Her head thrashes from side to side and then her back bows. I have to push harder with my hand on her hip to keep her down and strum her faster.
“You want another finger?” I ask her and then kiss the inside of her knee. She’s so fucking tight I don’t think I could though. It’s an idle threat, but the idea of stretching her to the point where I could fist her cunt and give her undeniable pleasures she’s never felt, has my hand moving harder and faster in unrelenting strokes and I don’t stop.
Even as she cries out my name.
Even as her pussy spasms.
Her body rocks with the force of her orgasm and I don’t stop, drawing it out and taking every bit of pleasure from her that I can.
It’s not until her breath comes back to her and her eyes find mine that I pull away, sucking each of my fingers while she watches.
“Your cunt is so fucking sweet,” I tell her and watch her reddened cheeks blush even more violently.
“I’m growing to love your punishments,” she says breathily with her eyes closed and the power I feel vanishes. My dick, still pulsing with need, begs me to push her onto her stomach and rut between her legs. She’d cum again. And again.
The worst thing a man of power can do is to issue a false threat. Yet, I’ve done it with Aria. More than once.
My goal isn’t to punish her though; I only want her to obey.
Just as I begin to unbutton my pants, my phone vibrates in my pocket, the timer going off.
Time is up.
With her eyes closed and an angelic look of content on her face, I question leaving her, but I have to.
“Clean up and make yourself dinner.” I stifle a groan as I stand, hating that I won’t be able to get lost in her touch for hours.
“I’ll be back later.” I give her the parting words and start to leave. Each movement makes my hard cock ache even worse, but I’ll have her tonight.
“Carter?” Aria’s soft voice cuts through the air and stops me just as I’ve started to leave.
“How long will you be gone?” Traces of fear and loneliness linger on her question. This is the new side of her I’m not used to.
The side I’ve only seen since last night. Back to being the girl behind the broken wall instead of the woman who’s angry at being left alone for so long.
“A few hours, maybe.”
Her expression falls as she slowly picks herself back up. She only nods in understanding as she covers herself again.
“Do you want anything while I’m out?” I ask her out of instinct, wanting to see her eyes on me again. Wanting her to show me more of this vulnerability. I can offer her so much more than she ever dreamed.
The very thought spikes awareness through me.
She’s the one with control. Topping from the bottom. Sly girl. I need to take it back, for her own good. She needs me to have control, even if she doesn’t want to give it to me. Even if she has no idea how much she needs to give it to me.
“No,” she answers me with a small shake of the head. “Thank you, though.”
“Manners and all,” I say to play with her as I leave the room.
Her sweetness numbs the thoughts of demanding more from her, but only so much.
Chapter 7
Aria
Hours have passed since Carter left. The smell of garlic is still fresh on my fingers as I head into the dimly lit wine cellar. With a flick and a click, the cellar lights up and a beautiful array of wine bottles shines in the light.
An easy breath leaves me at the thought of getting lost at the bottom of a bottle. One glass or two, and I’ll still have my wits with me.
But the wits can go fuck themselves tonight. I don’t know what to think or feel. I don’t know anything anymore. The memories of what once was and what I am today are playing tricks on my sanity.
I’m acutely aware of it but helpless to do anything about it. That’s the worst part.
That, and how I feel about Carter.
It’s an ever-changing relationship, but I’m fully aware of the cracked wall between us. He’s pretending it’s not there, and maybe I’m a fool to think something has changed, but I see the pain and sadness behind his eyes. He can’t hide it any longer.
He’s broken. It takes a broken soul to know one.
Even what I’ve been through in only the last twenty-four hours, pales in comparison to how broken and shattered Carter’s been for years. And I desperately want to heal him. I want to take his pain away more than I’ve ever wanted to heal myself.
Deep inside, there’s the inkling of some other part of him. If only I could show him.