Her Canadian Dream [Her Canadian Dream] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“I’m sorry. I was going to eat before you came home but I got lost in a book and didn’t realise the time.”

Aiden walked up behind her and, taking her by the arm, gently pulled her back round.

“Hey. I didn’t expect you to cook for me. I can’t remember the last time I had a proper home-cooked meal. And as long as you’re here you need to treat this as your home. No eating alone unless you choose to or I’m out late.”

Her arm tingled where he held her and a bolt of lightning zinged down to her clit.

His soft voice cut into her suddenly blank mind.

“Breathe, Aly.”

She hadn’t realised until he spoke that she had been holding her breath, but did as she was told and inhaled deeply.

Her startled gaze rose and quickly fell again as he stood before her, hand still holding her arm, thumb stroking her skin through the thin fabric of her sweater.

Quickly grabbing the plates she placed them, one on each end of the large table, and took her seat. Her hands shook as she picked up her fork and started to eat, not daring to look up at the man at the other end of the kitchen.

“Look at me, Aly.” Again his soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

Aly swallowed hard but kept her eyes down on her meal.

“Look. At. Me.”

Aiden’s voice deepened and her eyes flew up to meet his intense gaze.

“Before we go any further, let’s get one thing straight. As long as you are here in my house you will treat it as your home. I don’t know what Jan told you the rent was…but I will only accept your share of food and utilities…”

He raised a finger as she started to speak.

“I repeat, I do not want rent. You need to save what you have for when you get back home. This house was my grandparents’, which means I don’t have a mortgage. We can share supermarket bills and you could give me something toward electricity, gas, and so on, but that’s it. If you’re cooking for yourself I would appreciate sharing, because this meal is amazing, but it’s not part of our agreement. I have a cleaner come in once a week to do the important stuff and I usually go to the supermarket once a month to stock up.

“If you need anything done in the house, such as bringing in logs for the fires, you will ask me. I do not expect you to carry them in, and I will make up a fire each night ready for you to light should you be in before me in the evening.”

His words were forceful, brooking no argument, and she nodded.

As they finished eating, she rose to start clearing the table. He watched her as she moved around the kitchen, his dick never letting him forget just how much he’d like to grab her and throw her over the table and fuck her until she screamed.

Her movements were economical as she loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the worktops.

“Coffee?” she asked softly as she finally turned to face him. As she watched his gaze drop to her full bust, her breath hitched. Her nipples peaked and her face flamed at the knowledge that he could see how he was affecting her.

He got up from the table and walked toward her. She froze, back against the worktop, as he got near.

“Aly…”

She gripped the edge of the worktop as he leaned into her and whispered, “I don’t bite. Well, only when invited to.” He grinned. “I won’t deny I find you very attractive, but I also know you only just broke up with…um…that other guy, and probably need some space at the moment.”

Her eyes widened as she took in his words.

He found her attractive?
Wow!

“Let’s just settle in with one another and see where things lead. I’ll make coffee. Why don’t you go through to the lounge and put a match to the fire. I know the heating is on but I like to sit with a fire on a cold night like tonight.”

Her heart slowed as she relaxed a little, gave him a shy smile and said, “I don’t drink coffee. Could I have tea, please. White, no sugar.”

He turned to make the drinks, quipping, “Of course. I forgot you Brits have no taste.”

She giggled, a sound that shot straight to his dick, which he only just got under control from the sight of her bending over the oven earlier.

As she left the room he filled the kettle and put coffee into the cafetiere he used when he was alone. The box of teabags he kept for visitors had been brought to the front of the cupboard and he extracted one and dropped it into a mug. Once the water was hot enough for coffee he filled the coffee maker and then switched the kettle back on to boil for the tea. The mundane tasks settled his libido a little and he added milk to the drinks and then carried them through to the lounge.

Aly was curled up at one end of the sofa, feet tucked under her, looking slightly tense but utterly adorable.

He placed the mugs on the coffee table and sat opposite her on the other sofa.

The fire had caught and was sending licks of flame up the chimney, warming the room and giving it a cosy atmosphere.

They sat in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. Aly picked up her tea and sipped. It was strong, just how she liked it.

As the events of the day caught up with her and the warmth in the room surrounded her, surprisingly, for the first time in ages she felt safe. Her eyelids drooped as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Aiden watched as her lids dropped and breathing became regular. He grabbed a soft fleece blanket from the back of the sofa and covered her with it. Resisting the urge to drop a kiss onto her sweet lips, he tucked the edges around her and went back to his own seat.

