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How I Fell In Love Ch. 02

By: chixjinxbdsm



 This is the second chapter of how I fell in love. The characters are above 18 and fictional. 

All suggestions are appreciated.

If I get positive response, I will write the third part and it will be from Aiden's pov.

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Thank you for reading.

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Our waitress parcelled our pancakes and handed it to Aiden. She gave me my coffee in a take away. Carrying our stuff, we left for class.

The entire day went horribly. We had a class on thermodynamics and I idly wondered whether my internal energy had decreased resulting in an increase in his. I kept noticing him throughout the day. He seemed his usual self. But my view had changed. A part of me saw him as a sexy body with a massive cock that only I knew about. Every now and then I would stare at it. And every time I would, I stared for a little longer. 

Another part of me wanted to run away. He was a sadist, by his own admission. And the things he did yesterday. I didn't wanna be his masochist. But I also didn't want him to leave. He was my best friend. And worse, I was his only friend.

Could there be a mid way between the extreme cases? Like not entirely out of his life and not his girlfriend. Yeah well I was already mid way and now he expected me to choose one.

I decided to have nothing to do with him. I didn't want to wake up with my virginity taken leaving me with broken bones and body that looks like one from a terrible accident. 

-

I was standing at his doorstep, in deep contemplation whether to confront him or not. 

'Nah! I am leaving' I thought to myself and turned around only to see his mom walking up the stairs and smiling at me. She was carrying groceries and I immediately rushed to help her with bags.

"Aiden told me you'd be coming today. How are you?" she asked.

What? He was sure I would come? How did he fucking know my decision before even I'd made it?

"I am ok. How are you Mrs.D?"

"I'm all good. How are things between you two?" she asked as she opened the door.

"What?" I asked unsure as to what she was referring to.

"He said you guys were going through a rough patch in your friendship. I hope all works out." she said. 

Rough patch? More like rough everything.

"Sure Mrs.D" I said and keeping the bags on the counter I headed for Aiden's bedroom.

The door was ajar. He was wearing a tee and shorts as usual, sitting on his laptop doing some shit. 

"I have to go out again dear. I forgot few things. I will be back in an hour. Kids, help yourself if you are hungry. And Aiden, I know Amy; force feed her if you have to." Mrs.D said and walked away. 

Her footsteps were evident and then we heard the door slam.

"You're here." He said and his eyes lit up.

"Yes, I am here."

"So, you want to be in a relationship?"

"No!" I yelled.

He quickly strode towards me and kissed my mouth, pushing me hard against the wall. 

I was kissing him back. My mouth invading his. My hands went to feel his arms and also to steady myself. His hands pushed my knees up and soon my legs were wrapped around his waist. My hands went lower on his chest and down when he suddenly said, "No! Keep your hands on my shoulder." 

I obeyed and he took my mouth again. All reason left me. Why was I here trussed up against a wall, mouth against his, when I had decided that I would be leaving him?

He didn't seem to lose passion for a second. I thought we'd end up in this position forever. But he stopped for breath and I took my opportunity to speak, "We need to talk." I said panting. 

But his mouth was on me again. Looked like he didn't want to talk. And if he was kissing me like that I didn't want to talk either. 

But of course we were going to do more than kissing. We had to talk. But he was tonguing me oh so smoothly. I bit on his tongue, purposely. I thought that would make him stop, but he groaned and I felt something between our legs. 

It took a while for me to realise that it was his cock, and he had started to gently rub his crotch against me. 

I moaned at the memory of yesterday when I was sucking his cock and started sucking on his tongue. 

I was just getting into the kiss and really enjoying myself when he—released me and took a step back. 

I leaned against the wall and found some support to stand upright. His eyes burned into mine. With just a look, I was getting beyond aroused.

I looked at him with lust for the first time. I took in his sharp features, blue eyes, nose, tousled sexy hair and clean shaved cheeks, and red juicy lips. His tall broad frame, with a chest that promised to me warm when snuggling, his taut stomach, long arms and forearms, which for some reason made me hot. His legs that were proportional to his body and finally a well hung cock, and oh, I remembered his butt. He was sex itself, I thought.

"You done thinking what you're thinking?" he asked and I came back to him.

"Yeah. We need to talk." I said unsure of what. I just wanted to go back to kissing.

"Yeah. Sit." He gestured to the chair and I took it. He was still standing. 

"Well. We talked some in the morning. And I saw that you were thinking about it the whole day-"he began and I cut him, "How did you know I was thinking about it?"

"Well, you were staring at me the whole day." He shrugged. 

Oh had I been that obvious!

"Well, anyways. I am sure by now you have figured out what kind of relationship I was talking about." He said.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that this was the kind of relationship you wanted?" I said.

"I didn't peg you for someone who would have gone out for such a relationship and my original plan was to introduce you to it slowly. But yesterday, after seeing you like that- I don't just mean half naked, I mean immobilized- was something that I- I don't know something flipped and I had to do something. My cock was throbbing the entire time you weren't moving"

A blush rushed my face when he said the word 'cock'. He stopped talking as if giving me time to adjust.

"Well. Continue." I said quietly.

"Amy, you're, - you're a type A personality and I am type B. You're a submissive and I am a... dominant." He paused before finishing.

"I don't know about all that." 

"Well what do you know?"

"I know that what happened yesterday was something and I want more." I almost whispered. More being the most I knew...

"So, you just want sex?" he asked. 

"Well, I am not ready for commitment. Moreover I... that was intense yesterday"

"Have you ever touched yourself Amy?"

Oh my... it had been what? Oh shit- 6 months... way too long. 

"It has never felt like it did yesterday." I almost whispered.

"How long has it been since you last masturbated, before yesterday?" his eyes were challenging me.

Should I tell?

"I lost count." I kept my head down.

"Days? Months?" Damn he was determined and gave a hot, sly smile.

"More than 6 months." I was very quiet.

The silence ebbed.

"Ok." he said breaking the silence.

"We need to discuss a few things more. So you are not even ready to commit a little?" he said.

"Why do you need a commitment?"I said like it's a filthy thing.

"I am quiet possessive about my things. I need you to belong to me and no one else." 

Oh! 

"And would you belong to me?" I asked hesitantly.

"I am very monogamous." He finished answering.

"What would our relationship be? Would you hurt me?" I asked as thoughts crossed my mind.

"Not emotionally. But physically. It turns me on to see you cry, beg, and be helpless and at my mercy." he said.

"Umm?" I raised an eyebrow not seeing as how exactly would he accomplish that.

"Yesterday, I grabbed you by the hair and fucked your mouth. You had no control over it, and the little power you did have you gave up. You could have pushed me back, said no, but you didn't. That's submission- simply put. Similarly, I will spank, whip, blindfold you, tie you up, fuck you hard and you will let Me." he said nonchalantly almost.

"Whip?" I asked, scared.

"I said so many things and yet that's all you caught?" he said chuckling.

I smiled and blushed. He was putting forth the offer of being in a relationship rather than proposing. 

"I don't know if I want that." I said. 

"But you've already made your decision deep down. You already know what you want. Now it's only a matter of pushing away other thoughts to see your decision."

"Hmm." This is what people mean when they say relationships are complicated. This seems to have been a good enough reason that I had been avoiding them. Whatever happened to me?

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I am thinking a lot of things." I admitted. I felt unsure about the whole situation.

"Lemme help sweetheart." He said and kneeled in front of me.

Achingly slowly, his lips came very close to mine. His hands crept up my thighs at the same speed. I stiffened.

"Relax sweetheart." He said and kissed almost in a startled manner. At the same time, his hands tugged my skirt and started pulling them down.

In a languid pace, he removed my skirt and I was only sitting with my top and panties.

"It's ok. Shhh." he hushed when he pulled away from the kiss and I mewled.

His lips then were on my knee. He sucked the skin there, softly. He started travelling upwards and upwards and towards my...

He pressed my clit hard with his thumb through my panties. I jumped. 

"Stay still or I will tie you up." he said and I tried my best.

He tugged at my panties and shredded them. The sound of it ripping me apart. I tipped my head back and gripped the chair hard. 

"Don't come." He said and pressed his tongue to my clit directly.

He started making alphabets on my flesh with his tongue. I could figure out some. Oh fuck, he was writing his name on me...it was overwhelming...

"I want to come." I whined.

"No." he said firmly against my clit. Clearly,loving the torture he was setting up for me.

I concentrated hard on anything asexual to avoid thinking about his naughty tongue and how he hummed at my clit. Better than any vibrator...

"Ah." I tried to stop myself. I needed to release but having denied permission it felt like I would be committing a felony.

"I - please - let me come - I want to come." I begged.

"No." He said firmly.

"I will... s-suck your cock, hard and take- oh no- you to the th-throat. Please let me come." I cried.

"This is not a negotiation. Try all it takes to not come." 

"Oh god." I couldn't control anymore. One more flick and that all. But he pulled away, denying it.

"Nooo" I screamed.

"Hush baby." He said kissing my thighs.

"Please." I mewled. 

"Shh. Now half the thoughts you were thinking are already out of you. Just concentrate on one thing and one thing alone." He looked up at me and I could bet he would have killed me with that look and I would have let him.

I had calmed down somewhat from my high. 

"Stand up" he said. I complied with the blink of an eye. God! Was I eager...?

He stood up and went behind me. His finger was on my thigh. It traced a path from there to my waist. Something between a giggle and frown crossed me. My waist was highly sensitive to any touch. But strangely his touch only elicited arousal. Or maybe I was too aroused to make feel ticklish from his touch.

His hand went up further, beneath my top, riding it up as he went. Touching me with nothing more than a finger, he stroked my spine. I had goose bumps. I bit my lip, closed my eyes...who would have thought that a single touch could be this intimate, a single path traced would make me want him, make me want to surrender myself to him, oh shit- my decision was to be with him- he was correct, I only needed to focus, let my mind empty...

Should I turn around and say yes? 

Suddenly his breath fell on my neck. I was once again immobilized. My mouth went slack. God, I wanted to feel that again. Please, Aiden breathe again.

Oh... he did and with it also came a hard kiss on my neck, followed by tongue and suction. 

His finger went back on my thigh following the same path again, faster... as though striking a match. 

I stilled as his finger slowly entered me. Gasping as every millimetre of his finger touched me there.

"I - I - virgin..." I got it out in time as he reached my hymen and I felt pain. 

His hand stilled. His cheek, he pressed to me. 

"Come" he whispered. 

And I could hear his ragged breathing. I bucked my hips a little and gasped at the sensation. He didn't move his hand at all. But his thumb was sticking out and as I bucked my hips, it brushed my clit. 

But it hurt. He wasn't allowing me to move much cause his finger was still in me, at the' pain point'. I stopped moving, the pain was more now. He was pressing a little.

"Move or I break it." He said quietly.

I felt tears again, my own, salty tears on my lips. I bucked again. His finger loosened a little. 

