Chapter 7

As the sun reached its zenith, the pair swam back to the boat, where they lounged under the sun for a while. The warmth, both from its rays and from having Mrs. Davis near him, brought a grin to Aiden’s face. Breaking the silence, a loud grumble from his stomach produced a chuckle from Mrs. Davis. She rolled her head and shaded her dark eyes as she smiled.

“All that exercise make you hungry?”

Without answering, Aiden raked his fingertips through the oily gleam atop her warm abdomen, gave the arching, moaning woman an impish grin, and clambered to his feet. Her eyes tracked him as he climbed into the cockpit. With a quick turn of his wrist, Aiden twisted the key, and the engines roared to life.

It was only a brief trip across the water before they came into sight of a crowded pier side eatery.

“It’s a pretty good lakeside café.” Aiden pulled the boat closer.

“Does it have yogurt?” Mrs. Davis asked with a seductive smile as she slid into her bikini bottoms.

With a laugh, Aiden glided past her, running his palms over her glistening frame, before heading forward to secure them. Huffing in his wake, Mrs. Davis bit her lower lip and adjusted her top to cover what little it covered.

By the time they stepped onto the dock, most of the men and a lot of the women followed the rhythmic motions of her tiny bikini. The season hadn’t begun yet, and it wasn’t a weekend, so the other lunch patrons were local workers. Their eyes either bugged out or crinkled in disdain while she nestled tight to Aiden.

At first, Aiden sensed her nervousness, but once he wrapped her scantily clad body under his arm, she nestled against him. Even as she calmed, echoes of her strutting heels reverberated across the water as they clacked along the wooden planking.

Aiden is not Paul.

Aiden jerked at the thought. After a quick glance at her, she snuggled tighter to him.

After a quick glance at the prominent “Sit Anywhere” sign next to the empty hostess podium, Aiden picked a table along the outer railing and settled onto the bench facing the restaurant. Since he expected Mrs. Davis to sit across from him, her back to the ogling faces, Aiden’s chest tightened when she followed him. With a soft sigh, her warm, shiny body glided next to him, while she locked eyes with the other customers.

Stare at me. I am his.

As she challenged them, she clutched Aiden. And a smile slid over his face as he stared out at the crowd of wide-eyed patrons.

And she is mine.

With a soft moan, Mrs. Davis, keeping her eyes on the others, gnawed and kissed his chest and shoulder. His outstretched fingers clenched her roiling abdomen as she ground against him.

“God, all those men’s eyes staring at me are making me so horny,” she murmured into his ear. “They want me so much, but I am your woman.”

Aiden’s entire frame tensed as her fingertips skimmed his swelling crotch.

You own me, master.

Chest tightening, Aiden looked at her, sucking on his neck. She had not spoken.

With a moan, she lurched upwards and drew his earlobe between her lips. “You know what else, my master?”

Now his heart hammered, and he swallowed as he scanned the ogling patrons; Aiden shook his head.

She was about to unburden herself once more. “I would walk over to any of them and suck them off for you.”

A gasp shot from his mouth, and his eyes became saucers.

Shock?

Mrs. Davis shot him an impish, seductive grin. After a loud gulp, Aiden sucked on his lips.

“If you wanted me too, master. If you ordered me. I would do it. For you, master.”

Gaze locked on her gleaming eyes; Aiden struggled for air.

As she looked at the crowd, Mrs. Davis’ nipples were rock hard and poked him through the tiny black triangles of her bikini top. With another soft moan, the vixen lowered her head and glided her warm, moist lips along his neck.

As he stared at her in disbelief, Mrs. Davis moaned once more and looked at him. “Oh, and you’d love to watch me, master. Oh...,” she whispered, then chewed her lips. “The other holes are yours, master, unless...?” With a playful grin, Mrs. Davis’ eyes blazed. Both their pulses raced. “Oh, yes, I would fuck them for you, master,” Mrs. Davis whispered in a hoarse, hungry voice.

Squirming tighter to him, she was a fount of barely contained lust. And the ring roared; its searing heat engulfed him, except ... Except he didn’t have it with him. This was all her. And it was reacting to her desire. Even as Aiden was stunned by her, it wanted. The ring had chosen well ... For him.

After nipping her teeth along Aiden’s neck once again, she added. “I would fuck all of them for you if you asked me, my master.” Eyes flicking from her gleaming eyes to the crowd, Aiden was silent, only grunting when her fingers squeezed his aching manhood. “Would you like me to fuck them, master? Which one?”

Her eyes swept the crowd. “Or all of them?” At his gasp, her eyes returned to him and widened before she added as her soft tongue swept his lips. “I would—for you.”

