I’d really rather that my best friend wasn’t aware of the butt plug in my ass right now, or that I’m wearing it all day to prepare myself to get fucked in the ass by her incredibly hot cousin. I just give her a little shrug and go about my business.
“The office sucks without you there, and since Aiden has been working from home, it’s even more out of control.”
“What’s going on?” I ask as we walk through the store so I can check out.
“Tabitha and Zach broke up, so there’s been plenty of drama there. I’m sure you expected him to act like a little bitch when you brought up selling your shares to Aiden, so he’s just been in a continuous shitty mood.”
I shrug my shoulders. Zach isn’t my problem. “All he needs to do is not be an asshole.”
“Oh, I agree. His spiral has at least been entertaining. It’s probably best that Aiden has been working from home, in all honesty. I think he might have beaten his ass by now.”
I grimace and think about Aiden’s hand and how much he plays down how it hurts sometimes, and I feel guilty. “I don’t want that either.”
“If someone is a big enough asshole to piss Aiden off, then they deserve it,” Penny says and I can’t help but agree with her logic. Aiden, for the most part, is very calm and logical, but when someone gets under his skin enough and he loses it, it’s honestly their own fault for getting him to that point.
“What are you guys doing for Halloween?” she asks, and when my cheeks heat, she grins at me wickedly.
“Avalon,” I say quietly.
“Maybe I’ll have to just show up one night and see what you two little freaks get up to.”
“Gross, Penny.”
“What? You want a bunch of strangers to watch you fuck, but me being one of those people is weird?”
“I don’t need my best friend to see me bent over her cousin’s knee, getting spanked.”
She snaps her fingers. “I should have guessed you were into being spanked. It makes almost too much sense.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be at Avalon any time soon and neither should Lincoln. If you see him there, you’ll let me know.” She arches a brow at me.
“Scouts honor.” I hold up my fingers, and she gives me an unimpressed look.
“And you haven’t said anything to Aiden?”
I shake my head and she lets out a relieved breath. “Whenever you’re ready for him to know, he’ll know. Honestly, no offense to you or your family, but you two aren’t as incognito as you think you are.”
She shrugs her shoulders, and I check out. We head to lunch, and it’s so nice to feel like me again. I’m not looking over my shoulder or feel like I’m being watched. I’ve had to train my brain to realize what happened to me was a specific person, and that person is currently locked up and should be for a very long time. I still don’t like to think about going to his trial, but I do my best to not think about it. I’m not going to let Sean stop me from living. No one gets to steal this happiness from me.
* * *
I had to dig into the depths of Aiden’s side of the closet, but I find what I’m looking for. With my knee high socks, Aiden’s old Rays jersey, and my hair in a perky ponytail, I sit on the bed and wait for him to get home.
I’m filled with excitement and nerves, but I know without a doubt that Aiden will make this good for me. I’ve never felt more cared for than I do with Aiden, not even by people who were biologically programmed to love me unconditionally. He provides everything that I could want from a partner, and I want to make sure that I care for him too. I think I do a good job of letting him know he’s needed and giving him the control he needs. Acts of service are his love language, and I make sure to show him I love him every day.
So, if fucking my ass is what he wants, I’ll give it a try. I can’t deny that I’ve enjoyed the butt plug, more than I imagined. However, Aiden’s cock is a lot bigger than the plug, and I’m still a little nervous.
“Jessa?” I hear him say my name loudly as he walks up the stairs and through the threshold of our bedroom. When he sees me, the sexiest smirk takes over his face, and he braces himself on the door frame. “Fuck, baby,” he says, taking me in. I’m feeling confident and sexy in a way I never thought a baseball jersey could make me feel. “Let me see that name on the back,” he says.
I turn around and shift my ponytail so he can see his name. But that’s not enough. I bend over the bed, exposing my ass so he can see the glittery end of the butt plug.
“Look at that pretty little asshole,” he says, and I hear his dress shoes against the hardwood as one of his hands glides along the curve of my ass. He tugs gently on the plug, not pulling it out, just teasing the tight hole, making me moan. “Are you getting yourself ready to take me, kitten?”
“Yes, I want to make you feel good.”
His hands are just on my ass, gently touching the flesh, and I have to turn around to look at his face. It’s like he’s hypnotized by my ass, and it makes me feel powerful and sexy.
