Chapter 29 Aiden
AIDEN
Tonight is the night. Date night. Katie has absolutely no idea what’s in store for her. I told her it would be a surprise, and surprise is exactly what I have planned. She’s going to love it. I cannot wait to see her face. I’m fuckin’ buzzin’.
As I pull up into the garden, I hook my Spotify to her echo dot, play L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole, and make my grand entrance.
“Katie?” I catch sight of her on the stairs, looking stunning in her little black dress.
She smiles and takes my hand as I lead her into her kitchen, singing along to the music.
Pulling her against my chest, I grip her hip in one hand and her hand in the other, spinning her around the kitchen, we dance to the music.
The look of surprise and joy on her face makes all the planning and anticipation worth it.
Katie laughs and twirls around, her eyes shining with delight as we move in perfect harmony.
As the song comes to an end, I dip her back and press a gentle kiss to her lips, savouring the moment before the night truly begins.
The warmth of her smile against mine is enough to make my heart race.
“Ready to go?” I ask, my teeth rolling across my lower lip as her hand slips into mine and we head out the door.
“Aiden?”
“Ah, no peeking!” I bat her hands away from the blindfold she’s trying to remove. “It’s a surprise for a reason.”
She wasn’t too impressed with me pulling over before we got here, or putting a blindfold on her under her helmet before leading her here, but hey, she wasn’t a fan of my bike until recently, and now she looks damn good in the leather jumpsuit.
Damn, if I weren’t so excited to show her what I have for us, I’d bend her over that bike and fuck her senseless.
“Ok, ok, I won’t peek,” she says with a laugh, finally relenting and letting me guide her into the surprise I have waiting for her. I open the heavy metal door, revealing a dimly lit room filled with flickering candles, and low-playing music.
Carl Mooney is bound and gagged on my workshop table.
“Ready for your surprise?”
“I’m ready,” she grins, I take the blindfold off and watch her eyes widen at the sight before her. Her gorgeous smile fades when she spots the body on the bench. “Is that?”
“You said you wanted to watch, bug,” I remind her, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I have him gift-wrapped especially for you,” I mumble against her hair as I plant a gentle kiss on her crown. I then take her hand and lead her closer to the workbench.
Carl’s eyes grow wide the second he claps his eyes on Katie, she’s too busy staring at the scalpel, the forceps, the drill, and other various tools laid out in front of her, to acknowledge him.
I step behind her, caging her between the bench and my body.
“Let’s get you a little more comfortable.
” I nip at her ear while I reach around and unzip the jumpsuit.
Fuck, this is more erotic than I expected it to be.
Katie’s breath hitches as my hands roam over her exposed skin.
“It’s ok to be nervous on your first time. ”
Her body leans back against me, Carl’s muffled cries and whimpers cause her pesky conscience to momentarily surface. Turning my attention to nuisance, I ask, “Do you mind? You’re distracting her.”
Katie shakes her head, backing away from the table. “I can’t…”
My grip tightens on her waist. “Yes, you can,” I reassure her, nudging her back to the bench.
“It’s wrong,” is the only thing she can think to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
My fingers trace the outline of her jaw as I lean in closer.
“No, bug. No. What was wrong was him pretending to be your friend so he could take advantage of you. What was wrong was him getting you so drunk that you couldn’t see straight and then forcing himself on you.
” Carl cries in protest, and I punch him in the face to silence him.
Katie nods, angry tears welling up in her eyes, her gaze darting to the predator on the bench.
“He won’t hurt you anymore,” I assure her. “We’ll make sure of that.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she huffs, her eyes jumping from Carl to me to the scalpel and back again.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I ask, “Do you want me to do it?”
She thinks about it for a long moment before shaking her head dismissively, “I should do it.”
“I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”
With a determined look in her eyes, she takes a deep breath and reaches for the scalpel.
“Ah!” I take the blade from her hand and place it back on the tray.
“It would be a shame to ruin that dress.” Pressing my lips to her shoulder, my fingers skim down her spine until they find the zipper.
“Let me help you with that.” With a grateful smile, she nods, allowing me to unzip her dress, revealing the delicate lace underneath.