Soft huffs escaped her as Mrs. Davis once more scanned the open-mouthed faces which were trying, and failing, not to cast constant, furtive glances at them. As she licked her glistening lips, she turned, leaned in and gazed deep into Aiden’s wide eyes. “I will do anything you tell me to do, master.” After sliding beneath his waistband, her fingers caressed him under the table. The entire restaurant watched. “Anything—for you.”

Though several people gasped and pointed, Aiden’s cock pulsed and swelled under her fondling fingers. Their eyes met; he enjoyed them being seen together. A lot. Even as a short exhale puffed from his lips, her other hand grasped his and slid it into her bikini bottom. As she uncrossed and spread her legs for him, her white teeth pressed on her shiny, plump lower lip. Eyes widened and whispered comments began amongst their audience as his fingers sank deep into her under the tiny triangle of black material.

“God, I’m so sore, master. But so fucking turned on...” Her words became a low, feral moan as his fingers drove deeper to gouge her soft, heated slickness; her body arched and her lips parted. The watchers could see what he was doing to her. “You drive me insane, master.”

As he moaned in the vixen’s stroking grip, Aiden caught sight of a waitress. The cute little blonde with gleaming green eyes walked up, oblivious to what was happening beneath the table and the murmured voices of their audience.

“Hi, I’m Tina. I’ll be your server. What’ll ya’ll have?”

With a clench of his shaft, Mrs. Davis purred into Aiden’s ear, whispering what she wanted. Having now seen Mrs. Davis’ hand buried inside his trunks, the waitress’s smile transformed into an open-mouthed, wide-eyed stare. The girl’s eyes ballooned when she spied the bulbous mushroom head rising under his waistband.

“My horny little slut will have the burger and fries.” Aiden smiled at the server’s flushed face. “I’ll have the same. And more water, please.”

After Tina staggered away, glancing back over her shoulder, Mrs. Davis spoke into his ear between soft licks. “Oh, you like her, master,”

“She’s cute.”

When he swirled his fingers inside her after answering, her soft, warm fingers squeezed and stroked quicker. While trying not to choke, Aiden gulped his water. Whimpers rolled from her lips as Mrs. Davis continued to ride his fingers and fondle him under the gazes of several patrons.

“You’d better knock it off, Gina. Or you’ll end up in jail or getting gangbanged in the alley.”

With a loud moan, she sucked hard on his neck.

I would like that. A lot.

Aiden gulped and his fingers froze. Mrs. Davis settled on his unmoving palm and stared at him, squeezing the base of his mast. Their eyes locked and a loud groan ripped from her; he had heard her thought. With another gulp, he removed her clenching fingers from his trunks and lifted his shiny digits from her bikini.

At first, a sigh shot from her mock pouting mouth as she lay panting on his shoulder until he lifted his glistening hand. With her twinkling eyes smiling up at him, she engulfed his dripping digits with her soft, full lips. Aiden gasped when she inhaled and swirled her tongue over and through his fingers. As he gnawed his lips, his cock pulsed.

I love making my audience happy.

Aiden nodded even as he struggled with her being in his mind. “You’re amazing, Gina.”

She threw him a smile after his fingers left her lips. “I am, aren’t I?” Once more, she scanned the furtive glances and sighed. “And to think that I was just a bored working housewife.”

Still flashing the seductive smile while licking along his dangling fingers, Mrs. Davis added. “Now look at me. I’m Aiden’s naughty little slut.” While chewing on the corner of her lower lip, her gaze flicked to him. “And I like that—a lot.”

Indeed, she did. Aiden knew.

I know.

She smiled.

No sooner had they left the dock than Gina strutted past Aiden, smiled at the patrons still ogling her, and once more stripped from her miniscule bikini. When she settled across the foredeck, a purr left her lips as the warm deck met her shivering back. The bright afternoon sun warmed her glistening skin.

The aroma of her sex and suntan lotion brought a grin to her face. And a moan escaped her lips after looking at Aiden. As she ignored catcalls and whistles from passing boaters, Aiden eased the ungainly craft off into the lake.

A sigh slipped from her as she lay back, closed her eyes and stretched, knowing his gaze was on her arching body under the sun. She was content—more content than she’d ever been in her life.

At the café, she hadn’t meant to say those things...

Yes, I did.

With a quick nod and a swift sweep of her tongue over her shiny lips, Aiden’s desire flared. It was just—well, it just seemed right. With Aiden. It was right, even though he was unconvinced she would, or could, restrain herself. She rolled her head to stare up at the young man. His brow was furrowed even as he hungrily scanned every inch of her gleaming tanned frame. Aiden’s concern and his—fear. Not fear for him. No, he feared for her. Not like her ignorant husband, who only feared for himself.

Once he anchored them back in the lagoon, Gina forced herself to remain still and silent with her eyes closed, even as Aiden settled next to her. Her heart hammered. After a long sigh, he rolled onto his side. Shivers broke out across her skin and warmth spread deeper when he ran his fingers through the sweat and lotion on her torso. Air shot from her lips when they circled and poked at her nipple stems.

