Aiden’s been gone for a week now. The time elapse doesn’t make my heart grow any fonder. His absence makes it ache. It’s a cool, empty Arizona night. And it’s on nights like these that I especially miss him. I lay in our empty bed. On his side of the mattress. Trying to soak up as much of the warmth that he had left behind as I can. It’s well after two a.m. but I can’t sleep. I turn onto my side and exhale.
Our wedding is next week. Though I’ve spoken to Aiden every day and night, I’m worried that he might not be back in time. His trip to Texas had been one headache after another. Afton refused to let him see the kid. On top of that, she refused to consent to a blood test. So, Aiden had to call his lawyer friend who specialized in family law to take Afton to court. And that’s where we stand.
I flop onto my back and stare up at the tray ceiling. What if this paternity suit drags out for months, even, years? Will I have the strength to keep going? I close my eyes only to open them again. I just want Aiden home where he belongs. None of this is his fault. I put the blame squarely on Afton. Maybe her plan all along was to get Aiden away from me so she could try to get him back. But there never was a ‘them’. Just one drunken night.
A craving for a bowl of fruit pebble cereal washes over me. I don’t feel like going to the kitchen because a) I don’t have the strength and b) I don’t have that kind of cereal in the house. A run to the big box store up the street is out of the question. The baby growing inside of me will just have to wait until morning. I press my lips together. What if Afton’s kid is Aiden? Ours will have an instant brother and Aiden will have two kids.
That means the kid will be staying with us for holidays. Some weeks. Weekends. Not to mention trips to Texas for school events. Graduation. And I’ll have to see Afton. Which means that I’ll have to be cordial and not punch her like I want to.
“Cyd,” Aiden calls.
The bedroom door creaks open. I sit up in time to see Aiden’s figure cross the threshold. Suddenly, I’m paralyzed. My voice lodges in my throat. Without a word, he tosses his duffle bag on the floor and makes his way to the bed. My heart resumes pounding in my chest.
“Aiden?” I finally squeak out.
“Don’t. I need to be inside of you.”
He shrugs off his coat. Then, pulls his sweater over his head. The dark bedroom conceals the rest of his strip show from my view but I know his body like the back of my hand. I have each hair, each mole memorized. I know his eyes are the most piercing blue ever invented. His hair is dark and wavy . The skin on his athletic frame is pale with a slight olive tinge to it. I bite my lip as he crawls his way toward me. Aiden gently tugs my lip from between my teeth and takes my mouth in a passionate, deep kiss.
Aiden pushes down the sheet to reveal my nude body. His hands curve around the fullness of my breasts. My dark nipples spring to attention. He swipes them roughly with his thumbs and all I can do is moan. I sink back against the mattress. My thighs part on their own. The tip of his cock glides into me. The walls of my pussy expand and contract around his girth. Damn, I missed him.
He leans up on his elbows, then the palms of his hands. His hips arch hard into mine. Push the rest of his length into me. I hold on to his solid arms to brace myself from the impact of his thrusts. Just the way I like it.
I want to outlast him for once. Match him thrust for thrust. But I can’t. My climax crashes into me head on. Leaves me dizzy and spent, but wanting more. I know he’s not done. Aiden makes love the way a chef creates a meal. There is a beginning, a middle and several ends with lots of nibbling in between.
His momentum slows down. Stops. I can feel him looking down at me, but can’t really tell in the darkness. I can imagine his intense blue eyes staring at me. My nipples swell, harden. The only sound in the room is me panting. I arch my hips. Aiden doesn’t move. I shiver.
“What is it?” I ask finally.
“Thank you. Thank you for not bolting when this came up. Thank you for standing beside me.”
I swallow the lump that formed in my throat, but it won’t go down easily. Now, I’m worried. What happened in Texas that brought all this on? Right now, I don’t want to know. I just want him to lose control for once. Turning my head, I press my lips against his wrist and plant kisses up his arm as I sit up. I’m stunned that he lets me turn him onto his back.
I straddle his hips. Reaching between us, I put his cock back in place. I ride him hard. The bed ebbs and surges under my movements. Aiden grunts. I lean down. Press my lips against his. I devour his mouth slowly, deliberately. My own climax swirled in my pussy. Threatened to spill over. I hold on to it as long as I can but it eases out of me. I moan.
Aiden’s grunts turn into pants. His body tenses. When he explodes, I nestle my pussy around his cock to absorb every drop. He swiftly flips me onto my back. I swallow. Brace myself for what might happen next. Instead, he rolls off of me and lies on his side. Once he’s comfortable, he pulls me to his chest. I snuggle against him. I’m so glad he’s home.
My stomach growls. Loudly. Aiden chuckles.
“I brought you a present,” he says.
“It’s in my bag.”
Like a child on Christmas, I break free from his hold and sprint to his duffle bag. I turn on the overhead light. I pull out the box inside. It’s a box of fruit pebble cereal wrapped in a bright red bow.
Now, as I sit in my office and think back on that night more than a month ago, I wonder if Aiden was trying to warn me as to how bad it might get with this whole paternity mess. We got married. Went on our honeymoon to Montreal. But, it was like a black cloud was hanging over us and threatening to drop down at any minute.
At the wedding, I was so afraid that Afton would show up to disrupt it. I kept watching the entrance, expecting her to waltz in at any minute. She didn’t. But, that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. That’s exactly how I’ve been feeling most of the time. Like she’s going to show up and totally mess up my life. Until the paternity is solved, I doubt that I will feel any different. I take solace in going to work to get my mind off of hiring a hitman.
I sit behind my desk. Instead of signing the contracts in front of me, I stare at the black ink until the words become blurry. Of course, I’m crying. Again. Damn hormones. I wipe my eyes with a tissue. Aiden is meeting with his team of lawyers today. They are trying to hammer out a solution. Frankly, I don’t see one.
“Hungry?” Stace asks.
I jump. I didn’t hear her come in. But, then, my office door was open. I shake my head. She walks over to me and wraps her arms around me. I rest my head on her shoulder. This is one of the times that I’m glad I work with my best friend.
“You need to eat something.”
I shrug. “I had some tea this morning.”
