I’m going to need Aiden to spank me. I need to get out of my head. There’s no better way to do that than letting your daddy take complete control for the night.
The door clicks, and Aiden steps behind me, his smile reflecting in the mirror as he grabs my waist and kisses the top of my head. I thoroughly enjoy how much taller he is than me. It makes me feel safe and cherished when he looks down at me like he is now. He looks so damn good, I’m about to cancel and tell him we should just stay home and play.
I love when Aiden is casual at a baseball game, and his business casual clothes at work, but Aiden Carlson in a suit is just a complete panty dropper. He looks like a boss, which he is, but in all aspects, his expensive pressed suit demands compliance, and I plan on giving it to him.
“You ready to go?” he asks, placing another kiss to the top of my head before I nod. His brows furrow, and his fingers stroke down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Everything okay?”
I spin around and grab his lapels. He immediately leans down to give me the kiss I need. “Everything is perfect.”
“You look beautiful, baby.” I smile at him and flatten his lapels back down and take some extra time to feel the expanse of his chest. Aiden isn’t ripped, but his body is solid. He takes care of himself, and it shows. I love everything about his body, and I think that I need to tell him that more.
“Thank you for the dress. You look pretty damn good yourself.”
“I’m starting to debate how bad I want to play in this game,” he says as his hand travels south to squeeze my ass. I can’t decide what would be better, being a needy, wet, begging mess sitting on his lap in front of others, or getting my gratification right away.
I chew on my lip while I contemplate. “I think I’d like to watch you play poker, maybe you can explain it to me.”
He nods his head, letting go of my ass as we head to his garage to leave for the night. When we pull out of his house, I feel a moment of unease. I look around and don’t see anything on the sidewalk or outside of his house. I chalk it up to nerves, and when Aiden squeezes my thigh, his watch chilling my skin, the feeling goes away immediately.
* * *
I know I’ve made the right choice as I sit on Aiden’s lap—the soft material of his pants pressed against my thighs is nearly as comforting as his hand possessively gripping my hip. I already knew that I liked being shown off this way by a partner, but with Aiden it feels more reverent. I feel completely cherished. Maybe it makes me a show-off or someone who needs validation from others, but the way Aiden only pays attention to me and his cards means I don’t give a fuck.
Everyone at this table has no doubts who Aiden is with and that no one can have either of us. I guess that’s truly a new facet of myself that I’ve learned. I like others being jealous of what I have.
Aiden is the most attractive man here. I’m sure someone will say that it’s subjective, but they would be wrong. He’s the most handsome, confident, and sexy man at Avalon tonight, and I like that everyone here knows that he doesn’t share and has no other interest beyond me.
Maybe I’m a bigger princess than I realized.Oh fucking well.
I shift on Aiden’s lap, begging for a little more attention, and he immediately gives it to me by placing a chaste kiss against my collarbone. He only has one hand since his other needs to be free to play the game, but the other one roams my body. Squeezing my hip, rolling my dress up slightly higher, and rubbing my back.
Leo is at our table, but his wife isn’t on his lap, or anywhere to be seen, which I find extremely odd. But I know the rules, and I’d much prefer good girl spanks over punishment ones tonight. The difference between the two is usually when I get to come, and well, waiting around at this damn poker table is about as much waiting as I can take. There are four other men at the table, two of which have beautiful women on their laps.
If we were comparing though, none of them seems as genuinely attentive as Aiden, but that’s none of my business. I’m not sure when I became such a possessive bitch, but having a man like Aiden will do that to you. I rub the back of his neck and toy with his hair as he plays.
“What do you say we make this more interesting?” Leo says, and I have to actively force myself to not look at him. The man gives off weird vibes. I’m not sure if he has an attraction toward Aiden or me, but I don’t like it.
“Like you have anything we want?” one of the older men says—he must be nearly sixty, but in decent shape. The woman on his lap is easily my age. She looks happy enough to be here, so as long as she’s getting what she wants out of this arrangement, I’m happy for her.
“Times getting a little rough?” Aiden says to Leo, and I have to turn my face to hide my smirk. Aiden grips my ass like a man marking what’s his, and I squirm a little bit as Leo responds.
“You used to be so fun, Aiden.” Aiden’s hand grips me harder, and he puts his cards down to glare at the man across the table from me.
“What is this about, Leo? Are you upset that your wife isn’t coming anymore because I’m not the one fucking her, or is there something else?”
I don’t like Aiden talking about his previous arrangement with this couple, and he must sense it as he doubles down on his statement.
“I just don’t understand why our arrangement had to change. I could have done the same for you with your little girl,” Leo says, holding a hand in my direction. I swallow thickly at the term he just used, and my heart is racing in my chest. I didn’t think it would hit me this hard, being called that. But I hate it. I feel sick and part of me just wants to run away.
I can hear Sean calling me that in a demeaning way. He always called me that as a way to put me down a peg, and even though I hated it, I never said anything. I doubt he would have stopped if I told him anyway. It was more for complete control and ownership to him, not a dominant affectionate relationship.
All my excitement from earlier feels squashed. I just want to go home and sleep. How can two little words make so much insecurity bubble up inside of me? Aiden must sense this written on my face as he glares over at Leo, wrapping both his arms around me in a protective hold.
“Part of being at this club is respecting boundaries. I placed one. I’m only with Jessa from here on out. So stop being a little bitch and find someone else to cuck your ass.”
There’s a noticeable silence filled with shocked glances toward Aiden and me. The comeback came so quickly for Aiden, and I can’t help but be attracted to him even more.
“I don’t even see what the fuss is about,” Leo says, waving his hand at me again. I swallow.
