Her Cravings Mastered [Dark Desires 2] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  “Mm, so wet.” He rubbed his fingers in her juices, then licked them. “So delicious.”

  It was so erotic, watching him lick each one that glistened with her wetness.

  He dipped his head and she felt his tongue run the length of her. She tensed. He continued to lick. She tightened her pussy muscles.

  He sucked on her clit.

  She tensed her legs.

  He pushed a finger deep into her while sucking and gently biting her clit.

  She could feel an orgasm hovering and tried to wriggle away from his tongue. With one hand, he gripped one thigh and held it fast. Trying to push her buttocks into the mattress, she tried to get away from that tongue but Aiden merely sucked harder and inserted a second finger.

  He hooked it round as he felt for her G-spot.

  “No!” she cried.

  He raised his eyes, one eyebrow up.

  To punish her, he inserted a third finger. She moaned and bit her lip.

  She felt him withdraw his fingers and sighed in relief but her sigh was short-lived. She felt him push his thumb and fingers in again then rub her wetness up and down and around her arsehole. She tensed. His took his other hand from her thigh only to push a few fingers back inside her. His thumb was pressing against the ring of her arse and his tongue and mouth were devouring her clit. The only thing that unsettled her was his thumb on her anus.

  But still, she knew she couldn’t resist. The wonderful feelings he was generating were overriding her fears. She knew no matter how hard she tried, her orgasm was going to come.

  Maybe he knew—hell, of course he knew because he looked up at her and spoke authoritatively.

  “Now you may come.”

  She screamed his name as her body reacted to his words, his fingers and his mouth.

  Her climax rolled across her, she tossed her head from side to side.

  Still, Aiden kept his fingers inside her, his tongue assaulting her clit. She wondered how long she could hold off this time. He stopped and she heard the crinkle of a wrapper as he undid a condom.

  He sat back on his heels and held his cock for her to see.

  Slowly, he slid the condom over the head and down the length of the shaft. She held back her whimper as he moved and she felt the head rub against her clit. He moved his cock up and down, teasing, tempting her before suddenly plunging in.

  It was useless for Jess to even try to hold back her moan as he began to thrust in and out of her body.

  “Your cunt is mine today. Tell me!” he demanded.

  “It’s yours!”

  “Say it!”

  She hesitated, then said, “My cunt is yours.”

  With each thrust, he shouted at her, “Mine. My. Cunt.”

  His words and the feel of his cock thrusting in and out was more than enough to have her teetering on the edge again.

  “No!” She knew she shouldn’t speak but she couldn’t go on like this. “Oh please, Aiden, please.”

  “No!” He shouted. “It’s my cunt and I tell you when!”

  He continued to pound into her and she was wailing, pleading with him to let her come. Her orgasm was so close, she knew he only had to thrust a few more times and she’d be gone.

  “I’m begging!”

  “No!”

  He pushed one hand down between them and began to rub her clit.

  “I can’t!” she screamed. “Please!”

  “No! You will not come!”

  She tightened her muscles on his cock, hoping he would come and give her the command, but instead he increased his thrusts, his hips jerking, perspiration dripping from his head as he pounded into her.

  She was sobbing now, trying hard to stop her orgasm. He bent forward and took one nipple into his mouth. It was almost her undoing.

  “God, Aiden!”

  “Wait. Try.”

  She felt him change his speed, felt him begin to tense and knew he was about to come. The mouth on her nipple was biting harder. His fingers pinched her clit.

  Grunting, he said, “Now you can.”

  He shouted at her as she felt him come. He yelled her name as he held his cock deep inside her, shuddering and gasping. Jessica would never have believed it if anyone had told her, but the orgasm that ripped across her body was the strongest she’d ever had. She screamed senselessly, screamed his name, screamed nonsense as it rocked her.

  “Now!” His voice was filled with exultation as he continued. “Now you are mine.”

  She was puffing and panting as the spasms slowly stopped. Aiden had fallen to one side of her, and he was panting as much as she was. Time disappeared as they lay there. Slowly, they both got their breathing back under control. Aiden got up and staggered into the bathroom. She heard the toilet flush, then a sink tap.

  He returned with a damp cloth and wiped her gently between the legs. He took the cloth back into the bathroom, then padded back and stood at the bottom of the bed.

  “Maybe I should leave you like this, ready and open for me.”

  She blushed and he gave a laugh.

  Gently, he untied her and as he did, he rubbed wherever the ropes had held her. It was these little things that made her realise just how bad Dennis had been. Never had he cleaned her, never had he cared for her. For him, it was all about how much he could make her suffer and how much perverted pleasure he got.

  Once Aiden had untied her, he pulled her into his arms and held her safe. Maybe he knew where her thoughts were, she had no idea, but she felt comforted and cared for.

  “I’m so proud of you. How you overcome your fears. You just made me so happy.”

  Jessica couldn’t explain how it made her feel when he said that. She almost purred with pleasure, knowing she had made him happy.

  “Well, I think it’s too late to take you to brunch.” He gave a wry laugh. “Looks like it’s dinner instead.”

