#RunningWilde Ch. 32 | Signed
In a state of madness
Wrapped up in your magic
Ecstatic, an addict
Oh, we landed on another planet
And it feels like home here
Will never go back there
Cause we're crazy
I'll go crazy with you
Aiden leant back in his seat at the head of the table, with his hands in the prayer position pressed against his lips. Ten minutes had gone by since he left Heaven in his underground play palace and the provocative distraction of the image of her knelt on the cold, hard ground, ankles together, knees apart, head down and hands on her thighs was just starting to wear off. He had business to attend to and he couldn't allow the thought of her to invade his imagination, especially as Dougie knew that he'd come from downstairs and was watching him closely to see if any signs of the Aiden that fell off the wagon years ago was going to resurface.
Stone switched off the lights and Mighty transferred the image on his computer screen to the overhead projector. Electric blue, gold, scarlet, green, magenta and black lines appeared on the wall behind Aiden, zigging, zagging and swerving in clusters of sections, outlining the multiple gang territories of London. A majority of the map was in magenta; Syndicate territory, but if the Diamond Mafia played their cards right, soon those areas would all be in black.
Aiden spun around and dropped his hands into his lap, narrowing his eyes at the overkill of magenta patches of land glowing back at him. "We're gonna start from the inside and work our way out. Brixton is our town. Surrounding us we've got Clapham, Streatham and Stockwell."
"I say we go for Stockwell first," said Dougie.
Stone settled back into his seat, "No, Clapham. It's easier."
"We don't want easy, we want effective."
Aiden looked over his left shoulder, "Mighty, what do you think?" When it can to planning any sort of hostile takeover, Mighty was his go to guy. With all the bank heists he pulled off, he had the head for planning things like this with the least amount of fallout or backlash.
Mighty squinted at the map on his screen and pursed his lips. "Stockwell, then Streatham. If we check the Hispanics and the Somalians first it'll make Clapham more willing to fall in line."
"You sure about that?" Stone said, pulling a blunt from behind his ear.
"Trust me, if we tame the others, owning the yuppies will be like stealing candy from a baby."
"He's right," Aiden said getting to his feet. He walked up to the wall and waved his hand over their first set of targets, "Once we've got these factions under control, where do we go next?"
"South East and we start with Peckham," Dougie grinned excitedly. The longstanding turf war between Peckham and Brixton wasn't as prominent as it had been in the early 2000s, but that didn't mean that it was over. With all of the killings that had gone on between people from the opposing sides getting caught trespassing in the others areas, a sort of truce had been called. That truce was: keep out. Brixton didn't venture into Peckham and Peckham didn't venture into Brixton. That was the only way to keep some semblance of peace between the two.
Mighty looked up from his screen, "I thought Peckham were on side now?"
"You think with the Syndicate going down that T-Money and them man are going to keep playing house with us?" Stone laughed in a puff of smoke. "They've been waiting for shit to be thrown off balance. They don't want no Bricky man runnin' dem." He wasn't wrong. The gangs that ran in Peckham had taken the Diamond Mafia's takeover with a pinch of salt, the only thing holding them back from reclaiming their faction was the amount of allies Aiden had and how skilled his central team were, but with the Syndicate against them and the chance of others in Aiden's territory siding with them, Peckham would most likely be the first to turn on the Mafia and they all knew it.
"I want them to try something," Dougie's hand fell to his hip where his pistol was tucked into his holster underneath his sweater. He patted it, "I've been waiting for one of them to get brave."
"That's what we'll do when we approach each area; hit the toughest first then deal with the rest," Aiden decided. "After we've made sure the South is still in line we'll hit East, West then North, and North West."
"Saving the best till last," Dougie said, his excitement growing with the scale of their plans.
Aiden nodded, "Harlesden will give us hell if we go in before we're ready. Once we've covered all of the others we can close in on them, then London will be ours." His smile matched Dougie's. The aim had always been to be the most drug cartel, and even though the mess with the Syndicate had produced heavy, heavy losses, it opened up a shortcut so Aiden could race towards his final destination a little faster.
"What are going to do about the Syndicate?" Mighty asked.
