Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 32*

Warning: Sexual Content

You woke up in the middle of the night to Aaron moving around on the bed. At first you assumed he was just shifting in his sleep, but when a low moan filled the quiet room, you were alerted to what was happening. His eyes were screwed shut, his chest heaving slightly.

Oh my god, he's having a wet dream. You realized.

You turned to face away from him, feeling his hips buck, searching for your body. You pressed yourself up against him, letting him rock his hips against your ass. Another moan came from the sleeping man, his hands gripping your waist. You could tell that he was still sleeping, his movements slightly sluggish.

"Please, Ma'am. Please let me cum, I've been a good boy. I haven't touched myself at all." Aaron's high pitched whine filled your ears. His words made you blush slightly, pushing your ass harder against his hips.

"Go ahead, my prince. You can cum." You said quietly, getting caught up in the moment.

He groaned and let his hips rock against you faster, "Thank you, thank you Mistress." His words sent a ping of arousal to your core.

You felt his body relax behind you as he released. He moaned as he came, his cum getting caught in his boxers.

Suddenly, you felt Aaron's body tense behind you. He had woken up shortly after cumming, and he wasn't sure if you were awake.

"Y/n?" He asked quietly and timidly, not wanting to wake you if you were still asleep.

"Yes?" You responded, keeping your voice even.

"How much of that did you hear?" He asked shyly.

You rolled to face him, "Every word, my sweet boy." He flushed a dark red, burying his head in your shoulder in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, you should have woken me up." He said, still embarrassed by his actions.

"Why? I would have missed the show, that was extremely hot, by the way." You told him, moving your hand to cup his jaw, "Go get yourself cleaned up and change your boxers, and let's go back to sleep."

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Aaron was still embarrassed in the morning, keeping his eyes from meeting yours.

"Aaron, stop it. There's nothing embarrassing about having a wet dream." You finally blurted out, breaking the uncomfortable tension.

He immediately blushed at your words, ducking his head, "I'm just embarrassed that you woke up to me rutting against you like a dog."

"How much do you remember from your dream?" You asked, ignoring his admission.

"Not much, why?" He said, shrugging his shoulders lightly.

"You said somethings... some nicknames." You told him, both of your faces blushing lightly, "You called me 'Ma'am' which isn't new, but Mistress was definitely new." You said, watching his jaw drop and his face flush darkly.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I-" He started to stutter out, before you cut him off.

"Aaron, there's nothing wrong with it. If you want to call me that, you are more than welcome to, I liked it and I welcome it." You told him in a calm voice, crossing the room to cup his jaw lightly.

He started to stutter over his words again, "I- I was just worried that you- you would think that I'm less of- of a man if I wanted to call you my M-Mistress." He told you, his voice dropping to a whisper on the last word.

"Do you want me to be your Mistress, sweet boy? You want me in charge?" You asked him, carding your fingers through his hair.

"Y-yes, but I also want to be in charge sometimes." He wouldn't meet your eyes.