Chapter 5

It was already dark when Gina awoke to the pervasive aroma of raw sex and the fainter scent of cooking. Both sent salty saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth while Aiden’s warm cum still slickened her other orifices. A tremor sliced through her but after a long sigh, she raised her battered, tired frame from the bed. Though groaning, she found her makeup kit and bath stuff in her bag and wobbled into the bathroom.

Once under the warm, pounding spray, long moans erupted as she ran the razor through the white shaving foam.

For Aiden, her master.

After she had rinsed of the blade, a soft giggle escaped her when she glided her fingertips over the sleek skin. As she giggled like a child, she felt like a child. It was so different—so new. Again. Now, just like the rest of her—rejuvenated. Is that why he asked her to do it? As she glanced in the kitchen’s direction, a grin spread across her lips. She was his. After all these years, she had found what she truly needed. And he knew it.

I am so lucky.

Even as she stared at the hairless pink skin, teeth clenched, shudders ran through Gina while she slid her black silk panties over her bare mound. While it was slick and cool, it was also hyper-sensitive, especially after what they had just done. Another wave of shivers doubled her over.

After gasping for air, she stood, adjusting the lace until it was aligned across her pelvis. Her nipples tingled when she slipped the matching shiny black silken camisole over her head and fluffed out her billowy long dark hair. Already on edge from such thin material sliding over her, she staggered from the bedroom. Her knees wobbled and Gina groaned when Aiden’s eyes glinted hungrily as he scanned her.

After so many years of waiting—coming so very close to finding her perfect—mate? Lover? Master? Friend with benefits? No, far more than any of those. Under his appraising gaze, Gina’s heart thumped in her chest. All that time and she’d felt nothing near as wonderful, as fulfilling, as this before. He cared.

And Aiden knew how she felt. He had set her a place at the table.

I am his now.

But it was her turn to show him. If words had power ... Yes, she had sensed him think that. Then actions spoke louder. And his eyes widened when instead of sitting in her chair, she settled across his lap. Now, she jolted as a massive wave of emotion poured from the young man. Her master. As their hearts pounded in the silence, Aiden fed her while she gazed into his gleaming, warm eyes. A golden circlet shimmered in the distance. It sang a strange, but beguiling, tune.

“Now what?” Hoarse from her earlier screaming, Mrs. Davis, so incredibly warm and sleek on his lap, asked after he had finished feeding them both.

Rather than reply, Aiden raked the soft skin under the rear of Mrs. Davis’s silk camisole. And she arched upwards to unleash another low, primal moan. He loved to do that to her; her eyes gleamed. And she loved it, too. When he grasped the back of her neck and stared into her deep eyes, her lips parted and short, rapid breaths raced from her.

Their eyes locked.

Time stopped.

The ring burst into flame just seconds before...

As Aiden leaned forward, mouth opening, Mrs. Davis lurched upwards to smash her soft full lips into his; their tongues glided, pressed, and pierced as they kissed. When his free hand caressed the sleek burning skin under her top, she clasped him tighter. Neither wanted to stop—ever. But at last, Aiden reluctantly pulled away, leaving her panting and wild-eyed as her hungry tongue swept her glistening lips and warm dribbles slipped down his thigh.

Even as he considered her question once more, his throbbing tower rose between them.

“Now, my slut? From now on, you’re going to do whatever I ask you to do, right?”

Though he was playing to her fantasy, Mrs. Davis jolted, her eyes blinked, and she flicked her tongue once more along her lips. At the sudden reemergence of reticence, he took his hand from her neck to caress her back. Their eyes locked and Aiden focused, sending out his concern.

When her head dropped to his shoulder and she licked his neck, she sighed.

“Yes ... Yes, master,” she replied, but Aiden jerked back. It wasn’t a fantasy at all! Air fled his open lips as he kissed the top of her head and pulled her quivering body tight to him. Her soft, warm breasts slid along his chest as their hearts synched up. But before she explained, he needed to tell her about the ring. It was past time, and she deserved it.

“But, first I owe you an explanation,” Aiden said before letting out a long sigh.

While squirming against the rising mass beneath her, Gina listened to Aiden explain his discovery on that rainy morning, the impact on him, as well as the impact on her. As he described events from his perspective, she sensed his fear and concern for her reaction. At first, confusion, but, as his feelings wrapped around Gina, heat flared.

The ring had done nothing a handful of martinis wouldn’t also have done. He is hot and I need him—my master. That’s everything I need. From now on.

His eyes flicked to her; he heard the thoughts. A smile slipped across her tired face even though she remained silent after Aiden stopped talking, reconciling in her mind, and her heart, what she was still sensing.

Yes, the ring sped up her feelings. And now it linked their emotions and sensations, but ... There was that “but” again. As she sat there, curled in his lap, Gina was calmer than any time in the recent past. And sensing that calm, Aiden sighed. Relief.

And then it was her turn.

When she spoke, Aiden’s eyes remained fixated on her, which somehow kept her tranquil. In a quiet, almost robotic voice, she described her encounter with the boy beneath the bleachers. How it revealed her deepest, darkest desire and her lifetime challenge of finding a lover to fulfill her fantasy. When she told him the fantasy was based on reality, he only nodded. Of course, he’d known. However, Aiden’s shock came through when she detailed meeting Dan’s father. He was drunk; she was drunk; they fucked. There was no romance. When she became pregnant, Paul convinced her to marry him.

However, while she married him for the reasons Aiden already knew, there was one addition. Long before, Gina gave up ever finding somebody to do what that boy under the bleachers had done to her.

Until now.

Then she crumpled into him and sobbed while telling him she lost the child. Waves of grief passed between them as he held her tight. He squeezed her yet tighter when Gina explained how she stayed with Paul, accepting this calm, working housewife role as the next phase of her life. Dreams forgotten, or abandoned, she had settled.

Dan had hated her at first, but at last accepted her.

And then, one day, Aiden reappeared to attend college. And Gina admitted having him around in the mornings was pleasant, how she enjoyed chatting with him after his runs, and liked that he seemed so kind.

“And I promise to always be kind to you, Gina.”

Aiden brought his mouth to her trembling lips. After catching the slight shock from her at his use of her first name, he gazed into her tear-streaked eyes as he lifted her from his lap.

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