Chris Mullins was a greedy man, and even less wise than his deceased predecessor. "They'll come to us," Aiden assured him, "And when they do, we'll be ready. This is why we're putting this plan together. We need to be certain of the associates and allies that we have and make some new ones. Stone, I need my soldiers to have their ear to the ground. Find out what the Syndicate are offering the other cartels to side with them so we can do better."
"If we do that we'll lose more money, and the way things have been going since we hit the Syndicate up our incoming has been dropping like mad. We don't have the business to share."
"When we get them on side we can get a bigger distributor and cut better deals. As for money, we got thirty million from Lockewood on top of everything else. Money's not an issue."
Dougie kissed his teeth, "Fuck that, A. Loyalty that can be bought ain't no loyalty. I say we go old skool on them," he whipped out his pistol and slammed it on the table, "Join us and we won't kill you."
"Fear isn't my style when it comes to moves like these," he reminded his underboss.
"It's mine and it's effective."
"For a while, yes," Aiden leant in, pressed his palms to the table and lowered his voice to a velvet growl, "But you back a wild animal into a corner, the moment it gets a chance it'll tear your fucking head off." He held Dougie with his dark stare until his friend looked away and removed his gun from the table. Satisfied that his message was received, Aiden nodded and straightened up. "I didn't build this family by making any of you fear me. This," he pointed from himself to his men, "Is respect. We're going in respectfully. There's enough heat on us as it is. We're not short of enemies and we don't need more right now," he said with finality. The men nodded in agreement. "We'll go in easy; make our case and give them our offer -this is business after all. But," his voice went up an octave and Dougie's ears pricked at the compromising sound, "If they refuse us, then we will do what is necessary to persuade them to see things our way."
"Cool. Well according to the books we can afford to drop our prices 12%, but I ain't really feelin' going that low. Heads might think we're slippin'," Stone said pushing the Mafia log book over to Aiden.
Aiden ran his index finger down the page as he looked at the most recent figures, "What do you suggest?"
"5%. Any lower and we're fuckin' with our rep." He took a drag of his blunt, squinting as the weed went to his head. "We need a lil suttin' to sweeten the deal, just in case."
"We'll use Baby and Dani," Aiden replied without missing a beat. Not even the baddest men couldn't have their ear bent by some pretty girls if they knew what how to bend ears. Aiden found himself wishing they still had Ash. Not the Ash that crossed her family in the end, the one that was his good girl and could charm the sword from the stone if she wanted to. He jerked his head to clear the thought before his focus was disrupted.
"Are we going in together or doing the rounds separately?" Dougie asked. "If we do it separately we'll cover more ground quicker. You take Baby, I'll take Dani."
"No, we do it together. We need to show a united front, show them that the DM is as strong as they think we are. We took out Lockewood; they're scared of us right now, and as much as that's not my style, we can use that to our advantage so I don't wanna chance losing it."
"Or Dougie taking it old skool without your consent, right boss?" Mighty laughed, saying what Aiden had avoided.
"I'm not worried about that. He knows better," Aiden replied coolly. Whether Dougie knew better was up for question but Aiden was making it clear that friend or not, Dougie was not to go rogue on this mission at all, no matter how badly he wanted to.
Dougie narrowed his eyes at Mighty.
Mighty focused intensely on the computer screen, raked his fingers through the ends of his shaggy blonde hair and popped his lips, "Sooo, which one's the new Siren?" He spared an apologetic peek at Dougie, who as he had no intention of killing Mighty, had quickly lost interest in him.
"Baby will do. She's got that wide-eyed innocent look going for her. She seems more vulnerable. They won't see her coming," Aiden replied.
"What about Dani?" Stone suggested, "She's more of a bad gyal like Ash was."
"Which is exactly why I'm not picking her. Ash mastered that area and anyone that comes after her won't have the same effect. Baby's got her own thing; young, fresh and new."
"Well I was gonna say Trish." The atmosphere in the room turned tense and Dougie's attention was back on Mighty. He seemed to be considering killing him now. Mighty looked around at the three grim faces, "What?"
"You know we keep Trish out of this stuff," Aiden said in a measured tone, watching Dougie as he spoke.