Curiosity and concern—deep concern.

Gina had shocked him with her clear, no, aggressive, desire to perform for him. She swallowed even as a sharp exhale blasted from her when he rolled her throbbing nibs. She opened her eyes to his serious eyes.

Even as her chest continued to pound under his tightening fingertips, Gina owed him the rest of the story. After swallowing, she spoke in a soft voice. “That boy. Under the bleachers. The reason. Well, one reason I was so determined to find him again...”

Eyes unblinking, Gina paused to suck on her lips. Eyebrows raised, both his silent gaze and the surging heartbeat in his chest ... Aiden could feel her reticence, but ... What she had done at the cafe. She needed to explain—and quickly. The ring waited. As shock and discomfort swirled within him, Aiden also waited; his hand, trembling, fell away from her.

Again, she flashed him a tight grin. His concern was for her, not for himself.

“The boy, he looked down at me, while I still panted and with his cum dripping from my chin, and said...” She hesitated, remembering the feelings from that afternoon so many years ago. “He said he would bring his friends next time as well.”

With a sharp gasp, Aiden’s face turned ashen. At first, her eyes blurred with tears, fearing he thought the worst of her. But she gazed deep into his shining eyes and her heart raced.

He wasn’t judging her. Not at all.

He is concerned.

Only for me.

“I came again and again after he left, thinking about his friends, around me, inside me, on top of me, and under me. I wanted that, Aiden. So badly.” With a swift lick of her lips, Gina paused and stared into Aiden’s warm, but still wide, eyes. At that moment, she trusted him more than any other man—with all her heart and soul.

“I’ve told no one about that part.” Gina swallowed and added. “Frankly, I had almost forgotten about it until today, at the cafe. It came back with a vengeance and I know why.”

“Why?”

“To do anything like that means I am with somebody who I really trust. Somebody who won’t let things get too out of hand. As a kid, under the fucking bleachers, I didn’t think about that, but I am a bit smarter now.”

“And you trust me?”

Her fingers sought his, and she squeezed the large digits in her own oily grip. “You know I do. You know it well. That’s why I can say all those things—to you.” Then her hand slipped up to clutch his bicep, and her eyes flared. “And that’s why I would do those things. For you, master, but only if you’re there, with me.”

For a long time, Aiden said nothing as they stared at each other. His curious face. Their weird magical bond. Gina shuddered.

Fear. Confusion. Desire. Curiosity. Concern.

“Oh,” slipped from her lips.

Love.

Her heart skipped a beat; Gina hadn’t expected love. As their eyes met, his were laser focused on her. Their heartbeats matched. It had been so long. After all the years with Paul, the soft pulsing heat of his soul sliding around hers was refreshing. Did the ring do that? If it did, she ... She never wanted the feeling to end. At last, a grin, warm and ... nice, slid across Aiden’s stony face. A loud sigh fled her as she breathed at last.

After a long sigh, Aiden lay back and stretched out on the white deck. With a soft exhale, Gina settled next to him and both lay quiet, although they shared intense waves of emotion for a long while. Aiden was as stunned as her; neither had expected love out of this meeting. Lust, yes. But she met his needs, and he met hers, in so many other ways. When his hand skimmed down her arm and gripped her shaking fingers, Gina permitted herself a long whimper.

As Gina let the warm sunlight bake her, she reminisced; in silence, they shared the memories. The quiet mornings. The mutual respect for each other. Both their wandering eyes. Her hunger, trapped in a loveless marriage. His loneliness. They just fit together. They had for a while. The ring had just linked them tighter. It allowed them to share on a much deeper level. And that deeper level was ignited into roaring flames within Gina ... and Aiden.

Even though his words already slid into her mind, Aiden rolled his head to smile at her and nod. Gina’s love wrapped tight around his as he spoke in a firm, even tone. “Perhaps. But only when and where I think it’s safe.”

Her master, her love, had told her it will happen. Aiden did not ask. With a swallow, she slid her hand onto his warm chest and nodded as her heart raced. “Yes, master.”

After lying side by side all afternoon, Aiden clambered from her sliding fingers. With a long sigh, Mrs. Davis gazed up at him, but he slipped back into his trunks. She knew Aiden’s concerns. And that she had crossed a line at the cafe. An uncomfortable line he never imagined—at all. And that was saying a lot. He was a college kid with an active imagination and an extensive porn collection.

But what Mrs. Davis said.

And how she had said it.

And the fact she kept calling him ‘master’ was so far beyond any fantasy he had ever conceived. It was unsettling. And arousing. He throbbed.

The ring murmured.

