Touched (18 page)

“Is this what you came here for? To argue?” he asked, moving to my neck and planting a kiss below my earlobe. I leaned into him when he began gently sucking on my neck.

“You aren’t forthcoming with information that involves me so maybe it’s you who wants to argue. Is that what you want?” I whispered.

“You know what I want. What I always want,” he whispered, as he lightly licked my neck.

I knew what he wanted but I wanted to hear him say it. Virginia wanted to hear him say it.

“Tell me, what do you want Mr. Raine?”

He turned me so that I was no longer facing him, his body flush with mine. He slid his hand under my skirt and reached between my thighs, palming my sex. “I want this,” he whispered, his lips brazing my earlobe.

“Then take it baby. It’s yours,” I replied.

“Gladly … but first I need to take you up on your earlier offer to assist Kingston,” he murmured.

I turned around and fell to my knees; my hands were immediately on his crotch removing his shaft from its constraints, his thick cock falling heavily into my hand.

“Mmmm. It’s beautiful.” It was as if I hadn’t seen his royal highness in forever. I wanted it, everywhere – my mouth, my pussy … my ass. I lightly kissed the head as lust engorged his manhood, evidence of his desire flowing from the tip. I hungrily fluttered my tongue across the head; his taste was pure ambrosia; I could have literally sucked him dry. I gently stroked his length, fisting him from root to tip, eager for more of his sweet juice. At the first glimpse of more, I greedily licked it away. I moaned as I slid my lips over the wide crown, going down as far as I could, his rod touching the back of my throat. I began moving faster, my head frantically bobbing as I sought his climax.

“Ah, shit … suck it … just like that,” he breathed, as I pleasured him, rapidly moving his big cock in and out of my greedy mouth.

“You’re going to make me cum, Aria.”

His words made Virginia clench. I reached down and massaged my throbbing clit as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. He grabbed my head with both hands and began thrusting deeper, fucking my mouth, each jab making me gag. He hardened as a sudden burst of semen filled my mouth.

“Ah, fuck!” he shuddered, as he spurted viciously into my mouth. After the last pulse, he pulled me up to him, cradled my face and pressed his lips hard against mine, tasting himself as his tongue slid into my mouth. The salacious disregard of his essence on my lips heightened my desire for him; I was aching for him. I needed his dick inside me.

“Fuck me Aiden,” I said, severing our kiss.

He turned me and positioned me over the side of the couch and lifted my skirt. He pulled my panties down and pushed his hand between my legs, moving his fingers over my sex.

“You’re so deliciously wet, Princess.”

He pushed a finger inside me and slowly eased it back out. Why was he teasing me?

“Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes. Please,” I begged, as he pushed a second and third finger inside me.

“I need to fuck this pussy.”

“Do it. Fuck me,” I moaned, as I grinded flagrantly on his fingers desperate for his hard dick.

He removed his fingers and I felt his cock on the lips of my pussy. He shoved his big dick into me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, rotating his cock inside me, stretching me. “This pussy feels so good, baby,” he breathed, as he began moving in out of me. I cried out, moaning as his slow pushes into me became rhythmic blows. I moved with him, meeting his forceful plunges.

“Ah fuck, it hurts … don’t stop. Don’t stop fucking me Aiden,” I panted. He was so hard, I didn’t think I’d ever adjust to it. He growled as he continued his brutal drives into me. I could feel my climax building as my center contracted.

“I’m going to cum baby,” I whimpered.

I cried out as the ferocity of my orgasm ripped through me, my nails digging into the couch as his violent blows continued bolting me forward.

“Fuck … ah shit Aria,” he growled, as I felt him harden. His dick jerked, forcing his seed into my depths as his final blows into my sex subsided. He collapsed atop me, his hard frame covering mine. Our rugged breathing gradually calmed, our heartbeats slowed. He kissed me lightly on the neck and scooped me up into his arms. He tossed me over his shoulder and smacked my behind. I squealed with laughter as he hurriedly made his way to the bedroom.

“Let’s shower. I want you clean and well-fed because I’m not nearly done with you.”

*****

I dressed and went in search of Aiden. I found him in the kitchen setting the table. “Did you cook?” I asked.

“No. Delivery.”

“Oh,” I replied.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.

“I’m not looking at you in as much as I’m looking at your attire,” he replied, frowning.

I looked down at my jeans and shirt, not understanding. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked.

“There’s a rule for sleepovers,” he said.

“What? Since when?” I asked.