I bucked more and more. God! I was rubbing against his hand. He is my best friend. Oh no. he's not. I don't know this guy anymore. But I want him. 

More rubbing, I felt on the edge. Please say 'come'. Please say 'come'.

"Come." He said as if having read my mind. And I gushed out my relief.

Exhaustion succumbed, snuggling on his chest, I rubbed my eyes. 

He was holding me. 

He was holding me? 

Oh my! He was holding me!

"Hi." He said smiling. I haven't seen his 'yahoo' smile in a while now. 

"Hi. What are you smiling at?" I smiled. His smile was contagious.

"You've made your decision. About the- relationship" he said.

"Have I? And what is it?" I said teasingly. 

"I need you to say it, I need to hear it from your lovely mouth" he said, tracing the same finger on my lips. 

"Yes." I said.

"Amy, I need you to know I will hurt you." He said. Still smiling.

"And Aiden, I need you to know I will be here." I said it. There! I said it!

"Good girl. Now, you have to get up and get dressed." He said firmly.

What? That's it? 

"You want to say something?" he asked.

"Yeah, you- I-" Oh shit. How do I say I want a repeat of what happened yesterday?

"Amy?" he said, eyes wide, "you want more, don't you?" his voice was slick with amazement.

God! Why did he have to know exactly what I want?

"And not just more...", he said, coming close and grabbing a handful of my hair, "you want..." he kissed my neck and teethed it, bit my shoulder, "...rough" he finished.

All air left my lungs.

"Get on your knees" he said. 

"Oh," it just came from my mouth in anticipation. What was he gonna do? Start fucking my mouth right away, or give me time to play some.

"Bend, on all fours. Stick your ass up sweetheart." He said.

For the second time, all air left me. My world had stopped. No one and nothing mattered then and there, except him and me... 

I could not see him. I realised he was behind me. His hands caressed my ass. My bare ass. Where were my panties?

The thought didn't bother me for more than a second as the first blow came. He hit me with his belt?

"Ahh-" I squeaked.

"9 more..." he said. His voice hissed and I could hear his arousal. 

"Oh shit." I said.

"Don't talk. But you can always say 'stop'." He said calmer.

"Ok" 

Just 9 more. 

The next one came much worse. It hit my left ass cheek. 

"This is for making me wait so long..." he said and boy did he sound angry!

And another blow. Oh no, this hurts.

"Even when you knew what you wanted..."more anger. His voice didn't even hide his emotions of how much he wanted to hurt me. Oh no, his voice and his anger made it worse.

Crack. 6 more. I started crying already.

"I am sorry. Please stop." I said it. He said I could say stop, right.

He came closer and ran a finger through my slit. I moaned. Then gasped, I was wet!

"Open", he said and pushed his finger in my mouth. I was wet. I sucked on his finger and then he forcefully took it out of my mouth. 

He hit me again, but with his hand. I moaned. This was much more arousing than the belt. It hurt but I loved this kind of hurt.

"This is better. Hmm?" he said.

"Hmm" I said cooing almost. Begging for him to do it again, I pushed my ass up. 

"Now, I will keep hitting, unless you say 'stop'. So don't say stop unless it's really your limit. Got it Amy?" he said.

Oh yes!

I nodded and he started his relentless, impeccable spanking. I was getting wetter every minute. 

Aiden, I thought to myself. The cute guy, my best friend is spanking me and making me soo bloody aroused... 

He kept hitting. At one point my intersection of pain and pleasure came. 

I felt dizzy. What was happening? Oh freak, was I coming?

.

I am home? I thought to myself, rubbing my eyes. Wait, this is Aiden's room. I am in Aiden's bed. 

I am alone?

I am dressed. I smell a little of his scent. Was he snuggling me?

"Hey, you" Mrs.D came in. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

I am sore.

"I am fine. What happened?" I asked.

"Well, dear. You slept." She said, "Aiden let you sleep here and he's outside. I talked to your mom. She said you could stay here if you like." She smiled.

I already knew I had to go home. I couldn't stay here. 

"No, Mrs.D I have to go." I said shrugging. 

"Ok dear. Aiden will drop you home. But you're not going unless you eat something." She said in her motherly way.

I walked out behind her, hiding my soreness. I saw the back of Aiden's head. 

Shit. I stopped dead in my track. His hair was tousled and sexy and had I never noticed they were dark. My fingers suddenly remembered how smooth his hair was when I had grabbed him to kiss him. His neck... oh ... how he'd breathed on mine. 

"Aiden", I said, as though I wanted him to make love to me right now.

He turned around and saw me. 

He immediately saw his mother and I realised we weren't alone.

"Could you please drop me home?" I said, regaining some nonchalance in my voice.

"Yeah" he said. And I then made my way to join his mom in the kitchen.

"Here." She said, handing me the pasta she'd made.

I sat down, aware of my soreness. 

I ate the pasta she'd given me gratefully. Regaining some of my energy that I'd lost from the exhaustion.

"There. I will see you later Mrs.D" I said smiling and she told me to take care and waved me goodbye.

In the elevator, Aiden hit the 'stop' sign. 

"Turn around." He said voice hoarse.

I complied. What was he going to do?

My breath hitched, my heart was in my mouth.

He gently lifted my skirt, and palmed my ass.

Cream? I thought to myself. It smelled of roses and oh so good. His hands felt me and I winced a little.

"There there." he soothed. 

I don't know if it were the cream or his hand or his words that soothed me more, but my soreness disappeared. How was he so gentle after having hit me to the point where I had passed out? This was Aiden. I don't know who the other guy was. Only thing is I wanted them both, cause alone neither of them would satisfy me.

"Aiden" I whispered his name again. For the first time, I swear it sounded erotic to my ears.

"Amy" he said.

"You came. Just by spankings. And you passed out. Do you always pass out?" he asked concerned.

"Only when it's very intense." I said and his hands had stopped massaging. "Did you cream your hands just before leaving?" 

"Yes. Unfortunately, mom came within minutes after you passed out. I rushed to clothe you and put you to bed. I never really got to snuggle you. But I let you wear my jacket for some time. You were cold then."

"That explains why I smelled of you when I woke up." I smiled.

"My mom removed the jacket after a while."

"Does your mom know, about us?"

Did I want her to know?

"No. I was thinking maybe we should give it some time before, announcing officially."

"Aiden I-" I was going to say I didn't want him to say anything unless I was comfortable with it but he cut me off with his finger.


How I Fell In Love Ch. 02



"I have a feeling you are going to say something very unromantic and I don't want to hear it." He said.

"What do you want then?" I asked teasingly.

He smiled and then shook his head and pressed start button and the lift started with a jerk. He was being introvert again. Time to wait till he texts and pours his heart out.

We started walking home again. He carried my bags and held my waist, tightly. It was a little dark and his heights of possessiveness knew no bounds as he carried me up the stairs to my apartment. Geez, I realised he was strong and also I was not wearing my panties.

With a possessive kiss and my bag, he left me home.

The entire time he had been quiet. Typical introvert.

I distracted myself and got inside. Changed my clothes and sat down to study. Opening my bag, I saw a letter. Of course he had packed my bag when we left his place. Oh what had he written now?

"Dear Amy,

We never really got around to the 'fucking part' this evening. And since now you ARE with me, (there's a hickey on your neck, I marked you as mine...) I want you to not wear panties when you are with me. 

And the next time we meet you are taking my cock in your throat...

Don't touch yourself. 

-A.'

My insides clenched. There it was. He was dominating me even when he was absent. I remembered how easily I submitted to him. God! I never do that and he never controls. What is happening? 

Who is Aiden? The sweet guy who took care of me or this doom who wrote me instructions which are having the same effect, if not greater, had he been here it say it aloud...

To be continued...



How I Fell In Love Ch. 03



With bed full of books, mind full of mess, and phone full of unread messages, I sat idly fighting myself.

What had happened in two days? My life had changed. My best friend, with whom I thought I wanted nothing, had become the primary source of my wanting. He had said and done things that couldn't be reversed. How had my life gone to a state of utter chaos? How had someone like me landed into an island of confusion?

My thoughts, sane and rational, fogged my mind. I closed my eyes and put my head down on my lap with my hands tangled in my hair. 

Memories of his smile and the words we said came back to my mind.

-

"Hi." 

"Hi. What are you smiling at?" 

"You've made your decision. About the- relationship" 

"Have I? And what is it?" 

"I need you to say it; I need to hear it from your lovely mouth" 

"Yes." 

"Amy, I need you to know I will hurt you." 

"And Aiden, I need you to know I will be here." 

-

My irate phone buzzed earning a hiss from me as my calmness seeked shelter from my anger. I took the phone in order to switch it off, only to see 99 messages from Aiden. 

Aiden: A

Aiden: M

Aiden: Y

And this childishness continued. 

I called him up. 

"What is it?" I asked whining.

"Are you ok?" he asked with concern, so unlike his childish messages.

"What do you think?" I asked. 

"I think there's something going on in your brain despite my earlier successful attempt at showing you that you want to be with me." 

How did he know this?

"I- I think we should reconsider all this" I said, hoping he would get the hint that I was indeed suggesting I want out. 

"We'll discuss this tomorrow." He simply said. 

Oh no! Did I really want to talk about this? My heart was beating hard. I found myself not wanting out. 

"Good night Amy" he said and hung up.

I switched off my phone and concentrated on my work. 

Tomorrow- College 

I sat idly, aloof, thinking how I would approach this topic. I had already hinted last night. My first relationship and first breakup. What kind of girl says 'yes' one day and 'no' the next day? A terrible person! And why, oh why, did I feel like my stomach curled when every time I felt that after this breakup I was going to be broken? Did I want this relationship or did I not want it?

"It seems I should never leave you alone. Only then you will be focussed on what you want." Aiden said as he came up behind me, breathing on my neck, pushing my thoughts aside. 

His finger touched the nape of my neck and I closed my eyes as he closed his fingers around my neck to bend it back and placed a kiss on my lips. A pure moment of my incapability to deny him... or - submit.

Soft, prolonged kiss, closed mouth. Only his lips pressing mine. 

As he broke the kiss, I opened my eyes to see a pair of blue eyes staring intensely into mine. 

"What's wrong?" he said as he frowned.

Our professor chose that moment to enter and broke our trance and we straightened up. 

Politics! A subject of my interest, failed to keep me engaged today as the wheels of my mind turned and worked overtime to generate an answer to Aiden's question. I didn't even know the basics of a breakup. I desperately needed a 'how to' manual to deal with this.

As the lecture ended, so did my time to come up with the answer. Others dispersed and some girls where approaching me but the site of Aiden, they gestured 'some other time'. Everyone left. Aiden and I stood still, facing each other, in the big, giant empty classroom. 

"I – I don't know anything." I said and he frowned asking me to elaborate. 