“That’s not food. Come on. Let me feed you.”
I pull away from her and wipe my eyes. “No. I’m fine.”
“Like hell, you are,” She snorts, pulling me to my feet. “Besides, I need to feel like I’m doing something to take care of you.”
I sigh. “Okay.”
We end up at the deli that’s a few doors down from work. In no time, I’ve devoured a chicken salad sandwich and a bowl of broccoli soup. So much for not being hungry. Stace picks at her garden salad. She hasn’t said a word since we left the office. I eye her. It’s not like Stace to be so quiet.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
I stare at her. Stace tosses her fork onto the table. She pauses to brush her blond hair from her blue eyes before stating, “We’re moving.”
My heart sank. I had broken off a chunk of my pumpkin spice cookie but don’t eat it. The baby protests by kicking me. Quickly, I shove it in but chew slowly.
“Paul was offered a job coaching in high school football in Baltimore. He accepted.”
I nod. “Well, you’ll be closer to his family.”
“I don’t want to go,” she whispers.
“He’s wanted to coach for a long time,” I remind her.
Stace sips her iced coffee. “I know. I just didn’t think he’d get it.”
“Maybe, this will be a great thing. We’ve talked about opening another office. Maybe, we can do it in Baltimore.”
She nodded. “That’s true.”
I polish off the last of my cookie. I am so sad that Stace will be leaving me. But, I can’t let it show. This time, I’m going to have to be the strong one. Just like I have to be with Aiden. When we return, Aiden is waiting for me. He kissed me on my cheek in the lobby. The, follows me down the hall to my office. He’s silent. Which means something is wrong.
Inside the office, I let him help me take off my coat and lock the door. He drapes it over the back of one of my guest chairs. I watch him move to sit in my executive chair, then, motion for me to join him. Aiden pulls me into his lap. He’s wearing his favorite three piece black suit with a royal blue shirt, and striped tie. The combination makes his eyes appear like they are made of ice.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I’ve got some news, but I want to soften the blow first.”
My stomach flops. Aiden reaches up and unfastens the first three buttons of my shirt. He slides his hand under the fabric to cup my left breast. The news must be horrible if he has to soften the blow like this. Still, I feel my nipple harden against the cup of my lavender bra. I tilt my eyes and sweep his lips with mine.
Aiden releases my breast. His hand flows down my torso to find the hem of my skirt. As he scrunched up my skirt to expose my thighs, he takes my mouth in a hard kiss. This must be some really bad news. The suspense is killing me. I lean away and look into his unwavering gaze. Before I can speak, he covers my lips with his index finger. He returns his hand to my lap. Through the crotch of my panties, he rubs my clit.
I do. Aiden pulls my panties down my legs. He repositions me on his lap. Spreads my legs. My clit quivers when his warm finger tough it. He strokes my orb until it tightens. I wrap my arm around his shoulder to brace myself for both the news and my climax. Neither happen. Instead, he roughly thrusts his index finger in to my pussy. I feel my walls clench around it, but he doesn’t move his finger. The anticipation is killing me.
“Don’t move,” he commands. “Don’t cum.”
I bite my lip. Do my best to hold on to the orgasm that desperately want to be let free. Aiden’s lips brush against my neck. He holds his finger in place. And I so want to move against it. I know he can sense me fighting it. He shakes his head.
“Take your tit out and put it in my mouth.”
My hands shake as I unbutton my blouse. Shove it open. I pull out my breast and rub my nipple against his lips. He takes it greedily. His gentle suckles trigger a flood of wetness in my pussy. I moan. Clutch his shoulder and try my best not to move. It’s a losing battle. Especially when I can feel his dick harden beneath my butt cheek.
Aiden reaches his free hand around my waist. He pulls my legs further apart. His finger slides in deeper. And he adds his middle finger. Damn it! Releasing my nipple, he presses his lips against the side of my breast.
“I’ve heard from Afton.”
I blink. “Okay.”
“She wants to meet.”
His fingers remain stationary inside of me. I close my eyes. I want cum so bad. I inch my hips forward. Sensing my intent, he removed his fingers and rests them on my opening. I grab his wrist to but his hand back in place. He snatches his arms from my grasp. I sigh in frustration. Aiden thrusts his fingers back inside of me. Again, he doesn’t move them.
Slowly, I realize what Aiden just said. Afton wants to meet with me. I look at him.
“What? Why?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I’ve told her no. She said the only way I’ll know the truth is if you meet with her.”
“Will you be there?”
He shakes his head. “She requested to meet with you alone.”
Aiden moves his finger up to stroke my clit. I close my eyes. Fight the rising climax. With a sigh, I allow my head to roll back.
“Don’t,” he says.
I’m not sure if he means don’t cum or don’t meet with Afton. I really don’t want to meet with her. But, if it will bring us closure, I will. He traps my bud under his finger and swirls it. Mercy. I swallow my tongue. I tense. Clutch his shoulder. Aiden presses his lip against the side of my breast.
“The choice is yours,” he says. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know,” I pant. “But, if it will help your case-.”
Fuck it. I let my orgasm go. I slump against his chest. Aiden kisses my temple. He removes his hand and holds me while the tremors subside.
“I’ll do it,” I say. “I want this to be over.”
“So, do I. Thank you.”
I climb to my feet. Then straighten my clothing. Aiden does the same. He kissed me on the lips, and then, bends to kiss my belly.
“I’d like to play with you some more,” he says. “But, I have to get back to the office. See, you at home?”
I watch him leave. I hope this meeting will be the end of this and we can get back to normal.
Three nights later, I walk into a noisy and crowded Red Robin. I thought this was an odd choice for this type of meeting. Especially because she was the one who chose the location. But, I don’t care. I had tried to dress for the occasion, but could only muster up enough energy to throw on Aiden’s Falcon’s jersey, a pair of sweats and sneakers. I sigh as I adjust my baseball cap and scan the lobby for Afton.
I’ m still uneasy about this. Why is this necessary? Aiden advised me that if I felt the need to punch her, to get up and walk out. Now, that I’m here, I can’t make that promise. I spot her at a table in the bar area. The hostess leads me over to her. Afton is, of course, overdressed in a pink sheath, patterned blazer and nude stiletto heels.
