Chapter 15

“So what happened next?” Gina asked.

With long tanned legs folded beneath her, she sat sideways on Aiden’s couch in a sheer black nightie. One arm crooked on the back of the rugged leather let slender fingers play in her thick, dark tresses. As pulse after pulse wandered from him into her, she sipped red wine from a wide-rimmed glass. The ring’s gentle melodies and soul-warming flames eased around them.

After filling his own glass, he sat near her with a heavy exhale. Amid the love from him ... Concern. Again. Right as he was about to speak, her fingers left her hair to glide onto his shoulder. Although they were so bound the contact did little, he nodded as more images swapped between them.

“After all that, you still ... Just admit it. You care for Sophia, Aiden.” Gina chuckled before taking another sip. “It’s your thing. Me. Kendra. Tim. Even Catherine.” When his brows tightened, she rubbed his shoulder. “Admit it, in your own way, you cared for her as well. And you still do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so angry and disappointed.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. But now with Anna. And Eva. Can I even...? I mean, Sophia’s intriguing, but...”

While tilting her head, she laughed and let her fingers rake along Aiden’s chest. “You’re so dense sometimes. Anna’s traveling for work, right?”

“Um-hmm.” He took a quick sip. “Two weeks.”

“Well, she knows about the others. And understands”—Gina’s voice dropped to a whisper as she glanced at the sailboat painting, behind which the ring sparked—”about you and the ring. Now, you’ve got little Eva, who needs, hmm, better direction.” After a slow sigh, she took another drink and wandered her hand down to Aiden’s stomach. “And there’s Sophia, who needs ... Well, I’d say somebody like you, but there isn’t anyone like you. So she needs you, Aiden. Why not—”

“Use Sophia as an example to train Eva,” slipped from him as his eyes widened. “Gina, you’re a genius.” Before he could continue, his voice became a hiss when her fingers dropped into his swelling crotch.

“No, master.” After swirling her head to send long, wavy locks over her shoulders, she placed her glass on the coffee table and leaned closer. “I’m your cock-hungry slut and I need feeding. You’ve been so mean to me.”

When she drove her fingertips beneath the waistband of his gray cotton shorts, air hissed from him.

“Mean?” After taking a last gulp of wine, he set the glass next to hers. “How so?”

“You knew I could sense everything you did to poor Anna.” When Gina’s fingertips found and wrapped his pulsing flesh, her heart thumped, matching its powerful rhythm. “Every-damned-thing, Aiden. God, that poor woman.”

With her fists tighter around him, he did nothing but pant. But his brilliant eyes glimmered in the flickering flames. Both those from the fireplace and, she glanced beyond the painting, from the ring.

“I didn’t intend—”

She cut him off with a chuckle before gnawing her lips and twisting a hand along his shaft. After all those months, his thundering pulse was again in her grip. In silence, as she stroked him, she gazed deep into those marvelous, soul-warming gray pools. Love. Gentle care. Hope. Fear. All flowed.

“I’m glad you discovered her.” At last Gina’s soft voice broke the quiet. Her fist slowed its twisting. “Or Anna found you. Maybe she’s onto something and it”—she glanced at the painting—”brought you together, master.”

While staring at her, devouring her willing soul, he nodded. To each other, they were open books. Ever since the first touch, the ring had ensured that. When her gorgeous master’s eyes narrowed, she leaned to tap his lips with hers. After pulling away, she stroked him faster.

“Mmm, I’ve missed this, Aiden.” Although she flashed him a pout, Gina’s heart sang, and from the twinkling in his eyes, he saw through her teasing. “Yes, I was jealous. Duh. Anna’s gorgeous, Aiden. And younger. A lot younger. But ... Well, I sensed your concern. And that tempered my fear. We’ve got something unique. You could’ve worn the ring and done the same to her as you did to me. But you didn’t—”

“Gina...” It wasn’t only what he was about to say, but the sudden surge from him that had her pursing her lips. “I’m not even sure if I need to anymore. To wear it, I mean. I can still sense her. Eva as well. Also Sophia Dumont, but not as strong, yet. It’s weird. As if I’m becoming the ring.”

“Hmm. Well, master.” With her gaze locked on his glossy gray pools, she uncurled from the couch and slid onto his lap. “A certain part of you is definitely as hot as the ring’s fires.”

When her wrist shoved away his shorts to free her master’s wavering shaft, he swallowed a chuckle. With her other hand, she tugged aside the thin, tapered black lace panties.

“How are you still as gorgeous as the day—” he murmured.

“—you made me your slut?” She finished before moaning as she lowered herself, engulfing that massive, magical throbbing bulb. The room tumbled as her insides rippled, craving every thick inch of the enormous tube it capped. “Oh, fuck, Aiden—master.” With a slow twist, she sank, taking more of its thumping, warm length into her. That luscious, forceful spreading of her insides sent blasts of electricity around her shaking body. From somewhere, music played. “Mmm, God. Wow, I love being yours. All the others. The ones we’ve played with. And the ones you’ve shared me with. Mmm, Aiden. My love. My master. Mmm, fuck. I thirst only for you.”

Once she’d settled onto him, Gina ran trembling fingers along his cheeks. His thundering heartbeat was back where it belonged, buried deep inside her. When she clenched, his full lips parted, and those beautiful gray pools widened. Her soul toppled on their very edge, wavering with each thumping pulse within her. Engulfed in flames, the ring pushed out an ever-louder melody. Light, the tone varied in intensity as she rose and fell on his slick flesh.

“Mmm, that’s so nice. Um, I’ve missed you as well—slut.” As soon as he quieted, his hands shoved under the diaphanous silk to find her swaying globes. When his fingertips found her tight stems, her soul slipped closer to those waiting pools. And a wall-shaking moan, hers, filled the apartment. “So much. God, I want to keep you. You know that, right?”

Just as she was about to reply, his fingers clamped, twisted, and tugged. Beneath her, he thrust upwards, shoving aside the last of her insides to bury that broad fat head into the top of her canal. Where it belonged. Utter perfection, as always, they fit together. With each of his core-mashing thrusts, she bounced in his twisting, fondling hands. Higher and higher, a massive wave built within her. When the ring flared, a groan tore from her lips as she gazed into his flashing eyes.

“Yes!” Her soul toppled, spinning into those charcoal pools. And as his flesh surged, spreading her insides, her nails clawed at his hair. “Mm-hmm. Oh, God. Yes, I know.”

When Aiden, rather than reply, closed his mouth and remained silent, she stared into his unfocused irises. With each of his cock’s thick ridges pulling on her opening, the world began the rapid fluttering she missed so much. At her master’s sudden firm grasp of her hips, she moaned. Lasers, his gray pools were boring into her. And they blazed. Molten graphite, gnawing at her starving core.