"Look, I know I said 'yes' yesterday after we..." I blushed and a smile crossed across his face. I took a breath and continued, "But after that, ever since that actually I have been thinking about everything. About us. About how you are when we are alone and when you do things to me. I-" 

"Let's go somewhere private and talk." He cut me off. 

He held out his hand and without a thought, I took it, realising after a beat I should not have done that. Am I becoming dumb? 

-

We reached my place. A smile crossed my mind at the irony. Just day before yesterday, we were at my place and my life had changed. Will it change today as well? Will I be more devastated than I am now?

Throughout the walk home, he was quiet. As soon as we entered my home, my heart raced, and just as I closed the door, he pinned me to the door, and his mouth attacked mine. 

Oh! The kiss. He was pouring all his defence into it. Trying to give me more than reason itself to be with him. Cutting me off before I tried to speak- before I broke us up. His teeth took my lower lip hostage and kept tonguing and sucking it. He then gave tiny little bites and found my tongue, as he licked it, once, twice, oh my! Of course, he had ravished my mouth before, plunging his mouth into mine. But this – this felt ten times more. His ragged breathing made me aware it was same as mine! He was affected- hugely!

He was relentless. His hands went tugging me, my waist, my breasts. Oh my! He kneaded them and I felt- I would die if he stopped. I found my own hands, grabbing his head and arms, feeling the dire need to support myself, and stop myself from losing. His tongue sucked mine hard and I moaned. 

He pressed my mouth hard against his and held me tightly, as he quietly ended the kiss, leaving me – speechless and in a state of nothingness. 

"How do you feel?" he asked, catching his breath and still holding me, tightly.

"I feel- I need- I want- oh god!" I couldn't even form words after that kiss! 

"I think we had this discussion yesterday that you wanted to be with me. Why do you doubt yourself today? Huh?" he said and even though he was panting just a little, he sounded totally in control of himself. Where had my control gone?

"I don't know." I said slowly. 

"Ok." he said and he held out his hand. 

I thought about taking it but when he cocked his eyebrow, I quickly grabbed it. 

Leading me to my bedroom, he made me stop in the middle of the room. I blushed remembering that we were standing exactly like we were... 

He took a few steps back and gave me a scan. Top to bottom. I gasped as he locked eyes with me. 

"Strip." He commanded. 

I found myself reaching for the hem of my tee shirt. 

"No!" he said. "The jeans first." He finished. 

I reached for the button and the zip and slipped out of my jeans. Reaching for the hem of my tee- again- I courageously pulled it up and off me.

Stepping out, I stood in only my bra and panties. I could see his eyes had widened a little. I blushed and at the same time felt proud that I could do something to him. 

"Those too." He said and I shook my head, unable to do it. 

He came close and I stood still. He reached for the clasp and agonisingly slowly, making me aware of my nakedness, he removed my bra. 

He looked at my breasts. I had an urge to hide but then my body betrayed my mind. I was immobilised. He breathed and this time, it landed on my chest. I closed my eyes and a moan escaped me. 

I felt his hands, around my waist, unexpectedly, as he dragged my panties down the entire length of my legs, feeling every bit of them. 

As I stood naked, fully naked in front of him, I found myself aroused. Who would have thought, Aiden undressing me, would be arousing!

He held my chin and I opened my eyes. 

"You say you want to break up with me?" he said nuzzling my cheeks. 

His hand went straight to my clit and without a thought, I shamelessly rubbed against it. He cooed. 

His other hand went straight to my left nipple, flicking it lightly, eliciting long moans from me. 

"You say you want to break up with me, sweetheart?" he said again, his nose still nuzzling my cheeks.

His hand that was brushing my clit, went to explore further and his fingers, tried to check my wetness. I protested with my moan and he chuckled and went back to my clit. 

"You are wet." He said.

And I could hear his arousal but nothing mattered to me, except to achieve the orgasm he was leading me upto. 

He suddenly pulled away. I opened my eyes, to see his sly smile and my own single small tear at the side of my eye.

"Please." I said quietly.

"You want to come?" 

"Yes." 

"You want to come or you want me to make you come?" he asked. I blinked at him blankly.

"Sweetheart, if you really just wanted to come, you would have started using your own hands to continue what you wanted." He added and it hit me, I wanted him. 

"I-" I started and looked at him.

"If you want it, you got to say it." 

"I want you to make me come." I got it out.

"Say please." He said smiling. 

"Please Aiden. I am yours. Make me come." I said it and I didn't register the meaning of it until later.

"Get on all fours." He said in a manner that was impossibly dominant and called an unknown psyche of me that wanted to do nothing but what he said. If he wasn't telling me what to do, I would die! I was quick to comply.

He went around kneeling behind me and the first blow came hard.

"This is for doubting yourself." He hissed and second blow. It was arousing me. Why?

He started with his relentless pace. His spankings getting harder and harder and although I was aroused, I fought my feeling of fainting. I did not want to faint. 

"Stop" I said and I knew it was too soon. 

"Amy? Are you okay? You can take a lot more than this." he asked and I looked at him with teary eyes.

"I don't want to faint." I said meekly and he smiled shyly.

"Do you want to have sex?" he asked and his breathing was harder. 

"Yes." I said looking at him expectantly. 

"Get on the bed." He said and I somehow stood on numb legs, walking towards my bed. 

He didn't join me and still standing, undressed himself. As he removed his shirt I saw his chest. Not that I was seeing his chest for the first time, but never in this way. I felt needing his warmth around me. He removed his jeans swiftly and then his boxers and I found myself staring at his cock and balls. My eyes were glued to it. 

I was still sitting and he was still standing. He came close and said, "suck" and almost instantaneously I did. 

Only taking his head, I swirled my tongue around and heard him curse. He pulled back and I looked at him. 

"Lie down." 

I expected him to kiss me but instead he walked towards my legs and kissed them. Moving from my knees to inner thigh, he didn't waste any time as he tongued my clit. 

Already aroused, it didn't take long to come. But it wasn't intense. I frowned, after I came, even though I felt relief bodily. 

He came up and gave me a hard kiss on my mouth. He tasted sweet-sour and it took a while for me to figure out it was my taste. 

As he unlocked his lips from mine, I realised he was probing at my entrance. I held my breath. I was losing my virginity- to my best friend.

"Relax. I didn't just make you come, so you could tense up again. I need you relaxed if we are ever going to- oh" he said as he found my hole and slipped in a little. 

I screamed. It burned. 

"Shh- sweetheart." He said but I was hurting so much. I started moving my hands and legs. He held both my hands above my head with his left hand, while his right hand went to guide his cock. I cried feeling helpless. 

He pushed further in. I felt sensitive. I wanted him out. 

He soon reached my pain point and I cried as loudly as I could. 

He left my hands to cover my mouth but I started pushing his hips away and he had to hold my hands again. Stopping my scream with a kiss, he pushed further and went past it. 

I felt immense pain and he relief at the same time. I felt full and he stretched me out little by little as he went deeper and deeper, so much that I had never imagined.

I cried and shook my head. He left my mouth and filled me completely. He didn't move at all and I felt his thumb brushing my clit. I relaxed and went lax. 

As he pulled out slowly, completely, I felt the burn again. Oh I couldn't endure this till he came. 

I looked at him and saw his eyes fixed down to how I took him completely. His balls touched my ass and I realised he was slow in his movements. Did he not want to hurt me? Or he knew this hurt tremendously?

I closed my eyes as he changed angles. I was moaning and moaned particularly loudly when it felt like he might have touched something that caused immense pleasure. More!

He didn't change anything more and continued and it felt heavenly. I could see in his eyes, he was about to come. I was there. He freed my hands which were now tired to move and tugged on my nipples. 

I felt – oh shit!

"Aiden", I said unable to hold back.

I bucked up and I was almost coming. This was intense. His hand on my nipples, my clit and filling me upto the hilt. 

"Come" He said and I gushed out my relief as I chanted his name.

-

I had trouble opening my eyes. And as I went beyond the brink of consciousness, I felt my body ache. Moreover something was pressing my body. 

I realised my head was buried in Aiden's chest. He was holding me tightly to him and his arm was pressing my head further close. I could hear the steady rhythm of his beating heart.

I smiled and must have made some tiny movement because Aiden's grip loosened as he allowed me to pull myself away from him- just a little. 

I blinked, to the soft afternoon glow in my room. To his hot, naked chest. To glance around the room. It felt like a dream. He smiled at me and kissed my cheeks. 

"How are you?" he asked whispering.

As I brought my arm up to brush my fringes away from my face, I saw I was wearing his shirt. I raised my eyebrow to him.

"You were cold." He said and frowned. 

"Aiden, I-" I began but he cut me off with a kiss. 

"Amy. I love you. And I want to dominate you, hurt you. But not in the way I think you are picturing. If you're scared by all this, I understand. But I need you to trust me. I know you want to be with me. Hell, you know you want to be with me. Then please, give us a chance. I want us to at least try." He said and I was speechless. I had never expected this! I wanted to cry. 

"Ok." I said as I had tears flowing over which I had no control it seemed.

"Thank you." He said and hugged me. 

"How are you?" he asked again. 

"Sore!" I said and we laughed a little.

"Why don't you go to sleep? I have to leave, but" he said and I didn't want him to.

"Stay. Till at least I fall asleep."I said and felt teas still running my face, sobbing a little. 

"Ok, sweetheart." He said and I shut my mind.

I woke up, in my own room. Alone. Dressed. 

I tried sitting up and every part of my body burned. God! 

I moved my legs to try and stand up and ended up falling in my bed. Oh! 

My eyes went to my side table. There were two strips of tablets and a note!

'Dear Amy,

I am glad you agreed. And I know you are sore. The pink tablet is a painkiller. Have one. And I hope you are on birth control. If not, the white one is for that purpose.

I wanted.

I love you. See you. Message me when you feel like it. 

-A'

I gladly took the painkiller and thanked my mom for having me put on birth control pills, even though she knew I didn't have a reason to be taking them. 

My eyes went back to the words he had cut. What did he want? 

I pondered for a while, lying on my bed. 

He was gentle today. Vulnerable, maybe. He didn't dominate much during... well leading up to that point, yes he did. 

Did he- was he not completely satisfied? Oh shit, he wants more. 

How the fuck would I do that, if every time it felt intense, I faint! If every time, he was doing something it felt intense. Oh god!

-

To be continued...



How I Fell In Love Ch. 04



Although sore and unable to get up from bed, I could do one thing! Google!

I did some internet research for fainting during orgasming. One can be surprised by the amount of things they can come across while surfing the net. After 5 or more clicks, I found myself reading about bdsm. How Aiden had hinted our relationship.

The more I read, the more I came to know about what are called 'scenes'. They are pre- discussed, not necessarily in detail, so that no one is uncomfortable with whatever might happen during. I learnt about humiliation, kinky toys and I liked some of them and condemned some. 

