Castles Burning Part One (8 page)

“My safe word is Blue, Sir.”
I almost whispered, my insides were tingling in anticipation; I adjusted my legs, and shifted on the pool table, fuck I wanted this so much.

“Good girl,” he said,
as he slowly slid his hot tongue across my lower lip before biting it, and then shoving my face away from him. Resuming his prior distance from the pool table, he left me to catch my breath.

“Get down
.” He commanded. I slipped down from the pool table and stood before him, hands at my sides. Aden stepped toward me and walked around me, trailing his finger along my hips, and across my stomach as he circled me.

“Do you want me?” He asked from behind me
, quietly, almost a whisper.

“Yes, Sir.”
I swallowed hard, my body screaming to be touched.

“Are you ready?” H
e asked after an agonizing moment of silence, his voice was low, and I heard it again, the switch. It tingled down my spine, and it made my insides ache, I wanted to growl, to scream at him to fuck me, hard, and to do it now.

“Yes.” I whispered, nodding my head frantically.

“Get on your knees.” He instructed, still standing behind me.

I
quickly dropped down to my knees, and positioned myself in what I knew he loved to see; knees together, back arched, sitting on my heels, my hands in my lap, eyes down.

“Turn around.” He told me, I did so quickly, eager to please him.
“Crawl to me.”

Arching my back and leaning forward on my hands, I seductively slinked toward him
, the cold floor was hard on my knees, and felt sticky on my palms.

“You know what really upset me?” Aden asked
softly.

“No.”
I said, flatly, glaring at him from beneath my lashes.

“No?” He
asked lifting his eyebrows as he strode over to me. “Open your fucking mouth.”

I opened my mouth and haughtily made eye contact with him
, challenging him as he pulled me up from the ground to sit back on my heels again.

“Don’t fucking look at me. You haven’t earned the privilege of looking at me yet.
” He said as he took me by the back of my neck.

I looked down immediately, my legs shift
ing beneath me in my excitement; I ground myself against my heel, trying to find some sort of satisfaction.

“Hold still.” Aden scolded. “I know what you’re doing when you squirm like that.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just want you so much.” I said, meeting his gaze again, begging him.

“
Close those pretty brown eyes.” He said as he hauled me forward, I inhaled deeply as he pressed my face against his soft, silky cock; it smelled of soap and Aden, delicious. I nuzzled against him and dragged my bottom lip, and lower teeth along his shaft as I clawed at his open jeans with my left hand to free him. My right arm was wrapped around his left leg; he held my head against his left hip gently as he looked down at me.

“Open.
” He said, caressing my jaw, “Good girl, now suck.”

Aden grasped my ponytail in his hands
and twisted it tightly around his hand.

“Show me how much you want me.” He said,
as I took his head into my mouth, working my way up and down the length of him.

H
e moved me in front of him and pressed against the back of my head, until my nose was resting against his body. I relaxed my throat, feeling him slide down as he grew harder; I took him fully, and willingly. When the accumulation of spit started to slide down my throat tickling me and triggering my gag reflex, Aden pulled me back by my pony tail just as the first hard gag and cough hit me, making my eyes water and slobber run down my chest.  I heaved air into my lungs.

“
Look at me.” He ordered. I obeyed, “Now, do you know what upsets me?” He asked.

“No, Sir.”
I said.

“It really upsets me that you can’t follow simple instructions. What are your rules?” He asked, grabbing my face, sticking his thumb into my mouth and gripping my lower jaw in his hand.
I held his gaze, magnetized.

“They’re not hard are they?
” He asked.

I shook my head fervently.

“You call me Sir. You ask nicely if you want to come. You remember your safe word. You thank me when I let you come, and you thank me when I do something I like.” He rubbed his thumb along the inside of my lower teeth, “Or if I do something you like.” He smiled wickedly.

“Yes, Sir.
I remember.” I replied around his thumb, still gazing up into his eyes, my head craned all the way back.

“Good.” He said, running his thumb along my gums, under my tongue, and then out of my mouth, to grasp my jaw.

“Stand up.” He dragged me by my face to the sliding glass door, “sit down right there and wait for me.” He instructed.

Assuming my position
, I watched carefully as Aden took ropes from his bag and began fastening them in fisherman’s knots at the feet of the pool table. Knowing full well that I’d be fastened there soon sent my heart into frenzy, seeing the Hitachi, flogger, violet wand, nipple clamps and ball-gag made me ache deep inside. I wanted them all on my skin, I wanted to feel each sensation, I wanted to be taken wholly until I was crumpled on the ground with no strength left to stand. My chest began to heave with my breathing, my heart thrummed in my ears.

Suddenly r
emembering that Christie and Alex were in the same room, I made a quick glance in their direction, Alex was staring intently at what Aden was doing, his brow furrowed, while Christie stared wide eyed at me, a slight flush to her cheeks, chewing on her lip, clenching her fists around the top seam of the sofa cushion. They both looked captivated, it was reassuring to me. As Aden stood, finished with the final knot, I cast my eyes back down to my hands, and waited eagerly for his instruction.

He made his way over to me silently, and took
my jaw in his hand again; he hauled me to my feet almost before I could form the thought to stand. His piercing blue eyes locked with mine, his stubble covered jaw clenching; and I was staring into the cobra’s eyes again, only this time, I knew which side I was charming, and I wanted it, hard.

