Playing With The Devil

Chapter 15

(TW Reminder - Gabe's Backstory)

I splayed out my body on the bed to relax after picking up my phone. I'd scrolled through several choices, finally clicking on a new burger restaurant a few minutes away. I ordered something for everyone, hoping I'd chosen correctly, considering Irene's stubbornness around food.

I noticed clicking and flashing outside and I looked towards the window. It was covered with two sets of blinds, so I was surprised anything was even filtering through while it was closed. There was no doubt in my mind it was the reporters still trying to get their story. I pushed myself off the bed and limped over. I grunted at the limp. Aidan was surprisingly strong, but I was happy about that. It made me feel like I was in heaven.

Pulling back the blind just enough to see out of it, I saw onto the road. My room faced more to the left of Aidan's room next door, whereas the hallway window where Irene had sat a few days prior was the one that fully viewed it. The reporters and their vans were scattered all around the street. Many of them were trying to find ways around the house without getting caught. I felt sorry for Alyssa who would have to scream at them every time she had to get in.

I let the blinds fall back into place. It'd been a while since Irene and Aidan had gone to take a shower, so I headed towards the bathroom. I could hear muffled voices coming from inside as I stepped closer. My heart was beating fast, but I steadied myself easily enough.

"You didn't orgasm while we were all in there, Aidan," Irene was saying. "I could make you cum right now if you want?"

"No, please," he replied. "I didn't want to, Gabe really had his way with me earlier and I'm too tired."

"Understood, baby," she giggled. "What happened?"

"You mean just with him losing control or the entire day?" he laughed.

"Losing control?" Irene asked, concern in her voice.

I peered through the door and watched them. They were standing close by each other, soap suds cascading down their bodies.

"Not in a bad way and certainly not as much as he probably could," Aidan shook his head. "I told him what I wanted and gave him his control back for his first surprise. I've never felt more alive, and he made sure I was okay during and after."

"And at the end, you told him?"

"I gave him his aftercare too. I told him that's exactly what I wanted, and he did more than enough. I don't... think I checked in with him during, but I'll remember next time. He seemed more than comfortable."

"Good," Irene leaned her head on Aidan's shoulder. "I don't want him actually fully losing control just yet. That'd hurt."

"He can do more than this?" Aidan gestured to the bruises still scattering parts of his body. "I mean... I know he can... but it's hard to imagine sometimes."

"Oh, for sure," Irene nodded. "He's left quite a lot on me before. Fully wanted, don't worry."

"Oh dear," Aidan muttered, barely audible but I did manage to catch it.

Was he scared? Did he want to leave now that he knew I could do more? That I wanted to do more? My heart raced more than the anxiety of being near the shower.

"Scared?"

"No, just surprised."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. Aidan took out the shampoo and started massaging it through his hair. Irene stood back up straight and looked him over.

"What else happened?" she pressed. "Details, little cutie."

"I mean, I had him underneath my desk for most of the morning, he begged to touch me, and I let him eat me out before lunch... Though, we didn't end up eating lunch. We kind of went to his bedroom after I finished my deadlines and uh..." he gestured down his body. "And you walked in on what we were doing."