Okay, maybe I am hungry.”
“Told you.”
I practically inhaled the chicken and veggies when he put it in front of me. And suddenly I felt like I was about to fall asleep on the island in front of me.
Strong arms lifted me off the seat. “Let’s go, violet, before you can’t open your eyes.”
“Bring the ice cream,” I murmured.
A warm purr rose under my ear. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it.”