After a good few hours of research, I came to the conclusion that what Aiden wanted was to physically dominate me. I didn't know if he wanted the humiliation part; but I knew for sure I didn't want that. 

My phone buzzed. I saw a message. 



Aiden: Are you ok?

I was quick to reply.

Amy: I will be. 

Aiden: Don't come to college toms.

Amy: Hmm.

Aiden: You are quiet.

Mustering my courage I asked what I asked.

Amy: In your note that you left me, I could not help but notice the phrase you cut. What do you want?

Aiden: I want you.

Amy: Please. I want to know. You told me to give us a chance. How will I if you hold back?

There was a two second pause. 

Oh no! Did I mess it up?

Aiden: I had imagined a different picture in my mind of how I wanted us to fuck. Then I realised you must have had some very different picture of it from mine. I didn't get to do fulfil my fantasy exactly, neither could I fulfil yours. Pardon my explanation but I really do not know how to frame this in a better way.

Oh! This was Aiden! The sweet guy. The thoughtful guy.

Amy: Look, you don't owe me any explanations. Moreover even I am sorry that I was probably not enough. 

Aiden: You were beautiful. 

Amy: So were you. I have to go. Sorry.

Aiden: Tc. I love you.

My heart started beating a little faster. 

Should I say it back?

Amy: u 2.

There! Let there be ambiguity about whether the 'you too' was for 'take care' or 'I love you.'

My mom knocked on my door. 

"Hey, I came back. I got pizza. Dinner downstairs," she said and was about to leave when she saw that I was probably unwell.

"Honey, what's wrong?" she asked as she entered and I sat up.

"I'm ok. I just feel a little uneasy." I said. She came and sat next to me, putting her hand on my head, checking for fever. 

My mom was a doctor by profession so she had the annoying habit of worrying every time I was a little unwell. 

"You do not have fever." She said and started 

checking my pulse. 

"Mom, I am fine. And whatever this is, it will go after a good night's sleep." I said, assuring her that there was nothing to worry about. She let go and smiled. 

"Ok. If you say so. Dear, I need to tell you, I have to go away for a conference, tomorrow. It is for 10 days. And your dad won't be here for at least 5 more days. If you feel you are gonna get worse, I will cancel the flights."

"It's alright. I will be fine. I will trouble Mrs.D if I need anything." I added.

"Ok. I will keep her informed and ask her to keep checking up on you. How's Aiden, by the way?" She asked and I felt something in the back of my neck.

"He's fine." I said and shook my head. 

"Ok. See you downstairs." She said and kissed my forehead. 

--

The next day.

I was not completely healed but it didn't pain much. I decided to bunk all the lectures and stay home. Catch up on some TiVo. Mom had already gone but she left me some breakfast. 

Since she and dad travelled so often, we didn't really bother to say goodbye or ride to the airport. We had accustomed to it being a general thing. 

I went online to see Aiden had texted -me.

Aiden: Good morning sweetheart. Are you attending college today?

Amy: No. Mom left. I will just take rest maybe.

Aiden: Alright. Should I drop by in the afternoon? Keep you company? 

Amy: Yes. We need to talk. 

Aiden: Alright. See you. 

I got up, freshened up a little and just vegged out in front of the television. 

--

Around mid day, the bell rang. 

I let Aiden in and he dropped his bag and closed the door. I half expected a kiss but he chose otherwise. I went back to the couch. 

Taking a bottle of water, he joined me on the couch. Making himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the couch that was away from me. I blinked at him. A guy is not sitting next to his girlfriend in her house, when they are alone and there is zero probability of anyone knocking on the door, was insane and illogical.

"What?" he asked as he saw me staring at him.

"You are sitting a mile away from me." I said and he smiled. 

"That's because you said we need to talk. If I sit any closer, I will start kissing you and we'll never get to the talking part." 

That made sense. I blushed at his almost shameless confession that he would kiss me if he sat closer. Made me want to kiss him! I shook my head getting the thought out of my head. 

"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked.

"I-" I paused realising I had no idea how to frame everything and where to begin.

"Start with what this is all about?" he said as though having seen my confusion. 

"Well, it's about what you want in this relationship." I said and sighed, composing myself. 

"Go on." He said, leaning back, being passive. 

"Alright. I have been doing some research and I think I kinda know what you mean when you say you want to hurt me. It's basically physical domination." I said and he smiled, blinking a yes. 

I smiled. 

"Good. Now I will be candid. Here's what I don't want. I do not want to be humiliated. That's first." I said it and looked at him, with a serious face.

He nodded an ok. 

"Secondly, I saw- read stuff. About toys if you will. I am repulsed by a few of them and do not 

want you to use them." I said with gumption. 

"Ever!" I added for the effect. 

"And I saw some things online. Trying to get more information about the type of relationship you want and I- I-" I looked at him. I realised I was the only one talking and had established zero knowledge on what he really wants. 

"Aiden, please talk to me. Tell me what you really want." I said and all the assertions were gone. My voice was loaded with emotions begging him to talk. 

I looked down. 

He came closer. He gave me a slight peck on my lips. I found myself wanting more. 

"I want to really fuck you right now. Actually that's all I have been wanting to do ever since I left you here, sleeping, yesterday." He said.

I blushed at his confession. I felt the need and the soreness.

"Did you watch porn?" he asked and suddenly the moment was lighter. I wanted to laugh but only smiled. 

"No!" I said childishly. Impishly, he grinned and asked me, "What else did you watch?" 

Hey! He just changed the topic. That is not done!

"Don't change the topic. Tell me what you want." My voice started out assertive but ended in a whisper. His smile died and was replaced by the admission of the fact that I wasn't going to leave it. 

He sighed, "You really want to know?" 

"Yes," Oh, do I?

"Fine. I want to tie you up, blindfold you, clamp your nipples and after I give you a really hard spanking, I want to fuck your face and deny you your orgasms. I want to see you cry, beg me, call me 'sir' and repeatedly asking 'may I come?' even though I might keep saying no. Even if I am tonguing your clit. Even if I-" he stopped seeing the horror on my face. 

What the hell! This is what he wanted?

Then yesterday's fucking must have meant nothing to him. 

I saw it in his eyes, the sadism. He came close for a kiss with such command over me. The dominance that demanded my submission even in the face of horror. Even when I didn't want to kiss, and just revel a little in my stupefied state, I found myself leaning forward. Our lips met and he slightly poked his tongue and I immediately opened my mouth to him, allowing his tongue full access.

His tongue felt my mouth, exploring my palate, teeth and all of my mouth. I had to fight to breathe, as the intensity with which he was kissing was overwhelming me to the point of my incapability to breathe. 

He shifted and sat astride me. My hands went to his sides but he took them and placed them on his shoulders. I remembered he had done that earlier as well. I restricted myself wanting to please him. I moaned as he dropped his hands directly to cup my breasts. Without missing a beat, he started kneading them. Clothed!

My loose tee shirt, underneath which was no bra, was covering all my junk but the thin material provided little resistance to Aiden's hands as well as failed to hide the location of my now growing erect nipples. He found my nipples and rubbed them through my tee, tugging them softly. I groaned a little and accidently bit on his tongue. Hard! He broke the kiss but didn't stop tugging my nipples. 

I opened my eyes and found his studying my reactions to his tugging. But he came close, again and I closed my eyes again as he kissed me. 

He once again invaded my mouth but this time to invite my tongue into his mouth.

He gently sucked on it and in rhythm tugged my nipples.

I found myself growing wetter with each tug. I was way beyond being aroused. I was shocked. I remembered that he mentioned nipple clamps. Oh god! Even though I was scared a little, I was shocked that the thought of it fuelled my arousal. 

What scared me is that this was unknown to me. 

Up until yesterday, I had never experienced any touch on my breasts except for the one while bathing. Never had I paid any attention to my nipples and it didn't ever appeal to me. I had average breasts. I didn't even like them.

And yesterday, he had touched them and for the first them I wanted the touch, the caress. He was making me more aware of my body.

I hated and loved it. I didn't even know what would come next. 

He unlatched our mouths and I saw his pupils were dilated. 

"You are going to come." He said breathing hard and I could not make out if he was answering my unasked question or giving me permission. 

I realised that's what I was feeling. The arousal increasing multi fold.

He grunted and I realised he was rock hard and rubbing his crotch against my leg. I saw in his eyes, a look, a reassuring look. He was trying to tell me not to be scared. He demanded trust. Could I? Trust him?

I closed my eyes as he pinched and twisted my nipples hard. I let out an animal like grunt at the pain that seared through me as he left my nipples and pressed my clit through my shorts, rubbing relentlessly, till I was on the brink. 

I came.

Aware of my soreness and tiredness. Thankfully 

I had not fainted but was being summoned by exhaustion to sleep. 

I tried to fight my exhaustion. To try and open my eyes to see if he had come too. 

But I felt so fucking spent. I could not move and felt dizzy, even.

The next thing I felt was warmth along with comforting words on my ears. A soothing voice. 

Was this a dream?

I woke up. I saw I was in Aiden's lap. We were still on the couch. He was sitting and I was lying down with my head in his lap. He was brushing my fringes from my face. The soft afternoon light filtered by the curtains filled the room with a blissful glow. It seemed surreal.

"Hi." He said smiling.

"Hi." I said and realised it wasn't a dream. 

"You are surprised?" he asked. Was my face conveying my thoughts?

"Yes. What happened?" I asked.

"You came and you were on the edge of fainting. So I put you to sleep." He said.

That's not what I wanted to know. I wanted to know about him.

"I- That's not-"

"I came. If that's what you wanted to know." He said smiling and I blushed a crimson red. I also noticed that he was wearing a different set of jeans. I knew Aiden always carried an extra set of clothes.

"Umm. Did you also come before? I mean-" I said realising I had never known or asked if he had come any time when we- except for the blowjob on the first day. Oh shit! What kind of a person am I?

"Worried?" he asked in mock sarcasm and I blushed heavily. He wasn't the dark guy anymore. He was my best friend, pulling my leg. 

"Yes, I came yesterday." He said and I let out a sigh. "With you." He added and I felt- what is that feeling?

I had goose-bumps and he noticed. Trailing a finger on my forearm, he looked as if recollecting all that happened yesterday. I felt myself recall it. God! I was no more a virgin and neither was he. He was my first. I was his first. The knowledge overwhelmed me. 

But maybe not him, given it wasn't even close to what he wanted. I didn't want to talk anymore. Was this going to work? Him and me? 

Was he quiet because he was thinking the same thing?

We were quiet. Just soft touches, eye-lock for a moment every now and then. 

But it didn't last long. His phone buzzed and he leaned forward to retrieve it from the table nearby. His chest was almost too close to my face. I found an urge to nuzzle. But he sat upright again. 

"Yes, Mom." He said and I relaxed in his lap. 

"Yeah, she's here and she's ok. You want to talk to her?" he said. 

He handed me the phone and I took it, still lying in his lap.