"Yeah I know, but you gotta admit the girl's hard, plus she's got a great face –no disrespect," he added quickly, shying away from Dougie who was slowly reaching back under the table near his hip.
"What are you doing looking at my sister's face, fam?"
"Hey!" Aiden raised his hand, "We're gonna stop this conversation right here."
"Baby it is," Mighty swallowed.
Aiden pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dougie, go to the armoury and sort out the weapons we're bringing. They're gonna frisk us so try to get as many concealable items as you can. Mighty, map the routes we've discussed. Stone, you know what you're doing?
"Ear to the ground."
"Good. I want a report back from all of you by ten o'clock tonight."
Dougie and Stone left but Mighty hung back, rooting around in his pockets until he brandished a small microchip and one of the iWatches. "Here you go, boss. Just like you asked," he handed them to Aiden.
"Is the watch on its own network?"
"Yup. The only thing it'll pick up is that chip and vice versa."
"Good. Thank you. You can go now."
"No problem," Mighty closed his laptop and headed for the door.
"I'd keep out of Dougie's way if I was you," Aiden warned.
"You don't have to tell me twice. He looked like he was considering putting a hit out on me. He'd definitely shoot me if he found out we kissed the other day."
Aiden paused and blinked at his gawky, blonde haired, tech geek. "You kissed Trish?"
"Well, to be fair, she kissed me and I didn't stop her," Mighty shrugged with a boyish smile.
"Have you told anyone else?"
"Just you, boss."
"If you want to live I suggest you keep it that way." He fanned him away, "Go."
Aiden forced himself to sit and work for another hour, just to see if he could willingly stay away from Heaven for that long. As soon as the hour was up he took his time and headed back down into the basement, passing the main level and taking the lift deep underground to his playroom.
The lift door slid open and Heaven straightened up. Her back was tired, her knees were sore, and her calves and feet spiked with pins and needles from kneeling for so long in the position Aiden had instructed her to. She dropped her head and placed her palms back on her thighs as he entered.
He strolled towards her and pushed up the sleeves of his shirt unveiling his patterned arms, then stopped in front of her and pulled a Parker pen from behind his ear with his initials inscribed on the silver clip on the lid. "Have you read through it?"
She flinched at the sound of his voice. It had been just her down there for the past two hours in that dark room of pulsating lights, newly polished leather, concrete and steel with a three page contract that she was to read and mull over until he returned. Of course it hadn't taken her two hours to read it, but Aiden thought it would be good practice for not only him to stay in control of his urges, but for her to practice waiting for him in the assumed position.
There were no clocks on the walls so Heaven had no idea how long she was down there, but it'd felt like forever. At first it felt ridiculous (as it always did) to get into position for him, and she'd grown impatient, then agitated. She'd fallen into that space that she was foolishly becoming familiar with and moved. If he caught her standing he wouldn't be happy, but she told herself she didn't care. She'd picked up the contract and lounged rebelliously in his throne with her legs thrown over the side and flicked through it.
CONTRACT OF SUBMISSION
I, ____________ (Submissive), with a free mind and open heart; do request of ____________ (Dominant), that he accept the submission of my will unto him and take me into his care and guidance, that we may grow together in love, trust, and mutual respect. The satisfaction of his wants, desires, and whims are consistent with my desire as a submissive to be found pleasing to him. To that end, I offer him the use of my time, talents, and abilities.
Further, I ask, in sincere humility, that as my Master, he accept the keeping of my body, for the fulfilment and enhancement of our sexual, spiritual, emotional, and intellectual needs. To achieve this, he may have unfettered use of my body any time, any place.
I ask that he guide in any sexual, sensual, or scene-related behaviour in such a way as to further my growth as a person.
I request of (Dominant), as my master, that he use the power in his role; to mould and shape me; assisting me to grow in strength, character, confidence, and being, and that he continue to help me develop my artistic and intellectual abilities.
In return, I agree:
· To obey his commands to the best of my ability.
· To strive to overcome feelings of guilt or shame, and all inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him and limit my growth as his submissive.
· To maintain honest and open communications with him.
· To reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without hesitation or embarrassment.
· To inform him of my wants and perceived needs, recognising that he is the sole judge of whether or how these shall be satisfied.
