Page 114 of Ramshackle
His fingers push my panties aside and glide through my arousal. He hums his approval. “Such a good girl, soaking your panties for me,” he praises on a purr, my pussy clenching in response.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my hips twitching to encourage his hand to continue.
He drags my arousal to my clit and works it at a dizzying pace. My hands grip the edge of the desk as I lean my weight into him, grinding against his touch as pressure builds at the base of my spine.
I’m so close. So close.
Aiden gives one last flick, and I scream his name as it pushes me over the edge. I collapse against the desk, fighting to catch my breath.
Oxygen filters back into my lungs. My brain.
What were we talking about that led to this?
I blink and raise my head to rediscover my surroundings. Aiden’s office. In the bunker.
What he’s been up to and…
He spanks me again before I can finish the thought. “You’re in your head again,” he chides firmly. There’s a soft click and then a buzzing noise. “Was that not enough to make you understand? Should we go again?”
Something presses between my thighs in a firm vibration, and I jolt with surprise.
“Is that a vibrator?!”
He drags it over my underwear, pulling another guttural note from me. “Was…was that…” I huff with frustration as he continues to move the toy, and it’s becoming more difficult to remember the words I’m trying to say. I try to reach for it, and him, with one hand so I can focus long enough to finish my question, but he shifts it out of reach. “…in…your drawer?” I finally manage with the brief reprieve.
“It was,” he answers unashamedly. “Now, no more interference.”
I’m pulled up off the desk for his jacket to slide down my front, and then he pushes me down and brings both of my arms behind my back. The jacket tightens around me, locking my arms in place. “What—?”
He covers my eyes with something soft, then kicks my feet further apart.
Whatever he used blocks out any chance for light, and I’m now trapped and blinded. I struggle against his jacket. The last time I trusted him with anything, I wound up gift-less and locked away for the night. “What are you doing?” I demand, anxiety spiking my heart rate.
Aiden presses down between my shoulder blades, and my cheek finds the cool wood of his desk. He leans over me, his velvety tone caressing my ear.
“You’re going to stop thinking. Focus on me andonlyme. Let yourself feel it all. Because if I catch you getting distracted”—his hand meets my ass— “I’ll punish you for it and delay your release that much longer.”
Holy shit.
It’s everything I’d always wanted from him. Every dark promise. Every threat for punishment and reward. We’d always flirted with the idea of this, but he’d never followed through.
Why now? Why is he doing this?
The buzzing starts up again, and my muscles tense.
Is it ironic that the one guy I think I can trust the least is the one I’m trusting now to do whatever he pleases with me?
He lands another slap on my backside and then brushes over it.
“You’re failing already,” he reprimands sharply. Then his tone flips back to a croon whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t have any room in that head of yours to think.”
I shudder at his words.
Fuck, that’s hot.
The vibrator trails from my clit to my cunt, moving over the fabric of my underwear in a torturous tease. I move my hips and try to sink onto it, to take in more of it as it pulses and plays with me. “Aiden,” I mewl. “My underwear.”
The toy disappears, and I whimper at the loss.