Her hair is darker than I remembered it. With blond streaks. And her skin is tanner. She is talking into her smartphone as I struggle to climb into the high seat. The waitress appears. Though I really need a drink, but can have one, I order a water. Afton turns to shield the conversation from my ear. Whatever, bitch. While she ignores me, I text Aiden that I’m here.
Leave if you feel uncomfortable.
Do you want me to come in?
No. She might call it off.
Okay. I’m in the parking lot if you need me.
I know. I love you.
Love you, more.
I smile. My water arrives. I wasn’t going to order anything, but the baby must smell that food is near and keeps kicking me. So, I order the blue cheese burger and fries. Now, Afton hangs up. She taps her French manicured nails on the top of a white envelope.
“I’m glad you could make it,” she says.
“Cut the bullshit, Afton. What’s this about?”
I frown. “What?”
“You went through with the wedding. I didn’t think you would.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She shrugs.”Not every woman would marry a man who might have a secret love child.”
“Not every woman is equipped to handle something like that. But, I’d walk through fire for Aiden if I had too.”
Afton nods in understanding. “He’s a good man.”
I tilt my head to the side and study her. “Did you want me to run?”
“It doesn’t matter, now. I just thought we’d talk. As women.”
I raise my eyebrow. Only one of us is a woman at this table and it’s not her. The waitress brings my food. I cut my burger in half and take a bite. Damn, Red Robin from making such good burgers. I take another bite and wait for Afton to continue.
“I was surprised,” she says. “That any woman could tame him enough to get him to marry them.”
“What does that mean?”
“The time I spent with him was memorable. At times, I wished Aiden was my husband instead of Haul.”
I swallow. “Where is your husband?”
“Buried in Mount Olive Cemetery in Texas.”
“I’m not. For the first time in years, I’m free. And I can go after what I want.”
I set my burger down and dig into the fries. “Let me guess. That’s Aiden.”
She pauses to sip her iced tea. “It is a possibility that Kyle is his.”
“And? Aiden is an honorable man. He’ll do what needs to be done if Kyle is his.”
“I know. But, Kyle will need a father in his life.”
I sip my water. Still, wishing it was something stronger.
Afton continues, “That single night with Aiden made me a different woman. Do you know, that was the only time in my life that I-.”
I hold up my hand. “I get the picture.”
“We lost touch after that. I tried to track him down. But, those were the days before the internet that we have now. And when I saw the two of you in the restroom of that restaurant, I thought it was kismet.”
“And you assumed this was how you were going to get him?”
Again, Afton shrugs. “I had thought what you were doing was a fling. I didn’t think I’d have to use that card.”
“That card? He’s your son.”
“You know what I mean.”
I place my hands flat on the small table top. I have to so that I don’t punch her. A text from Aiden flashes on my phone. How’s it going? If only I could tell him.
“So,” I say after inhaling a long, deep breath. “Let me get this straight. All this, is because you want Aiden to make you cum, again?”
The people at the next table glance at us, but don’t comment. Afton squares her shoulders.
“Not, just again,” she replies softly. “And not just for one night. I want him permanently in my bed.”
I hold up my left hand. Flash my diamond and platinum band at her. “It’s too late for that.”
Afton shakes her head. “No, it isn’t. Give him up and I won’t make this as ugly as it can be.”
I sit back in my chair. The waitress appears and I ask her for a takeout box and the check. When she leaves, I look at Afton.
“Fuck you,” I say. “Who the fuck do you think you are to ask me to divorce my husband just so that you can have him, you selfish bitch!” I know, I’m almost yelling, but I don’t care. “You haven’t even told us if Kyle is Aiden’s yet.”
She holds up the envelope. “I have the results right here. All you have to do is walk away.”
I pick up my phone. Type Come get me before I kill this bitch! The waitress sets the box and check on the table, then, slinks away. Afton pays for her iced tea. She closes the black book and waits for my answer.
“No,” I say. “I’m not leaving Aiden. You do realized, I’m carrying his child.”
“Like you said, Aiden is an honorable man. He’ll do what’s necessary for your baby.”
Yeah, I’m gonna punch her. Before I can, Aiden appears at my elbow. The surprise on Afton’s face at his appearance is priceless. He kisses me on my cheek.
“What’s going on?” He asks. His voice is as tight as the tension at the table.
“Afton wants me to leave you,” I say. My hands shake as I pack up my food. Aiden stops me and finishes the task.
Aiden stiffens and looks at Afton. “Is this so, Afton?”
Afton gathers her things. She stands. “You’ve got two days.”
“Or?” I challenge.
“Stop with the games, Afton,” Aiden says. He moved to stand in front of her. “Is Kyle mine?”
Afton looks from me to him. The look in her eyes says she’s about to kiss him right in front of me. The look in my eye should tell her that if she tries anything, I’m going to drop her where she stands. The waitress comes to collect the check. Crap. I reach for my purse, but Aiden pulls some bills from his pocket. He gives them to the waitress and tells her to keep the change.
“I guess you’ll know in two days,” she says. And then, leaves.
Aiden turns to me. “What happened? Tell me everything, Cydnee.”
With his assistance, I climb off the chair. He listens to my recount of the meeting as we walk to the car. And, he’s pissed. I can tell by the way his jaw pulses. And the tight line he presses his lips into. Still, he holds the door open for me. Before, I get in, I touch his chest.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
Aiden leans toward me and presses his lips against mine. “You have no reason to be sorry.”
“We go home. I’ll call my lawyer. We’ll figure this out.”
I nod. I get in the car, wishing it was really that simple.
Two days have come and gone. My answer remains the same. Afton can kiss my ass. I will not now or ever leave Aiden so that she can have him. I’m so upset that this might cause Aiden to never know if the boy is his. Yet, he’s the one who keeps telling me not to worry. The stress is too much for me to handle. Am I’m grateful for my normal Saturday routine of walking around Tempe Town Lake with Stacey.