“Since now,” he said, devouring me with his eyes.

“Okay so what’s the rule?” I asked.

“No clothes allowed,” he replied.

“So we walk around in the buff?” I asked, intrigued at the thought of seeing him completely naked for the next few days. Virginia, although sore, was as eager as I was for such a rare treat.

“Not
we
. You,” he replied.

“That’s not fair,” I complained.

“My house. My rules. So take them off.”

“And why should I go along with this rule? I could just leave,” I teased.

“Sure, you can try.”

“So not only will I be naked, I’ll be your captive. You have a twisted mind.”

“And you love it. Now strip.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes now,” he replied, his eyes hooded with lust. I could have melted right there like a puddle of hormones on the floor.

“Can we wait until after dinner?” I asked.

“No. You’re here until Monday and I want you naked ... all day, every day.”

I considered denying him but I knew that would lead to one of our tug-of-wars. “Fine, I’ll give you what you want, but are you going to help me?” I asked.

“I’m going to instruct you,” he replied.

Oh fuck. This man was going to make me his sex slave; the mere thought of his eyes on my naked body made me instantly wet. He was a walking breathing vessel of seduction. He only needed walk into a room and panties would drop. Mine were certainly about to.

He pressed a button on the control panel in the center of the island and the sounds of Jhene Aiko’s
The Pressure
seduced me further. “Take off your shirt … slowly,” he said.

I unhurriedly slid my fingers down my shirt, unbuttoning it as his gaze held mine. I shrugged the shirt off and it fell to the floor.

He took a sip of his wine. “Now the jeans.”

My pussy was already throbbing. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly eased the zipper down. I reached for my waist.

“Wait. Turn around. And bend over as you pull them down,” he said, his voice a velvet whisper.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so close to shoving my fingers in my pussy and masturbating right there in front of him. I turned and did as he instructed; I bent over as I slid the jeans down my thighs and stepped out of them.

“Damn Aria. I want that ass baby,” he said, as I stood. I turned to face him and saw his hand sliding over his crotch. His gaze had transitioned into the dark green gaze that sent shivers through me.

“Take off your bra,” he said.

I swallowed the lump of eroticism in my throat as I tore my eyes away from Kingston and unfastened my bra. I slid my fingertips beneath the straps, lifting them from my shoulders and allowed the bra to drop at my feet.

My breasts were already heavy and tender. I looked up at him and my nipples hardened under his heavy-lidded glare.

His tongue darted over his bottom lip as he took me in. “What are you waiting for? Take off the panties.”

My hands were on my hips preparing to do as he’d instructed but he shook his head. “Turn around and bend over,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I followed his instructions and turned away from him. I grasped the top of my panties and peeled them off, bending over giving him what he wanted. I heard his sudden intake of breath and smiled, reveling in his torture. I stepped out of them, turned around and tossed the panties at him.

“I know how much you get off on smelling them,” I said. He smiled and looked at the panties; they were already wet. He brought them to his mouth and licked the traces of my essence and I nearly passed out. I squeezed my thighs together so tightly that I thought I would fall over.

“Have a seat,” he said, tossing the panties in the pile with the other clothes.

I walked to the table and sat across from him.

Needless to say, we didn’t finish dinner….

*****

The weekend passed much too quickly. In line with his
rule
, I was naked all weekend and I finally persuaded him to at least give me the pleasure of seeing him in his boxer briefs and one of the snug t-shirts that perfectly accentuated his physique. I lost track of the number of orgasms he’d given me. I was sore as hell and each step reminded me of that.

I finally saw the birthday invitation that he was planning to show me before the Tiffany Patrick bullshit. He hadn’t said anything further about the phone call but I needed to know what was going on. I needed to know what he was planning.

Aiden was preparing to leave town. Although he wouldn’t be gone as long this time, I already missed him.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My sisters had been adapting to life in Boston exceptionally well, having forged new friendships while also staying connected to their friends in Dayton. One day I’d overheard them discussing an upcoming senior trip; neither one of them wanted to go. I didn’t want to push but I thought it would be good for them. It was a hard sell but I’d convinced them that it was important that they grasp everything life had to offer; Mom would have wanted that. They eventually agreed and were headed to Aspen with some friends for the weekend, leaving me home impatiently awaiting Aiden’s return.

*Meet me at RPH within the hour.*

*You’re here? I didn’t expect you until Friday.*

*Something came up.*

*What?*

*Just meet me Aria. I’ll see you soon.*

Well fuck. What was that about? It was after 4 o’clock.  I hadn’t undressed yet, so I grabbed my purse and headed back to the office.

