Liam
Breakfast is filled with endless charter as Grandmother grills Ariana for information about her and our relationship. Ariana doesn’t give out much but she looks happy talking to her. Actually, I am left out of the talk on the table, which is a relief. I don’t think I fit in this girl’s talk. Melinda brings a coffee pot and cups to the table. She places them there and leaves quietly. I pour myself some and watch, fascinated by the conversation going on. They are talking about college. I have never heard grandma talk about her college days. She is much of a story teller but I never heard about her college experience. When I prepare myself to give the conversation a sneaky ear, my phone rings. I pick it up and excuse myself from the ladies.
Marcus has been calling me all day about the ship inspector we requested from the East. He is an expert in the field as has twenty years of experience. He will be the perfect man for this job and will help coordinate with the staff for our new project.
“The company says that he will becoming in two weeks to review our plans and talk with the board,” Marcus adds.
“That’s great,” I say, seeing my plan coming together.
“And also, about the seminar in LA this weekend, I have prepared the presentation that Brooke will give. I will deliver it your office on Monday,” he says.
“Good. Is there anything else?” I ask.
“Nothing more, sir. Enjoy your weekend.”
“Thanks,” I say and hung up.
I have a seminar this weekend, and I have to travel on Friday to Los Angeles. This is a precious chance for me and Carter Ships. We will get to discuss all about ship building and I will have a chance to talk with those that are successful in the field. I am earge to learn, I don’t want to dive into anything without prior knowledge on what I am supposed to do.
That means, I won’t be available when Ariana graduates. I wouldn’t have attended it, but we could have met up later and I would give her a congratulatory fuck. A huge foolish grin forms on my face thinking about fucking Aria on her graduation day. That’s a chance I am going to miss, but I want her to have fun when I am away. Perhaps I should add more on her graduation gift. Aria liked it when I took her on the boat. Perhaps, I should give her more, bigger. A cruise! That’s it. We have cruise ships that take guests on the weekend on they get to spend the whole time on water. Clara would love that, if she was with her friends, or family. Which ever, it’s her choice. I could add some extra tickets. I make a mental note to email Brooke to get them for me.
After making up my mind about the perfect graduation gift to give Aria, I walk back to the dinning room. Melinda is clearing away the used plates from the table. I see they are done eating and both have a cup of coffee in their hands. I thought grandma would be overwhelmed, but I never expected her to get this comfortable with Ariana.
Grandmother gets up from the table.
“Dear, it was nice having me here for breakfast, and I think I should go now. You guys probably have plans for today and I don’t want to be much of an interruption. I want to go and prepare myself so that I can make it to evening mass,” she says and then looks at
Aria who smiles at her.
“It’s okay, grandma. It was a pleasure having you over,” I tell her while walking to her.
“Ariana, it was nice meeting you,” she says and holds Aria’s hand. Whoa! So touchy grandma! You might scare her away.
“It was nice meeting you too, Claire,” Aria responds.
She approaches me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Have a good day, dear,” she says and then walks out of the room. I go after her and so does Aria. Hector is waiting on the door way for her. He is going to drive her home and then come back.
She waves to us and then Hector walks her out. I turn and find Aria looking all thoughtful. I wonder what is going on in that beautiful mind of hers.
“So, I was wondering what you and grandma were talking about,” I tell her, and her lips lift into a coy smile.
“It was nothing, just the normal stuff,” she responds.
“What normal stuff? Was it about me?” I am so curious to know. Ariana chuckles and takes a few steps back.
“Yes, a little,” she responds.
“What exactly?”
“I just wanted to know about your childhood,” she replies with a shrug.
“Really? You could have asked me. I could have told you,” I tell her.
“She was more forthcoming,” she tells me.
“So you don’t find me forthcoming, at all?”
“No, you are forthcoming about somethings but…” her voice starts to trail off.
“But what?” I press on.
“What are you so insecure? Is there something you don’t want me to know, and you are afraid that she might have let the cat out of the bag?” she raises an eyebrow at me.
“I have not lived a scandalous life as it may seem. I don’t think my life story could interest you,” I tell her.
“Everything about you interests me,” she says. Oh, Aria you flatter me. I shake my head and try to let the matter go.
“I think she likes you,” I say holding her hand and walking into the main living room.
“I also like her. She is a nice and friendly lady,” she says.
“Oh , I will make sure I let her know that you think so.”
We walk back into the house, Aria’s eyes scan the place.
“What would like to do? We have all day?” I ask her swinging our hands to and fro.
“Right now, I am thinking that maybe you could give me a small tour around the house,” she replies.
“I can do that. What would you like to do after that?” I ask taking her through the corridor to the library. I know she will like it.
“Depending on the mood, I want you to take me to me to the bedroom so that you can tie me up on your bed like you promised me last time,” she responds, surprising me.
“Really?” I ask, gauging her look
“Yes, I want you to tie me up and do all those dirty things to my body, take my pleasure and control it,” she responds, her eyes dark. Fuck! She says all those words that awaken the dominant in me.
“Why don’t I take you right now instead of doing a boring tour?” I ask, chasing my luck.
“I want this tour, Liam. Besides, I want to mentally prepare myself to submit to you,” she responds. Oh, god! This woman is right under my skin. She wants to submit and now I badly want to dominate her, her mind, her body her thoughts, I want to control them to own them. I want to do this. I have never picked interest in a submissive to serve me in a relationship but if Aria keeps interest like this, I might end up changing my mind about this. Ariana gives me one more mischievous look before pulling my hand so that we can continue looking around around the house.
