Honest Cravings (3 page)

Alison moaned and looked away, hoping she was the only thing he could smell. She breathed her relief when he stood back up, draped the robe back around her shoulders and motioned for her to follow him.

Alison made sure the gate in front of the fire was in place then quickly stepped behind him, her head bowed with her hands crossed behind her back. The air in their bedroom chilled her heated skin, causing goose bumps to dance across her arms and legs. Her nipples had already been standing at attention before she had even left the main room of their home, and now they tightened even more.

Once inside, Aaron pulled the door shut behind her, leaving it open just a crack to use some of the outer light so they could see. The night had grown dark and cold since her bath earlier that afternoon, and while she preferred the dark most of the time, Aaron always wanted to admire her curves in the light.

Aaron rested his hands on Alison’s shoulders, then pushed the robe away from her skin until it fell to the floor. Her Dom reached over to grab something from the top of their dresser, then buckled the leather collar around her neck. He pulled on the chain attached to it, wrapping it around his hand until it was strung between them.

“Disrobe me,” he growled, tugging the chain to bring her closer to him.

Alison undid his tie, handing it over to him so he could use it on her later. She worked from top to bottom, unfastening the buttons of his shirt and pants. Without saying a word, Alison removed his shirt and unbuckled the belt around his waist, passing it to him so he could place it with his tie.

Aaron coiled both items around his hand, bunching them with the leash connected to her collar. He pulled down on her lead, groaning when Alison removed his pants along with his boxers. His erection bobbed between them, now free of its confinement. Aaron rested his free hand at the nape of her neck, grabbing her hair.

“Suck me,” he ordered, lowering her head towards him.

Alison placed one hand around his base, steadying herself with the other as she wrapped her mouth around his wide shaft. Aaron sucked in a breath, and she licked at the slit of his head, removing the small bead of pre-cum that waited there.

Following the same motions she’d made so many times before, Alison squeezed one hand around his balls, bobbing her head up and down the length of his cock. She gave special attention to the front of it, pressing her tongue up against it, just the way he liked.

Aaron’s body quivered, and he pulled up on her chain, instructing her to stand. Alison whimpered as she went to take her place in front of him, her scent permeating through the slightly smoky air.

“Peppermint?” Aaron asked cautiously.

Alison swallowed around the lump in her throat. “I put it in my bath,” she lied. “I was feeling a little tired, and thought it might wake me up.”

Aaron moved closer to her, scenting the air. He dived headfirst into her hair and drew in a deep breath.

“It isn’t in your hair,” he noted, continuing to smell her skin.

“I didn’t wash my hair,” Alison assured him, freezing when he got closer to her hips.

Aaron placed a hand between her legs before she could close them, holding her steady with the leash. He let out a cool puff of air as he gently licked at her sweet nectar. She could hear him thinking—considering his next move. Did he know what she’d done? Could he tell just from her taste that she’d come without him, and without his permission?

Alison gasped when she felt him pierce the inside of her folds with his tongue then retract almost immediately. Aaron stood up, his body more tense than before.
He knows.
Aaron let go of her leash and dug his fingers under her collar, leading her to the bed.

“Lie down,” he snapped, in a harder tone than she’d ever heard him use before.

Alison looked back on their first night and the safe word he’d offered to her. He’d punished her for things in the past, but it had always been playful. She hadn’t seen his face this time—he hadn’t let her. Was he angry? Did his eyes have that playful glint she was so used to seeing when he pretended to be mad?

Alison hovered at the foot of the bed beside the chest, uncertain.

“I said lie down!” he said again. He pushed her closer to the mattress.

Alison reminded herself to breathe, just as Aaron had told her so many times before. His reassuring voice was absent tonight, and even though he was her Dom, he’d always been kind, making sure she was comfortable before they could proceed. Not tonight. Tonight, either because of her peppermint scent or a hard day at work, he wasn’t interested in formalities or waiting until she was mentally prepared. Oh, but how badly she wanted him.

