Chapter 3
Aurelia's POV
I took the lead by holding his hand and dragging him from his seat. Not that there was any resistance from him. He followed me like a lost puppy desperate for a loving home. But there was nothing loving about our interaction.
“Do you even know where you're going?” he asked me, I could feel his eyes roving my body hungrily.
I stopped and folded my arms around my bosom.
“And where should we be going?”
I was not going to admit that this was my first time here and in fact, I did not know anything about what was upstairs.
“I'll do better, I'll show you,” he held onto my hand firmly and took the lead as we climbed the stairs.
“Can't you walk any faster?” I shouted as he took deliberately slow steps.
“Someone's impatient, huh?”
Impatient? My body was burning with desire.
Every part of me ached to get stroked by his large rough hands.
He stopped suddenly when we reached a door which he opened with his access card.
I gasped when I stepped into the room.
It was not just a nice suite with a lovely setting, it was designed more like a playroom.
I was about to turn back, I was going to refuse and scream that this was not my scene, I wasn't until this type of stuff but I glimpsed my boyfriend with a whip and it made me wonder what it would feel like to be hit that way.
After all, I had wanted tonight to be a bit kinky for myself and Carl so would it hurt to try something new?
“Don't worry, I won't fuck you that way,” he said. His voice alone sent delicious shivers throughout my body.
I was wet already even though he had not touched me yet.
“I never said you couldn't,” I returned, my tone sultry.
He smiled, a wicked kind of sensual smile.
He was still holding my hand and this time, he led me to the king-sized bed in the room. He did not make me sit on it, he sat by the edge of the bed and placed me whilst standing between his legs which were spread about.
He slowly peeled off my dress from my body but I couldn't do slow, not tonight. I lurched forward and began kissing him but he stopped me and whispered in my ear, “Someone has no patience, huh?”
I moaned. The hot air from his breath fueled my desire.
He continued to take his sweet time, burning with desire as much as I was and yet stalling just for his amusement. I knew he was enjoying this, he was enjoying making me wait.
A few agonising minutes later, I was stark naked. It was only then I noticed that the room was cold. My body craved warmth, my body was begging for his but all he did was stare at my body with those grey eyes of mine as though trying to register my body in his memory.
When I was convinced he was not going to make a move, he instructed me to take off his clothes.
I complied and was about to rip off his shirt when he held my hand and said, “You mustn't tear my clothes.”
I groaned and undid the buttons of his shirt as fast as I could. Then I took off his singlet and unbuckled the belt of his pants.
He was naked too like me and I was rewarded with his long hard cock, standing erect and ready for action. Yet, when I tried to jump on him he held me.
He stood up from the bed and walked towards a table where he picked up some cuffs.
“Raise your hands, both of them,” he said, his tone raspy.
I complied.
As he cuffed my hands he asked, “Do you need a safe word?”
I thought about it for a second.
“No”
“Good”
My hands were securely behind me. I could not touch myself now to ease my misery.
“Sit,” he instructed, pointing at the bed and I obeyed him like I had no sense of my own.
He took another pair of cuffs and chained my legs apart so that I could not rub my thighs together.
He was not done yet. He took a piece of cloth from the table and wrapped it around my eyes.
I could see nothing now, I only had my sense of smell and touch left to me.
I felt him put his mouth on my ear and I gasped softly from the contact. I wished I could do more, that he would do more.
“My name is Killian,” he whispered in my ear.
“Killian,” I repeated softly.
It was a beautiful name, and I wondered what it meant.
“What is your name?” he asked me.
“Aurelia,” I gasped.
“Aurelia,” he repeated in a low raspy tone and I wished that he would take me already.
I felt him planting wet kisses on my face. He began with my forehead then moved to my cheek, then my jaw, then my nose but never my mouth.
“Kiss me, please,” I had never begged for a kiss before but now I did. I wanted to know how it would feel to have his tongue caress mine.
“Say my name, beg me,” his hot breath was on my ear.
“Killian, kiss me please,” I begged.
He said nothing and I felt nothing and I was convinced that he was no longer with me until I felt something warm and wet and hot prodding my lips and invading my mouth.
I felt his hands on either side of my cheek holding my face in place as he took over my mouth with a passionate kiss that left me breathless. Before today, I had not known that a kiss could be so sensual and pleasurable.
His tongue manifested waves of pleasure as it stroked my tongue. I moaned and when that was not enough, I cried out loud in pure ecstasy.