When the house tour is over, I am too hot to wait. I take Aria to the bedroom like she asked.
“Take your clothes off. All of them,” I order. She obeys and takes off her shoes, followed by her dress. I leave her to get fully undressed as I wonder through my closet for what could be helpful. Bathrobe ties. I pull out two ties and I pick out a new black handkerchief. It looks big enough, it will work. I have to improvise.
I find Aria ready and waiting. There is a blunt of excitement in her eyes. She wants to do this and so do I.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her one more time just to make sure.
“Yes,” she responds.
” I don’t think we need safe words for this but if you can’t take anymore, you can just say stop and I will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replies. She looks determined.
I approach her and stand behind her. I braid her hair into one long braid and then kiss her neck. She shivers at my touch but stays silent.
“I am going to use this black cloth to blindfold you. I will take away your sight, do that means you have to put your trust in me. It will increase the intensity, not knowing what I am going to do next or where I am going to touch. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes. I trust you, Liam,” she responds. I fold the cloth carefully and gently place it on her eyes, tying it at the back.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” she responds
“Good. Now climb onto the bed and lay straight on your back,” I command and she efficiently does as she is told.
I swiftly remove my shirt and climb up the bed beside her. I grab her fists, and raise them above her head and tie them together using the bathrobe tie. I secure it safely on the bedpost. “Keep your hands up here, don’t move them. Understand?”
She swallows.
“Answer me.”
“I won’t move my hands,” she says, her voice husky.
“Good girl.” I can’t help my smile. She lies beside me, wrists bound, helpless. Mine.
Not quite to do with as I wish-yet-but getting there.
Leaning down, I kiss her lightly and let her know that I’ll kiss her all over.
She sighs as my lips move from the base of her ear down to the hollow at the bottom of her neck. I’m rewarded with her appreciative moan.
Her lips are parted and her chest is heaving with each rapid breath. She’s turned on.
Good.
Cupping her chin, I start kissing my way down her body. My hand travels over her breasts, my lips in hot pursuit. With one hand on her belly, holding her in place, I pay homage to each of her nipples, sucking and nipping gently, delighting in their hardening response.
She mewls and her hips start to move.
“Keep still or I will have to restrain your legs too,” I warn against her skin. I plant kisses across her belly, where my tongue explores the taste and depth of her navel.
“Ah,” she moans and squirms.
My teeth graze her skin. “Hmm. You are so sweet, Miss Manroe” I gently nip between her navel and groin then sit up between her legs. Grabbing both her ankles, I spread her legs wide. Like this, naked, vulnerable, she is a glorious sight to behold. Holding her left foot, I bend her knee and raise her toes to my lips, watching her face as I do. I kiss each toe, then bite the soft pad on each.
Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, moving alternately from a small to a capital O. When I bite the pad on her little toe a little harder, her pelvis flexes and she whimpers. I run my tongue over her instep to her ankle. She scrunches her eyes closed, her head twisting from side to side, as I continue to torment her.
“Oh, please,” she begs when I suck and bite her little toe.
“All good things, Miss Manroe,” I tease.
When I get to her knee, I don’t stop but continue, licking, sucking, and biting up the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs wide as I do.
She trembles, in shock, anticipating my tongue at the apex of her thighs.
Oh no…not yet, Miss Manroe.
I return my attentions to her left leg, kissing and nipping from her knee up the inside of her thigh.
She tenses when I finally lie between her legs. But she keeps her arms raised.
Good girl.
Gently, I run my nose up and down her vulva.
She writhes beneath me.
I stop. She has to learn to keep still.
She raises her head to look at me.
“Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Miss Manroe?” Holding her stare with my own, I push my nose into her wetness and breathe deeply. Her head flops back in the bed and she groans.
I blow gently up and down over her pussy. “I like this,” I mutter.
“Oh, please,” she pleads.
“Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Aria.”
She moans and I hold down her thighs, opening her up to my tongue, and slowly start circling her clitoris.
She cries out, her body rising off the bed.
But I don’t stop. My tongue is ruthless. Her legs stiffen, her toes pointed.
Ah, she’s close, and slowly I slip my middle finger inside her.
She’s wet.
Wet and waiting.
“Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.” I start to move my finger clockwise, stretching her. My tongue continues to torment her clitoris, over and over. She stiffens beneath me and finally cries out as her orgasm crashes through her.
Yes!
I kneel up, undo my fly and grab a condom. Once it’s on, slowly I ease myself into her.
Fuck, she feels good.
“How’s this?” I check.
“Fine. Good.” Her voice is hoarse.
Oh…I start to move, reveling in the feel of her around me, beneath me.
“Oh my god , Liam!” she moans as I pump again and again, faster and faster, losing myself in this woman. I want her to come again.
I want her sated.
I want her happy.
Finally, she stiffens once more and whimpers.
“Come for me, baby,” I utter through clenched teeth, and she detonates around me.
“Thank fuck,” I cry, and let go, finding my own sweet release. Briefly I collapse on her, glorying in her softness. She moves her hands so they are around my neck, but because she’s tied she can’t touch me.
Taking a deep breath, I rest my weight on my arms and stare down at her in wonder.