Falling onto the bed, she stretched her arms out in front of her, anxiously waiting for him to tether her to the bed. The restraints never came, and the chest remained shut. A long moment passed, and Alison thought her heart might burst, until finally Aaron pulled on her legs, drawing her closer to the edge of the bed. Aaron wedged himself between her legs, which were stretched out behind her as she lay on her stomach.

His breath came out in quick, warm pants against the insides of her thighs. Her body shivered under his intense gaze, and she heard him kneel on the floor, ignoring her leash and collar completely. She could feel the cold strip of leather against her skin from his belt. It was softer than the cane or the paddle, and excited her even more.

He’d never used the buckle on her. He’d never do anything she hadn’t tried with him before unless he checked with her first, and certainly not if she was uncomfortable. And while her mind screamed at her for her foolishness, her body craved his undivided attention, just as it always had.

“Where is it?” he growled from somewhere between her legs.

Alison wasn’t sure exactly what ‘it’ was. “Sir?”

“This new tool of yours, where is it?” He sounded impatient.

Alison ignored the tears pricking at the backs of her eyes. “In the bathroom,” she blurted out, still uncertain as to whether he was referring to the peppermint oil or the tool she’d used inside herself.

Without seeing his face, it was hard to tell how much he knew, and in her hurry to clean up, she’d completely forgotten to return the oil to the kitchen cupboard.

“Stay here,” Aaron ordered. She heard his heavy footsteps wandering into the bathroom, followed by a series of bangs and thuds.

“Behind the mirror,” Alison called, hoping now that it was only the oil he was searching for.

She heard their bathroom cabinet open and close, and soon Aaron was back behind her.

“I take it this is from one of your books?” Aaron asked, unscrewing the lid of the peppermint oil.

He still sounded angry, and Alison did her best to keep her voice level and calm. “Yes, Sir.”

“The one I brought home last night?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Alison was surprised when he didn’t sound angry. Instead, a moan escaped his lips. “I thought you might like that,” Aaron said. “What? You thought I didn’t see what you were going to be reading first?”

Alison nearly jumped for joy. He’d never mentioned reading before, and it amazed her to find out about it now, after years of being his sub. He always took an interest in her babbling about plots and characters, but never once did he say was reading the books as well. In fact, many of the activities they had tried were because of the books she’d read and the discussions they’d had after she’d finished them.

He’d been training her this entire time, without actually training her in person. She knew in order to be a sub one had to be mentally prepared. How ingenious of him to use books to do that for him.

“I can hear your gears working, Ali,” Aaron said with a laugh. “Say something.”

Alison turned her head to look back at him, a sly grin was playing across his face. “You planted them this whole time?” He nodded. “Did you read all of them?”

“Skimmed them, actually.”

“And the peppermint oil?”

“I figured it was time we introduced you to new sensations. The book came after that.”

“So, I’m not being punished?” Alison wanted to take back the words as soon as they passed through her lips.

Aaron cocked his head to one side. “Do I need to punish you for something?”

Alison shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Good.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I guess now that you know the truth, we’re going to have to try something else. Clearly I’ve lost the element of surprise.”

He didn’t say anything after that, and Alison was happy for her luck. Perhaps he did know, after all. Perhaps it was just another game of his. Only now, it didn’t matter.

Though she had closed her eyes, she could still sense Aaron behind her and feel the length of the belt slowly gliding across her back. She inhaled, taking in the scent of his excitement, the peppermint oil and of the fire dying in the other room. The combined scents were intoxicating, and she struggled to focus. They weren’t finished yet.

Alison sucked in a breath when Aaron brushed his cold fingertips against her clit, massaging them with the peppermint oils he’d opened moments before. Alison lifted her buttocks away from the bed, taking on her usual stance—willing and waiting. He slowly pushed his fingers inside her, circling, pinching and expanding her folds.

She moaned against the bed and thrust her hips back against him, rubbing her clit against their bedspread.