"Yes Mrs.D" I said. 

"Hello dear. How are you feeling?" she said.

"I am ok now. Thank you Mrs. D. How are you?" 

"I am all fine dear. Why don't you come over here for supper? You can also have sleepover here. That way I can take care of you. We'll watch some movies."She said happily. The woman had such joie de vivre! 

"Umm,-" I began but she interrupted.

"Plus I also need to plan with you what we are going to do for Aiden's birthday." 

Shit! Aiden's birthday was a week away. How had I forgotten? 

"Yes sure. I will come. See you in few." I said and hung up.

Looking at Aiden, I smiled. He knew I was going home with him.

"So I am going to sleep on the couch tonight?" he asked and I could only nod, sorry. 

When we were kids we had slept on the same bed. But after we hit the age, he started sleeping on the couch whenever I would come for sleepovers. Whereas if he came to my place, I would bunk with my mom, or he would bunk with my dad. 

I got up and went to my bedroom to pack a few things. He followed me and gave me a hand. I was unsure of what would happen but calmed myself down. We can think of a way out. I told myself. 

I texted my mom about the sleepover even though 

I knew she would see it too late and would have no objection. But it was a tradition we followed. So I did it. 

"I am going to change clothes. Can you pack my books too?" I asked him and regretted it as he looked at me. 

He came close and I was coerced by his looks to stand still, immobilised. 

He didn't touch me but he leaned forward to kiss me. I tried hard not to touch him. He stopped kissing and looked at me. 

He reached for my tee shirt and with grace lifted it up. My breasts were exposed and I couldn't meet his gaze. I lifted my hands and he dragged the tee over my arms, making sure he didn't touch me. I was burning with the crave that was for his touch. 

He threw the tee shirt away, unceremoniously. 

Reaching for the button on my shorts, he gasped a little as I moaned at the softest touch at my belly. I looked at him innocently. Shy. He was wide eyed.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and it immediately fell on the floor. 

I wanted to hide my body, despite the fact that we had fucked yesterday. Or made love? 

I frowned at my confusion. Did I want it to be fucking or making love?

He left me standing naked to fetch my jeans and a pair of inner wears. 

This was embarrassing. 

He was going to dress me?

He came close and looked at my naked body once more before holding out the bra for me to put my arms in. 

I blushed. I took the bra from his hands and quickly, with practised movements, wore the bra. I didn't care if it wasn't graceful. I did the same with the underwear and he just looked at me with ill-concealed amusement.

I sighed as I took the tee shirt he was holding and wore it. Leaving my legs exposed. As I reached for the jeans, he stopped me. 

I looked at him befuddled. 

"Give me a second." He said and he just stared at me. I stopped and looked down. I relished his gaze though. But as much as I relished, I could not stand like this forever. I shook my head and smiling, slipped the jeans on. 

"God, I wish I could see you getting dressed like this every day." He muttered and I felt myself clench deliciously at his words. 

He went to pack my books and as I bent to remove a ruler from the bottom drawer I saw the bulge in his pants. I gasped and looked away. 

He took all the bags and we locked the door 

behind us as we left my place. 

-

His home.

His mom welcomed us in. Settling in, we sat down for dinner. 

"So, how's everything Amy?" she asked. And I was unsure to what she was referring.

"Everything is fine." I gave a general answer. 

"Good. Aiden tells me you guys sorted it out." she said and I coughed a little. He had told his mom about us? Why didn't he tell me this earlier? I looked at him. 

"The piping problem that we were given in the assignment. The one that no one else could solve?" he said and I was grateful that we were not talking about the relationship thing.

"Yes. We did." I said as I regained some composure. 

"Good. And I heard from Mrs.Malcolm that her daughter told her you guys were kissing in the classroom yesterday. Want to discuss that with me?" she looked at us expectantly. 

Talk about the devil!

Here I was grateful a moment ago that we were not talking about the relationship and now?

I threw a look at Aiden. He was the one who kissed me in the classroom. 

"We- It was not-" I saw Aiden fumble with his words. 

"It was a dare. Us few girls were playing truth or dare before the lecture and I got the dare to kiss Aiden. So I did. I did apologise for it later. I am truly sorry about that." I quickly came up with that and Aiden gave me a stunned look but truth be told I was stunned myself. I should have been a lawyer!

"That's sweet of you Amy, defending Aiden. But I know Aiden kissed you." She said and now I was caught. I went lax in my chair. 

"Are you guys in a relationship?" she asked. 

Her motherly interrogation and concern was revealing all that was being poorly concealed by us. 

"We are dating." Aiden said and I was shocked. 

We were way past dating phase. He said that because of my commitment issues? Or he was unsure of our status? Nevertheless, his mom was pleasantly surprised. 

"Mom, it's really no big deal. We just- It's nothing concrete so..." 

Her mom smiled from ear to ear. 

"It is a big deal. You guys are best friends. You are perfect for each other." She said and we started eating again. 

His mom approved. I felt good. 

"Mom!" he said and looked away. 

"So, have you guys?" she asked and I almost stifled a laugh as Aiden blushed and whined, 

"Mom!" This time in a higher voice. 

"Ok. So you haven't." She said and I burst out laughing. Did she presume this because Aiden had an image of the shy guy?

"I am still quite surprised you got the guts to kiss someone as beautiful as Amy. I always thought it would have been Amy, you know, the initiator. Seeing as she is always leading." 

She sounded surprised and proud. Only if she knew where my leadership skills and command went when Aiden touched me. 

This could not be more embarrassing as well as hilarious. 

His mom and I started laughing together as 

Aiden dived in his plate of salad. 

"I am so happy he is dating, and I am much happier that he is dating you. Well, honey, who else knows?" she asked me.

"No one. We decided to announce it later. Once we are sure this is what we both want." I said and it sounded wiser than I had intended. 




How I Fell In Love Ch. 04



But I didn't like it for some reason. It was like we were treating this, being in a relationship, like a math problem. Fixing all the constraints, checking all possible solutions and then presenting the final answer. 

She was still happy however. 

We finished the supper and as I started helping with the dishes, his mom stopped me.

"It's Aiden's turn today to do the dishes. You and me are going to go select which movie to watch." 

We left Aiden with the dishes and I went with his mom to the living room to pick a chick flick which we knew Aiden would hate. 

We started talking about the upcoming birthday.. 

"Well, I don't know. It's his 20th birthday. I wished we could do something nice. But I don't even know what he wants anymore. He grows more of an introvert every day." She said. 

"Well, I can inveigle what he wants out of him." I said and she smiled. 

I realised the meaning one would deduce from my sentence. That was not what I had meant. 

"Not like that. We talk." I tried to clear the mess I had made.

"I trust you. You won't manipulate him, I know. It's just. Ever since his father left us- he is not the same. I know I don't have to tell you this dear. You have been such a good friend to him. But I really thought about all this. I even wanted to tell you to encourage him to meet a girl, but you and him... I am very happy. But I don't know what I can do for him." 

I realised how she felt. Being a single mom, handling everything, I was overwhelmed that she felt like doing more for Aiden. My eyes teared up. 

"I- I am s-sure, he doe-sn't want anything m-more." I sobbed quietly and she cuddled me crying softly. We hugged and remained like that. I missed my mom a little. 

After I don't know how many years, Mrs.D had opened up to anyone. Was this because of my relationship? 

Aiden came in the room and eyed us. 

"The chick flick hasn't started yet and you guys are crying?" he joked and we composed ourselves again. 

"What is this all about?" he asked more concerned now than a moment ago. How did he change so quick?

"Nothing dear. Just a little emotional." She said and patted my hand and Aiden dropped his shoulders which I knew was a gesture he made when he let go of things. He sat between us. 

The movie started. It was some boring chick flick and I honestly wasn't interested. I was waiting for Aiden to touch me, do something. 

But on the contrary, he didn't. Which made me want his touch all the more. 

As the movie ended, we retired for the night. 

His mom eyed us, shyly, as to whether we would be sleeping together, afraid to pop the question. 

"I am sleeping on the couch." Aiden said and I saw some strange relaxation in her body language. Her mom was, once, strictly orthodox, but it had changed over the years. Yet we saw some glimpses of satisfaction every now and then we followed something traditional. 

I looked at Aiden who had well settled on the couch. 

"Good night Mrs.D. Good night Aiden."

"Good night Amy." They said in unison. 

He didn't even care to kiss me goodnight. 

I was already feeling the heat of his mom's shy inquisitive eyes on my movements to Aiden's bedroom door. I couldn't do anything but to walk in and close the door. A second later I heard her say good night to Aiden and close her door.

I went to brush my teeth and change into something more comfortable. Today had been good. I even felt my soreness had faded away. 

As I went to bed, I heard a small, soft knock on the door. Aiden? My heart started beating faster.

I went to open the door and he was standing there, in nothing more than striped pajamas. My mouth watered at the half nude site of him. He came in and kissed me softly. I was too stunned to respond. He broke the kiss and closed the door silently behind him. Is this the same, shy guy as my best friend? Because that guy I knew wouldn't have guts to sneak in like this... but them again I knew better.

He turned around and kissed me in a desperate manner. The passion obvious, along with something more... what was it?

Kissing me wildly, he tugged at my loose tee shirt and in swift motions got it out of the way. 

His teeth moved around to bite my mouth and he reached for the clasp of my bra and unfastened it. Hungrily he pressed his body onto mine and kissed me the same way he had when we first kissed. His hands went to hold my wrists tightly and I felt – light headed. 

"This kiss can either transform into fucking or it can be the 'good night' kiss you wanted a while back." he said panting and in between the kissing. 

I had already begun grinding myself against him, shamelessly and kissing him back with vigour and passion. Reciprocating his kisses and moans, I somehow answered, "I don't want 

this to be just 'good night' kiss." 

I still couldn't bring myself to say that I wanted to fuck. I revelled somewhat in the fact that in a manner I was still innocent, naive. 

He smirked and I knew this wasn't the sweet guy. It was the dark guy. 

"I want to do something. Do you want to play?" he asked, mid-kiss. 

"Play?" I asked. And he stopped kissing. His eyes had changed. His smile was wicked and his eyes gave a promise of something carnal. 

I took in the way we were standing. Hands running parallel to our bodies with his hands cuffing mine, my leg wrapped around him, rubbing my body against his, while he stood almost unaffected... so not fair. All that he had told me today, about what he wanted to do to me, came back, haunting me. I feared a little of him. The things he wanted. Will I be able to submit?

"Stop thinking and answer me." He brought me back to his question. 

"What do you want to do?" I asked in a whisper. 

Now unsure if going ahead with what he had in mind was indeed a good idea. His mom was in the adjacent bedroom!

"Orgasm denial, sound good?" he asked with his cunning smile. 

My insides clenched and my heart lurched with excitement and fear. 

"Is – Is that wh-what you want?" I stammered. 

