Playing with Aiden

“Bumby | Fuzzy | theship2 mi principessa, can you come in here please?” Your father calls out from his office meeting room.

"You get up from the couch in the living room and make your way into the office. The maids and guards by the door bow to you before opening the door for you to walk through."

"You look up to see your father and brother surrounded by all the other members of the famiglia all deep in conversation. You glance to the left of your father and see that even Aiden, your father’s most trusted friend, advisor and consigliere to the family, was here."

"Aiden leans back cockily in his chair, with a glass of whiskey in his hand and heatedly tracks your every movement as you walk closer up to the table."

“Sì, mi figlia.” My father nods. “It is time we discuss..."matters" of this famiglia,” he pauses dramatically as Aiden takes a swig of whiskey while sitting back down at his desk.

“You have much to learn still, and I need you prepared to take your place beside me soon.”

“Buona,” My father approves. “Aiden, my consigliere and friend here will aid you in your education of running this family.” He nods towards Aiden sharply. Aiden's expression darkens but he replies simply, “Da trovato la più grande delle mentori per te figlia mia.”

His voice drips with sarcasm as the words exit his lethal lips but I ignore him as I clearly have bigger fish to fry. “What is the first lesson we must learn?” I ask my fuckin father

Aiden stands up and leans against the conference table, his steel gray eyes boring into mine. “So, your father wants me to teach you how to be the boss,” he says in a low, husky voice that sends shivers down my spine. He notices my reaction and smirks. “You're scared of me, principessa?”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and control my racing heart. “No, Aiden, I'm not scared of you. I know that I have to learn from you if I am going to help my father run this family one day.”

“Good,” he replies, still observing me carefully. “But you should be careful around me. You never know what could happen when you're alone with a man like me.”

I gulp, but I can't deny the thrill that his words send through

Aiden's gaze intensifies, and his eyebrows furrow. "As you wish, principessa," he says coldly, flicking the toothpick in his mouth with a calloused finger.

He starts to walk around the table towards me, and I miraculously find my back pressed against the wall. "You troublemaker, you think you know better than your family, hmm?" He steps closer still, his breath hot on my neck. “I will teach you everything you need to know, and more,” he says seductively. "But remember it’s my rule that once you take it, there is no going back."

Aiden's smile widens into a wicked grin. "As I said, once you take what's offered, there's no going back." His eyes glint with mischief and desire, lingering on my lips for a moment too long.

Slowly, carefully, he leans in and symphonically brushes his lips against mine. The contact is innocent at first, holding a promise of danger that grows stronger by the second. As the kiss deepens, Aiden slides his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

Aiden pulls back, his hand going to cup his bitten lip, a trickle of blood seeping through his fingers. However, he doesn't seem angry or even perturbed. Instead, he looks at me with a cocky grin. "You're right, principessa," he says, his voice low and sultry. "But age is just a number, and I can't help the way I feel."

My pulse races as his words hit me like a blow to the gut. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "You're my guardian, Aiden. It's inappropriate."

"Is it?" Aiden's smirk only grows wider as he steps closer, his body almost touching mine. "I thought we were adults, capable of making our own decisions."

My breath hitches as I feel his hand brush my cheek. "I won

Aiden chuckles softly, his breath hot on my neck. "As you wish, principessa. For now, at least." He steps back, a glimmer in his steel gray eyes as he looks at me appraisingly. "But don't think for a moment that I will give up so easily. You are a challenge, after all."

Aiden throws his head back, laughter echoing in the room. "Ah, princess, you have no idea," he says, his voice taking on a teasing tone as he walks towards the door. "But that's part of the fun, isn't it?"

He opens the door, showing the other members of our famiglia still deep in conversation and oblivious to the unfolding drama. Stepping out, he doesn't close it all the way behind him, leaving a crack of clearly visible secret.

"Patience is a virtue," he murmurs, before saying louder, "We're good here, boss." The others nod, resuming their discussions as if nothing happened.

