Honest Cravings (2 page)

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Aaron asked, his eyes not nearly as fierce in the bedroom as she’d expected.

Alison cocked an eyebrow. “A Dom concerned about his sub?” It was unheard of! In all the books she’d read, the Doms acted like feral animals.

“Don’t you worry, my pet, I can be rough when I want to be. However, you are new to this, and I’ve only given you a taste of what I will become. So, I ask again, are you sure this is what you want?”

Alison curled her toes as butterfly wings brushed against the insides of her stomach. She averted her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “Yes, Sir.”

Without another word, Aaron led her over to the bed and hoisted her onto the bedspread, her head nearly touching the headboard. He worked quickly, straddling her legs while he wrapped the cuffs around her hands.

They were leather, she noticed, but instead of snaps, belt buckles or Velcro like she’d read about in her books, Aaron fastened her cuffs with a strong form of twine. The chains above her head clanged together whenever she tried to move, causing her to tremble anxiously.

Alison’s gaze hovered over his pants. She was disappointed to find them still fastened, but also curious as to what was waiting for her once they had been removed. She whimpered, making sure to keep her eyes away from Aaron’s face. If she fell into his eyes, she’d become more than his sub, and that wasn’t acceptable—especially not on the first date.

Alison twisted her head from one side to the other when Aaron pulled away, the mattress decompressing beneath her. She craned her neck when she heard something jingling, followed by a click. Aaron dug through a chest of mysteries and placed a handful of items at the foot of the bed where she couldn’t see them.

Her eyes went wide when she felt him crawling back up beside her, and now she did look at his face.

“We’ll take it slow,” Aaron assured her, “and when I feel you are ready, we will take things a little further. Do you have a safe word?”

Alison canted her head to one side. “Sir?”

“Not all Doms are as terrible as you might think. A good Dom takes care of his subs. I make sure my subs are comfortable at all times. Because of this, I need you to pick a safe word.”

Alison shook her head. If she was going to be his sub, she wanted to do the best she could. She wouldn’t let herself get distracted with a word she could blurt out whenever she wanted. If she let her mind take over for even a second, her first night as a sub would be over before it began.

“No?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Well, even if you feel comfortable without one, I don’t. With that in mind, use ‘red’ if you feel uneasy or need me to stop.”

Aaron gave her an admiring glance, tracing the curves of her breasts, her hips, and finally, the insides of her thighs with his hands. Still fully clothed, Alison quivered under his touch, which she so desperately wanted to feel on her bare skin. As if he could read her mind, Aaron leaned over her, unfastening her jeans before removing them.

He said something under his breath as he left a trail of kisses from her navel to the buttons on her blouse. Aaron unfastened them one by one, smiling each time her body jumped, as if delighting in her open desires.

Alison clenched her teeth and swallowed her words. Her body begged to be taken, to feel him inside her, but he took it slow. The longer he made her wait, the more sexually frustrated she became. If she hadn’t been cuffed to the headboard of his bed, she probably would’ve walked out or taken over herself, but to what end?

Struggling to silence her thoughts, Alison arched her back, brushing her hip against the side of his body.

Aaron narrowed his eyes in her direction, and he pressed her against the bed. “Lie still, sub.”

Alison did as she was told and was soon rewarded as Aaron removed his clothing. The dim light in his room outlined his form perfectly. Her gaze feasted on him, her body craving him even more when her attention fell to his hardened cock.

“Please,” Alison begged, thrusting her hips towards him.

Aaron smiled in her direction, working the clasp on the front of her bra until her breasts were free of the lace fabric. A groan escaped his lips, and he hugged his thighs around her hips, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples. Alison convulsed as he bit down. He gave each of her breasts equal attention until they were throbbing with need and her underwear was so wet she couldn’t believe it hadn’t washed away.

Aaron slowly slid down her body, holding her legs down as he straddled her shins, his hot breath hitting her clit. Resting a hand beneath her, he used his free hand to pull her panties away from her warm folds, pushing them down around her ankles before dropping them to the floor.

Unclothed, Alison lifted her head to look down at him, anxious and disappointed all at once when he didn’t look back. His eyes were fixed on her form, and she didn’t doubt he was admiring more than just her breasts. Alison sucked in a breath and almost cried tears of joy when he finally touched her, gently parting her pussy lips with his fingers.

Alison bucked her hips and sucked in a breath, completely lost in the moment as Aaron’s tongue circled her clit.

“You are very wet,” came Aaron’s voice. A growl erupted from him moments later.

Alison clenched her fists as he
bit down
. Her clit ached, begging for more. When he was sure he hadn’t hurt her, Aaron increased the pressure, repeating the gesture a second time, briefly, but harder than before. Alison sucked on her lip to keep from crying out. He was testing her, she was sure of it, and it was a test she couldn’t afford to fail.

“Roll over,” Aaron demanded, his voice sounding even more masculine than before.

Alison inspected the chain that linked her cuffs to the headboard.

“It will rotate with you,” Aaron assured her.

Alison did as he had asked, rolling onto her stomach. Now she wished he had removed her bra before they had lain down. The fabric settled on her back, and she did her best to ignore it. With her face buried in one of his pillows, it was hard to tell where he was or what he was planning to do next. Her stomach tightened with anxiety when she felt Aaron’s hands again.

He’d slid off the bed, but was gently cupping her ass as he reached for something else.

“I need you to breathe,” Aaron said. “Can you do that for me?”

Alison nodded into the pillows.

“Don’t ever forget to breathe.”