"Well, for what I really want, you are not ready. So I am being considerate. Plus I know that you do like rough!" he said. 

I shuddered, feeling it to my bones. What he really wanted? I am not ready?

"Don't dwell on it. I need an answer." He said sensually almost, once again bringing me back from my world of thoughts. 

"Yes," I swallowed. 

"Good girl." He said and kissed me once before letting go off me. 

"Bed." He ordered and I turned around to walk towards it. I sat down desperately needing a support and looked at him. 

He was over his study table, rummaging through the drawers for something. 

He caught me staring at him. I instantly looked down. 

He strode towards me and with every step, I grew tense. 

He leaned forward and kissed me on my lips. I sighed and felt all the pressure drain almost. 

He, ever so slightly, pushed my shoulders back so I started to fall back on the bed. My legs were still bent at the edge of the bed. He was atop me, straddling my hips as he cupped my face to gently probe my mouth with his tongue. 

I took the opportunity to let my hands wander over his body. I started with his torso. 

Feeling his rigid muscles flex under my touch, oh! I didn't even know that all this time, my best friend had a hot body. I smiled at that thought and that caused him to break the kiss.

"Something amusing you?" he asked and pulled out the blindfold from his pocket. He looked at me once, and then put the blindfold over me. I didn't even resist as he robbed me of my sense and found myself aroused to the anticipation.

Leaning he brought his mouth close to my ear. I could hear his breath. My other senses heightened by the blindfold. 

"There's something I want that you can give me sweetheart. I want you to address me as 'sir' whenever we are like this."

His voice was liquid. His request more of a command. Surely one word couldn't change anything. What's the harm!

"Yes," I said and he immediately flicked my nipple, tweaking it and eliciting long moan from me. 

"Yes what?" he asked.

"Yes sir" I squeaked. 

I sensed the atmosphere change. One word made all the difference. I found myself more and more willing to do almost anything. I kept going back to the talk. He had told me this before... cry, beg, call me 'sir'...

I could feel his satisfaction and boost that the word had flooded him with. I felt... his possession.

"Good. Now you won't make noises because we don't want to wake my mom, right?" He said and I nodded. 

"So, do you need a gag, or I trust you to not make noises?" he said and I felt helpless. A gag, no! First a blindfold, now a gag? What was Aiden going to do to me? 

"I don't know sir." I said and I was even starting to like this a little. Something wrong with me?

"Ok. I will keep it handy. Anytime you make a sound that beckons me to gag you, be assured I will." He said calmly, in a dominant manner. 

I have to keep quiet! I told myself. This had to be my mantra for now. I can be quiet. How hard can it be? Plus I really do not wish to be gagged. 

I felt him shift and get off the bed. What? Where is he going leaving me like this? I still had my hands. I could remove the blindfold to see. But that would not be fun. Plus he hadn't given me permission. Permission? What was happening to me? Am I that much eager to submit?

I felt the bed dip again. Aiden was besides me. He took my hand and something pinched my index finger. 

"This is a nipple clamp." He said and a chill ran through me. I remembered he told me about this in the afternoon. Not so soon!

"I know it's a little too soon. But I will only use it if you come without my permission." He said and I whimpered as he touched my nipple repeatedly causing it to harden. 

He removed the clamp from my finger and rose from the bed. 

Again? How can he control himself when I am only in my panties and desperate for him!

I felt him kneel. His hands stroked my hips and I arched my back as a wave of pleasure ran through me at his unexpected touch. His hands travelled down to slowly roll my panties down my thighs and along my legs. He took them off and I felt him kissing my thighs. 

His palms were on my knees, pressing and pushing them apart. I blushed, somewhat thankful that he couldn't see it. But then I realised he was seeing something much more private. I shut my legs reflexively. 

"Amy" he scolded and I moaned a little in protest and opened my legs once more. 

I felt his gaze burn me as he sat between my legs, not touching, not kissing. He was idle and I swear I could feel his stare. 

Oh! This was torture! He wasn't touching me. I wasn't touching me. And yet, despite all that, I was aroused. 

His finger abruptly entered me. I put a hand on my mouth as I screamed almost at the surprise. 

Suppressing my sound, I felt him add another finger. Oh! 

I felt myself climbing with each stroke. I went lax at his leisure pace. And he added yet another finger.

My body went rigid. Three fingers were inside me? I felt his pace take it up a notch. 

Whimpers of plea fell from my mouth. I needed faster and faster he went. His thumb brushed my clit. I cried out, and clamped my mouth shut 

with my hand. 

I was so close. I was going to-

He stopped everything. His hands left me and I could feel nothing. I teared up at the intense feeling of denial. 

Tears ran down my face and I felt myself come down from the high. 

He came up, and the bed dipped as he pulled my hand from my mouth and placed the gag. I cried inconsolably. I knew I had been a little loud and that my hand didn't cut it. But I wasn't that loud to be gagged, was I?

Aiden was quiet. I needed him to talk. I wanted to talk, say something, but my throat constricted, denying me. 

Once the gag was in my mouth, my teeth clamped around it. His finger brushed my fringes to the sides and he kissed my forehead. The single gentle touch, intimate kiss made me relax. But was it enough?

He took my hand into his and got up from the bed, kneeling again. Once he was comfortable, he placed my hand on top my mound. 

He wanted me to masturbate? No! 

I quickly removed my hand away and shut my legs. 

"Do it." he said and I blushed. I couldn't even say no. The gag muffled everything. Including my ability to think! 

"Be a good girl and do it, Amy. If you don't do it, then I will punish you!" he said and I was appalled. I was scared a little about what the punishment would entail. No! I would rather masturbate. 

I reluctantly and hesitantly brought my hand to my mound again. Using my fingers I parted my lips and with my longest finger I traced a path from bottom to top and caught my clit. Sensitive from his earlier ministrations, I flicked it once. 

I could feel him studying me. Everything I did. An image of him that very afternoon of studying me when he tugged my nipples came to my mind. I remembered the tryst. I started masturbating to it. It suddenly changed to the first time I went down on him. How he had yanked my hair and fucked my face. 

I was close. All the memories were catalyst to the fact that I was masturbating in front of Aiden.

I felt myself about to come. My breathing hitched and I tried hard, relying on my senses to judge where he was. 

"Can I come?" I asked but it sounded incorrigibly meaningless.

"No." He said quietly but didn't stop my hands from pursuing my orgasm. 

I was on the brink, the point of no return. And he forcibly pinned my hands to the mattress, prying them away from my core. 

I screamed my heart out. With the gag in place, 

I couldn't even scream satisfactorily. 

I heard Aiden grunt. It took me a while to figure out that he was trying to control himself too. 

My breath coming in short pants, I didn't even try to speak. Tears flowed my face freely as I had no control over anything. 

I felt a tingle of need in my body. The intense pain of dissatisfaction coursing through me, begging for relief. 

I calmed myself down a little. Telling myself again and again, he wasn't going to let me come. 

I didn't want to resist anything now. I didn't want him to remove the blindfold, the gag; I didn't want him to cover me. I just wanted him to let me come. I would rub myself in front of him, for as long as he wanted if he just let me come!

His mouth closed around my clit in a swift motion. An 'oh' fell from my mouth. But it was well muffled. He hummed at my clit. 

He sucked for few seconds and the sensitive little nub was burning and ringing with pain almost. He flicked it a few times before sucking again. A constant hum came low from his chest and ended on my clit and I found the built again. 

I fought it with all my will. No! No build, no feeling, no sadness when he denies my orgasm...

But his fingers intruded me. And I failed myself as I came very close to coming. He slowed himself to an infinitesimal pace. I came down. This was agonising. 

His pinky finger which was resting on my lips slipped past my hole and went to my perineum. I stilled. What? 

All the pain forgotten, every feeling I felt replaced as fear crept deep down. No! Not there, please. 

He only touched gently the opening of my ass. I clenched around his fingers involuntarily. This was arousing me?

He stroked my ass with just his pinky. I was genuinely scared whether he would be penetrating me. My body went to maximum rigidness not allowing anything. 

Lingering there for a few seconds, he pressed his finger on the opening. I bucked my hips in protest, only to brush my clit against his thumb and pressed down on his pinky again. 

"I won't penetrate. I am just pressing." He said in a hoarse voice and I felt immense relief as I sighed my fear and relaxed.

He started going in and out with his hand and there was a constant pressure on my ass. His tongue once again curled around my clit and I needed to come like never before.

I was close. My exhaustion being fought with the sheer need to climax already!

Please Aiden, don't stop. His hands went to the fastest pace he could and his humming audible and echoing. Oh! Anything but don't stop. 

But alas! He did. 

I cried out desperately. All my hopes lost that I was ever going to come again. 

He got up and I heard some shuffle. The bed dipped and I felt his body against mine, the heat from his body exactly what I needed. 

Without preamble, and not caring if he had given me permission, I put my hands around him and pressed his body down to mine. He fought my embrace a little as he undid my gag and I closed my jaw shut feeling my muscles ache. 

Not waiting for a second longer, he pushed his cock all the way in. I was so wet that it didn't feel uncomfortable. I took in the feeling of fullness. It still burned a little. 

He started moving and set a pace. I found myself wanting more. 

His mouth closed on mine and absorbed all the little noises I was making. He removed my blindfold and I fought to open my eyes and find his blue ones staring into me. I shut my eyes as I tried to concentrate on the passionate kissing and the movement of his hips. 

He broke the kiss and held my wrists. 

Looking at me, tears still flowing my face, he said, "You look so good when you are crying." 

He had said this before and I had always suspected it as his odd way of affection. But now I knew this was how he must have imagined me. I could almost see the sadist in him. And yet I wanted this.

I didn't dwell on the feeling long as his hips thrust in me with all the force he had. My hands restrained by him, my body desperate for the relief he had denied, my thoughts which just faded away with each thrust of his hips, I wanted nothing more but to come. 

"Can I come, sir?" I asked beyond courage, 

crying yet the crying made me cathartic. 

"Oh Amy. Not yet." He said and my heart broke. I was never going to come again. I cried. 

He kept thrusting and increased the force. I was close and he grunted and covered his mouth with mine. 

"Come." He ground out in my mouth and an unexpected joy came over me as I felt every thrust push me closer to the edge.

He left one of my hands to flick my clit and that's all it took. 

I came spiralling down from all of the tension he had built. Forgeting everything else. I heard him call out my name and grunt loudly as he came and I felt his warmth inside and out. 

His frantic movement subsided and a calmness came over us as we lay on the bed and the only soothing voice was of the silent breathing. 

It cradled me to my already fainting state. 

-

I woke up the next day. Alone and in Aiden's bed. Satisfied yet something tugged my heart. 

I was dressed. I knew he had done that. But something in me had flipped. I needed him when I woke up. I was appalled. Why did I feel like this? Why would I want him after I have come? 

After being thoroughly satisfied?