  She took his hand and turned his arm to look at his watch. It was almost three-thirty.

  Aiden looked at her. “I do know I need a coffee though.”

  “I’ll make you one. I want one too.”

  “Go shower, Jess, then I will,” he ordered.

  Knowing it was useless to argue with him, she ran into the bathroom. Showering quickly, she realised she hadn’t brought any clothes in with her. She wrapped a towel around herself and walked back into the bedroom.

  Aiden had his back to her. He was looking out the window. Jessica admired the way his back looked, the curve of his hips, the swell of his buttocks. His thighs looked muscular, strong. She decided she liked looking at his body. He turned and she blushed.

  He walked toward her. Yes, she definitely liked looking at his body.

  As he passed her, he reached out and touched her cheek. She almost melted. Jessica was quickly discovering that his touch was electric. She remember once reading the words “with the right person, a touch anywhere could be erotic,” and now she knew exactly what it meant.

  She went to walk into the wardrobe.

  “Jess.”

  She looked at him standing in the bathroom doorway.

  “You okay?”

  She smiled and nodded.

  “Good. Put on something nice and I’ll take you to dinner later.”

  He walked into the bathroom. Jessica stood and looked at her clothes. What should she wear? She opened a drawer and pulled out a matching underwear set in black lace. Maybe another black dress. She had a couple. Yes, that would be best, at least until she knew what he liked seeing her in.

  Now that thought surprised her!

  She slipped the dress over her head and picked up a pair of pumps. Walking out, she put the shoes on the bed, then zipped herself up. Picking up the shoes, she went downstairs. She dropped the shoes on the floor near the door, then went over to the coffee machine.

  Remembering the other day, Jessica set the machine for an espresso for Aiden and a latte for herself. When she heard him in the bedroom, she pressed the start button. He walked downstairs and she looked over at
him.

  He had a pair of dark suit trousers on, bare feet, and a light-coloured shirt. His hair was wet and he had a coat over his arm and his shoes in one hand. He dropped them all onto one of the couches and walked over to her. He looked almost as good dressed as he did naked. She tried not to grin.

  “You look beautiful.”

  He stood very close and looked down at her. One hand brushed her hair, and she leant into it. He continued to look at her.

  “I can’t imagine I’ll ever tire of looking at you.”

  She went to say something but the coffee machine blipped as it finished. She wrenched her gaze from his and handed him his coffee.

  “You remembered.”

  She took hers and nodded.

  “Let’s sit outside. You’re not cold?”

  “No.”

  She followed him and sat on one of the outdoor couches. Aiden prowled around, looking at everything then came back to where she sat.

  “This is beautiful. Have you lived here long?”

  “Thirteen years.”

  “The trees! That’s amazing.”

  “Isn’t it? The building owner must have done something clever because they were like that when I bought the place. I love being out here, smelling them and seeing them.”

  Jessica realised this was the longest sentence she’d given Aiden except for work-related information and when she was pouring out her agony about Dennis. Maybe she was beginning to relax.

  “If you look really hard over there.” He pointed toward the mountain. “You can see my house. Well, sort of.”

  She stood and walked to him, looking in the direction he pointed. He stood behind her and stretched out his arm for her eyes to follow. He bent his head down to her. His breath was on her ear and, as was now turning out to be normal for her, she was aroused by it.

  “See over there.” He lowered his voice. “Maybe at night, when the lights are on, you could see it.”

  She turned her head to answer. Her lips brushed his chin. He caught his breath.

  “Jess.” He laughed. “When you’re close to me, when you touch me, hell, when I hear your voice, it excites me. I can’t think straight around you.”

  “It does?” She asked in wonder, thinking that was exactly what she’d been thinking, how acutely he affected her.

  “It does.”

  She hugged herself. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands holding hers.

  “Tell me.” He lowered his voice. “Tell me you feel the same.”

  “Yes.” Her voice was soft, hesitant.

  “I’m glad.”

  Feeling braver, she twisted her head to look sideways at him. “So am I.”

  “Will you let me teach you the delights of being with a Dom?”

  She swivelled around in his arms to look at him. “I thought that’s what this was about.”

  “I just want to make sure. Jessica I’m not the sort of man who does vanilla sex, but for you I’d try.”

  She snorted lightly. “I’ve tried vanilla.”

  “And?”

  “And it was dull and unexciting.”

  He laughed, hugged her tightly and kissed her ear. “Come, let’s drink our coffee.”

  He sat her down then sat beside her. “We need to talk about things Jess. There are things I know will scare you and I don’t want to accidentally do those, like the blindfold thing.”

  “I know. It’s just that it’s hard to talk about.”

  “How about we take things as they come? What if I talk about introducing things and you tell me if you want to or not?”

  “You mean you’ll give me a choice?”

  “Always. We can talk about soft and hard limits. Talk about whys and wherefores and decide on things mutually.”

  Jessica still found it hard to believe that he would allow her input.

  “I mean it, Jess. We will talk about everything we do and make mutual decisions. And I don’t just mean in the bedroom.”

  “Okay.”