This, too, will be changing soon. Next week, she’s going to Pittsburgh with her husband to house hunt. It is unseasonably cold for Phoenix. Which means it’s about sixty degrees. I dressed in layers for the occasion. A navy parka over my yellow sweat suit with gloves. Stace, of course, is the poster model for Fitness magazine with a coral hoodie over her black t-shirt and sweatpants. I sigh.
“Aiden is so tense,” I tell her. “He’s gonna go off at any minute. But, I don’t know what to do. I’m not leaving him.”
“Of course not. And you shouldn’t. You need to do something to take his mind off of it.”
“That’s easier said than done.”
She shakes her head. “Not really. Considering.”
I frown. “What does that mean?”
“Blow his fucking mind.”
Stace looks at me. “Turn his ass out. Like he does you, all the time.”
I turn her advice over in my mind. “Maybe.”
“You want to borrow that dom video I was telling you about?”
I cringe and shake my head. “No.”
She shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
I elbow her. “What am I going to do without you? Whose gonna listen to me bitch and moan?”
“Me. But, you’ll just have to call me.”
We turn and walk back toward the parking lot.
“Speak of,” she says. “I think we should promote Hannah. You’re going to be on maternity leave this summer. I’m going to be in Pittsburgh. We need someone to step in.”
Hannah was one of the first representatives we had hired. She is dependable. Loyal. And I couldn’t think of a better person who could take on Stace’s role. I nod.
“Okay. Want me to call her?” I ask.
“Let’s do it on Monday. We can take her to lunch and spring it on her.”
I smile. “That sounds awesome.”
We hug and climb into our separate cars. I check my phone. Nothing from Aiden. I suppose that’s a good thing. Instead of going straight home as planned. I make a detour to the mall. And indulge in some retail therapy. And a giant cinnamon bun. When I pass the telephone vestibule that started it all, I blush.
I do understand where Afton is coming from. I was there not too long ago. But, Aiden is mine. And I’m not giving him up for anyone.
When I return home, Aiden is in the nursery putting the crib together. I lean against the doorway and watch him. He’s not wearing a shirt. Only a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. And no shoes. His dark hair is tousled as he adjusts his glasses to read the instructions.
“You don’t have to do that,” I tell him. “You’re too early and the store said they could send someone over.”
“I need to do something. Use up some of this energy.”
He shakes his head. My bottom lip quivers. Before I know it, I’m sobbing like a mad woman. And it’s one of those ugly cries with the hiccupping and a scrunched up face. Aiden abandons the directions. He rushes over to me and wraps me up in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I stammer.
“I told you to stop apologizing. Afton is the one who should be sorry.”
“I know. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You’re not. That’s never going to happen. No one can take me away from you. Especially not Afton. She’s not my type.”
“Really. I like dark meat, as your father puts it.”
Aiden chuckles. The rumble of his chest against my cheek is comforting. I calm down. I lean away to look at him. And then, I press my lips against his. Suddenly, I pull away to rush to the bathroom.
While I wash my hands, I start to think about Stace’s advice. I do need to turn Aiden out for once. As I do some mental planning, I realize that maybe that is the solution to this whole thing. Maybe its Afton needs to be turned out, too. I look at my reflection in the mirror. A wicked smile spreads across my face.
I decide Afton and I need to have another chat. A heart to heart talk. And not in a crowded family restaurant.
And I know just the place.
On Tuesday, I drive Afton through the plush part of Phoenix into the seedy area of south Phoenix, toward the base of the South Mountain. She looks out her window at the lapidated houses. The chickens and pit bulls that roam the sidewalks, and then at me.
“Where are you taking me?” She asks clutching her door.
This time, I am prepared for our meeting. I’ve had my hair blown straight so that it hangs in loose strands around my shoulders. I have on my new red wrap dress. Leopard print spiked heel boots. I’m driving my brand new suv which Aiden got me on Saturday. He thought my mid-sized car wasn’t safe enough. But, I wasn’t ready for a minivan. This white luxury suv was the perfect compromise.
And I look good in it.
Afton watches me out of the corner of her eye. I’m not going to kill her. Though, it has crossed my mind. And this place would be perfect to hide a body. I look at her. Her hair is pulled back in a bun. Black boatneck sweater tucked into a black pencil skirt. Hounds tooth print swing coat. Black pumps.
This will be fun.
I park in front of the abandoned looking warehouse in the middle of nowhere and climb out. It’s a place Stace hipped me to, though I don’t want to know how she knew about it. For a small fee, you can rent out the building, and some hired guns, for ‘extracurricular activities’.
Without glancing back, I walk toward the door and open it. The interior of the building is industrial standard. With steel walls. Concrete block columns. And chains hanging from the rafters. I take off my sunglasses and turn to look at Afton. She visibly quivers.
“I understand why it’s hard to let a man like Aiden go,” I tell her. “I was also in your shoes, once. I couldn’t orgasm to save my life and Aiden cured me.”
“What does that have to do with this?”
I pivot on my heels and walk toward the center of the room. I take off my coat and drape it over one of the two metal folding chairs.
“I used to think that was the only thing that was holding us together,” I continue. “But, over time, I’ve realized I don’t love him because he makes me cum. I love him because he is loving and caring. He’d do, and has done, anything for me. Just as I would do anything for him.”
Afton moves to stand in front of me. “How do you know that I don’t love him?”
“Because you wouldn’t be playing games with his life.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Again, what does you bringing me here have to do with that?”
“I realized that what you’re really chasing is how he made you feel that night. Not him. So, that’s what I’m proposing.”
Afton frowns. “What?”
“I make you cum. Hard. You give me the results and drop this bullshit.”
She laughs. “I don’t do kitty cat.”
“Neither do I. But, for Aiden I have.”
Afton’s smile fades. I turn my back on her, I untie the knot closing my dress and take it off. Beneath, I’m wearing a black lace bra and matching bikini panties. I sit on one of the chairs.
“Do we have a deal?” I ask her.
Afton looks around. “We could’ve done this in a hotel. Or, at least, some place nicer.”
I smirk. “Where’s the fun in that? What Aiden’s taught me is that sometimes, you need the danger to make it happen.”
She sighs. “Fine,” she says, taking off her coat.
