The Assistant (12 page)

“You’re not a very good Dom, Aiden.  One
little bruise and you’re flipping out,” I teased lightly.

He shook his head.  “One – a good Dom would
never lose control and bruise their sub like this and two – I’m not a Dom.”

“Of course you’re not.”  I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not,” he insisted.

“So you’re telling me you’d let me tie you
to the bedposts and ride you like a pony if I wanted?”

“Yes.”

I blinked in surprise.  “Put a collar and
cuffs on you?  Poor hot wax on your chest?  Spank you?”

I had run out of things that, admittedly,
my limited knowledge of BDSM could come up with and I raised my eyebrows
expectantly at him.

“Yes, no, and yes.”

“No hot wax, huh?  Chicken,” I scoffed.

He laughed and placed another gentle kiss
on my shoulder.  “I don’t like to hurt and I don’t like to be hurt.”

“Spanking hurts.”

“In a good way.”

“Have you been spanked before?”

“No.  I’m usually the spanker.”

“Surprise, surprise,” I replied.  “Why did
you say yes to it then?”

“Because all that’s important to me is
making you feel good, Lina.  If tying me up or spanking me turns you on, I’ll
do it.”

I stared silently at him.  Truthfully, I
had no idea what to say to that.  The idea that a man would be willing to do
whatever in bed just to make me happy had never occurred to me.  It had always
been about what Kent wanted and I didn’t know what to do with this new
information.

He kissed me softly on the mouth.  “I’ll do
all of those things, Lina, but I have a feeling that what you really want is
for me to do all of those things to you.”

A sweet pang of lust swept through my
body.  Aiden was right, I did want those things, and I gave him a weak smile. 
“It’s kind of difficult to do all of that in just a few days.”

He nodded.  “Yes, I suppose you’re right. 
We do have a limited window, so why exactly are we still talking and not
fucking?”

“You tell me,” I whispered before kissing
him.

He groaned and returned my kiss before
kneading lightly at my breast.  His fingers pulled firmly at my nipple and I
arched my back and put my arms around his broad shoulders, tugging him closer.

“Lie back, Lina,” he whispered.

I relaxed on the mattress as he grasped the
waistband of my flannel pajama bottoms.  “Hips up.”

I lifted and he tugged the bottoms and my
panties down my legs and off my feet.  He touched the thick socks I wore and
smiled at me.  “Feet still cold?”

I nodded and then moaned loudly when he
lifted my leg and traced the back of my calf with his warm tongue.  He kissed
my shin and my knee before pressing another one against the top of my thigh. 
He tried to push my legs apart, frowning when I resisted.

“Open your legs, princess.”

“Aiden, I’m not really comfortable with
what you’re about to do.”

“What am I about to do?”

I flushed and waved my hand vaguely in the
direction of my crotch.  “You know.”

“Say it,” he said.

My flush deepened and I looked away from
his steady gaze.  “Um, taste me?”

“Such a polite little princess,” he said in
amusement.  “I really need to change that.”

He pressed his large body between my lower
legs and I clenched my knees together.  “Aiden, I haven’t showered since this
morning.”

“So?”  He traced circles around my tightly
closed knees before licking the top of my thigh again.

I stared at him in frustration.  Why was he
being deliberately obtuse?  “So, I need to um, freshen up, first.”

“Why?”  He tasted the freckle he found on
the outside of my knee.

“Just let me have a quick shower,” I
begged.  “Five minutes, that’s all I need.”

“I don’t want to taste soap, Lina.  I want
to taste you,” he replied.

I stared uncertainly at him.  Kent hadn’t
gone down on me very often but each time he had insisted I shower first.  Even
then, there was always a mild look of distaste on his face both before and
after.  After a while, the five minutes he would spend down there hadn’t seemed
worth the worry and embarrassment that I smelled or tasted strange and I had
stopped requesting it.