· To strive toward maintenance of a positive self-image and development of realistic expectations and goals.
· To work with him to become a happy and self-fulfilled individual.
· To work against negative aspects of my ego and my insecurities that would interfere with advancement of these aims.
My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person, and in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward making use of my potential.
This I, (Submissive) do entreat, with lucidity and the realisation of what this means, both stated and implied, in the conviction that this offer will be understood in the spirit of faith, caring, esteem, and devotion in which it is given.
· I, (Submissive) recognise that (Dominant) may make demands of me that cannot be met without incurring physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, or other harm at the time the demands are made to me. In such circumstances related to this, I may make use of the safewords. Two safewords will be invoked depending on the severity of the demands.
· The safeword 'Twilight' will be used to bring to the attention of (Dominant) that I am close to my limit of endurance.
· The safeword 'Midnight' will be used to bring to the attention of (Dominant) that I cannot tolerate any further demands. When this word is said, (Dominant)'s action will cease completely with immediate effect.
· 0 is a hard limit, meaning I (Submissive) will not submit to this at all.
· 1 is a soft limit, which means that I (Submissive) may be able to be convinced to submit to the activity.
· 2 means I (Submissive) will submit, probably reluctantly. I may need restraint, and require further convincing to cooperate.
· 3 means I (Submissive) will submit without question.
I understand that it is my duty as a submissive to communicate after a scene to let (Dominant) know where my emotional state is during the "drop" that occurs as my body returns to normal after a scene.
Should either of us find that our aspirations are not being well served by this agreement, find this commitment too burdensome, or for any other reason wish to cancel, either may do so by verbal notification to the other, in keeping with the consensual nature of the agreement.
We both understand that cancellation means a cessation of the control stated and implied within this agreement, not a termination of our relationship as friends and lovers. Upon cancellation, each of us agrees to offer the other their reasons and assess our new needs and situation openly and lovingly.
This agreement shall serve as the basis for an extension of our relationship, committed to in the spirit of loving and consensual dominance and submission with the intention of furthering self-awareness and exploration, promoting health and happiness, and improving both our lives.
I offer my consent of submission to (Dominant), under the terms stated above on this the ____ day of ____ in the year ____.
(Signature of submissive)
I offer my acceptance of submission by (submissive), under the terms stated above on the ____ day of ____ in the year ____.
(Signature of Dominant)
On the back page was a list of acts of which she was to communicate her willingness as 0, 1, 2 or 3. She skimmed over it first, frowning, gasping, gawking and shaking her head, gasping some more, telling herself, 'Nope. No way. Never!' Half of the things listed she'd never heard of, things like Violet Wand and Shibari. They sounded pretty but with the nature of BDSM she assumed that they weren't too appealing. The things she did understand, things like mummification were an outright no for her. She'd flung the contract to the ground, intending to disregard it completely, but with nothing else to do but wait for him, her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she read through it line by titillating line. She couldn't believe the things expected of her. As well as not being allowed to look him in the eye without permission and her head being kept low, she had to wear what he told her without dispute. A lot of the terms were only valid when they were 'playing' but there was one that wasn't, which Aiden listed as non-negotiable.
Heaven was to be collared at all times.
She'd immediately thought to herself, 'Am I a dog?' She wasn't prepared to be collared like some common house pet. Non-negotiable, my ass! Everything was up for discussion, and discuss it, she would.
Oddly enough, as she read the contract she found herself anticipating his return. The tension that thumped between her thighs before he left her, begun to take root and flourish from limb to limb, her skin felt prickly, hot and covered in goosebumps, and the fine hairs on her arms standing on end expectantly waiting for the moment his rough hands would grip and smooth them into submission.
It was exciting; the waiting, the wondering, the heightened sense of needing to interact with another human -with him. With him, with him, with him. She'd missed him on another level; a longing that convinced her that in this dark room, deep underground in his drug cartel's compound, that he'd be the light.
"Have you read through it?"
"Yes, sir," she nodded, eyes to the ground, hands on her thighs, goosebumps and thumping tension between her thighs.
"Good girl." He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and she leant into it, that small touch easing some of her ache for him.