I watch her strip off her sweater and skirt to reveal her white satin bra and panties. I must admit, she doesn’t have a bad body for a cougar. But, she’s not my type, either. I dig my smartphone out of my pocket. I send a text to my contact. I hear the front door creak open.
“And one more thing,” I tell her.
“What is it?”
“I’m not going to touch you.”
Afton turns as the three hired guns appear behind her. It took some doing finding three men who looked like Aiden and had the same prowess as him, but I found them at the bdsm club that Aiden had taken me to, and that Stace and her husband frequent.
Bryon, Steve and Chris all had athletic builds, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Chris sported a wicked tribal tattoo on his left biceps. And Bryon’s dark hair hung to his shoulders. They each wore tight black boxer shorts. Afton visible quivered. But, I notice she didn’t call if off. They seize her. Take her over to the long chains that dangle from the ceiling. Chris clamps handcuffs on her wrists. Steve holds her arms above her head, while Bryon hooks her wrists to the dangling chain.
Afton gasps. She looks at me. Then at the three men. Bryon covers her eyes with a blindfold he produces from his waistband.
“Do you want a safe word?” I ask her. Afton shakes her head. “Okay, then. Action!”
Chris roughly cups and squeezes her breasts. He unhooks the white satin and yanks it away from her skin. The straps snap. From what I can guess, she the augmentation has made her a large C cup. I roll my eyes. Fake bitch. I take a deep breath to keep my anger in check. I watch Steve kiss her up and down her spine while Bryon works to get her panties off. I can tell he’s not as rough as Chris. Bryon takes the time to slide them down her legs.
Steve steps away from the action. He takes off his shorts and slides a condom over his erection. I raise my eyebrow. Man alive! His dick is perfect. The right amount of vein to muscle with not a lot of hair. When the other guys follow suit, I nearly side off my chair. Chris is shaved. While Bryon’s hard ass had me licking my lips. Bryon’s eyes lock with mine. I sigh.
Man, if I wasn’t married…
Bryon hooks Afton’s legs over his arms. He spreads her wide and takes her from the front. He fucks her hard. Fast. He bites her pink nipple. She screams but it doesn’t sound like she’s in pain. Steve moves off to the left. He rummages through a duffle bag and pulls out a soft leather whip. My mouth falls open. I hadn’t specified for them to bring their own props. I wonder if they’ve done this before. Something tells me they have.
Steve stretches the talons of the whip so that the leather makes a slapping sound. Afton flinches. Chris lubes up. Takes her from behind. Bryon leans back. Steve runs the ends of the whip up and down the side of Afton’s torso. Over her breasts. She leans back against Chris. Neither he or Bryon have slowed their thrusts.
Bryon looks at me again. I lick my lips. Watching Afton get it, isn’t doing anything for me. But, watching Bryon, that’s another story. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pummels Afton’s pussy. Damn it. Moisture pools in my panties. I try to cross my legs. Can’t. I lean back in my chair. And spread my legs. Play with my swollen clit through the material of my panties. He watches me. I image his cock in me. Then, shake the image from my mind. Afton beings to shriek. He turns his attention back to her.
Steve whips all three of them. The sound of the leather hitting their skin fills the warehouse. As does Afton’s moans. I can tells that she’s going to cum. She does. The chains rattle. The three men stop. Look at me. I shake my head. They move away from her. Put on fresh condoms. Afton’s bun comes undone. Strands of her hair trickle down her back. Her tanned skin is pink in some spot from the whip.
This time, Steve takes her from behind. Chris kneels in front of her. He teases her with his tongue. Bryon is at the duffel bag. I gulp. Lord only knows what he’s going to come out of there with. I’d better get the results now. Standing, I walk over to her. I watch and hear another climax ripple through her. I keep the phone pointed in her direction to record it all.
“Afton. Where are the results?”
“Bag,” she sighs.
I walk back over to the chairs. In her black Chanel bag, I find the white envelope. I take it out and stare at it. I want to open it but that’s not for me to do. Aiden should be the first to see the results. I turn around. My eyes widen. Bryon is walking in my direction with some contraption in his hand. I lower my phone.
“What’s that?” I ask him.
“It’s a stimulator,” he says. “For you.”
My mouth goes dry. “Um-. I-.”
Bryon smirks. “It’s okay. I know Aiden. And I know he’ll kill me if I touch you without him present. So, this way you can get off while enjoying the show.”
“Thanks. I think.”
I take it from him. I look down at the device. A small, suction cup shaped like a pair of lips was attached to a tube that was attached to some type of pump. I frown. And, exactly how was I supposed to use this?
“Don’t worry, it’s safe,” he says, reaching out to touch my belly. He motions to the lips. “You put that over your clit.”
With that, Bryon turns and goes back to the action So, Bryon is a beast but sensitive. He smiles. It’s so sexy. I melt. Why does he have to be so hot? I put the envelope in my purse. Then, sit in one of the chairs. I set the phone on the seat of the empty chair.
I look up. Bryon is getting his dick sucked by Steve. I gasp. Look down at the stimulator. Yea, I’m probably going to need this. I slide the plastic lips beneath my waistband and fit it over my clit. With my free hand, I squeeze the pink bulb. Air tightens around my clit, as if mimicking someone suckling on it.
I glance at the scene. Chris has Afton all to himself. He strikes her pelvis with the whip. I turn my attention to the pairing next to them. Steve is deep throating Bryon. Bryon groans. He looks at me. Twists slightly so that I can see his cock is, in fact, all the way in Steve’s mouth. Mercy. I sit back in my chair. Spread my legs. Bryon pulls his dick out of Steve’s mouth. He turns around. Bends slightly over. Steve slides a fresh condom over his cock and spears Bryon in his ass. Bryon watches me. He grins.
My legs tremble. I squeeze the bulb in rhythm to Steve’s thrusts. Fuck. My climax overtakes me. I stop pumping. Remove the lips. I glance at Bryon. He nods his approve. I quiver. Although, I am very much attracted to Bryon, I wouldn’t go there. I love Aiden. I think I’d better go.