As the days pass, Aiden continues to return to the office, his hungry gaze lingering on me for longer each time. The tension between us becomes palpable; inaction is turning into a test of wills for both of us.

One day, while he's leaning against the door frame, deep in thought, Aiden catches me looking at his tattooed forearm. Without hesitation, he rolls up his sleeve, showing off the intricate artwork sprawled across his wiry arm and shoulders.

"Interested?" He smirks, meeting my eyes with a cocky glint. "If you are... we can always find a way to get closer." As he speaks, he traces his fingertips along the ink, as if he were the only one who could decipher its meaning.

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Aiden's smirk broadens, a mischievous glint in his piercing steel gray eyes. "Ah, principessa, it's hard to translate the tattoo into words," he says in a husky murmur, obviously enjoying my closeness.

He leans in closer, his breath warm on my face as I catch his scent, something beguiling and exotic that speaks of danger and forbidden pleasures. "It's a reminder of who holds the power, or at least, it should be," he whispers, his fingers brushing against my cheek.

With that statement, Aiden steps back again, dismissing me. For the next days, the tattoo becomes his constant companion, a symbol of his growing obsession with me. "But don't worry, I will make you see,"

Aiden's eyes nearly glow with triumph as he nods, the challenge showing in his stern face. He magnifies it only when he smirks provocatively. "My pleasure, principessa." His possessive claim on me feels like an electrical shock, reverberating deep within my core.

As new weeks go by, Aiden spends more time in close contact with me. Wordlessly, through covert gestures and suggestive glances, he embarks on a protracted seduction. I can see exactly how hungry he is - for me - and oddly, I find myself mirroring that desire.

Finally, one night Aiden dares something more. Crossing the room in flawless strides, he stops just short of knocking his shoulder into mine. “You want to see if I

Aiden's eyes sparkle in the dim light, the laughter in them laced with a tantalizing threat. "What I'm planning, principessa?" He cocks his head to one side, playing with my intrigue. "Why don't you let me surprise you? Isn't that part of your challenge?"

With deft movements he takes his jacket off, an unconscious sexual display tailored for me alone. His shirt is slowly un buttoned, revealing a well-toned chest peppered with scars and tattoos above his heart. "To prove that I can show you how power feels," he continues, his voice lowering into a promise.

As he talks, Aiden approaches me with quiet steps. I can’t deny my body's reaction; his nearness stirs something within me

Aiden’s deep-set eyes widen a fraction, his hand coming up to cover mine. "There are those who might not understand the true meaning of these tattoos," he says huskily, locking my gaze with his. "If you want to know what they stand for…" He trails off, letting his menu dangle in the air.

My pulse races as his fingers brush lightly against my skin, triggering the beginnings of a thrilling need for more. "I'm sure I can interpret them well enough," I purr, confidently and boldly closing the distance between us.

With each passing touch, our anticipation grows. A bold statement mirrored in the heat of our gazes and the tightening of our lips as we move closer. Only an arm's length inevitably separ

Aiden's sly grin suggests the weight of his anticipation, and he holds his hands together as if in supplication. "I couldn't possibly comment," he says smugly, leaning into me, pressing his gaze down to my lips, "But I daresay even a titan such as myself would appreciate your beneficence." His perfectly articulated British accent is too, arousing, making my core clench involuntarily. "How do you propose to reward me?"

My soul dances with excitement at our interactions, both challenging and seductive. The possibility of a thrilling new level of intimacy teeters on the edge of being within my grasp.

Aiden's body stiffens beneath my touch, reacting to both the heat of my breath and the intensity of our kiss. He meets me with equal passion, a restrained roar growing deeper within his chest as I move away from him for our simpler lessons in power reveals itself when his heavy breathing escapes between clenched teeth.

I watch as he fights hard to stay composed, then nod once. "You've given me quite a reward, no doubt," he smirks back at me wickedly. "Next time we meet, we will see what other prizes you wish to offer me." When I leave, Aiden makes sure we both watch and feel every footfall until it echoes fading off into silence.

