Chapter 186
Aria’s POV
I’d originally planned to spend the whole day at home, but I got kicked out after lunch. When I returned to our sprawling villa, the place seemed deserted.
Walking to the kitchen island, I poured myself a glass of lukewarm water and watched Aiden as he talked on his phone. The three o’clock sunlight bathed him perfectly, making his black outfit seemingly glow around the edges. My eyes fixated on his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he spoke. Before I realized it, I’d drained the entire glass.
Lost in my trance, I barely noticed when he ended the call. In a few quick strides, he was standing right in front of me. He flicked his finger against my empty glass, his lips curving into that maddening smirk.
“What are you staring at so intently?” he asked, voice low and husky.
“Your Adam’s apple,” I blurted out, my brain-to-mouth filter completely malfunctioning. “And I don’t just want to look—I want to touch it p>
Without waiting for permission, I reached out and ran my finger over the prominent ridge in his throat. He swallowed hard right when I touched him, causing his Adam’s apple to slide beneath my fingertip in the most fascinating way.
Aiden leaned down, his warm breath caressing my nose. My heart drummed wildly against my ribs as I clutched the hem of my shirt. “What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice embarrassingly breathy and trembling.
He cupped my face with his large hands, tucking my hair behind my ears with surprising tenderness. “Mrs. Carter,” he murmured, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, “I’m going to kiss you now. Any objections p>
It wasn’t really a question—before I could respond, his lips descended on mine. Part of me wanted to resist, not because I didn’t want him, but because my body was still recovering from last night’s marathon session. But the moment he touched me, my resolve crumbled like sand.
An image flashed through my mind—Aiden naked with a leash around his neck, completely at my mercy. The fantasy sent heat pooling between my legs.
Before I could second-guess myself, I pulled away from his kiss, yanked my silk tie loose from around my neck, and dangled it in front of him with a wicked smile. “Remember what Claire said about that romance novel?” I looped the tie around his neck, tugging him closer. “I want to try something p>
Aiden’s eyes darkened with intrigue. “Are you suggesting what I think you are p>
“I want to be in charge tonight,” I whispered, giving the makeshift leash a gentle tug. “I want to dominate you p>
I expected resistance or laughter, but instead, his pupils dilated with unmistakable lust. “You want to play the sadist, Aria?” He raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m game if you are p>
Without another word, I led him toward our bedroom, my heart pounding with exhilaration. Once inside, I pushed him onto our king-sized bed and straddled him, still holding the tie around his neck.
“Strip,” I commanded, surprised by how authoritative I sounded.
Aiden’s lips quirked into an amused smile, but he complied, pulling off his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted chest. I ran my fingernails down his abs, watching goosebumps rise on his skin.
From the nightstand drawer, I
retrieved the small riding crop we’d bought on a whim during a drunken online shopping spree’d never imagined id actually use it but now I trailed it teasingly across his chest.
“Safe word?” I asked, suddenly concerned about his boundaries.
“Red,” he replied, his voice husky with anticipation. “But I doubt I’ll need it p>
I I flicked the crop against his thigh,
just hard enough to sting. Aiden hissed, his eyes darkening further. Next, I grabbed a candle from our bedside table, lit it, and waited for the wax to melt. The anticipation on his face was intoxicating.
“Are you ready?” I asked, holding the candle above his chest.
“Do your worst,” he challenged, his cocky grin never faltering.
Shet
I tipped the candle slightly, letting a few drops fall onto his chest. He groaned a sound of pain mixed with pleasure that sent a jolt of electricity straight between my I dripped more wax across his torso, drawing patterns on his skin, relishing in the power I held.
“Fuck, Aria,” he growled as I alternated between gentle strokes and sharp flicks of
the crop.
Soon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stripped off my clothes and positioned myself above him, still gripping the tie around his neck. When I sank down onto him, we both moaned loudly.
“Jesus Christ,” he gasped as I began to ride him, pulling the tie just tight enough to remind him who was in control.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demanded, rolling my hips.
“So fucking good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. “You’re so wet, so tight p>
I increased my pace, chasing my own pleasure while maintaining my dominant facade. But Aiden knew exactly how to touch me, his thumb finding my most sensitive spot with practiced ease.
“Oh god, Aiden!” I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I collapsed onto his chest, my momentary role as dominatrix forgotten as he flipped us over and thrust into me with renewed vigor.
“My turn,” he growled, and I surrendered completely, my body still trembling from my orgasm.