“What are you thinking
about?” He asked, close to my face.

“About you
, Sir.” I said breathlessly as he moved his lips to my neck, and inhaled.

“What about me?” He asked, gently sucking on my neck
, his hand cupping my breast and squeezing it.

“About how much I love this,
with you, Sir.” He sucked hard on my neck and I gasped.

“T
ell me you love me.” He growled, stepping back from me.

“I love you, Sir.”
I cooed at him.

“Do you?”
He asked, twirling a finger in part of my pony tail that had fallen loose.

“Yes Sir, I love you so much
.”

“Show me.
” He moved his hand down to the base of my throat, stroking my esophagus with his thumb, “Kiss me.”

Sliding his tongue over my lower lip
before placing a small kiss there, he increased pressure on the base of my throat and moved his face an inch back, staring into my eyes. I pressed forward to kiss him, but he wouldn’t budge. Pressing harder, I leaned against his hand until I was able to feel the blood in my face pumping, and finally was close enough to catch his lips hungrily in my teeth. Struggling against his hands, I stuck my tongue out and massaged his with mine, moaning with my desire to reach him. I felt the pressure leave my neck, and it was replaced on my head, his fist twisting into my pony tail, he groaned as he looked deep into my eyes for a second, approval twinkling there and making my stomach flutter.

“Such a good girl.”
He said. I lived to hear those words.

My hair suddenly fell down
around my face as he ripped my hair tie out, savagely tossing it to the floor before urging me away from him again.

“I like your hair down,” he said as h
e wiped his mouth with his thumb. “Get on the floor.”

Taking my ankles in his hands he
began to wrap them with cord, doing the same at my knees, then around my waist, dragging my knees up and binding the two cords together.

“Now, what shall we do first?”
He asked, standing over me.

“Whatever you like Sir.”
I said gazing up at him.

“Whatever I like?”
He snickered.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Really? You sure about that?” He asked condescendingly.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to be my little play thing?” He cooed as he squatted down beside me, stroking the hair at my forehead, making my mouth go dry, at a loss for words all I could do was nod vehemently.

“Say it.” He ordered sweetly
.

“I want to be your little play thing.”

“Say it again.” He said as he stood, he walked to the pool table to pick up the flogger.

“I want to be your little play thing, Sir.”
I said and swallowed hard, waiting in anticipation to feel it’s many fingers caressing my body.

“Again.”
He said as he made a quick side glance down at me.

“I want to be your little play thing Sir.”
I said again.

“
You already said that. You can come up with something else, can’t you? See, I just don’t feel like you mean it.” He said, running his fingers through the flogger and turning to fully face me.

“Do you mean it?” He asked after a moment
, tipping his head to the side.

“Yes, Sir.”
I said.

“Show me.” He flicked the flogger down to his side.

I slowly lifted my arms and grabbed my breasts in my hands squeezing them before trailing them down my front, and slipping them between my bound thighs, “Come play with me, Sir.”

Aden smiled at me.

“Play with me, Sir, please play with your little play thing.” I said sweetly, biting my lower lip and dragging it through my teeth.

Aden dropped
the flogger back on the pool table and came back over to me. He bent down, cradled my waist in the crook of his arm, and flung me over so I was face down, my bottom pointing up. He took my left arm and roughly secured it behind my back to my right, and he began to bind my elbows together with cord.

“If you can’t keep your hands off my things, I’ll have to do it for you.”
He said.

“Yes Sir, thank you
for helping me, Sir.” I smiled, the cool hard wood floor felt wonderful against my flushed cheek.

Aden’s hand was in my hair, lifting my face up off the ground, while his other hand found
my clitoris and began to circle, I groaned in response.

“Already so wet.”
He said close to my ear, grasping his cock and rubbing my wetness all over it before thrusting inside me.

As he began a hard, fast
rhythm I felt myself tightening, heat building deep within me, reaching his hand around my abdomen Aden began to play with my clitoris again while pummeling me and it swiftly sent me into orgasm. Before I could even finish coming Aden ripped himself from me and the flogger was kissing my ass. Once, twice, three times.

“
Did you just come?” He asked, smiling at me.

“No
, Sir.” I said

“No?
Really?” He asked raising his eyebrows at me.

“I didn’t come, Sir.”
I said, challenging him with my eyes.

“Are you being smart with me baby?” He asked, caressing my face.

“Why, I would never do that, Sir.” I said, fluttering my lashes, and holding his gaze.

“Look down.” He
said, chuckling as he softly slid the flogger across my bottom, tickling me, making me ache with anticipation.

“
Do you think I wouldn’t know? Think I can’t tell when you come?” He asked me sweetly.

The stinging bite of the flogger sent tingles all over my body, making goose bumps rise on my arms and legs
, even along my breasts as they heaved with need and longing.

“Answer me.”

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“What are you sorry for?”
He asked.

“For coming.”

“I thought you said you didn’t come?”

“I didn’t. But I started to, Sir.”
I replied.

“You’re supposed to ask before you come aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, I would have but it happened so fast.”

The flogger kissed my left cheek swiftly,
“What?” He asked.

“I would have a
sked, Sir, if you hadn’t-“ The flogger connected again, fuck! It felt so good. My mind began to grow foggy with lust, and desire as I felt endorphins dance through my blood stream, I groaned loudly, and smiled up at him, taunting him.