I was in the RPH elevator and pulled out my phone to text Aiden.

*I’m here. Where are you?*

*In the conference room.*
he replied.

I approached the conference room to see four security detail posted outside the door. I slowed my steps as I surveyed them. What was going on?

“Miss Cason, Mr. Raine asks that you come right in,” one of them said.

He held the door open for me and I stepped in. Aiden looked up as I entered; he didn’t look himself. He was just as gorgeous as ever but there was a distance in his eyes.

“Hello Aria,” he said, standing to greet me. He didn’t call me Princess. Although I’d asked him not to at work, I was surprised that he didn’t seeing that we hadn’t seen each other in nearly a week.

“Hi,” I replied, meekly.

“Have a seat,” he said, motioning toward the chair beside him.

“Aiden, what’s going on?” I asked.

“The situation with the Patricks. They’re here,” he replied.

“I don’t understand.”

“Aria, I’m going to handle this. You’re here because you should be privy to the conversation but beyond that, I wish for you to remain silent,” he replied, firmly.

I was about to refute his order. He held up his hand, shaking his head indicating I was not to test his patience on this.

“Aria, today is not a day to endeavor going head to head with me. Just do as I say please.” His face was stern and I could see that if I even attempted to fight him on this, it would be bad.

He pressed a button on the side of the table and four security detail filed into the office.

“Everything has been handled to your specifications, sir. We’ve checked for all electronic devices and any possible wires,” one of them said.

“Show them in,” Aiden said.

“He’s ready,” the man said, speaking aloud into a headset.

The door opened and another security personnel, Tiffany, Dane and a final security member filed into the office. Tiffany wasn’t at all what I expected. She was a curvy woman of average height with platinum blonde tresses flowing down her back.

“Have a seat,” the man said to them, motioning toward the chairs at the end of the table.

They took the seats that were offered and nervously glanced around the room until their eyes rested on me. Dane was expressionless. What was going through my head when I hooked up with him? Alcohol had certainly played a part in that decision. He was sporting a light mustache and stubble. He was a good looking guy, his facial features weren’t outstanding, but he had an allure about him.

“I trust you know who I am and the purpose of your visit,” Aiden began, directing their attention towards him. His voice was different. It was cold … hard.

“Yes,” they both replied, almost in unison.

“Good. We can dispense with the preliminaries and cut to the chase. First, I don’t make a habit of interruptions such as this to my work schedule so this is already a very distasteful part of my day. However, I felt it necessary to articulate my intent in person to ensure there’re no misunderstandings.”

“Mr. Raine, I –” Tiffany started.

Aiden held up his hand, silencing her.

“You’re not here to speak, you’re here to listen,” he said, his tone was cutting.

She looked at Dane who sat staring at Aiden as though he were a robot. No emotions. I couldn’t read him at all.

“It’s been brought to my attention that you’re experiencing some marital difficulties and you’re forcefully soliciting Miss Cason’s assistance to further your means. Unless the laws have changed, which they so often do, but I highly doubt they have in this case – a marriage is between two people. Miss Cason is not married to either of you; therefore, she is not a part of this.”

This entire scene had me on edge so I could only imagine what they were feeling.  Aiden on the other hand, was the epitome of calm and control.

“You both have the same goal – money. Based on reports I’ve obtained on your assets, there isn’t much of any significance and if you want to keep what little there is, you will do exactly as I say.”

“Mr. Raine, Dane should pay for what he’s done to me, to our family. My attorney feels that Miss Cason’s testimony will more than make my case,” Tiffany pleaded.

“Did I or did I not specify that you are not to fucking talk?” he asked, his voice laced with venom.  Tiffany’s eyes widened and she sat back in her seat.

My heart was racing; I wasn’t prepared to see this side of Aiden. I looked at him and swallowed the lump in my throat. His eyes were rolling flames of molten green.

“You’ll resolve this predicament without the inclusion of Miss Cason or anyone, anything or entity that is affiliated with Miss Cason. Let’s be honest here, you didn’t request Miss Cason’s assistance; you threatened her … and that was the worst mistake you could’ve made.” His tone was chilling and I, like the Patricks, was hesitant to do anything more than listen as he continued.

“Whatever drove you to this position in your relationship is of no significance to Miss Cason and she’s therefore not a player in this game of yours. My instructions are simple yet explicit. I don’t anticipate any further communication from either of you, nor does Miss Cason.”

