Running Wilde (#Wattys2015 #Urban)

#RunningWilde Ch. 48 | Take Off (Part II)

Never been so inside it

When I give in to you

Never been so existing

You can't know unless you feel it

-Sharpness

Jamie Woon

They moved through his jet. Ava bore witness to the dark leather with suede, fur and gold accents of the main lounge, where a sleek entertainment system took centre stage on the back wall.

Aiden didn't pause or speak to show her around. He kept moving and toying with the dial on the love egg, amusing himself by witnessing her reaction.

They entered the bathroom. The chill of the marble tiles against her hands and knees reminded her of his playroom back at the compound, and when he stopped walking, an all too familiar feeling of dread seeped into her excitement.

He switched off the egg and pulled it out of her slowly, watching her honeyed centre spill out with the help of the device. He removed the collar and set everything down on the black countertop next to the sink, then moved in front of her, his penis still at its maximum.

He watched her.

He waited.

After almost a minute of silence, Ava craned her neck to look up at him.

"Is the tour over?" her voice quivered. He tilted his head to the side, slowly. His black eyes beheld a burning like hellfire that made her too afraid to speak again. She looked back at him for as long as she could bear before the power of his authoritarian stare overwhelmed her and she had no choice but to look away. Broken from his officious optical hold, she gasped, not realising she'd been holding her breath. Just how angry was he? Had she truly gone too far? With her heartbeat climbing to her throat, she mustered the courage to look at him again. Hellfire eyes bore into her and a cautionary shiver ran up her spine. "Aiden?"

He helped her to her feet, placed her quivering hands on the top buttons of his shirt and dropped his back to his sides.

"You want me to undress you?"

He stepped closer.

"Okay." She undid him. Each button parted his shirt to reveal a familiar piece of black coffee wrapped tight around hard muscles and an amalgamation of ink and scars old and new. She peered down at his pectorals and he quickly lifted her face back up.

His voice came low and velvety, "Keep your eyes on me, Ava-Marie."

She paused momentarily, his alluring tone threw her off a little after such a stern, extended silence. She blinked, "Yes sir."

She continued to undo him.

Ava tugged the bottom of his shirt out from the waistband of his jeans once she hit his belt...the very same belt that had encased her throat and choked her as she'd climaxed from the wonders of his black magic mouth. It was the same day she'd surrendered herself to his power and handed him her innocence. She remembered the buckle pressed into her throat, cutting off her air supply as her head grew light and darkness closed in.

The tip of his dick brushed her wrists.

She licked her lips.

That small action combined with the intensity of their gaze lit up the already charged moment. Though his mouth remained stern and silent, his eyes darkened.

She swallowed. She moved to his cuffs next. She lifted his hands up between them and skin grazed skin as his knuckles brushed against her nipples. She exhaled. She pushed his shirt off of his broad shoulders, revealing more illustrated, war torn skin and she fought not to break eye contact, not to look down and get a gluttonous look at the blessing between his legs, for in her peripheral vision she could see more of him. Her body warmed.