As the hours pass, you find yourself growing increasingly restless, your mind seemingly consumed with thoughts of Aiden and his next move. The anticipation is nearly unbearable, but there's a sense of excitement that comes with it as well.

Eventually, there's a tap at your door and you hear Aiden's smooth voice calling out to you. "Principessa, may I come in?"

With a flutter in your chest, you answer, "Yes, Aiden. You may enter."

The door opens and Aiden steps inside, his piercing gaze instantly locked on you. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he admits, moving closer to you until you can feel his breath on your skin. "I'm curious to know what other prizes you have in store for me."

Aiden's grin widens menacingly as he takes in your playful defiance. "I'm always up for a challenge," he says, his voice thick with confidence and lust.

You can see the flicker of predatory hunger in his eyes as he assesses you from head to toe. "Very well, I'll play your game," he murmurs, his voice dangerously low. "What would you like me to do first?"

His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him until our bodies press tightly together. Aiden's eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his demand leaves no room for hesitation.

Aiden smirks at your challenge, the fire in his eyes sending shivers down your spine. With one hand he grips your hip, his fingertips digging into your skin. With the other hand he slowly brings it up to your face, his fingers grazing against your jawline before resting gently under your chin.

"Hmm, let me see," Aiden says thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side and studying you closely. "I do know one thing..." he trails off, his gaze lingering on your lips for a moment before moving back up to meet your own. "I want to taste more of you."

Without warning, Aiden claims your lips with a fierce intensity, his tongue tangling with yours as he pulls you into him. The kiss is passionate and heated, the dominance clear in every move he makes.

Aiden moans softly against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as you pull him even closer. The intensity of the kiss only grows, each touch and taste leaving you both breathless and desperate for more.

His hand moves lower, sliding up under your shirt to find your waist, and then farther still until he's cupping your breast through the fabric of your bra. A soft, needy groan escapes your lips as he gently squeezes, his thumb drawing small circles over your nipple.

"You want me to take control, don't you?" Aiden whispers against your skin, his breath hot and wet against your neck. "Do you trust me to show you what I can do?"

Aiden's eyes flicker down your body, taking in the way your nipples harden under his touch and the way your breath quickens with each word you speak. "I don't care about the rules anymore," he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he nips at your skin.

"All I want is to feel your body beneath me," he says, his voice guttural with desire. With a deft move, Aiden expertly unclasps your bra, letting it fall from your shoulders. The cool air in the room causes goosebumps to rise on your skin as he takes in the sight of your naked chest.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this," he admits, his voice rough with emotion as he leans down

Aiden chuckles softly at your observation, his lips brushing against your skin as he continues to explore your body. "And you, my dear, are the perfect submissive for me," he murmurs against your chest, his breath warm and soothing.

His hands glide down your sides, his fingers grazing over your hip bones before continued their descent further still. As they reach the hem of your skirt, Aiden hooks his fingers under the material and pulls it away from your body, baring your legs completely to his gaze.

"I've always preferred women who know their place, who understand that their pleasure is secondary to mine," he says, his voice dark and filled with promise. "Do you think you can keep up?"

Aiden smirks, undeterred by your words. "Of course, principessa," he says smoothly, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh and causing you to shiver with anticipation. "But for now, let us enjoy this moment together."

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "And don't worry, I can be a very obedient servant when I want to be." Without another word, he moves to his knees before you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he presses a gentle kiss to the apex of your legs.

His tongue flicks out, expertly teasing at your clit as he spreads you open with his fingers. "Just relax and let me take care of you," he says, his voice low and husky as he begins to work his magic.

Aiden hums appreciatively at the sound of his name on your lips, his tongue continuing to work its magic on your sensitive flesh. He alternates between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks, each one bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

As you moan and wriggle under his ministrations, Aiden's hands wander up to find your breasts once again, his fingers tracing lazy circles around your nipples and tugging on them just hard enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"Let go for me, principessa," he whispers against your skin, his voice laced with desire. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms."