And then, Aiden gazed out at the glasslike water. And the love. How would this work? She was married. Loveless or not. And ... His eyes swept her splayed out, tanned frame gleaming in the heat. And she was older than him. Gorgeous, but...

After shaking his head, Aiden moved to weigh anchor, start the engines, and guide them from the sunlit cove. As he piloted them towards home, he could not tear his view from Mrs. Davis’s tanned, glistening body. Now on her side, her eyes glittered up at him; her face inscrutable. She sensed his ... Concerns? Issues? Aiden didn’t know. Hell, with the ring pulsing in his soul, Aiden didn’t know much of anything anymore.

Even after his agreement, a swirl of her conflicting desires, fears, and hopes flowed through him. Her glinting eyes as she played in her folds told him ... She knew and wanted him ... wanted him to understand. She would play. But only for him. Now her love, intense and wrapping him tight, added to the waves of desire slicing through him. Quivering, he struggled to focus on sailing them towards the distant shore and his family’s home.

Aiden swallowed as Mrs. Davis slipped back into her miniscule swimsuit. And, when she passed him, heading into the shade, he flashed a nervous grin before she settled onto the white cushioned seat behind him.

Still mulling over everything she had said, and done, at the café, Aiden pulled into the boathouse. Silent, he stepped past her to lash them to the dock, and shut off the engines. Without looking at her, he curtly, more curtly than he intended, spoke. “Go on and shower. I’ll clean up out here.”

“I can help, master.” She stood, waiting to assist him.

Unbidden and from that dark space where his deepest anxiety reigned, Aiden shook with flashing fear and ... then anger. Heightened by the intensity of the love, all the emotions and images since the ring’s arrival blasted through him in a massive fountain. Gasping under the sensory overload, he whirled to face her. Chin trembling, Mrs. Davis paled, sensing his annoyance before his first word.

“Are you really going to call me ‘master’ from now on?” Aiden, his hands clenched, stared at the shaking woman. As soon as he spoke, he jerked at the wellspring of fear that shot from him. He wasn’t angry at her. He was angry at the ... At the complication? The fear he would fail. Who was he to be anyone’s master? Whatever the fuck that really meant.

Though she started at his curt question, Mrs. Davis hesitated before gazing at him. As his chest went taut at the desire blazing from her, Aiden knew she felt his confusion and concern.

After clasping her hands, she swallowed and nodded. “Yes, I am. I like it. You’re not my husband, and you are far more than my lover.” Her tongue flicked over her lower lip. It was no longer trembling. “I kind of ... No, fuck that! I definitely enjoy being—owned.”

“Really?” Aiden replied. “You can go from being demure Mrs. Davis to being my ‘Oh, let’s fuck now’, or ‘Why don’t you go fuck a stranger for me, sex slave?’”

As she kept her gleaming eyes locked on him, she rose to her feet. No tremor shook her. A wave slammed into him; her love wrapped around his and hugged it tight. The ring sang. Her jaw was set as she nodded. “Yes.” After a long pause, she added. “What would you like me to call you?”

Before Aiden could reply, and now shaking as the tension raced through her, she barreled on. “Because nobody else ... Nobody ever in my life has been more dominating and more controlling and...” As she clenched her hands tighter, she paused, eyes gleaming before adding. “ ... more goddamned caring than you! Nobody!”

Though waves of confusion and concern flew from him, her rising desire, now melded with love, slashed back at him. Mrs. Davis had given this a lot of thought. “Look, Aiden.”

Her barely restrained chest puffed out, Mrs. Davis stepped forward. Aiden trembled at the massive emotions battering him as she explained what she felt. No, that was wrong. Aiden’s chest tightened. It wasn’t just what she felt. Or something she just believed. To her, this was the rock solid truth.

“You give me what I crave. Paul can’t. Now that I am... ‘reignited?’ I don’t know. We both know that ‘turned on’ doesn’t cover how I feel about you, anymore.” With a sniffle, her dark eyes watered. As their love swept past each other, tentative and waiting, her fear and loneliness pounded into Aiden. “I’d rather not go bar-hopping to find strange men who may or may not do the things you can do, ring or no damned ring. And...” Eyes wide, she quivered.

As he let out a long sigh, Aiden nodded and finished her thought. “I’d rather you didn’t either.” She knew. She was his. Whether or not he wanted her.

“So, it seems, my ... My master, that you are stuck with me.” Mrs. Davis flashed a tight smile as tears rolled down her cheeks. “And I rather like being stuck with you. It’s like I said. I trust you like nobody else. Nobody.” Mrs. Davis hung her head and sniffled before lifting her face and exclaiming. “Is it wrong? Fuck it! I don’t know! I only know what I want. Things have ignited or reignited in me. Scary things, I know, Aiden. But you are the one person on this whole damned planet who really knows me. And...,”

“You love me,” he added, swallowing and licking his lips.

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