Chapter 184
Aria’s POV
After multiple orgasms, my body collapsed into a boneless heap against Aiden’s chest. My lungs struggled for air, my throat raw from screaming his name.
“That wasn’t a thriller movie at all,” I panted, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweat-slicked chest. “That was straight-up p**n p>
Aiden’s deep chuckle vibrated against my ear. “You complaining, baby?” His large hand cupped my ass possessively.
“Not even a little,” I admitted, feeling another aftershock ripple through me as his fingers dipped between my thighs. “God, I’m so sensitive now p>
“Good.” He kissed my temple before scooping me into his arms. I didn’t protest—my legs had turned to jelly anyway. “Let’s get you cleaned up p>
He carried me upstairs, my head nestled against his shoulder. The intimacy of the moment struck me harder than the sex had. In the bathroom, he gently placed me on the counter and started the shower.
“Arms up,” he commanded softly, and I obeyed, letting him peel my sweat- dampened shirt over my head.
Under the warm spray, Aiden washed my hair with surprising tenderness, his strong fingers massaging my scalp. He worked the soap across my body with deliberate care, paying special attention to the tender places between my thighs where evidence of our passion still clung to my skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aria,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you p>
After drying me off and wrapping me in a plush towel, he insisted I wait in bed while he showered. As I slipped between the cool sheets, it finally hit me we weren’t just having sex tonight. We were sleeping together. Actually sleeping. The realization sent an unexpected flutter through my stomach.
Sex I could handle we’d done plenty of that. But this felt different. More intimate. More like what real couples do. The thought made me nervous, yet I couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation coursing through me.
When Aiden emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, his skin glistened with lingering moisture. The woodsy scent of his cologne had faded, replaced by the clean fragrance of the shower gel we’d both used. Something about sharing the same scent felt strangely intimate.
I tugged at the thin blanket covering me, suddenly shy despite everything we’d done. “Ready for bed?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah.” He dropped his towel without hesitation, giving me a delicious view of his naked body before sliding under the covers. “Want the lights off p>
“Please p>
Darkness enveloped the room instantly. I lay still, my eyes adjusting to the shadows, aware of Aiden’s warm presence beside me. When his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest, I tensed momentarily before melting into his embrace.
His chest pressed against my back, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my skin. One large hand splayed possessively across my stomach while his lips brushed the nape of my neck.
“Sleep well, Aria,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.
Exhaustion pulled at my consciousness as I nestled deeper into his embrace, surprised by how quickly I’d grown accustomed to his touch, his scent, his warmth surrounding me.
That night, I dreamed vividly.
In my dream, the power dynamic between us shifted dramatically. I straddled Aiden’s naked body, his wrists bound to the bedposts with silk ties. A leather collar encircled his throat, connected to a leash I held tightly in my fist.
“Who do you belong to?” I demanded, yanking the leash just hard enough to make him gasp.
“You,” he groaned, his eyes dark with lust. “Only you, Mistress p>
I trailed a riding crop down his chest, watching goosebumps rise on his skin. “And what happens to disobedient pets p>
“They get punished,” he rasped, his cock twitching against my thigh.
“That’s right.” I smiled wickedly, dragging my nails down his chest hard enough to leave red trails. “And I think you’ve been very, very bad p>
I teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the edge repeatedly before denying him release. His massive body trembled beneath me, completely at my mercy. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Fuck, Aria, please let me cum p>
“Not yet,” I purred, slapping his inner thigh with the crop. The sound of leather against skin echoed through the room, followed by his guttural moan. “You cum when I say you can p>
I lowered myself onto him painfully slowly, taking just the tip of his cock inside me before lifting off again. His muscles strained against the restraints, veins popping in his forearms.
“You fucking tease,” he growled. “When I get free p>
I silenced him with another slap of the crop, this time dangerously close to his straining erection. “What was that? I don’t think good pets talk to their Mistress that way p>
“I’m sorry,” he gasped, sweat beading on his forehead. “Please forgive me p>
“Show me how sorry you are,” I commanded, positioning myself over his face. “Make me come with your tongue, and maybe I’ll let you finish p>
Aiden attacked my pussy with desperate enthusiasm, his tongue flicking expertly against my clit while
I ground against his face pulled
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harder on the leash, choking him
slightly as I rode his mouth.
“That’s it,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “Fuck, your tongue feels so good. Such a good pet p>
When I finally allowed him inside me, I rode him with abandon, the leash wrapped around my hand as I controlled every movement. His eyes rolled back, chest heaving as he neared his climax.
“Beg for it,” I demanded, slowing my pace to torture him further.
“Please, Mistress,” he panted, desperation in every syllable. “Please let me cum
inside you. I need it so fucking bad. I’ll do anything-fuck-please p>
“Cum for me now,” I ordered, clenching around him as my own orgasm approached.
Aiden’s entire body convulsed as he
exploded inside me, a stream of
profanities mixed with my name
pouring from his lips. The intensity
triggered my own release, more
powerful than any Id experienced in
reality.
“Fuck, Aria! God, yes! Take it all,” he roared as I collapsed against his chest, both of
us trembling and gasping for air.
The dream felt impossibly
real-every sensation, every sound, every drop of sweat. Unlike my
previous erotic dreams, this one net
included vivid details: the weight of the crop in my hand, the leather of the collar against my fingers the desperate pleas from Arden’s lips as I dominated him completely.