Page 127 of Brutal Truths

“Yes, sir.” The response leaves me before I can think better of it, soft but certain.

For a second, I wonder why it felt so natural to say. Realizing that’s because I like how it sounds.

He swats my arse again, the sound sharp in the small space. “I can’t tell you how much I like hearing you call me sir. Now hurry up.”

Once he’s stepped out of the shower, I reach for my shampoo and conditioner and rewash my hair.

After turning off the water, I step out. The air feels fresh against my skin, more settling now. I grab a towel and dry myself quickly, the simple act helps keep my mind stay in the present.

When I look up, the reflection in the mirror has changed. The woman looking back doesn’t look so lost. She’s not entirely herself yet, still fragmented, but glimpses of her old self are beginning to emerge.

I toss my towel on the floor and rush out of the bathroom, barely making it to the bed before Aiden returns. My arse is in the air like he asked, and I make sure it’s aimed right at the door so he sees just how wet I am for him.

The door opens seconds later. “Fuck, you look gorgeous.”

I wiggle my arse and giggle, hoping that hides how nervous I’ve suddenly become now that this could really happen.

Aiden steps up behind me, dropping a jar of unopened coconut oil on the bed. “You sure about this?”

Am I?

He grabs my arse as a soft moan slips out, and he squeezes. “I’m not about to take you here unless you’re absolutely certain it’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want.” I drop my head to the bed, making my arse lift higher. “I think.”

He pauses behind me, not moving away, not pressing harder. He waits. Giving me the chance to stop him if I need to.

Unscrewing the jar, he dips his fingers inside, gathers what he needs, then coats the oil over my forbidden hole. The tip of one of his thick fingers slides inside easily, and I try not to whimper at the invasion.

It’s unfamiliar. Strange in a way that makes me tense before I can stop it.

Not bad. Just… not what I expected.

A low chuckle comes from behind me as he slides it free, the tension breaking just enough, before his hand lands in a quick, playful tap.

“That’s not happening,” he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Not now. Maybe later, if you still want. But we’ll do it properly. Might need to get us a few toys to play with first.”

“Toys?” I glance behind me and blink several times. “You want to shove a dildo up my arse?”

“Not exactly.” He takes the jar with him as he heads back into the bathroom. A beat later, water starts running, before he hollers. “More like a butt plug that vibrates and helps stretch you out. We can start small and work our way up.”

He peeks around the doorframe and grins, likely because I’m still on all fours gaping at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Or not. I don’t need to fuck your arse, princess. Your mouth and pussy do the job just fine.”

He walks out drying his hands on the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

The sight of him makes my mouth water. When my eyes travel to his cock, I wince and clench my arse cheeks. I can’t believe I thought it would be fun letting him ram that thing inside that hole. I’d be walking funny for days. It’s already a challenge taking him in the fanny where it belongs.

“Speaking of your mouth,” he struts up to me, wraps his fist around my hair, and drags the tip of his cock along my lips. “You wet for me, princess? Want to suck my cock like a good girl while I spank your arse.”

After licking my lips, I nod. “But only if you promise to eat me out while doing both.”

Pre-cum beads from his cock and I dart out my tongue for a taste, earning a hard smack on my bare arse. “Get up. If we’re doing this, then you’re using my face as your throne. I want you to come all over it while I fill your dirty mouth.”

I shift, giving him room to climb onto the bed. The moment he settles, his hands find my waist, dragging me to where he wants me. He doesn’t even give me time to think before his mouth is on my pussy, working me up. I almost forget I’m supposed to be sucking on his cock until he smacks my arse.

It doesn’t take long. In just a few minutes we’re both coming and swallowing. I love how he tastes on my tongue. It may be my favorite new flavor.

I should’ve known that he wouldn’t stop there. As soon as he stops pulsing in my mouth, he flips me over onto my back, shifts around so his face is now above mine, and then kisses me like he can’t stop himself.