I drop the stimulator in my purse and quickly dress. I pick up my phone. It’s still running. I wonder if it captured my part but don’t stress about it. I switch it off. Gather my things and leave the building. I don’t look back. Hopefully, the contents of this envelope will bring Aiden the closure that he needs. And will get Afton out of our lives for good.
I never told Aiden what my plan was. Only that I was going to do something that I hoped will fix things. When I got home, Aiden was already here. He sat in the living room, watching one of the news channels. He questioned me with his eyes, but didn’t say anything. With a smirk, I sat my purse, the envelope and the phone on the table. He stood and moved to stand beside me. I leaned toward him. Kissed him. Gestured toward the phone.
“Push play,” I told him.
He looked at me, but followed the instruction. While he watched the show, I went upstairs to the bedroom. I showered and changed into sweats. When I returned to the kitchen Aiden was still watching the video. He glanced up at me. Rewound the tape and played it again. I laughed while I fixed dinner. It felt like a meat loaf kind of night.
And by the time, I slide the loaf into the over, Aiden had watched it a third and fourth time. I go join him at the kitchen table. He sets my phone on the table and folds his hand over it. I gulp. I can’t tell if he’s angry or pleased. His jaw pulses. His blue eyes blaze, but then, they always do. He turns his attention to me. I sit back in my chair.
“I can’t believe you did this,” he says quietly.
“I’d do anything for you. You know that.”
“But, this was extreme.”
“Yeah. I know. But, I didn’t think she’d give up the information any other way. It worked.”
Aiden nods. “Yes, it did.”
I press my lips together. Then, ask. “Are you mad?”
He shakes his head no. “Thank you.”
I exhale. I tilt my head toward his and press my lips to his. “Anytime. I just wanted this to be over as soon as possible.”
Aiden is silent. I slide the unopened envelope toward him. Aiden stares at it for a few moments. He picks it up and tears open the flap. After he reads it, it looks at me.
“Well?” I ask.
He hands me the paper. I read over the contents. One of the sentences catches my eye. Martez Washington is 99.99% the father of Kyle Lofton. I frown.
“Who’s Martez Washington?” I ask.
Aiden sits back in his chair. “I worked with him at the agency. He had taken Afton out one night when I couldn’t make it.”
I look at Aiden. “You knew about him?”
He shrugs. “When she came to me with this, I was suspicious. So, I hired a private investigator. He learned that Afton’s husband was also suspicious of the boy’s parenthood. Before he died, he ordered a paternity test be done and found out he wasn’t Kyle’s father either.”
“Exactly. He cut Afton out of his will. It was those results that we were trying to get our hands on, but his lawyer wouldn’t reveal them. Afton and Martez continued their affair for years. But, now they’re broke. The house is about to be foreclosed on.”
“And so she thought she’d try to get some money from you to fund their lifestyle.”
Aiden nodded. “The truth would’ve come out eventually.”
I reach for Aiden’s hand and hold it. “You’re not Kyle’s father.”
“No. I’m not. Looks like you’re stick with me.”
I kiss him. “I’m fine with that.”
He squeezes my hand. His expression turns serious. I swallow.
“Did you enjoy yourself? Did you like watching Afton get fucked?”
I shug. “No. It didn’t do anything for me.”
He looks at me. “You seemed-,” he pauses dramatically, “interested in Bryon.”
I try to swallow. “Well-.”
“What happened at the end of the video? What did he give you?’
I blush. “Nothing.”
Aiden frowns. “Don’t lie to me. I heard you come.”
I gasp. “I-.”
Aiden reaches for me. He pulls me into his lap. He reaches in to my purse and pulls out the stimulator. “What’s this?”
“Um-. It’s a stimulator.”
He nods. Setting in on the empty chair next to him, Aiden pulls me to him and kisses my jaw.
“Perhaps, we should arrange something. The three of us.” He says.
Aiden presses his lips against my throat. His breath is warm. I shiver. Close my eyes. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t now imagining the three of us together. My nipples harden. Aiden pulls my earlobe between his lips.
“You’ d like that. Wouldn’t you, Cydnee Michelle?”
I press my lips together. Aiden’s hand is on my breast.
“You’re thinking about it now,” he comments. “You want Bryon to fuck you while I watch. “
His hand moves down my torso. Settles between my legs. He gently massages my crotch. Mercy.
“And, you’d let him. Wouldn’t you? You’d let him fuck you in your pussy.”
“No. You. I want you.”
I clutch his shoulder. When I open my eyes, his hand disappears beneath my waistband. He inserts his finger into my pussy. Swirls it around. When he pulls out his hand, he brings his finger to his lips and licks off my essence.
Aiden pushes out his chair. I stand. He pulls down my sweatpants and panties. I tremble as he caresses the backs of my thighs. My ass.
“Bend over,” He commands.
I lean over the oak table. I hear Aiden climb to his feet. The first strike is soft. But, the one after that are hard. Deliberate. I brace myself as he spanks me with a hot hand. I try not to move against him. He stops. He moves behinds me. I hear him unzip his jeans.
“Want me to fuck you?” Aiden asks.
I nod. He spanks me hard. I squeal.
Aiden enters me. Fucks me from behind. I can smell the meat loaf getting crispy. Whatever. The world could cave in right now and I wouldn’t want him to stop for any reason. I climax. A few moments later, so does he. I slump against the table. He gathers himself. Pulls up his pants. I watch him wash his hand and take dinner out of the oven.
Slowly, I pull up my pants. I think about Stace’s words. That I need to turn him out. Payback. I smile. Aiden sets the loaf on the counter. He winks at me.
“I love you,” he says.
I smile. I can’t wait for it to be his turn.
The next day, Afton called to say she was dropping the paternity claim. Of course. Finally, we could return to normal. I was looking forward to it. In the weeks that followed, Stace moved to Pittsburgh. Hannah is our new partner, and my new best friend. Aiden’s been to New York and back on business. And his mother, and mine, have bombarded us with homemade baby ‘decorations.’
But, my plan is now ready for action.
It’s a month later. That Saturday, Aiden left the house to run some errands for me. While he was gone, I got the basement ready for my payback. I had called Bryon for advice on how to turn a man like Aiden out. He was so honest and forthcoming, that it made my heart flutter. He helped me to gather the necessary equipment, as I had no clue where to find a lot of the stuff he described. I learned, during our conversations, that he is in a relationship with a man named Alexander. Alex is such a lucky man.