Aiden catches you by surprise with his request, but as you obey and cum hard against his mouth, he rewards you with a triumphant grin. He continues to suck and lick at your clit, milk every last shuddering pulse of pleasure from your body until you're left panting and breathless.

His hands slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, teasing your nipples with his thumbs before leaning down to take one into his mouth. As he sucks hungrily on your sensitive flesh, he lets out a low, satisfied growl that sends a new surge of desire straight through you.

"Not done with you yet, principessa," he murmurs against your skin, his voice full of promise and threat. "I think it's time for you to repay the favor."

Aiden chuckles softly as you strip him bare, his eyes gleaming with appreciation at the eager look in your eyes. "That's right, principessa," he whispers, those steel gray orbs locking onto yours as he tentatively guides your head closer to his erect cock.

As your lips close around him, Aiden groans deeply, the sound reverberating through the room like a warning shot. His fingers card through your hair, holding you into place as you suck and lick at him hungrily, the wetness of your mouth providing an exquisite contrast to his hard length.

"Just relax and let me take care of you," he says, his voice low and husky as he begins to work his magic. He thrusts up into your mouth, his hips moving in a practiced rhythm

Aiden's moans become more insistent, passion flaring in his eyes as you give him the most dedicated blowjob he's ever experienced. Your skilled movements are fueling his flames, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Aiden," you hesitate, already knowing what you're about to ask. "Would you like me to take your load?" Despite the power play at play, there's an undercurrent of vulnerability in your voice that reaches down into his core.

He nods, his face flushed and his breathing ragged. "Yes, principessa. I want to see you covered in my seed."

Aiden watches you with intense hunger in his eyes as you clean every last drop of cum from his cock, the sight of your slender throat bobbing up and down driving him wild. When you finally lift your head, the silken strands of his release caught between your teeth are more than he can bear.

"That's right, principessa," he growls, reaching out to clutch your hips and draw you closer. "Now it's my turn." He wastes no time in positioning himself between your legs, eager to return the favor.

Aiden leans forward, his face hovering inches from yours. "What do you say, principessa?" he murmurs, his hot breath washing over your face. "Do you want me to take you now or would you rather tease me some more?"

With a wicked grin, Aiden begins stroking the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, circling your clit and plunging only the very tip inside you before pulling back out again.

"Come on, baby," he teases, his eyes glinting with desire. "Show me what you want."

Aiden's eyes widen, his gaze locked on the sight of your body undulating above him as you ride him with abandon. His hips thrust up to meet each downward stroke, driven wild by the view and the sound of your throaty cries.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, clutching fistfuls of the sheets beneath him. "Yes, baby, I love what I see."

As you speak, the words spilling from your lips are breathy and needy, the desperate edge of desire making it clear just how close you're closing in on your climax. Aiden watches you with a mixture of awe and hunger, his own release burning hot and heavy in his balls.

"Finally, principles," he pants, his thrusts growing frantic as he struggles to hold back. "Take it. Take my seed like the good girl I know you are."

With a feral growl, Aiden grasps your hips in a vise-like grip and plunges into you one last time, burying himself deep inside as he unleashes his orgasm, filling you to overflowing with his release. As his aftershocks ripple through his body, your cries reach

Aiden watches, transfixed, as you writhe and shudder above him, your body wracked with pleasure as you come apart under him. When you cry out his name, he lets out a low growl of satisfaction, overcome with the intensity of the moment.

"That's it, principessa," he murmurs, his hand moving to tweak one of your nipples gently. "Let it all out. You belong to me now, do you understand that?"

With a soft kiss to your collarbone, he eases you down onto his chest, holding you close as he revels in the warmth of your body against his.

Aiden's breath catches in his throat at the words, closing his eyes for a moment as he savor them. "Good," he says softly, his fingers stroking lazily through your hair.

"You'll always belong to me, and I will always take care of you." He smiles against your skin, brushing a kiss over your shoulder. "Now sleep, mia principessa. Rest well." And with that, he holds you tight, allowing you both to drift off into peaceful slumbers in each other's arms.