Alison sucked in a breath, and exhaled to show she was still breathing. Aaron took his hand away, which was followed by a very quick slap against the backs of her legs. Alison’s body jumped from what she assumed was the bite of the cane, and she stifled a cry. She’d wanted this. She couldn’t back out now and was glad she hadn’t decided on a safe word, even if Aaron had given her one anyway.

Smack!

The cane hit three more times. Alison wiped her face on the pillow, chasing away the tears that had suddenly begun to fall.

Aaron wrapped his arms around her middle, and he hoisted her onto her knees. He cupped her breasts, digging his fingertips into her nipples, pulling them until they were taut. He bit down on the nape of her neck, and Alison shivered.

“Soon, my pet,” Aaron murmured, his hot breath causing her to shudder even more.

Aaron squeezed one of her nipples as he plunged a finger into her depths. He kissed her back, moving both hands at the same time, pulling on the hard bud whenever he removed his finger. Feeling as if she might explode into his hand, Alison closed her legs.
Not yet
, she scolded herself. If she knew anything, it was to never come without a Dom’s permission. She was in his domain now.

“Good girl,” Aaron said, pulling away from her for only a moment. “Open your legs for me.”

Alison did as he had asked, focusing even more when something clicked behind her. Aaron brushed his fingertips against her anus, the cool lube startling her as he pushed a finger inside. He soon added a second, then a third.

Holding his free arm around her waist so she wouldn’t move, Aaron scissored his fingers, expanding her depths as her body screamed with need. Her hips instinctively pressed back, and he held her in place.

“Take a deep breath,” Aaron instructed, removing his fingers.

Alison breathed as deeply as she could, shivering when something larger than a finger but smaller than his cock entered her ass. Aaron leaned over to one side of the bed, and Alison released a breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding when the sound of foil tearing reached her ears.

Aaron groaned, possibly because of the condom as he rolled it on, before opening her legs even more. His hands clutched her hips, and in one swift movement, he thrust past her pussy lips. Alison’s mind reeled out of control as the room began to spin, the extra pressure from the butt plug Aaron had expertly placed inside her moments earlier causing her body to tighten around him even more.

Alison moaned, pulling against the chain that restrained her right hand, wanting nothing more than to please herself as Aaron took her to worlds unknown. As if he knew what she needed, Aaron snaked one of his hands in front of her, moving his fingertips in a circular motion around her clit.

Her body spasmed, and she held back.

Aaron increased his pace, applying even more pressure around her clit. “Come for me,” he growled against her back. “Come for me, now!”

Alison let herself go, and as she rode out her orgasm, Aaron’s body quivered above her.

Once they’d finished, Aaron released her and placed the chain, along with the cuffs and his other tools, back inside the chest.

He picked the plug up off the floor. “We’ll need to wash this later,” he explained, and set it in the bathroom.

When she gave him a questioning glance, Aaron smiled.

“You never know who will drop by,” he said, returning to the bedroom to lock the chest before she could look inside. “Come with me. Let’s get some salve on those pretty little legs of yours.”

* * * *

Now, lying on his bed with the chains and cuffs missing from the headboard, Alison smiled at the memory. She was fully his and could never belong to anyone else.

Her chest constricted at that. Why had she gone against his training? She knew better than to come without him. For starters, it could never feel half as good as when he was paddling her ass, and that wasn’t even the half of it.
What if he finds out?
Surely he’d accept that it was an accident.
It was an accident, wasn’t it? No.
She shook her head at that. She had more self-control than that. She could easily bring herself to the edge of climax, never going over the other side.

Alison turned her head to the side and noted the position of the sunlight streaming through one of their bedroom windows, a block of yellow light dancing on the wall farthest from her. Aaron would be home soon, and she knew he’d want to ride her as soon as he got through the door.

She rolled over onto her side, shuddering at the cool bedspread beneath her naked skin. She closed her eyes and her mind went back to the night before, to when he had tenderly stroked her ass with his fingertips, leaving a trail of kisses down her spine.

Chapter Two

Alison was sitting in front of the fire when Aaron walked through the door, keeping her back turned to him and her head hung low. His heavy footsteps alerted her to his long day in the office, along with the disappointments that usually went along with it. Wearing only a bathrobe, Alison clasped her hands in her lap, shivering when he removed his shoes just inside the door.

More than three hours since her test with the peppermint oils, Alison could still remember the way they had felt, and her pussy tightened at the thought of them. Maybe if she told him what had happened, he’d be willing to try them with her tonight. But no, if she told him what had really happened, all that would follow would be his displeasure and possibly some caning without him allowing her to come.

Much like her craving for his approval, her body craved release—the kind only he could give. What she’d done earlier in the day could never compare to his expertise in giving her pain as well as pleasure.

Aaron’s footsteps stopped at her side, and he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “Have you been good, my pet?”

Alison bobbed her head, resisting the urge to jump him at the sound of the husky voice he always seemed to use when he was in the mood. Aaron reached down into her robe, gently caressing her breasts before pinching her nipples so hard Alison had to bite back a cry of surprise. Crossing her legs, she whimpered and leaned into him.

Removing his suit jacket, Aaron crouched in front of her, the orange glow of firelight framing his face in such a way that she had to avoid looking into his eyes. He got to work on the tie wrapped around the waist of her robe, opening it up completely.

Alison moved restlessly on her chair as Aaron let the robe fall away from her arms. Leaning over, he took a handful of her hair in his hands and cocked her head back, kissing her deeply as he explored her exposed body. Alison kissed him back, searching out his tongue with her own. He always got hot and bothered when she kissed him back, and she hoped it would be enough for him to ignore her rigid posture and the minty scent that kept seeping from between her legs.

Aaron let her go and sucked in a breath of air, cupping her breasts in his hands. “I smell you,” he growled, his teeth flashing in the light.