I searched desperately for any note that he might have left me. 

My heart sank a little with disappointment, but immediately jumped when I found a note at the study table. 

'Dear Amy,

If you are reading this note, it means I am not snuggling you for which I am extremely sorry, I am. 

Last night was... indescribable. Thank you for being so beautiful. 

See you for breakfast. 

-A.'

I smiled at the note. 

Wait! Two minutes ago I was sad that he didn't leave me a note. Now I was on top of the world. 

Why did a small thing like a note mattered to me?

What was this?

To be continued...



How I Fell In Love Ch. 05



This is chapter five of How I fell in love. Please read the earlier chapters before reading this. 

I am also aware that this one has lot of loop holes that I intend to fix in the next chapter.

All feedback and suggestions are appreciated.

Thank you for reading!

*****

I rubbed my eyes lazily as I walked out of the bedroom in need of water to quench my parched throat. 

It was Sunday. Lazy Sunday!

As I came to the living room, I saw Aiden was not on the couch. I looked around. He had definitely not fallen on the floor. I looked in the kitchen. 

My heart started beating a little louder. Panic rose, my thirst forgotten. I knocked on Mrs. D's door. When after 5 seconds she didn't answer, I turned the knob and it opened with no resistance. 

The room was empty. And my mind couldn't keep up with the million questions. Was this all a dream? Was I not in a relationship with my best friend? Was my best friend just a sweet, regular guy and not a sadist? Was my mind playing a big trick, pulling a real number on me?

In my state of sub consciousness, the sound of the latch being undone cut through the idle air. I got my mind back. A sweaty, musky Aiden in nothing more than a over washed tank top and a pair of shorts looked at me, breathing with effort. 

"Good Morning." He said in a rush.

"Where were you?" I asked, my tone reflecting my fears and then some. 

"I was sleepless. I went for a jog. What's wrong?"

He dropped the keys on the bowl besides the small shelf and sauntered towards me. Was he seducing me? 

"What's wrong?" he asked, cupping my face in his hands, forcing me to convey through my eyes everything I was feeling. 

I didn't like being exposed like this. He was the cause of my anxiousness! And for some reason I didn't want him to know that. My fear was of losing him... he mustn't know this...

"I just woke up to am empty house. So, I just got scared." I forced a grin. 

"Ok. Well, Mom had to work. Hospitals don't rest on Sundays. So its just you and I." 

He smiled sweetly and then started stripping. 

"And you are joining me in the shower."

His smug smile was charming but my mind raced. I fought my thoughts and almost lost them as Aiden's chest was revealed, glistening with sweat. Next was his shorts, which took nothing more than a tug to fall down. He was wearing nothing underneath. Here he was stark naked and me still in my clothes. 

He stood unashamed of his body in front of me. Of course, he had no reason not to be comfortable. My best friend naked... shy guy wasn't he?

"Do you need me to undress you?"

His voice was heavy now, and I pried my eyes away from his cock, which I hadn't realised I had been staring at. 

"No. You can use the shower first. I can make us some coffee and sandwich in the meanwhile." 

The sentence was meant to be assertive. In a dominating tone. A tone of reason. But to my ears, it sounded a weak, very weak negotiation. A losing argument. And if I felt that, there was no reason he wouldn't feel it too. 

"Really?" his sarcastic question was loaded with the dominance my assertion had lacked. And with a short lived look of primal want in his face, I started taking off my clothes. 

We were naked in his living room where I had memories of little games we played when we were kids. Oh god! Who would have thought that so many years later, same spot, there would be a completely new game. 

"Sore?" he asked as he ran a finger along the length of my arm. My mind raced as I nodded my head in a 'no.'

"Looks like I have to work harder then."

He winked!

Holy shit! Aiden had never winked in his entire life! What the fuck! Was everything he did felt sexy or was it just me?

He came close and in anticipation of a kiss, I closed my eyes. 

Instead he whispered, "Go to the bathroom. Start the shower. I will join you in a moment."

Thankful that he had told me to move, I willed myself to not stand still anymore and learned to walk again as I walked naked through the house and did as he asked. 

After a minute under the shower alone, I had regained myself fully. I had so many questions and I wanted to talk to Aiden so badly about everything. I also needed time to adjust to the fact that I feared losing Aiden. And yet somehow- 

Aiden dropped our clothes in the basket next to the shower. Joining me, unabashedly, he grabbed me by the waist. His grin which seemed to be growing, was getting to me as he asked.

"How are you?" 

The tryst of last night, of a shirtless Aiden undressing me, blindfolding me, gagging me, forcing me not to come, came to my mind. I clenched. I also gasped. 

"Is there anything you didn't like?" he asked reading me like a open novel. My face, eyes were no more under my control I guessed. 

"Gag!" I said almost breathless, almost fearing that he would gag me right then. 

He chuckled. 

"I think you loved the gag!" he whispered. 

Oh! Did I? Oh no! I did. Somehow the gag had me scared and aroused. 

"Why were you scared this morning?"

He asked on a little serious note.

"I was just- Um - it was. I just woke up, I don't know I got scared."

"Hmm." He left me to grab the soap from the nearby shelf. 

He started soaping his hands and then gently soaped my shoulder. Almost massaging it. 

"Amy, what is it that you are not telling me?" he asked as he ventured lower massaging and kneading my breasts as he went lower. 

I moaned. Did I want Aiden to know that I had a fear? An insecurity.

"I- I - I have a question." I got it out somehow.

"Yes." He asked.

"Why did you do that?" 

"Do what?"

"Deny me, last night"

"Well, its a dominance thing. I control you. And one of the ways of controlling you is to control your orgasms."

He looked at me as he massaged my belly. 

"Amy, last night what I did, - its- well , normally orgasm denial plays don't last a night. They go for days, weeks, even months!"

The horror on my face was unmatched. Feeling what I felt last night - I could barely handle it for few hours, how could anyone handle it for days!

"Stop looking so terrified." He said hardly containing his amusement at my horror. 

"So, why did you let me come?" I asked, very serious and curious to know. 

"Because I love you." He said. His smile now faded. He was not touching me anymore. There was atleast a good 1 foot distance between us. 

"Do you love me because of what we..." I couldn't daresay BDSM acts. 

"No." He was now furious. The look on his face was one of disgust. He was angry. I thought he would beat me or something or yell at me. Within a millisecond, he took a deep breath and then said.

"You know what, why don't you finish up in here and I will take a shower later." 

He calmness shook me more. Had he said the same sentence in an angry, high toned voice, I would have grabbed his arm and stopped him. Made him talk to me and calm him down for real. This fake calmness, the tone of control when obviously he had lost his momentum, had me at a total loss. He took his towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

In all my life I had known Aiden there had only been a handful of times Aiden had got beyond furious. All of those times, it was about his dad leaving him. I had hardly confronted him once on that topic and that set his blood boiling. In an attempt to calm down, he had spent the entire day in our workshop, hopelessly fixing broken machines.

And now for the first time, the topic of our relation had sent him into this state. I replayed the conversation in my mind as drops of water washed me anew. Of course, he had expected I would say the three words back! But I didn't want to say it if I didn't mean it. He knew I wouldn't say it. Then why, why did he get so angry!

Finishing my shower, I dressed in a baggy tee shirt and a pair of shorts that came to my knees. I combed my hair and while doing so I saw Aiden going for a bath. He didn't look at me. Before I opened my mouth to say anything, he had disappeared. 

I took a breath, fixed my hair and went straight to the kitchen. Aiden had not slept, gone for a jog, had a shitty morning with me, a proper breakfast would definitely help. 

When I saw that Aiden had already prepared coffee, pancakes and sandwiches, my heart melted. Aiden!

Fifteen minutes later, we were having the most silent meal of our lives. Aiden was the guy who was normally quiet. But so far his quietness had never made me uncomfortable. This was the first time I was sitting in front of him with a constant tingle in my neck begging to make everything alright. 

I looked at him. He was wearing a black tee shirt which had a V neck exposing a little of his skin, and below were the cargo pants I had gifted him once. He sat, completely focussed on his plate. He ate bite after bite, without ever looking up. He wasn't slouching, but definitely sulking a little.

Unable to take the silence anymore I started talking, "Aiden. Stop this!"

My tone was slow, measured but a command no less. He stopped eating and I swallowed. 

Slowly, he looked at me. My breathing went up as he continued to stare at me. His eyes were now dark. He was angry and not at all pleased. 

With the same exquisite slowness he started eating again, looking down.

-

After having a breakfast I could never forget, I sat in the living room with my books, while he sat in his room with his books. 

We studied for atleast four hours. I revelled. Thankful to God that there was something that gave me an escape from reality. Like I could concentrate on something and get engrossed in it, that I could leave behind everything else.

My concentration on solving a particular problem was broken when Aiden approached me. He had a book on his hand and a pencil in another and he sat cross legged next to me. 

Did this mean he had forgotten if not forgiven?

"I am having trouble with this!" he declared never looking at me. 

"Let me see." 

I took the book from his hand, touching him only briefly and started solving the problem he had solved halfway. I finished and the answer was correct. I smiled and looked at him.

He said a bland 'thank you' and was about to get up and leave when I did what I should have done when he was leaving me in the shower. I closed my fingers around his arm, tugging it gently.

Our eyes locked. It was a moment of - we have this thing in chemistry, whenever a reaction happens, it goes from high energy state to a low energy state. And in the middle of the process there is this transition- a peak in the energy- a make or break moment. Well, our eye locking was that moment. Anything could happen. I was messing with a guy who had high energy levels. He had not fully subsided from his anger, just recoiled a little.

I wanted to begin with a 'sorry' and 'let it go', but I saw this quick transformation in his eyes. He was not the sweet guy, who was just a little upset, that had approached me. He was the dark guy, shielding his anger from me and yet showing it at the same time. 

"Sir." I breathed. The word still testing its effects for whom it had been said.

No words could come after that. I had knowingly submitted to the side of me that he called. A little nervous and a little anxious about his response, I held my breath. He didn't say anything, but only his pupils widened, there was a different spark in his eyes. A little twitch on his lips. A little flex on the muscle of his hand that I was holding. The small movements that would go unnoticed. 

"I want to spank you," he breathed and I let go off mine. 

I could not say yes, nor could I say no. My mind was torn. I knew this would be worse.

"I want to hurt you," he said now straddling me and holding my arms, my wrists. 

His lips just crashed on mine. And in a flash, he was biting me rather than kissing. He tugged on my lips and bit both soft and hard. He tested using his teeth, just how much my lips could take. Chewing on me, I pulled out my tongue to graze over his teeth, his lips. To my shock, he bit on it too!

I squealed and cried out and he let me go. 

"Amy, I want to do something really bad." He said as he ran his nose along side mine. 

My heart was in my mouth! Bad? How bad? How could he even say this and how could I be so aroused by just a simple admission?

I realised he was asking consent as well as arousing me.

