“You’re the expert.” I licked my lips and ran my fingers down his chest. “What do you suggest we use next?”
“Uhm,” he grinned at me and looked around the room, “about that …” His voice trailed off, and he groaned as I grabbed his hardness.
“About what?” I said, distracted by the fact that he seemed to be growing even harder in my hand.
“Nothing,” he said and grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the bed. “Put this on.” He grabbed a black latex jacket, with two big holes where my breasts would be.
“This looks like a straitjacket.” I frowned as I saw the arms tied together.
“Yes it does. Put it on.” He watched me putting it on and stared at my naked breasts. “Why does this look even sexier than when you were naked?”
“I don’t want to wear this.” I pouted. “I want to be able to touch you.”
“It’s not about what you want. Not right now.” He leaned forward and pinched my nipples.
“You love taking charge, don’t you?”
“Of you, yes.” He nodded and then grabbed me. “Bend over,” he growled as he pushed me forward onto the bed, my ass tilted up as he came in behind me. “I like to know that you’re alwaysup for whatever I want,” he muttered as he pushed himself into me. “Oh, yes!” he groaned as he moved in and out of me and held onto my hips. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me quickly, and it felt so weird not being able to move my hands or arms. My breasts brushed against the sheet, and I knew when he was about to come because he paused right before his body shuddered against mine. He then pulled out of me, pushed me down onto the bed and kissed me.
“Oh, Alice.” He stroked my face as he panted. “That was fucking fantastic.”
“I’m glad I pleased you, Sir.” I smiled up at him. “So what shall we do next?”
“Let’s talk,” he said and kissed me on the lips. “I think we need to talk.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Can you take this jacket off me first?”
“Of course,” he said with a smile and undid the straps and I pulled the jacket off quickly. “So I need to tell you something.”
“Is it about you and Elizabeth?” I asked softly, my heart thudding.
“Yes.” He nodded and looked nervous.
“What is it, Aiden?” I pulled away from him slightly, scared about what he was going to tell me.
“It’s about Elizabeth and me and how we met,” he said with a groan and then looked around the room and sighed.
“Are you guys dating? Is she your girlfriend?” I blurted out.
“No, she’s not my girlfriend.” He grabbed my hands. “This is hard for me, Alice.” He groaned and shook his head. “Why is this so hard?”
“Just tell me, Aiden.” I stared into his eyes and I could see that he looked worried. “Are you guys in a Dominant and submissive relationship?” I asked him finally, unable to stand the silence any longer. “Just tell me, Aiden. Are you her Dom?”
He shook his head and then took a deep breath before speaking. “It’s worse than that, Alice, it’s much worse than that.”
WHO’S YOUR DOM?
My phone rang then because you know how life goes, you always get interrupted during the most crucial conversations. And because I’m me and totally stupid, I jumped off of the bed and answered the phone.
“Hello?” I said with a hesitant voice because I didn’t recognize the number.
“Alice, it’s Henry,” said a smooth voice.
“Hey, Henry,” I said and got back onto the bed with a smile on my face. Aiden lay there staring at me with narrowed eyes and a frown. “Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can.” He laughed and then cleared his throat. “I was hoping we could grab a coffee this weekend?”
“You want to grab a coffee with me?” I asked in shock, my voice rising slightly.
