~Joan~
“Where are we going?” I asked as Aaron took a different route, one that didn’t lead to either of our houses.
“It’ll ruin the surprise,” he said curtly. I raised a brow as he pressed harder on the accelerator, the hum of the car filling the silence.
“I don’t like surprises,” I stated. He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, before speeding up again. The wind whipped my hair, tangling it into a mess. I should have tied it up.
“Are you kidnapping me, Thompson?” I asked, a hint of humor in my voice. He smirked but said nothing. Resigned, I leaned back in my seat, watching the streets blur past.
Matthew wasn’t thrilled when I told him I had to leave suddenly, claiming an emergency. He’d offered to come along, but I declined, knowing the last thing I needed was him crossing paths with Aaron. That was a suspicion I wasn’t ready to fuel.
Aaron eventually pulled up in front of a gate flanked by high walls. I shifted uncomfortably as it slid open.
A house came into view, and my jaw dropped. Calling it beautiful would have been an understatement. Unlike the house in Spain, this one had a modern charm, with a small waterfall cascading in the front and a massive compound leading to a sleek garage.
He drove into the garage and killed the ignition. I turned to him, still trying to process what I was seeing.
“Whose house is this?” I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice. He raised a brow, silently challenging me to figure it out. I narrowed my eyes.
“This is your property?” I muttered, more a statement than a question. He shrugged before stepping out of the car and walking around to open my door.
“It’s mine,” he said simply.
I climbed out slowly, taking a few hesitant steps forward as he shut the door behind me. The unease in my chest lingered despite the house’s beauty. As breathtaking as this place was, it felt far too isolated. If something happened here, no one would know. No way in. No way out.
At the thought, my pulse quickened. I turned to face Aaron.
“Why did you bring me here? Planning to kill me already?” I asked, injecting a casual tone to mask the apprehension in my voice.
His lips twitched into a faint smirk, though his eyes turned thoughtful. “Hadn’t considered that. But since you brought it up…” he trailed off before gesturing for me to follow him toward the main entrance. The heavy doors swung open with an ease that hinted at luxury.
I stepped inside, the plush designs immediately drawing my gaze. Unlike his penthouse and the house in Spain, this one had a surprisingly light and airy feel. White and blue dominated the decor, giving it a homier touch.
“These colors are hideous,” Aaron muttered, his voice breaking the silence as our footsteps echoed off the walls.
“What’s your favorite color?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the energy still buzzing through me.
He glanced back, his expression unreadable. “I don’t have one,” he said shortly.
I rolled my eyes. “Everyone has a favorite color. Even you.”
He didn’t respond, as expected, and instead continued up the staircase. The house felt unfinished, with barely any furniture in sight.
I followed him to a second set of stairs, leading to a single door at the top of the hallway. I paused, folding my arms as he opened it.
“Are you indirectly giving me a tour of your house?” I asked, my tone dry.
He hummed in response, not bothering to look at me. “Is that what you think this is?”
The door swung open, revealing a room that could only belong to someone like Aaron. Spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows framing the night sky, a massive bed dominated the center. Three doors branched off the room, likely closets and an ensuite. It was impressive, no doubt.
I turned to find Aaron watching me, his expression calm but unreadable, hands casually tucked into his pockets.
“What are you playing at?” I asked, breaking the silence.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room toward me, pulling something out of his pocket-a dark piece of cloth. A blindfold.
“The only color I don’t mind that isn’t black,” he said, his voice dropping, “is the color of your eyes.”
My breath caught as his words hung in the air.
“And this?” I asked, gesturing to the blindfold as my voice grew steadier.
“This,” he murmured, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, “is my way of making your night better. From that awful date.” His lips curved slightly. “Now, come here.”
For a moment, I stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to move. Then, as if against my better judgment, I found my legs crossing the space between us.
Aaron reached out, trailing his fingers lightly along my cheek before letting them drift lower, pausing just at the curve of my breasts. Heat flared under my skin, and I swallowed hard.
“Strip for me, kitten,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding. My lips parted, my breath hitching. Anticipation buzzed through me, each nerve in my body was alight.
The fantasies I’d tried to bury rushed forward, vivid. I bit my lip, a thought blooming in my mind.
“I think I’d like to do that blindfolded,” I murmured, my voice daring.
A flicker of approval crossed his face, and he stepped closer, tying the cloth firmly over my eyes. Darkness enveloped me, sharpening every other sense. My heart pounded, loud and insistent.
I heard him step back, leaving me standing alone in the vast room. Silence stretched, heavy and expectant.
“Give me a show, kitten,” his voice came, smooth and commanding. “Be my slut for tonight.”