I groan, “fuck, bug,” pushing her dress to the floor and tracing her curves with my hands. “You look stunning,” I murmur, running my fingers along the intricate lace pattern of her lingerie.
Taking the blindfold from my pocket, I cover Carl’s eyes. No one gets to see my woman like this but me. Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love” plays softly in the background, setting the perfect mood for what’s about to come next.
I strip down to my boxers, pressing my body against hers, and watch her trembling hand reach for the scalpel.
“It’s ok, baby,” I whisper, taking her hand and guiding it to Carl’s chest. “Just a little…” I press down gently, the blade piercing his skin.
The blood trickles out, pooling on the floor, I smile at my beautiful accomplice.
“Deeper.” Releasing her hand, I watch her press the scalpel deeper into Carl’s chest. The room fills with the sound of his muffled screams, drowned out by Elvis Presley’s crooning voice in the background.
“Would it be a sin?” I nip her ear, singing softly along with the music, “If I can’t help falling in love with you?
” I can’t keep my hands off her, watching her carve into Carl’s flesh is turning me damn near feral.
I knew Katie would look magnificent covered in blood, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.
My hands move for her breasts, squeezing them possessively as she works, a twisted sense of satisfaction filling me as I watch the scene unfold. Katie’s eyes meet mine, my mouth crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Our love is a beautiful, bloody masterpiece.
Rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, Katie moans softly, the sound blending with the music in a hauntingly magnificent way. “Don’t stop, bug.”
The blade returns to Carl’s flesh at the same moment I slide my hand beneath her lace thong, feeling her warmth and wetness against my fingertips.
“Aiden…”
“Don’t stop, Katie.” My mouth is on her neck now, leaving a trail of kisses down her collarbone. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Her hand moves further south, a wicked gleam in her eye as she presses the blade into Carl’s ball sack.
My thumb swipes over her clit and she cries out. Taking her free hand, I bring it around, pressing it to my throbbing cock, her fingers wrap around me in a tight grip. “Fuck, that’s it,” I groan. “You see how crazy you make me, baby?”
She nods, her eyes dark with desire as she continues to stroke me. “I want you.”
“Finish the job, bug. Finish him, and I’ll make you come so hard that you’ll forget your own name.
” With a wicked grin, she tightens her grip on my cock, twisting at the tip, I surge forward.
“Christ, bug!” Grabbing her jaw, I pull her in for a deep, hungry kiss, my hands gliding over her body as she continues to pump me.
“You wanna play this game?” I growl, shoving down my underwear just enough to free myself completely.
Her gaze drops to my cock, and she licks her lips.
“Turn around,” I command, “And finish the job.” She smirks but obeys, and just to tease me further, she bends slightly, offering up her dripping cunt for me to take.
Running my hands over her arse, I wait for her to continue carving before sliding the head of my cock through her glistening folds.
It takes every shred of will-power I have not to thrust into her right now, especially when she moans and pushes back, trying to take me in deeper.
“Naughty girl, " I growl, gripping her hip and running the head of my cock along her slick entrance again. “You’re going to have to wait for it.”
Her breath hitches. she looks back at me with pleading eyes, begging me to fill her greedy cunt. Sliding my hand between her legs, I coat my fingers in her juices, teasing her throbbing clit, making her squirm.
She fists the scalpel in her hand and cuts straight through Carl’s flaccid cock. I press two fingers inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.
Katie drops the scalpel, her bloodied hands clawing at my arms as she arches her back. “Please,” she begs, her voice desperate and needy.
With a wicked grin, I lean in and whisper, “You’ll have to earn it.” Curling my fingers inside her, I feel her walls clench around me as she gasps for breath. “He’s still alive.”
She reaches back, and I feel her fingers close around my cock, she tries to stroke it in a feeble attempt to distract me.
I grab her wrist and pin it down, increasing the pressure of my fingers inside her until she lets out a desperate cry for release.
Every moan, every sharp intake of breath has me dripping with desire.
A quick fuck is not going to do anything to satisfy me now.
I need a rush—something as deliciously dangerous and forbidden as the situation we find ourselves in.