  “Another thing—I’m not a 24/7 Dom. That means, outside of sex, we are equal. We make decisions together. I respect you, and you respect me. Of course I am bossy, like the fact I love seeing your hair unbound, but I certainly won’t make demands. At least I’ll try not to.”

  “You… I mean… oh heck.”

  He laughed at her confusion.

  “Together my, Jessie, together. I want this to work.”

  Jessica realised she did too. She smiled at him and said, “I do too, Aiden, I really do.”

  “Good.”

  He started to say something when the phone rang. She stood and went inside to answer it. It was her father.

  “Just a quick call, sweetheart. I was worried about you last night.”

  “I’m okay, Dad.”

  “You sound different. What happened? You sound happy.”

  She quickly told him about Aiden turning up. She glossed over the details but she got the impression her father understood her unspoken remarks.

  “I’m glad. I told you he was good man.”

  “I’m beginning to think he is, too.”

  “Okay well, I have to go, have a meeting, but I’m so glad. Relieved. Tell him we’ll have dinner together when I get back.”

  “You want me to let him know who you are?” Jessica was surprised.

  “Why not? I told you he impressed me.”

  Jessica could swear there was an undercurrent of humour each time he mentioned Aiden.

  “Well, if you don’t mind.”

  “Most definitely not.”

  He was now laughing, and Jess wondered what was going on.

  “Talk to you later. I’ll ring before I leave and let you know what time I’ll be back. Say hi to Aiden. Bye, sweetheart.”

  “Bye, Daddy.”

  She hung up and went back outside. Aiden stood and picked up the coffee cups.

  “That was my father. Just checking up on me.”

  “As fathers are supposed to.”

  “He knows you.”

  “He does? Hell, I hope I haven’t outbid him on something.”

  “Do you do that often?”

  “Of course. It’s a cutthroat world in big business, and we all try to outbid each other.”

  “I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t with Dad because you are in different industries.”

  “That good news. I imagine your father would be a very clever man. A man who taught his daughter to treat people fairly.”

  “He said he hopes we can all have dinner when he gets back. He’s overseas at the moment.”

  “Oh gee.” Aiden tried to look worried. “He wants to check out I’m treating his little girl right.”

  She laughed and led him inside where he put the cups in the sink.

  “He does.”

  “So when did I meet him?”

  “I’m not sure. He just said you’d met a few times.” She breathed in noisily. “My father is Gray Stuart.”

  “Gray? Your father’s Gray?”

  She nodded and Aiden burst out laughing.

  “What?”

  “We try to play poker together every month. Your dad, two others, and me. Your father and one other are the billionaires. Me, I’m the poor country cousin.”

  “Poor? I think you’re up there in the money stakes,” she teased him.

  “True. A couple of mill short of being a billionaire.”

  Jessica gasped. She knew he was wealthy but hadn’t realised just how.

  “Anyway, only Gray and I live in the same city now. But we all take turns in hosting the others. We stay overnight at the host’s place. Then the night is spent playing poker and talking. Oh and we play for toothpicks.”

  “Toothpicks?”

  “Yep, we all have too much money so we play for toothpicks. The winner then has to send off a cheque to a charity of the other three’s choosing. Each toothpick is worth a grand. Your dad’s a shrewd player.”

  “Oh no! You really do know him.”

  “Yep.”


  “How long have you been playing poker together?”

  “Maybe ten years.”

  Jessica groaned. Aiden probably knew her father better than she did. She’d only been back in his life for the past few years, she felt saddened.

  “What is it? Jess, what’s wrong?”

  “It’s my dad. I… We didn’t…” She felt a tear run down her cheek. Aiden pulled her to him and led her to the couch, he sat down then pulled her onto his lap.

  “My, Jess, what is it?”

  She looked at him and felt grief well up. Haltingly, she told him what had happened when she was a child and her reaction. He listened as she poured it all out.

  “So you’ve only been back in his life just over two years?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s explains everything.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “A couple of years ago, he changed. He moved his main office out here, built the place on the coast. He laughed more, he was like a new man with something to live for. Now I know what it was—it was you!”

  Aiden wiped her eyes.

  She shook her head. “Seems like I’m always crying around you.”

  “No, you’re healing.” He kissed her and held her tight.

  Chapter Twelve

  “May I look around?”

  “Of course.”

  Jessica stood and watched as Aiden prowled around her home. She hoped he liked it as much as she did. He was already intrigued by the trees growing on the deck, she was hopeful he’d like the inside of her home as well.

  He was standing in front of the wall of book shelving. She’d filled it over the years. Aiden turned back and grinned.

  “Looks like we have similar tastes in books, although I’m not sure about the ones on Quantum Mechanics and String Theory. The rest, yep, my kind of reading. Think we’ll be having some interesting discussions on books.”

  Jess laughed.

  “I have those with Lincoln downstairs.”

  “The security man downstairs?”

  “Yes, we swap books often and then have rather interesting debates about them.”

  “That’s great. I’ll have to join you both.”

  For some reason that gave Jess a warm rush. Maybe it was the fact that he regarded Lincoln as just another person to learn about like she did, rather than someone who did a menial job and was below him.