Aiden walked around her and settled into his throne. "Bring me the contract," he crossed one leg over the other and rested his arms on the arm rests, "Pick it up with your mouth." Heaven's back straightened haughtily. Breaking one of his rules she looked over her shoulder to scowl at him.
"Is there something you'd like to say, Heaven?" he raised his brow.
"No sir," she said through gritted teeth and turned back. This would be something that had to be negotiated. She leant down and caught the contract between her teeth.
At the sight of her tight, round ass spreading before him draped in black satin, Aiden gripped the arm rests and cleared his throat. "Good girl. Now bring it to me. Crawl." Cursing silently, she clenched her jaw and printing teeth marks along the edge of the A4 sheets. With great effort she crawled along the velvet carpet on her hand and knees with her eyes lowered and brought the contract to him. "Thank you." Aiden took it from her aggressive mouth and stroked the tip of her head down to side of her face and cupped her chin. He kissed her on her forehead then leant back in the chair, uncrossed his legs and patted his lap. "Come here."
Glad to be off of the floor, Heaven stood up and slid into his lap. He nuzzled his face into her neck and planted kisses along her collarbone and up her throat, his hand caressing her face as his other arm wrapped around her waist. He pressed her frowning mouth to his and she soon forgot her ignominy and melted into him. At her first hum of pleasure he pulled away.
She blinked at him, bewildered, her breath already ragged in her chest from just the taste of his lips. This was what she'd pined for as she waited, and it had been worth every agonising moment. He was better than she imagined. He was always better.
"What do you say?"
"Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome." Aiden pulled her against him, cradling her like something precious and she breathed him in. He seemed so much more at ease down here in his dark room of dreams and desires. Though he had a new hardness to him that was purely Dom through and through, there was also something softer paired with it. His destructive peace. Heaven thought that even if he wouldn't sleep next to her at night, at least, for however long it may be, she had him like this.
He held the contract out in front of both of them in one hand and with the other he traced wispy patterns up and down her arm, leaving flourishes of fresh goosebumps as he went. It was both soothing and electrifying. "So what did you think? And be honest."
"Honestly," she covered her smile with her hand as her face changed colour, "I feel stupid for even entertaining this."
He kissed the hazy streak of rose gold along her cheekbone, "Why?"
"It's a bit peculiar. What's wrong with what we've been doing? It was kind of like this."
"It's not what I want," he said plainly.
"You want this?" she held up the back page and jabbed her finger at the list of acts.
Nope. No Way. Never.
Aiden pushed the contract down, "I want you, Heaven. All of you."
It sounded more romantic when he said it that way, though she was sure that it would be far from romantic in the thick of it. All of these rules for something that should come naturally to two lovers –it wasn't normal. She told him as much.
"I'll admit it's not something for everybody, but being with you, seeing how you are, the way that you respond, I think you'll like it a lot more than you know.
"I doubt it."
"I've had experience with a submissive. I can tell who has the capacity to be one." He had Ash, she thought. "So tell me, was there anything you weren't sure about?"
She wanted to say everything. This life, this man, the feelings she had for him, and now this contract. "I don't understand what half of these things are."
"So ask me."
She paused, embarrassed to ask him anything of this nature. Sure they'd done some things, but she'd never really spoken about any of it with him. She'd be lying if she said that this being a topic of conversation wasn't more uncomfortable than the act of actually doing it.
Aiden held the list up, "Ask me."
Heaven trailed her finger down until she came to something that stumped her, "Crucifixion?" It sounded so twisted, especially with the religious connotations attached. The name alone made the act more sordid and it made her question Aiden's level of depravity. What really went on inside that head of his that made him want to do something with a name like that?
He pointed to the wooden planks crossed in an X shape that stood against the wall with holes drilled into each end with black silk ties hanging out of them. "Crucifixion."
Heaven's eyes lingered on the cross and tried to picture herself strung up to the offensive contraption. The thought morphed from disgust to something more potent –arousal. That was St Andrew's cross -the one Aiden had spoken about when he'd watched her climax the other night. Suddenly it wasn't' so offensive. Suddenly it was solid temptation that begged for her curiosity of his worldly musings to be undertaken. "Three."
"My willingness to try it -three."
