“How can you prove it?”
Aiden leans back and slides a wad of cash over to me.
“Try again,” he says. “I’ll give you three days head start. Double back on your tracks, go anywhere you like. Stay in the best hotels, and take private planes. We will find you.”
“You’re letting me go?”
“No,” he says. “I will never let you go. I am demonstrating a fact that you need to understand. There is nowhere on this world that you do not belong to us, or where we will not find you. Now, come with me.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s something else I want to remind you of,” he says, taking me by the hand. He leads me to a cabin overlooking the bay. It’s simple, really. New Zealand accommodation has a minimalist bent almost by design.
It doesn’t matter. It’s private, and that’s all Aiden needs.
I have a pocket full of cash, but in short order, those pants are on the floor. He strips me to my underwear, then slides that off too. He remains in his suit, the casual brown of it looking timeless, just like him. There’s something timelessly elegant about this man.
He sits down on the bed and beckons me. I feel a little flush of excitement in my lower belly. I hesitate in my vulnerable naked state.
“I don’t want to be in trouble,” I say.
“You’re not in trouble,” he says. I believe him.
I go to him and I let him take me over his knee. He doesn’t make me admit it, but I have missed this. There’s a comfort and security in this position. It feels like being taken care of. Aiden’s big hands roam over my back, thighs, and cheeks.
Then he smacks my ass, hard. Once. The sting blushes across my cheeks and I let out a little moan of memory. He is an absolute master of discipline. He knows how to hit just hard enough to get the response he needs. He could hurt me easily if he wanted to.He could take out the frustration and expense of coming all the way here on my ass. He could lecture me for being a bad girl who doesn’t do as she’s told. But he doesn’t.
“Remember what this feels like,” he says. “Because when you’re home again, this is how every day is going to feel. You’re going to be kept in line, you’re going to be disciplined. And you’re going to be fucked.”
He slides his fingers inside my pussy, two entering me in one slow stroke. I am already wet. I think I was wet the moment I saw him and realized how easily he had hunted me down.
He alternately spanks and fingers me until I am grinding his thigh, practically begging for his cock. The feeling of the rich material of his suit against my bare skin adds another layer to the sensations. Aiden knows how to erotically demonstrate his power.
When I am almost certain I can’t take it any longer, he slides me off his lap and onto the bed. He stands up over me, giving me new orders.
“Lie down on your back, lift your knees to your chest, then spread them and hold them open with your hands,” he says. “I want to see all of your core.”
I am already on my back, but I hesitate to do as he says. It’s such a brazen display, and I am not a brazen woman. I still retain some shyness, especially when it comes to this man and his perpetual emotional self-control.
Aiden is patient with me. He puts his hands on my shins and pushes my legs up and out until I am in the incredibly lewd position he wants me in. My pussy is entirely exposed, and everything else besides.
“Hold your legs,” he says.
He slides two fingers back inside me as I do as he tells me, and his thumb rubs light circles around my clit. He is re-stoking the fire, driving me back to that crazed verge of lust.
“What do you want right now?”
“I want…” I blush, because I know he wants me to say what I want, and what I want is filthy. “Would you please fuck me?”
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of me, and giving my clit a few light pats. My back arches and I lift my hips up to his hand. I want this so badly. I need him inside me. It has been only a week since I ran; he found me quickly, but my desire for sex is intense.
He slides his fly down and frees his thick cock. He is a very well-endowed man, and his cock is at full mast. He slides the length of his shaft along my slit back and forth a few times, tenderly teasing my pussy. He bumps the head of his cock against my clit, then slides it down and almost pushes it inside me, but doesn’t.
“Keep holding yourself open,” he says. “I want to keep playing with you. You are so pretty when you’re desperate to be bred.”
“Bred?” I squeak. I am pretending not to know what they intend to do with me, even though they’ve told me so many times, and even though I am almost certain I am already pregnant. There’s just not the time to really deal with that or think about it, so I don’t.
“That’s right. You’re going to have your pussy fucked, and bred. You’ll have my cum inside you next time you run.”