By the time Aiden returned two hours later, I was a bundle of nerves. I sat in the family room, and tried to act like I was watching the animal channel. My hands shook around the remote. He breezed in from the garage. On the way to the kitchen, he kisses me on my forehead. I turn to watch him deposit the groceries on to the counter.
“What’s cookin’, good looking?” He asks.
I giggle. “Where did you get that?”
He shrugs. “My dad used to say it to my mom.”
“Aww. That’s sweet.”
Aiden moves beside me. He bends down and presses his lips against mine. “They were out of orange Jello. I got lemon. But, I got the whipped cream you asked for.”
He strips of his navy sweatshirt. My breath catches in my throat. Running five miles every day, along with weightlifting at the gym, have sculpted his body into perfection. He adjusts his glasses. Run his hand thorough his dark hair.
“I’m all sweaty from the gym,” he announces. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”
Aiden turns and dashes up the stairs. I run, or waddle, to the kitchen and quickly put away the perishable items. I go upstairs to the master bedroom. The water for the shower is still running. I strip off my pink tracksuit. Beneath, I’m wearing a black corset, black crotchless bikini panties, and fishnet thigh-high stockings. I sit on the bed to slide on the black leather boots I bought.
Finding an outfit that fit and allowed me to breathe was tough. But, Bryon pointed me in the direction of an exotic lingerie shop in West Phoenix that sold maternity wear. I didn’t want to know how he knew that. I pull out my ponytail holder and give my dark curls a shake. I exhale. Gather what I need.
The water stops. I walk toward the steam filled bathroom. Aiden emerges from the shower. He grabs a towel. Wipes his face. He sees me. Does a double take. Chuckles.
“What’s this?” He says.
I move to stand in front of him. Quickly, I place my hand on his shoulders and force him to his knees. He smiles up at me. I walk around behind him and push him over with my foot. Aiden lays face down on the floor. Briefly. He shift and start to sit him. I push him back down and hold him in place with my foot on his back.
“Cydnee,” he says.
Again he chuckles. “Let me up.”
I tear off a strip of the bondage tape that’s in my hand and cover his mouth with it. “I mean it, Aiden Edward. Hush.”
Aiden reaches up to take off the tape. I step on his wrist. He flinches. I bend over. Slap one end of the handcuffs over that wrist. He struggles with me as I bring his arm down. I didn’t expect him to give in, but I also didn’t expect him to fight with me. I shove his legs apart with my foot. Then, position it over his ass, so that the spiked heel of my boot rests above the opening of his anal cavity.
“Keep fighting me and it goes in,” I warn.
He winces and looks over his shoulder at me. He tears off the tape with his free hand.
“Cydnee. Be reasonable.”
I press down. The rubber tip of my heel goes in about an inch. Aiden’s eyes widen. I smile wickedly. Uh huh.
“I warned you,” I tell him. “Just relax.”
Aiden does. I release him and finish putting on the handcuffs to bid his wrists behind his back. I force him on to his knees. Moving to stand in front of him, I tear off another strip of tape and place it over his mouth. The look in his eyes is dark. Like I’m going to get it as soon as I let him go. I smile kiss him on his forehead.
“This is how this is going to work,” I say, tilting his head back with my finger so that he can see the serious expression in my eyes. “You’re my bitch tonight. What I say goes understand?”
Aiden nods. The look in his eyes still says that I’m in trouble. I go over to the vanity and open my drawer. Inside, I’ve hidden a leather penis collar and a metal chain leash. I pull it out. He frowns. Tries to talk but can’t because of the tape. I fashion the collar around his cock and balls. Attach the clip to the small d-ring on the collar.
When I straighten, I hold his head steady by his ears and rub my pussy against his face. I want to cum, but hold it in. I hope I can last long enough to do all that I’ve planned. Aiden grumbles. I pull away and yank on the leash.
“Let’s go,” I command.
Aiden climbs to his feet. I lead him to the basement. We rarely come down here. So, it was easy to set up most of it in the spare room, like the red and blue lights and the sheer black fabric over the windows and walls. The swing I hung while Aiden was out this afternoon. When he sees it, Aiden mumbles something, but I can’t understand him. Turning to him, I take off the tape over his mouth.
“What?” I ask.
“What are you doing?”
I run my hand over his tight pecs. “This is payback.”
He frowns. “For what?”
“All the times you’ve made my eyes roll back in my head. It’s my turn to do you.”
Aiden smirks. “I don’t think you’ve got the guts.”
I look up at him and raise my eyebrow. Oh, so now he was going to challenge me? I smile. Standing on my toes, I brush my lips against his. “Watch me.”
I walk Aiden over to the swing. I unfasten the handcuffs. Surprised that he doesn’t try to make a run for it or grab at me. I fasten his hand to the overhead strap that hangs next to the swing. I remove the collar from his cock and toss it on the floor. I flick my tongue over her blush hued nipple.
With my tongue, I trace the path over his chest, down his torso to the top of his cock. I lean back. Slide my hand between his legs and cup his sac. I run my finger over the tight skin. Release him. I walk toward the upright steamer trunk that Bryon let me borrow. Inside is an arsenal of toys. Bryon showed me how to use a few. The rest of them look pretty scary.
“Just give up, Cydnee,” Aiden says. “Let me out of this.”
“Don’t make me tape your mouth shut, Aiden.”
“I’m just trying to save you some embarrassment.”
I glance over my shoulder at him. He grins. It is so on!
I had planned to go easy on him. But, Aiden has forced my hand. I pull out a gag. Walk over to him. Shove the round ball in his mouth and tie the pieces behind his head. I go back to the armory. I retrieve a gyrating cock sleeve with attached nipple clamps. I go back over to him. Strap it on. The device has four settings and is controlled by a remote control.
The clamps massage his nipples while the silicone ring covers his cock and caresses it. I go to sit in the chair that is directly in front of him. I look at the remote. The standard massage function. Setting two both massages and pulsates. The third mode is the function that swirls, or gyrates, around his dick. The fourth is a fun free for all. He chuckles.