"Safe word is 'paprika.' Do you want to play?"

Everything in me screamed! The way he had said that had made me aware that he was talking serious! He meant business. What if I don't come out of this? Safe word? So far none of our plays had involved a safe word. Just the mention of it was enough to send chills down me, for me to know that what was in store was beyond my imagination.

His fingers forcibly held my cheeks, asking me again, enunciating each word, "do you?"

"Yes sir." I gushed out in an exhale, as my body turned to gel, no longer mine. 

Standing up, he pulled me. We walked into his room and his room was covered with books. Obviously he had tried hard to study and get his frustration out. 

"What's the safe word?" he asked, did he knew I had not paid attention?

"Paprika!" I said almost like a little kid who had miraculously remembered an answer during her exams.

"Good girl." He breathed as he came close and undid the zipper on my shorts. It fell to my ankles without protest. "Remember that!" he said and he meant it. 

He walked to the drawers and I saw him take out something. I would have never guessed in a million years, that he would take out a flogger.

"Scared?" he smirked, enjoying this.

Only then was I aware how erratic my breathing had become, just how big my eyes had popped at the sight of the flogger.

"You have teased me so long with those legs. It's time they deserved a little something."

The flogger touched my ankles and then made their way up to my underwear clad pussy. He was only gently touching me with it. My chest rose and fell with each breath, each passing second. I swallowed in anticipation. 

The first kiss of the flogger came to my calves. I almost buckled at the sensation but didn't fall. Another came at the same place. The unpredictability only fuelled the sensation. The flogger then hit my right thigh. Then my left. 

He continued hitting me with the flogger, although he was light with it and then hooking the handle of the flogger to my panty, he pulled them down. 

"Step out of those." He commanded and I complied.

Going behind me, he lifted my tee a little bit to expose my butt. The flogger came harsh on it.

"Ow." I moaned.

"We've had enough warm up." He said breathing on my neck, making it impossible to register what he had said. 

A string of hits came along my legs and ass. Relentlessly. I danced everytime I heard the crack of the flogger and felt the skin tingle and pinch as I tried hard not to rub on those spots. 

"You know you have the nicest legs." He said as he delivered more and more of the flogger. The sound it made as it cut through the air made me aware of what we were doing.

After what seemed like forever, he stopped. I had not counted how many times he hit me with it, but my legs were taking efforts to stand.

"Want to sit?" he asked and I could figure he was standing next to me, although I couldn't ask my head to look up.

"Look at me, don't look down!" he said and kissed my cheek. I looked at him.

For a moment I saw a little fear in his eyes. He was scared?

The moment lasted less than a micro second as he pulled my hair roughly and made me kneel.

Bending down, he lifted my tee and got it out of the way.

"Get my cock out!" he said seductively.

I didn't waste a second as I undid the zipper on his pants and with a tug, got both his pants and underwear down to his ankles.

Stepping out of them, he grabbed his cock and squeezed it in front of me.

The smallest moan came from his mouth. "What are you waiting for!" he said, in a heavy voice.

I licked the tip. 

It had been too long since I last did this. And I remembered I had not done a good job. I kept licking and licked the shaft as I went along. 

"Enough of this licking!" 

He grabbed my chin with one hand and pinched my nose with the other, forcibly opening my mouth and pushing his cock as far as it would go!

I closed my mouth around him and sucked, careful to keep my teeth away. I started bobbing my head as he now held the back of my head and my nose. It had hardly been a few seconds and I was breathless. I tapped on his thighs and he let me breathe.

Grabbing my head with both hands, he thrusted his hips as I bobbed and we established a rhythm. I wasn't taking all of his cock, but was atleast sucking with all my might. I used a hand to jerk off the length I couldn't cover and with my other hand, I snaked around his balls. 

As soon as my hands touched his balls, he groaned, thrust his hips further and grew bigger in my mouth!

"Keep sucking me!" he said as he mindlessly enjoyed himself.

I was having a weird sort of power over him. I could feel it. 

And just as the little power came my way, he took it.

"Oh!" he groaned and then pushed deeper as he pinched my nose again. 

I expected his other hand at the back of my head, but he chocked my throat!

Completely at shock, I sucked deeper instead of letting go. 

I moaned in protest, in order to let me breathe but I saw the sadist in glee. He was enjoying my state of helplessness. My breath was in his hands.

Feeling dizzy, I was closing my eyes as he let go and I fell in search of breath. I supported myself on my hands and was just about to resume my kneel as he spanked me. 

"Stay on all fours." He breathed and spanked again. 

He had never spanked me this hard!

"Amy! This is called a spanking!" he explained as he delivered another.

I yelped. 

"So far I had only patted your bum!" he continued as he gave another hard spank making me cry out.

"But now, I really want to show you what a real spanking is!"

And then came hits after hits on my bum, never on the same place twice and without a rhythm or pattern. Aiden was really strong and was exerting all his power, summoning all his strength on his hands.

I cried out after every spank. He went on and on. I didn't count. I couldn't count. My mind was going. I had nothing but sensations on every part of my body and particularly on my bum.

The room echoed with the spanks, my cry, my breathing and his. It was a cacophony that was spinning my mind and taking me places I didn't know existed.

Once he stopped, my mind was lost. Devoid almost. I felt him lift me and lay me on his bed. 

Spreading my numb legs, he exposed me to the cool air.

"Don't move!"

He said and went to the drawers again as he came back with something that was well concealed in his hands.

He dropped things on my stomach. I looked at them! Small metal pieces... nipple clamps!

I didn't know I could be further scared, until then! The cool metal laying on my stomach made me clench for some reason. I could see my nipples harden at the thought of them on it! What was happening!

He straddled me and took off his shirt. My eyes were locked on the small objects on my stomach. His hands reached for my nipples and he took them between his thumb and forefinger, pinching once, twice! Making me spasm! 

He rolled the nubs between his fingers and I clenched tightly. He leaned and sucked on the right one and I closed my eyes. He bit before he released the nipple and then put a clamp over it making the bite last!

I squirmed beneath him! I was sensation everywhere! I tingled and felt and ache like never before! 

He moved to my left nipple, sucking it. I put my hands on his head, wanting him to stay there forever! He chuckled on my breast and then bit once! I cried out and said, "again!"

My word shocked me! And it shocked him too! But he complied. He bit again! I let out the most primal of cried! 




How I Fell In Love Ch. 05



He started chewing my nipple and I was in seventh heaven! It hurt like hell but I was getting more aroused with every bite!

I moaned and moaned and cried out "It hurts but don't stop!"

And that's when he stopped and replaced his mouth with the clamp. 

I jerked my legs at the sensation. In protest to take them off, my fingers started to undo them, when Aiden held my hands, my wrists and secured them above my head, brushing his chest on my clamps in the process.

My eyes closed involuntarily. I made sounds that were incorrigible. My own voice didn't sound mine!

"Don't come!" he said and with a single thrust be buried himself in me with a growl!

He started with his relentless pace and soon, all too soon, I felt shudders in my body. My breasts jerked with each thrust of his hips and the bite of the clamps hardened. I was no longer aware of the thoughts in my mind. It was just me and Aiden!

My eyes opened, looking at Aiden. He was still pretty mad it seemed. 

"Sir, please!" I begged as I sensed my orgasm approach!

"You can't come!" he bit out in anger as he thrusted harder.

"Please!" I begged further!

"Don't beg!" he growled and suddenly stopped and took himself out!

His words came back to me! He had said 'cry, beg, call me sir!'

And now he was asking me not to beg?

More than that why had he stopped? 

I saw him getting more angry if anything else!

"Let's add some risk to this shall we?" he said and for the second time today, I was scared after I had thought I couldn't be scared anymore!

"I am going to open the window. Someone might see us! If someone does see, you get to come!" he said!

What!

"What!"

"It's either that or you don't come for the next 24 hours!" 

"But!"

"48!"

I shut my mouth! Knowing every word would cost me!

"For every five seconds you take extra on making that decision, 10 hours get added!"

I was wasting time and it was going to cost too!

"Window."

I said, in disbelief! Disbelief that it was Aiden! Disbelief at what he had just done!

"Alright!" 

He got up and opened the window to the left. Even though we were two storeys up, anyone could see us from the streets if they wanted to. My heart raced. I am naked! Nipples clamped! Aiden would be fucking me in front of an open window. A show to anyone who looked up!

I started crying! 

Aiden turned to me and smiled. He made me sit on the bed and then positioned himself.

"I am tired. You ride!"

He said and made me straddle him! Great! Now anyone seeing would only see me and not him!

My heart started beating loudly. I felt the adrenaline pump through me!

Straddling him, I hovered above him and then sank down on his shaft!

I clenched tightly around him. Feeling every single inch of him.

I went slowly, learning how to lift my hips and then sitting back down. My movements slow and measured. 

"I said ride me!" Aiden said stressing on the ' ride'.

I tried going faster. It hurt a little. But I was beginning to fall in love with this hurt!

"Faster!" Aiden commanded.

His eyes were almost fixated on the window. I purposely didn't look towards the window. One because I would be damned embarrassed if I looked into the eye of anyone who might see me and second, because I had read somewhere if you stare at someone or stare at a road, that someone might stare you back and the probability was almost more than 50%.

So as I started going impossibly faster, with my breasts bouncing shamelessly, and with each jerk my nipples crying, I relied on Aiden as he told me, how many strangers passed but none of them had looked up!

"Seems like you are not going to come for the next 48 hours cause I am about to come!"

He groaned. My crying had not stopped, only aggravated, my mind in a state of haze, my body in a orgasmic denial. Slowly, I had stopped paying attention to Aiden, or anything else!

-

I woke up snuggled in Aiden's arms. Dressed in his tee shirt and cargo pants. My mind unable to recall why I felt so hurt! 

I pushed Aiden's hands away only to see, he was deep asleep. He was unmoving. He had his arms around me so strong, I couldn't get out. 

I patted on his arm. 

He stirred a little but went straight back to sleep. I took him in. His hair was a mess, his cheeks were glowing, his lips were red and the expression on his face was one of hurt!

Why was he hurt?

I patted him arm once more! This time with a little more strength. He woke up.

"Hey!" he said as he took one of his hands and rubbed his eyes. 

"Are you alright?" I asked, not being able to resist why he had the hurt look.

"I should be asking you that!" he said in remorse.

"I am fine!"

"I am sorry." He said genuinely.

Before I opened my mouth he looked at me.

"I crossed a line, didn't I? I hurt you! I tried holding to you but, if you want to leave me because of this," his hands momentarily tightened around me, "you can. You never committed to anything! I won't force you!"

My mind was at a loss! Had I said something? Had I done something?

Aiden was almost on the verge of crying. 

"You should leave me. Before I hurt you so bad that..." his voice trailed off.

I looked at him. Wasn't he the one who had said that he loved me? Would never want me to leave?

To be continued...