Transaction

Aiden Returns

Back to Aiden's perspective
Finally, I was on Devon's doorstep instead of Charlie. It had been 8 days. Devon immediately pulled me into a hug when he opened the door. I hugged him back. He welcomed me inside and we sat on the couch together.

"How are you holding up?" He asked me.

I figited with my hands. "She's gone. Couldn't stay sober. God, I hate her. Ozzy can't handle her coming and going like that. Charlie hid out here, thank you by the way, but the rest of us were stuck with her! And I... Nevermind."

"What? You can tell me." Devon put his arm around me and pulled me close.

I missed you. No, I can't say that. "I... I missed being here. Actually having money is nice."

He nodded. "If we need to up the prices, we can."

"No, it's fine. I just..."

I just want you to kiss me. I want you to touch me. Nope, can't say that either. "Just what?" He asked kindly.

I stayed silent, trying to find a way to get what I want without saying it. See, I was really busy with my mom being home. But I had enough time to realize that I missed Devon. I missed Devon, not the money. That thought terrified me, but I had to come to terms with the idea that I might want to date him. But I need the money. And what if the money stops if we date?

"Aiden?" Devon's voice echoed through my thoughts.

I looked at him. He lightly pulled me toward him and kissed my forehead. "What's going on in that brain of yours?"

Kiss me. Touch me. Take my clothes off. Don't stop looking at me. I stayed silent and just stared at him. I didn't know why I was acting this way. It had to do with Devon's presence, the aura of safety around him. I trusted him, and I wanted him to take care of me. In a very specific way. "Aiden?" He tried again to snap me out of my trance.

I didn't respond. I felt like I couldn't. I felt like it wasn't the right thing to do. "Aiden, I might be crazy, but there's only one other situation where you've gone silent, and that was because you were in subspace. Do you know what that is?"

I nodded, remembering Danielle's BDSM rants. Devon nodded back at me. "Does that sound right? You're in subspace right now?"

I nodded. He smiled and leaned to whisper in my ear. "Is it true that you want me to touch you so bad that you can't even speak?"

I felt my body heat up and my dick harden. I held my breath and nodded. "Can I take you to my bedroom?" He asked.

I nodded rapidly at that. I haven't ever been up there. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. I stopped outside of the basement door, causing him to turn around. "You don't want to go to my bedroom?" He sounded confused.

I pointed to the basement door and he chuckled. "You're very eager. Are you sure you don't want something more... comfortable?"

I opened the door, and looked down the stairs. He led me down, turning on the red overhead lights. He led me to the bed in the center back of the room. I sat down on it and felt the soft black blankets. "I'll be right back, Aiden."

Devon walked away and I admired the room. The red made things kind of hard to see, but I recognized a lot of things because of Danielle's collection. Flogger, paddles, X-cross. Many things were in drawers. I didn't want to get off of the bed, so I didn't go see. It was getting harder and harder to wait for Devon. I wanted friction so bad, I needed some relief. But I didn't give in.

Finally, Devon walked back down the stairs. I beckoned him closer. He held paperwork in his hand and had a big smile on his face. Once he was standing right in front of me, I finally spoke. In a small voice I've never used, I said, "I didn't touch myself."

He raised an eyebrow and leaned towards me and kissed my forehead. "I bet that was difficult. Good boy."

I was filled with a sense of pride. I looked at the papers he was holding. I recognized them as the contract, open to the page of kinks I was interested in. Devon sat on the end of the bed. "Let's go over this, shall we?"