A laugh burst from his lips. "My God, if you could see your face. A baby, little one." He smirked. "Some cum might go down there too. When you earn the right to suck my dick, of course."
Holy shit.
And didn’t that just send the need to give him a blowjob right to the top of the agenda?
There were so many things wrong with that statement, but Jesus, tell that to my body. Unable to bear it anymore, I started scrambling off his lap, still with enough wherewithal to take care with his knee.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he growled, reminding me that we were connected as he hooked his finger against that one spot he’d found and made his bitch yesterday afternoon. I groaned as he held me in place with a single goddamn finger.
"I need to get naked," I panted, shuddering.
"I can get behind that." Aidan rubbed the area. "Looks like I found your happy spot, little one."
"Y-Yes," I rasped, feeling the electric shocks sparking up and down my spine again.
A knife appeared from out of nowhere, making me jolt as he pressed it to the seam of the fly to my pants. When he pushed down, with a care I appreciated seeing as it was near the family jewels, I watched as he sliced down the seam. It parted like butter on a hot day.
"Where did that come from?" I whispered faintly, eying the metal against the baby pink suit and trying not to melt because that’d be a disaster waiting to happen.
"I’m always armed."
"You are?" I asked, my voice high pitched.
He blinked as he stared up at me. "I’m in the mob, Savannah. Did you think I wouldn’t carry at least a knife?"
I shuddered. "I guess I thought you were carrying a gun."
His lips quirked, then he hummed as he sliced deeper down the seam, straight toward where his hand bulged the fabric. "Shame, I liked you in this suit but I want to see that pussy more."
"Y-Yes," I moaned, trying not to be turned on by that knife. That sharp blade which could very much hurt me if he so much as sneezed.
In the otherwise silent room, the sound of the fabric parting was like an ASMR video or something. It made my ears tingle. And other bits of me as well.
I felt a slight whisper of air next. "Jesus," I squeaked, freezing in place. The metal didn’t touch me, not until he pressed the flat of the blade to the heat of one of my labia. "Aidan!" I squeaked again.
"Da tried to look after Ma," he rasped, "but there’s no trying with me. You’ll never shed a drop of blood on my watch, Savannah."
"What about a paper cut?" I whispered.
"Smart ass." He tapped the blade to the other side, making me hiss with the chill, before he carefully retreated, dropped the knife on the sofa cushion beside us and rumbled, "That’s better."
It was, actually.
Especially when he thrust his other fingers into the slit he’d made, and those fingers went to work on destroying me.
He ground the butt of his hand into my clit, then drew juices from my cunt onto the tips before slipping up to my ass. "I think," he stated, "that every time you misbehave, you should take my dick in your ass."
I gulped.
"Then I’ll only forgive you if you come so hard you squirt again."
A wail escaped me as I rocked higher onto my knees. "Aidan!" I bit off, jittering as he ground harder onto my clit.
"Yes, little one?" he crooned, making me shudder again.
"I-I don’t know."
He chuckled, then the fabric of my pants tightened before loosening as he made the hole bigger. When he prodded my ass, I squirmed, grinding my hips into him before he said, "Lean forward and press your hands onto the back of the sofa."
I blinked at him, fumbling to do as he asked because, to be frank, why the hell wouldn’t I?
Aidan wouldn’t hurt me—not unless it was to make me feel good in the process.
Positioning myself how he wanted, I leaned forward which had him slipping the tip of his finger into my ass. I didn’t squeeze down, because I’d messed around with a butt plug a time or two, just had never gone through with anal because a man had to work for that shit.
A groan escaped him when his finger hit home, and I whispered, "I want you to fill me up, Aidan."
Our eyes clashed.
"I want your dick inside of me. Always. We wasted so much time—"
He reached up and pressed his mouth to mine, tormenting me above and below. His tongue plied mine while he filled my pussy with a taunting finger, grinding his palm against my clit, while carefully thrusting another in my ass. It wasn’t hardcore, but after the long day I’d had, it had me shuddering in response.
"Only good girls get dick," he rumbled, pulling back after a few, torturous moments where he stole my breath.
"I’m a good girl," I cried when he pulled away from my pussy.
"Are you going to listen when something bad happens?"
Even in my state, I heard that word.
When.
It resonated, hitting harder, deeper than it might ordinarily, but even though I knew I was embracing the danger that came as part of the package deal of being with him, I whispered, "I’ll try."
He clucked his tongue as he pressed his fingers to my mouth. As I sucked them in deep, cleaning them up and lapping at them, he whispered, "You’ll do more than try. You want to break me, little one? You want me to get shot or stabbed or killed outright because I’m so busy worrying about you that I can’t protect myself?"
I tensed. "N-No," I mumbled around his finger.
"Well, then. You need to remember that when you’re scared because you’re in the dark about something. You think all those fucking years keeping you out of trouble was for nothing? Just for me to fuck it up when I finally get a piece of you?"
Shaking my head, I whispered, "No."
"So what are you going to do when one of my brothers tells you to get into the safe room?"
"I go."
"Good." He grumbled, "If I’d been them, I’d have hauled you over my shoulder and taken you there myself."
"I slipped through the cracks," was all I said.
"Well, something’s about to slip through your crack," he retorted, and despite myself, I had to giggle, and I pressed my face into his shoulder as I did so.
"Don’t make me laugh."
"I wasn’t joking," he said wryly.
I turned my face into his throat and pressed a kiss there. As his head rocked back, I followed, and as I anointed the area with kisses, lathing it here and there, fluttering the tip along the sinews, I whispered, "Aidan, you’re not allowed to die."
"I know, little one. I know."
That was when he thrust the finger deeper into my ass, and took things to a whole other level.
Forty-One
Aidan
By the time she was crying out, literally in the palm of my hands, I knew Savannah was way past thinking about what had happened tonight.
Which was exactly what I wanted.
I needed her brain focused elsewhere because it let me forget too.
As she squealed and cried out, groaned and mewled on my lap, each squirming attempt to simultaneously avoid and to get closer to me was a sign of how far gone she was.