"You're very willing," he smirked. He placed the lid of his pen between his white teeth and tugged it off. He wrote the number three in the small box next to Crucifixion. "Anything else?"
Heaven cleared her throat and looked back at the page, making sure to keep her eyes from his lest he see the change in her demeanour. She hated to seem eager to try these things. "Figging?" she whispered.
"Ginger root is inserted into your a_"
He smiled, "I didn't think you'd like that. It's really quite enjoyable...once the burning stops."
She looked at him dead in the face, her curious fluster now replaced with the initial disgust she'd felt at the crucifixion, "No." Her finger went to the next act, "Suspension?"
Aiden pointed to another piece of apparatus, this one a steel contraption that hung from the ceiling with thick rings positioned over it. Heaven frowned at it, it looked very intimidating and the fact that it was attached to the ceiling didn't ease her discomfort. "You'll be bound by ropes and strung up to it in whichever position I choose, unable to move, floating while I fuck you." His member twitched against her thigh.
"Oh." The intimidating feeling subsided into curiosity again. It was the idea of floating whilst Aiden made love to her that made it appealing. What would a thing like that even be like? "Does it hurt?"
"It can." His eyes flashed saying everything he didn't.
It can if I want it to.
Heaven swallowed. That would essentially be what she was agreeing to if she signed this. She would be giving him the right to hurt her.
He took her face in his hand, "You look scared."
"Well it's scary stuff." She went back to the list, "Acrophilia."
He stroked her thigh, "I like fucking from heights."
"That's more for you than for me."
"What is it?"
"Ass eating." He didn't even blink as he said it.
Heaven burst out laughing, "What? People actually do that? They like it?"
"You'd be surprised. I don't, but I haven't met a woman yet who doesn't. Any more questions?"
"The rest seems pretty self-explanatory, though I'm not sure how to feel about serving as art."
He pushed a spiral of sugar pink hair behind her ear, "You are beautiful, Heaven, breathtakingly so, especially with this unusual hair. As my sub I'll adorn you in luxury too pretty to be ripped from your body...though looking the way you do, I don't know if that would stop me." He pushed the gown open and slipped it off of one of her shoulders pressed his mouth against her skin it. "I want to enjoy simply watching you, to refrain from touching you. To make you wait."
"Torture me, you mean."
"And myself. There's an Agent Provocateur corset that you'd look amazing in." His kiss brushed the hollow of her collarbone and she sighed. "I've been thinking about putting my mouth on you all afternoon." He kissed behind her earlobe and groaned, "Hurry up and sign it."
She stared at the contract. What would it be like to belong to someone; not in the romantic sense but as in you were their property? Heaven supposed that women had played that role for hundreds of years. Being a wife used to mean you belonged to your husband before it developed sentiment and people belonged to each other out of love.
This was not that sentimental archetype.
She was going to be his once she signed her name. Her freedom would be well and truly gone, not that she really had any anyway, but this was different. She was choosing this. Whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, however he wanted, she would do without question or hesitation. She truly wouldn't belong to herself anymore.
"What is it like -the relationship between a Dominant and a Submissive?"
"Peace. It's like peace."
"But it's so violent."
"Not all the time. But violence can be peaceful."
Heaven frowned, "Violence is the disruption of peace."
"Sometimes that disruption is what brings peace." Aiden stroked her thigh, "Whatever you have stored up inside, all the things you don't say, all of those regrets and frustrations, violence allows you to let it go of. It makes the hurt go away." He had stopped looking at her and stared blankly at the alternating lights.
Heaven cupped his face, "There are other ways."
"Those ways don't work for me," he brushed her hand off. She was back-tracking again and between his mother and the funeral less than twenty four hours away, the last thing he needed was to have her turn him down.
"Maybe they can...with the right person," she said, hopefully.
"The right person for me requires the same things I do."
He looked at her now, "Then don't sign." He stopped stroking her thigh and rested his hands back on the chair arms.
Heaven felt his instant withdrawal extend beyond his touch and the sea of separation starting to float up between them. She spoke the words he didn't have to say, "You won't want me if I don't."
"But it won't be enough."
"No, it won't," he shook his head, "Not for either of us."
She scoffed, "I'll survive."