“Aiden, I – “

“I can smell you,” he said suddenly.  “Even
with your legs so tightly closed, I can smell your sweet pussy and it,” he
dipped his head and inhaled deeply, “smells delicious.”

“Oh my God,” I groaned.  My embarrassment
had skyrocketed as soon as he said he could smell me and I tried to wiggle free
of Aiden’s tight grip.

“Please,” I begged again.  “Let me shower
first.  Please, Aiden.”

He refused to release me and stared
thoughtfully at me.  “Did your ex-boyfriend,” he paused before continuing dryly,
“taste you, Lina?”

“Of course,” I said nervously.  No way, no
how, was I telling Aiden I practically had to beg Kent for it.  “Of course he
did.”

“How often?”

“I – what?”  I stalled for time.

“How often did he
taste
you?”  Aiden
asked.

“Oh, uh, all the time,” I lied.

“Kitten,” he said warningly, “you know I’ll
spank you for lying to me.”

A little tremor of lust went through me and
my goddamn knees actually loosened a little at the thought.  It didn’t go
unnoticed by Aiden and he grinned and slipped his fingers between my knees.  I
immediately clamped them shut again, trapping his hand, and he pressed his
other arm across my tummy, preventing me from sitting up.

“How often,” he asked again.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling.  “Not
that often.”

“Once or twice a week?”  He asked.

I didn’t reply and he pulled his hand free
from between my knees and traced his fingers up and down my outer thigh.  “Once
or twice a month?”

When I remained silent, he squeezed my hip
warningly.  “Answer me, Lina.”

“Once every few months,” I snapped.  I was
suddenly angry with Aiden for forcing me to reveal something so personal, so
damn shameful, and I glared at him.  “And even then, I had to beg him to do
it.  And he absolutely refused unless I showered first because I guess I smell
or – or taste bad.  There, are you happy, Aiden?  Did you get the information
you wanted?”

I was completely unprepared for the look of
pity that crossed Aiden’s face.  No, I decided, not pity but sadness, maybe, with
just a trace of anger? 

“What – what’s wrong?”  I reached down and
touched his dark hair.  “Aiden, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I hate what that asshole has done
to you,” he said simply.

“He hasn’t done anything to me,” I said.

“He has,” he sighed and that strange look
of fleeting sadness crossed his face again.  “Lina, listen very carefully to
me, okay?”

I nodded and he smiled warmly at me.  “I’m
going to eat your pussy.  In fact, I’m going to eat your pussy a tremendous
amount of times over the next few days and if you insist on showering each time
beforehand, you’ll be in the shower all the damn time.  Do you understand?”

“Aiden,” I whispered, “I don’t – “

“Do you understand?”  He repeated.

I nodded and he smiled again before
stroking my bare thighs soothingly.  “I know you’re feeling shy and
uncomfortable and if you want to shower this time, I’ll allow it.  But,” he
pressed a warm kiss against my thigh, “what I really want is for you to trust
me.  To trust that nothing would please me more than tasting the sweetness of
your pussy exactly as it is.  Can you do that, Lina?  Can you trust me?”

I stared at him for a long moment before
relaxing my thighs.  He smiled at me and I tingled all over when he kissed the
inside of my thigh.  “That’s my good girl.”

I stared at the ceiling and tried to relax
as Aiden stretched out on his stomach between my thighs.  I was incredibly
nervous and tense and all of my previous desire had disappeared completely. 
When Aiden kissed the top of my pussy, nuzzling the dark curls, I jumped and
made a short, anxious cry.

“Shh, kitten,” he said.  “It’s going to
feel so good, I promise.”

I smiled weakly and returned my gaze to the
ceiling as his thumbs massaged the crease between my thighs and my pussy.

Just relax, Lina.  Just relax.  Just let
him kiss you for a few minutes, then you can fake your orgasm and he’ll be
satisfied.

He’ll know if you fake your orgasm.

Shut up!  He won’t.