“If either of you do as much as utter her name, I’ll know … and I assure you, the outcome will not be to your liking. I don’t make futile threats.  I can target anyone, anything, and anywhere – and I say that with every possible connotation.”

Tiffany responded with a nod. She looked as if she was about to pee herself. I knew that Aiden was a force to be reckoned with but this was different; I hadn’t witnessed this side of him before.  His tone was menacing and his expression was downright lethal. Even I was afraid to speak … and that was saying a lot.

“I trust there is no ambiguity as to how I fully expect this to evolve. Now, if you’ll please leave my office, my team will return your devices and escort you to the airport.”

Dane looked at Tiffany and I saw a small smirk on his face. Of course, this suited him perfectly; it gave him the result he wanted all along. He didn’t want his wife to stake claim to his holdings and from the sounds of it, she wouldn’t … well not by any involvement on my part at least.

“Mr. Raine, this is giving Dane exactly what he wants,” Tiffany protested.

“Perhaps you’re confused. This meeting is over. Don’t test my patience, Mrs. Patrick.”

He looked at the security personnel; gave a slight nod – his prompt for them to escort Tiffany and Dane from his office. “See that they are logged in the list for our special guests,” Aiden said, eyeing them distastefully.

“Yes, sir,” one of them replied. They all exited the room, leaving Aiden and me alone. I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m late for a dinner meeting. I’ll call you later,” he said, standing and moving towards me. He planted a kiss on the top of my head and exited the conference room.

What the fuck just happened? I sat there motionless replaying the scene and a sudden chill ran through me.  Is this how he always handled people who pissed him off? Was this how he handled business?  I didn’t know whether to be relieved, terrified or turned on. I think it was a lot of all three. 

Was he upset with me for this? Did he feel as if I was more trouble than I was worth? Would this change our relationship? Why did he leave so abruptly and with such distance? He was fine or seemingly fine when I initially told him about this. Was
hearing
it so different from
dealing
with it? I would imagine so. Hearing about Nadia was more abstract but seeing her and knowing she’d been intimate with Aiden made me want to vomit so I could only imagine how Aiden felt dealing with Dane.

Of two things, I was sure … that was the last I’d hear of Dane or Tiffany Patrick and second, my recent decision to change the way I lived my life had been long overdue. I’d thought I had all the answers and that I’d made logical choices by taking certain measures to protect myself and it had worked for a while but the recent back-fires verified the need for a different approach.

Men! Even when you gave them
only
sex, they still managed to fuck you up somehow. I had wanted the detached sex but I never wanted to be someone’s mistress or break up families. Turns out, that’s exactly what I’d done. I truly felt bad for Tiffany because I had a strong feeling that I hadn’t been the only one.

*****

It was almost 6 o’clock when I traipsed back to my office. I walked slowly to my desk and sank into my chair … thinking about Aiden. Were we okay? Would this cause distance between us? Should I have handled the Patricks on my own? I had so many other questions but I feared I would never get the answers.

I looked at the picture on my desk. It was the one Mom had sent of the four of us in Disney World. She always made a fuss over everything; large or small. She wanted it all to be special. Everything was significant to her. When I had told of her of my promotion, she was so excited for me and extremely proud. She’d even remembered that my favorite flowers were orchids and had a beautiful bouquet delivered. A card had also been included, which reminded me that I wanted to take it home. I opened the drawer and pulled the card from the envelope and read it.

Congratulations Aria!

I’m very proud of the woman you’ve become and I’m happy that I have the opportunity to celebrate your success. You’ve ventured out on your own and created a wonderful life for yourself. You’ve always been strong and tenacious; I love that about you. I pray that you continue to make wise choices and that you have every happiness life has to offer. That’s all a parent can ask for. I know I’m far from perfect but when I look at you and your sisters, I know I got something perfectly right. I love you for all that you are, for all that you have been and for all you are yet to be.

Mom

I placed the card in my purse; I wanted to add it to my box of keepsakes. I glanced at my phone; it was almost 7 o’clock. Aiden had yet to call. Maybe he was taking some time to cool off after dealing with Dane and Tiffany; he was obviously more upset by this than he’d let on. I didn’t know if I liked him fighting my battles but fuck was he ever good at it. I was constantly seeing sides of him that I didn’t know existed. Clearly, we had some things to discuss. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the office. I could only hope that tomorrow would be better than today.