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  “As a matter of fact, I dolike it,” he murmurs. “Much more than I should.”

  “I don’t…don’t understand.” I yawn again, so sleepy I can hardly hold my eyes open. “What does that mean?”

  “It means I’ve already gone much further with you tonight than I meant to,” Aiden says. “And I don’t intend to break any more of my rules.”

  I want to ask him what his rules are and how they apply to me but I’m too tired. The next thing I know, Aiden is kissing my cheek and murmuring that I should have sweet dreams.

  As he turns out the light, my eyes slip closed and I’m out.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “So how are you enjoying life in the lap of luxury?” Lexy demands, her voice excited on the other side of the phone. “And when can I come see you?”

  “Soon,” I hedge, winding the old-fashioned phone cord around my finger. “Just…not yet.” I still haven’t gotten up the nerve to have her over while I’m wearing this damn harness and I don’t know when I will. Every day I contemplate inviting her over…and every day I chicken out. But I know I can’t put my curious cousin off much longer—it’s been nearly two weeks since Aiden claimed me as his sacrifice and Lexy is dying to come over and see my new life.

  Without the shop to run or any outside distractions, my days have fallen into a strange kind of routine. Every morning after breakfast Aiden brings me back into the bedroom and puts the harness on me, sliding a slightly larger phallus deep inside my pussy. Then he gives me a lingering kiss before leaving for work along with strict instructions that I am not to touch myself. After that, I spend the day completely naked—swimming, lounging by the pool, talking to Lexy on the phone, doing homework, reading or studying Farrow’s.I still haven’t managed to repeat my trick with the candles but the spark of hope I thought had died out in my heart has been rekindled. I can’t help wishing that maybe Aiden is right—that I really do have power and it’s just blocked.

  Aiden comes home around five each day and usually finds some reason to punish me. Sometimes it’s some small task that he’s given me to do, which he claims isn’t completed to his satisfaction. Other times it’s my attitude if I’m feeling particularly defiant. Whatever the reason, we usually wind up in the bedroom with me over his knee or bent over the bed while he spanks me or uses the belt or the paddle or the riding crop on my ass.

  I still resist these punishments but not as much as I did in the past. That may have to do with the fact that Aiden always pleasures me afterward. If my skin is stinging he rubs soothing ointment or oil into it and that usually leads to a slow, delicious pussy massage. Sometimes he lets me come but mostly he doesn’t—either way, I’ve become alarmingly addicted to having those long white fingers stroking my hot flesh.

  After my punishment, he takes me to the dining room, handcuffs me and feeds me dinner. Sometimes I wear a blindfold and sometimes not. After dessert, I usually sit under the table and suck his cock, though he still hasn’t let me take him all the way. In fact, as far as I know, Aiden hasn’t come again since the fateful night in his study. He’s growing stingier about my orgasms too, preferring to keep me at a fever-pitch of lust at all times, apparently, instead of allowing me any kind of release. It drives me crazy but what can I do?

  After dinner we usually spend time together in the study although sometimes we skip that if Aiden has decided to continue my “education” in the bedroom. Often he dresses me in revealing outfits and makes me parade around in ridiculously high heels, putting on a show for his enjoyment. At first this made me uncomfortable but slowly, the realization that he really doeslike my body has made me like it more too. So what if I’m not a supermodel? Real women have curves and if my Master wants me to show mine off, why not? Besides, he loves to touch me and tease me when I’m dressed up for him and I love the feel of his hands and mouth on my body.

  But the nights we play dress-up are nothing to the nights he ties me up. Sometimes he ties me to the bed with silk scarves and spends hours teasing me with feathers and ice cubes and different kinds of nipple clamps. Once he tied me to the bedpost, a silk rope wrapped around my body, crisscrossing my breasts and pulled up tight between my pussy lips. He teased for what seemed like forever, touching, sucking, biting until I begged for release and called him Master in a broken, longing voice. Only then did he finally let me come.

  But even after all this, he still hasn’t fucked me. He says he’s preparing me, getting me ready to take him when the time comes. Sometimes I want him inside me so badly I ache but as far as I know, he still has no plans to take me in the immediate future. I’m trying to be patient but it’s really hard.

  So when Lexy begs to come over and see me, I’m reluctant. I’m living a whole different life now and besides, I would have to talk to her while wearing the harness. I’ve been sorely tempted to take it off at times but I’ve always resisted because Aiden is so adamant about me never, ever removing it. I’m sure Lexy would sense something was going on if she came over and I was walking funny and I’m just not ready to get into the nitty-gritty details of what Aiden does to me yet. I know my cousin and best friend has had lots and lots of sex but I doubt she’s ever had the kind of relationship I have with my new Master.

  Thinking of that makes me remember what happened last night…

  “I’m home, darling,” he murmurs, stepping into the study and laying a flat expensive-looking black briefcase on the desk.

  “Oh hello.” I look up guiltily from the laptop. “I was just-just doing some homework.” My herbology professor has been very accommodating about letting me do assignments online. However, I’m still not sure what I’m going to do about my final exam, which is coming up soon. I’ll really have to be there in person for that and Aiden will just have to understand. Although how I’m going to make him understand, I’m not sure. He’s so protective it’s ridiculous.

  “Homework, hmm?” he murmurs, looking over my shoulder. I try to minimize the image but it’s too late—he’s seen it. On the screen a woman lies bound and gagged. Her legs are spread and she’s been double penetrated—her pussy stuffed with her Master’s cock and her anus filled with what looks like a kind of tail. It’s a thick black wand with multiple thin leather strands attached to the end. The image both fascinates and frightens me. I’m getting quite used to Aiden mastering my pussy but he hasn’t yet tried anything further.

  “This intrigues you?” Aiden asks, looking at the screen and then at me, one eyebrow raised.

  I can feel my skin getting hot as a blush rises to my cheeks. I cross my legs, feeling the phallus shifting inside me and nod shortly. “Maybe.”

  “Interesting,” he murmurs. “I hadn’t intended to start anal play until after I claimed your pussy but we can begin sooner if you wish.”

  “I don’t… I’m n-not sure…that’s not the only thing that…that I find, uh, interesting,” I say, stuttering in embarrassment.

  “Is it the double penetration?” Aiden asks matter-of-factly. “Because I do have another harness, darling—with room for two phalluses instead of just one.”

  “It’s not a dildo I want inside me,” I burst out, my irritation finally overcoming my embarrassment. “It’s you!” I bite my lip and look down at my hands. “It’s you, Master,” I say in a whisper.

  “Oh?” Aiden lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. “Are you frustrated, darling? Wondering when I’m finally going to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “It’s been weeks since you claimed me as your sacrifice and I’m still technically a virgin. I think I’m ready now, Aiden…Master. I want…want you inside me.” I blush as I say it, my cheeks getting even hotter but I can’t hold this in anymore. He hasn’t let me come for the past two days and I’m going a little crazy.

  He strokes my cheek. “And I want to be inside you, more than I can say. You’re so lovely, Emma.” He kisses me softly on the lips, making my heart pound. Goddess, he tastes good! “Sometimes it’s all I can think about,” he murmurs. “Making l