I start with the fourth setting. Aiden’s laughter dies down. Uh huh. I hit the button for the nipple clamps. He groans. Tugs on the chains. I hit him with setting one. While the sleeve works, I stand and go back to the trunk. I pull out a string of glass love balls. I had them in the freezer but took them out not to long ago. They are still cold to the touch, but not as cold as they were. I reach in the cabinet and pull out a tube of warming gel lubricant.
Moving back over to him, I stand behind him. I press my lips against his back. He grunts. I squirt the lube on my thumb. Smear it over his tight cavity. He tried to move out of my range, but the straps on his wrist won’t let him get very far. I giggle. Tease his opening with the first bead. He tenses. I can tell he’s clenching his muscles so I can’t put it in.
I step back. Put the cock sleeve on the fourth setting. I go to the trunk. Pull out a bar with ankle braces on the sides. I move back over to him. Force Aiden’s legs apart. Clamp the Velcro strap around each ankle. Aiden curses. At least it sounds like a curse. It’s my turn to chuckle.
“All you had to do was relax,” I told him.
Aiden squirms when I rub the bead against his opening. It goes it. I reward him by putting the sleeve on two. He sighs. I put the sleeve on three. Aiden grunts. I gently pull out the bead. Start over. The first bead slides in easily. The second goes in halfway. I pull them out. I press my lips against his spine. He flinches.
I put the beads back in. This time, he can take the second one. The chains jingle. I put turn off the nipple setting. He sighs. I run my hand over his warm, tight ass. My own body trembles. I move around him. Go back to sit in the chair. I spread my legs. Lean back.
I stroke my clit. It hardens immediately. I slide my finger back. My core is dripping wet. I sigh. I turn the setting on Aiden’s cock sleeve to four. If I was going to cum, so was he. I look at him. His jaw pulses. I spread my legs. Part my lower lips with my fingers so that he can see everything. Aiden’s intense gaze is on me. I set the remote on the ground. I reach up. Pop my breasts out of the top of my corset. I squeeze them. Fondle them until my dark nipples become stiff peaks.
I slide my hand down my torso. Between my legs. I swirl my index finger around in my pussy. Moan. Aiden tilts his hip into the sensation of the device. I pull out my finger. Lick off my essence. Put it back in my core. He groans. I tease my soft walls. Imagine my finger to be his hard cock. I remove my hand from my pussy. Stand. Go to the cabinet. I pull out a pink, penis shaped vibrator.
Moving back to the chair, I sit down. Open my legs. Insert the dildo down to the control. I turn it on the pulsating setting. I whimper. Climax hard. See stars. I glance at Aiden. The muscles on Aiden’s abs contract. His cock flexes. He groans. But, he doesn’t release. I can tell he’s fighting it. I take out the vibrator. Stand. Go to the sex armory. I pull out a fur covered paddle.
I stride toward him. I gently pull out the love beads. I toss them on the floor. Spank him with the paddle. Hard. He winces. The skin on his ass turns red. He moans. Still fighting the inevitable. This pisses me off. I hit him harder.
“Do it!” I yell. “For the love of God, just cum!”
Aiden bucks his hips in time to my strike. He roars. White cream oozes from the sides of the sleeve. Spent, I drop the paddle. I unhook his ankles. Pull the sleeve off his cock. I tug on the chain above his head to give me some slack to unhook him. I let him take out the bit himself and go to sit in the armchair that is across the room.
Of course, I know that I’m in for it. Whatever. I accept my fate. But, right now, I’m too tired to care. I close my eyes briefly. When I open them, Aiden is standing in front of me. He bends down. Kisses me softly on my lips. He cups my chin. Explores my mouth with his tongue. He wedges his body in to the chair beside me. When he finally releases me mouth, he wraps me up in his arms.
“After we rest, and I get some food in you, I think we need to try out the swing.” He says.
I smile. “It’s a deal.”
Seven months later
I emerge from my hot bubble bath. I wrap a towel around my body. Grab my glass of chilled sparking grape juice from the stand and go into the master bedroom. With a contented sigh, I sit in the chaise lounge by the window. Honey, my cat, jumps into my lap. It’s Aiden’s turn to put Jordon down for the night.
I briefly close my eyes. I can’t believe how far I’ve come in such a short time. If anyone had predicted that I would meet Aiden at a mall and fall in love with him, I would’ve laughed hysterically. My heart flutters as I think about my husband. The father of our son. I don’t know where I would be today without him. I’d probably still be chasing an orgasm that won’t happen.
“Hey,” I hear Aiden say.
I open my eyes. My breath hitches. He stands in the doorway of the bedroom. He wears a black t-shirt over plaid lounge pants with bare feet. As he walks toward me he pushes his glass up on to his nose.
“Hey,” I reply. “Is he asleep?”
Aiden sits next to me. He gathers me into his arms and kisses my shoulder.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“I love you, too.”
The heat from his body coats mine. I snuggle against him. Listen to his heartbeat.
“Are you tired?” He asks me.
“Good. You know, you never gave Bryon back his arsenal.”
I stiffen. “He said I could keep it.”
“And, we never took down the swing.”
I bite my lip. “I forgot about it.”
“There’s also the matter of your punishment. You do know what happens to bad girls, Cydnee Michelle?”
Slowly, I back away from Aiden, knocking Honey off my lap. “Well, see-.”
I stand. Aiden grabs the edge of my towel and strips me of it. I try to cover my nakedness with my arms. He stands and knocks my arms away. His passionate gaze washes over me. I shiver.
“What’s that saying?” Aiden says. He pauses to strip off his t-shirt and pants. His cock springs to life. Mercy. “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
I swallow. He walks toward me.
“Or maybe ‘payback’s a bitch’ is more appropriate.”
Aiden grabs my arms. Before I can react, he’s got the handcuffs on me and binds my arms behind my back. Grabbing and fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back and sweeps his mouth against mine. He goes over to the dresser. Grabs the baby monitor and pulls a whip from the dresser drawer. He cracks soft, leather whip over my thighs. I squeal.
“March,” Aiden commands.
I go willingly.