Aaron hugged her waist and drew her legs away from the bed. “None of that,” he ordered, his words just as stern as before.

Whatever voice he’d been using earlier when they’d spoken of the peppermint oils, it was long gone now. As her juices dripped down her thigh, Aaron took the belt and slid it between her legs, using the hard band, rubbing it back and forth against her clit. Alison bit at the inside of her cheek as the peppermint oils went to work.

They felt more intense than before, and at first she worried he hadn’t mixed them with a lubricant. But then, if her using the peppermint oils had been his intent, he knew how to use them properly. She decided not to remind him.

Aaron removed the belt from between her legs and slapped it against one of her shoulders. Alison jumped away from the bed, taking a deep breath as she relaxed. The belt came down again, harder than before, the strong leather biting into her delicate skin as she closed her eyes.

Her mind fell into subspace, to a place he’d trained her to visit what felt like aeons ago. The bite of pain was temporary, soon replaced with intense pleasure. That pleasure added to her heightened sensations because of the peppermint oil, and Alison could barely hold herself back.

“Don’t come,” Aaron growled, his voice nearly pushing her the rest of the way. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Alison dug her hands into the mattress, bunching the bedspread in her fists. She went to hold her breath, exhaling instead, knowing that by holding her breath she’d only push herself closer to orgasm. She’d started to talk herself back down to a reasonable level when Aaron thrust two fingers inside her, their quick movement igniting the oils more than before.

She gasped for breath, surprised to find the scream inside the room was her own. Her vocalisation was all it took. Aaron was on top of her in an instant, fumbling with the foil around the condom. Alison readied herself as she heard him put the condom on, and she almost sobbed as she tried to hold back when Aaron took her hips in his hands.

“Don’t come,” Aaron said again, his voice so strangled she barely heard him.

Alison whimpered to him, and as she straightened her spine the first tremors shot through her
body
. She caught herself before she could cry out as Aaron pressed his shaft against her pussy, gently pressing against it instead of thrusting inside the way she was used to. He was training her. He’d never made her wait to come this long, and she could only look back on how she’d gone without his permission earlier in the day.
He’s not going to let me finish,
Alison decided, frustrated with his actions and her carelessness. And he had every reason to deny her that right—but would he?

Aaron thrust his cock into her bit by bit, and he groaned when Alison tightened her pussy around him. He increased his pace, bucking his hips against her, digging his fingertips into her sides. The pain was tolerable at best and still she held back. As she held her legs close together, her clit pleaded for release—one he wasn’t going to give her.
Be a good sub,
Alison scolded herself, but the closer Aaron got to climax, the harder it became for her to repeat the words.

Aaron shuddered behind her, his panting growing even louder as he spilled into her, crumpling on top of her from a release she couldn’t share.

Then, much to her delight, he pulled out and directed her to the centre of the bed. Alison lay on her back, shaking from the effort of successfully holding her orgasm at bay.

“Good girl,” came Aaron’s voice. “Soon now. Not yet.”

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and positioned her buttocks at the foot of the bed. With her knees bent somewhere above him, Aaron lowered his head, biting down on her clit before letting his tongue lap at the juices inside her pussy. Alison thrust her hips up from the bed.

“Come for me,” Aaron panted, his lips still hugging around her clit. “Come for me, my pet. Let it all go.”

Alison swallowed her cries of pleasure as her body exploded and the rest of the world fell away—lost to her sexual bliss. Aaron held his hands against the backs of her legs, holding her in place as he licked at her now peppermint-flavoured pussy, his moans of approval pushing her to a second climax—something that had never happened before.

Alison screamed, biting at one of his fingers as he playfully set a hand on her lips.

Looking almost as sated as she felt, he crawled onto the bed beside her, kissing her with lips that were now flavoured with peppermint.

“Good girl,” Aaron said, smoothing her hair back with one of his hands. “Rest now. Tomorrow everything will change, and I need you to be ready.”

Chapter Three