"When we first started, you sounded like you wanted me to know what's going on with you and then we'd talk about what's next, but I don't see what's wrong." He was looking at her just like the time they'd been together. She thought he would demand more information or at least ask why she hadn't believed him when he'd told her what happened.
"I come with a lot of baggage. My papa is a crime lord, and I'm basically a prisoner in my own home. If you chose to get involved with me, it would be a battle, and I don't want that for you." She knew that he was no stranger to things like this, but her father was changing into someone she didn't know. It was one thing to lie to the competition or someone on the street, but he had broken her trust. The man lied on someone he knew she had a strong feeling for and made her feel bad about the whole situation, making her feel like she'd not only slept with Lucca's killer but lead him to his death … that was unforgivable.
"Do you come with a lot of baggage? Hell yes, but you come with a lot of good stuff too," he said with that look on his face that let her know that he was preparing to talk dirty.
"Like what?" She had been waiting for this part, so she wasn't going to shy away from it. Lorna had missed him as much as or more than she missed his thick hard cock, and that was saying something.
"You've got a sweet round ass that sounds so sexy when I give it a tap, a juicy pussy that squeezes my cock like no other, and nice round tits that I love to suck and bite." He took her boobs into his hands and squeezed as he talked.
"Is that all I am to you? An ass, a pussy, and a pair of boobs?" She couldn't help messing with him, but it wasn't going to last long; he couldn't want to fuck as badly as she did. There was just no way. Did she want to ask about how many other pussies his cock had slammed and tits he'd squeezed? Kind of, but it didn't really matter now. He was going to be doing her tonight, and for that she was grateful. She didn't know where all this would lead, but right now it was leading to his bedroom.
"I'll work with this for now and then let you know what I come up with after the first few rounds."
She grabbed his cock through his pants and was impressed with how hard he was. She knew it would have gone down from where they were together in the alleyway, but sometime in the last few minutes he'd gotten right back to the stage where they had left off.
"Keep your hands to yourself," he said in a deep voice that told her he wasn't playing, but that made it all the sexier.
"If I don't, then what are you going to do about it?" She pouted. If she was going to play this role, then she'd do it to the hilt. There was something that they hadn't worked their way up to, and if she has to be stuck in her childhood bedroom with only her vibrator and memories, she was going to make the most of the time they spent together.
He caught both of her hands in his one and held them above her head. This didn't seem like something that would get her going, but not having the ability to move and being entirely at his mercy was thrilling. Aidan stood staring at her like he was trying to figure out the right answer.
"Maybe I'll spank your ass. That's what should be done when a woman wants to disobey an order." He spun her around and bent her a little so her ass was right in line with his hand which he gave a quick firm tap. It echoed around the room with its scarce furniture and tall ceilings bringing the noise back to her time and time again.
That was more than she thought it would be, but it wasn't enough. Pulling her hands out of his one, she backed away from him and watched as he tried to figure out what she was up to. She turned away from him to unsnap her jeans before she kicked off her shoes and pulled down her pants, bending at the waist just to tease him. When she turned back toward him, she had on her shirt, bra, and panties.
"Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see your tits swing when I fuck you." His voice was getting deeper, and she would bet his cock would have a drop of the sweet pre cum she loved so much. It didn't look like she was going to get to taste the first drop this time, but she'd bet there would be a chance for her to end up with his cock in her mouth before the end of the night.
She did as he asked and then walked over to him and looked him in the eye. His light green eyes shimmered with what she thought was amusement, but they changed to arousal when she grabbed his cock and stroked it through his jeans a few times. She wasn't the only one who liked it rough. His nostrils flared, and she knew he liked that, but when his head cocked to the side, she knew he was more than a little aroused. It was one of his tells that she'd not shared with him. He studied her so hard, but she had lots of knowledge about him too. He was about to reach for her when she jerked out of his reach and bent over the couch.
"So you want to be spanked. Is that it? You could have just asked," he said as he walked over to the couch.
"What good would that be? I wanted to earn it. There is nothing better than being defiant and getting what you want." Her ass was in the air, and the anticipation of the moment was making her wetter than she had been in the last little while, and he hadn't even touched her yet. She didn't like how wavering her voice sounded. It would have made her feel more confident if she could have at least sounded like she was a woman in charge who knew what she wanted and how to get it.
"Since you want it so much, it's probably not a punishment. Maybe I should rethink this." He stood behind her, but since she couldn't see him, she didn't know what he was doing. It didn't sound like he was taking anything off or moving around, so what was he doing?
She turned slightly so she could see if he was joking or serious, but he moved from the spot behind her, took off his pants, and then sat on the couch. Lorna didn't know what to do now. He was staring at her, and she struck stupid until he patted his lap.
"Come lay here. Keep your feet on the floor and your ass high." He was the man in control, and she wondered if he took those few moments to get like that or if that was just how he came at situations.
She almost sighed with relief. This was something that no one could take from her. The freedom of her spirit in this second knew no bounds. Lorna lowered herself to his lap without taking her eyes off of his face. There was a slight tick at his jaw that looked like he was grinding his teeth a little. That was good enough for her; she just didn't want to be in this alone. She wanted him to have something vested.
He rubbed her ass with his rough textured hands, and she wondered how they could feel so good and soothing on her skin. It was harder waiting for the sting to come when she was like this because it was like they had agreed to do this, so she knew it was coming. The mewling noise that was coming from her was hard to hold back as was trying not to open her legs and hump whatever part she could get close to her pussy.
"You want it bad. Don't you, Lorna?"
This part must have been the punishment portion because the wait was torturous. He wedged her panties up between her legs like it was a thong, and it created pressure on her clit. The moan that slid out of her mouth was involuntary and loud.
"Mmmmm … I like that you like that. You deserve something for being so sexy." The hand he was rubbing on her ass cheeks he moved to stroke between her legs a few times. "Open up your legs and let me get at that pussy. I want to see how wet you are for me."
She did so, and when his long fingers swiped over her moist lips, she humped his leg to get a little more friction.
Slap!
The sting of that first slap on her left butt cheek made her suck in a breath, but she wanted more. She wasn't sure how to get it though. Was it the humping or the moaning? She decided to do a little of both.
"I love how your mind works. You're always trying to figure something out." He rubbed all over her ass a few times before he delivered a few more smacks to her warm cheeks. Just when she was thinking of calling a time out, he would rub in between her legs getting her so close to orgasm it was frustrating. If he could give her just a little more pressure, she could get the first one out of the way and wouldn't feel like she was jumping out of her skin.
"You want me to let you come, don't you?"
"Yesssss," she hissed and tried harder to get more contact with her clit on anything. He was good about how he placed her with her legs on the floor and ass up; it was hard to get enough grind to make it worth her while.
"This is when it gets good, Lorna. Your pussy is so wet because you like getting your ass smacked. Does it make you feel like a bad girl? Or do you just like the sweet sting of pain with your pleasure? I know you like me to bite your nipples when you're about to come, and I've nibbled a bit firmly on your clit too. There is nothing wrong with it, but I want you to tell me about it." His voice was mesmerizing, and she wanted to do what he asked, but she didn't really know the answer.