"You'll ache. I know a sub when I see one. You need the release as much as I do." He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, and just as before, she parted them for him.
"It's not the sex that's bothering me. It's the being yours. I'm not an object."
"You would like being my object," He said in a dark voice. He took her hand and placed it on the hard pleasurable bulge in his trousers. Heaven bit her lip as flashes of feelings remembered caused contractions inside of her and warmed her skin. "You would like it very much, but know that if you sign this you will be so much more to me than that. You'd be everything. I would belong to you too."
Her hand shook as she went down the extensive list, rating each act 0, 1, 2 or 3 while Aiden nibbled on her earlobe and stroked her thigh, his touch dancing dangerously close to her persuasion but barely grazing it. He was patient, quiet, letting her take her time to mull over each one, change her mind, and then change it again. He didn't mind, it had been a trying day and just to have this peace with Heaven to himself in the place where he could be himself eased his mind.
She flipped the contract back to the first page and placed the pen on the signature line. She halted. Her instinct had been to scribble Ava-Marie Lockewood in her Edwardian cursive and just the thought of it threw her off. Ava-Marie would never sign this.
"Heaven," he breathed, her name tickling her skin, "Stop teasing me, baby. I want you," he kissed her cheek, the corner of his lips grazing hers. Her lips parted. "So much." His fingers at the top of her thigh curled onto the points and he dragged his nails lightly over her flesh, sharp, burning and borderline impatient. He soothed the trail stroking back up her leg and not stopping. His hand met the heated hardness of her clitoris and she gasped, her pretty blush coloured mouth opening wider. "Let me have you, baby." He kissed her throat, his full lips warming against it as his middle fingers massaged her love with figures of eight. "Please."
Her inhibitions were melting, pooling out of her for the man with the coaxing caress. She knew what he was doing, it was so obvious, but he made her disregard his tactics and fall prey to his manipulations with every lulling swoop of his hand. She never wanted him to stop.
Aiden made her understand the hype her friends back at Excelsior had made over sex. Many times they'd sat in their dorm rooms, or huddled around a table over lunch, or went out for drinks, and each time the subject of sex arose she'd rolled her eyes at how giddy it made them. She wasn't bothering enough about their stories to be jealous of her inexperience because she had been saving herself for the one she couldn't say no to.
She'd been saving herself for Aiden.
Not on purpose, it had just happened that way. Being raised in the social class she was in, all of the potential suitors had seemed too stuffy, arrogant, or entitled. Of course they weren't all like that, but the ones she thought her father might approve of had been.
Aiden was definitely not who he would have approved of for more reason than one...
He was nothing like her or anyone else she'd ever met. Aiden was the night to her day, the tarnished to her new, the hell to her heaven.
She tilted her face towards his whispering mouth and touched her lips to his, praying that he wouldn't pull away. He didn't, but he didn't come closer either, he just groaned how much he needed her in a voice so deep that it vibrated through her and kindled the fire in the pit of her stomach. She believed him when he said it, that he needed her. No man had ever needed her. So she kissed him; long, hard and deep, and she felt his need and she reciprocated it. He held onto her tighter and strung his fingers through her bubble gum curls at the nape of her neck, roughly, tugging her head up so that his tongue could explore her mouth further. And then it was just tongue, snaking around each other's, flicking and twirling and tasting, nothing she would have done intentionally, but oh how erotic it was. She squirmed in his lap and leant in closer to his hold. If she'd known that being with a man could be as disarming and wonderful as this then maybe her friends stories wold have made her feel something bitter. All she knew was that she could not bear to go without it.
This time she was the first to pull away, and before the dots could fade and her heart could slow she scrawled Heaven Michaels on the dotted line.
Aiden tugged her head back in with a salacious grin and moaned into her mouth, his kiss more violent and saturated with his hunger for her. He bit down on her lip and pushed his finger inside of her only once, closing his eyes tighter as she gasped and clenched around him before he released her. "Good girl." He hurriedly signed his name below, scanned her willingness chart then with a pleased grunt, and then flung the contract to the ground.
"Get on your knees."
So Heaven has officially succumbed to Aiden. Do you think it was a good idea or nah? And if so, why?
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