He will.  You know he will.  Then you’ll
get a spanking and – oh, hey, you know what?  Go right ahead and fake that
orgasm.  Let’s find out if he really can –

“Lina?”

I stopped the mental argument and glanced
at Aiden.  “What’s wrong?”

“You’re tensing up, princess.”

I realized he was right.  My thighs were
pressing against Aiden’s broad shoulders and my hands were tight fists in the
sheets.  I was nearly panting with anxiety and I took a few deep breaths as
Aiden watched me silently.  I was being ridiculous.  It wasn’t like I had never
had a tongue in my pussy before.

No, but what if do you smell strange or
taste bad?  It’s one thing for Kent to know that, quite another for Aiden.  You
really should shower.

“Aiden,” my voice was quivering, “I think
maybe I should – “

My voice cut out when Aiden bent his dark
head and licked the swollen, wet lips of my pussy.  It wasn’t the hurried,
tentative swipe I was used to.  It was a slow, flat caress of his hot tongue
that sent fire rocketing through my veins and a sudden and desperate need for
more.

“OH!”  I gasped loudly, my hips arching
involuntarily into his mouth, and he rewarded me with another long, seductive
lick.

“Oh, oh my gosh,” I whispered.

“Lina?”

“Y-yeah,” I stuttered as I stared wide-eyed
at the ceiling.  My entire body was vibrating and I desperately wanted him to
lick me again.

“Look at me.”

I forced my gaze to his.  He was staring
gravely at me and my pelvis jerked when he said, “Your pussy tastes so sweet –
sweeter than the sweetest berry, Lina.”

I stared wide-eyed at him as he pressed his
big hands on the insides of my thighs.  “Spread your legs nice and wide for me,
kitten.”

I let my legs fall open, his smile of
approval sending shivers of delight up and down my spine, and closed my eyes as
his dark head bent again.  He licked my swollen lips before nibbling lightly on
them and I moaned my approval.  I was wide open to him, I could feel the cool
air brushing over my clit, but he continued to tease and lick only the lips. 
His tongue felt incredible, hot and wet and delightfully soft, and I couldn’t
stop my pelvis from rising to meet each long caress.

It had already been well over five minutes
and I realized with dismay that I needed to try and fake my orgasm.  Aiden
would be growing tired of tasting me and as good as his tongue felt, I was
still too tense to let myself go completely.  I took a deep breath and was
about to let loose with a loud, hopefully convincing, moan when Aiden’s
wandering tongue brushed over my clit.

“Fuck!”  I shouted and my hips bucked
compulsively. 

Aiden laughed, a low sound that vibrated
against my pussy, and I blushed furiously when his gaze met mine.  It wasn’t
that Kent hadn’t licked my clit, he had, but this was somehow different.  I
couldn’t even begin to explain it – all I knew was that I wanted him to do it
again.

“Aiden,” I whispered when he didn’t move. 
“Please.”

“Please what, kitten?”

“Please do that again.”

He bent his head and licked my clit again. 
I cried out, my hands threading through his hair and clutching tightly, as he
brushed my clit with delicate swipes of his tongue.

“Oh, oh my fucking God,” I moaned.  The
most delicious and maddening tension was building in my stomach and I pulled
compulsively at Aiden’s hair when he sucked on my clit.  I screamed loudly and
ground my pussy against Aiden’s hot mouth and tongue.  One thick finger slid
into my opening, its thrusting and pushing only inflaming me more, and I made
an incoherent begging noise as Aiden sucked noisily at my swollen, hard clit. 

When he stopped I made a harsh cry of need
and tried to push his face back into my pussy.  Jesus, his tongue and his mouth
were amazing and I couldn’t stop my needy cry when he lifted his head and
grinned at me.

“Oh, Aiden, oh please, oh please,” I begged
shamelessly.

“Tell me what you want, princess.”

“I – I want you to taste me again,” I
moaned.

He made a soft noise of disapproval.  “Try
again.”

I bit my bottom lip and stared pleadingly
at him.  “Please?”