As he watched her sleeping, he ran the last hour back in his head. There was no denying the attraction between them. The way she’d responded to his touch had proved that. She had also responded positively to his Dom voice when he wanted her to look at him at the table. But he knew he’d have to take things slowly, if at all. She was vulnerable at the moment and he wasn’t in the business of taking advantage of women in that position.

She was only here for another four months. Why that should worry him he didn’t know, but it did. The thought of her leaving Canada for good didn’t sit well with him. There was no getting away from it though. The government rarely extended visas without good reason, one of which was marriage which, up until yesterday, she had been looking forward to.

Shaking his head at the way his thoughts were heading, he glanced at the clock. Nine o’clock. If she wanted to get a good night’s sleep tonight he was going to need to wake her soon.

* * * *

Aly woke to the sound of a deep voice whispering her name and her arm being gently shaken.

Sean?

Reality came back to her as she heard Aiden call her again.

“Come on, sweetheart. You need to go up to bed and sleep properly.”

Sweetheart?

Confused, she opened heavy lids and found herself staring into Aiden’s big, chocolate-brown eyes.

Despite all his misgivings, he was unable to resist leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. Her small gasp had him pressing further in and deepening the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and she opened to him with a moan, her arms lifting to circle his neck and bring him closer.

She tasted as good as he had hoped. Sweet, but hot, endearingly tentative in her submission to his probing tongue. His grip on her arms tightened and she moaned again, the sound vibrating through him and heading straight to his cock, which once again was rock hard.

Aly couldn’t believe this. Aiden was kissing her as if his life depended on it and her panties were soaked in anticipation. His hand was now sliding up under her sweater, cupping her bra-clad breast and squeezing her rapidly growing nipple.

She gasped and threw her head back. His lips trailed down her neck as his fingers moved across to her other breast and gave that one the same consideration as the first. She went from sleepy to wide awake in seconds as his hands kneaded and pinched her engorged tips.

Pushing her sweater up and pulling down her bra, his mouth captured one turgid peak between his teeth and bit down, sending lightning bolts down to her clit and causing her to lift her body up to meet his mouth. He sucked hard then pulled back and licked across the tip.

Taking both of her slim wrists in one of his big hands, he raised her arms above her head, as firmly as if they were tied. She didn’t protest, seeming to relax into him even more as control was taken away from her.

He murmured against her hot skin, “Your tits are gorgeous. I could suck and bite on them all day. They would look so pretty in some jewelled clamps.”

She shivered. Nipple clamps had sometimes featured in her books but she had never had the pleasure…or pain…of them on her body before.

She felt him grin against her skin as he felt her reaction to his words.

His tongue went back to licking across her swollen buds. Then his moist mouth pulled the tender tip in to suckle on her sweetness. The steady pull had heat building in her pussy. Her panties were soaked and her clit tingling as he relentlessly used his mouth to bring her to the edge of reason.

His free hand slipped down into the waistband of her skirt, slid across her mound and feathered across her clit. The little bud of nerves came to full attention and she let out a little cry as his finger circled the most sensitive part of her. He dipped lower, sliding one finger into her, then out, using her juices to ease the delicious friction he was causing.

Her muscles tightened and she felt herself tossed to the edge…and then over the precipice as a strong, mind-numbing orgasm shook her to the core.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart. Come for me. Let it go…I’ve got you.”

He slowed his circling of her clit but didn’t fully stop until she shrieked and flew apart again as he drew one rosy-pink, hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

Her eyes fluttered open and she was suddenly acutely embarrassed. He still held her hands above her head and she was half-naked in front of a comparative stranger.

Seeing her discomfort, he allowed her to pull her arms down and drag her sweater back down over her swollen breasts. Her face turned beetroot as she stammered, “Oh God. What have I done? I’ve never…oh no…what must you think of me?”

She tried to climb up off of the sofa but strong hands held her in place and he ran a finger down her flushed cheek.

“Hush now. You’ve done nothing wrong. You just enjoyed a little release of the tension that you’ve had all day. There’s no shame in that. And you were so fucking beautiful when you came apart. Come here.”

He sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap, encircling her with his strong arms. She laid her head against his chest and the feeling she had earlier came back.

He held her as her breathing slowed and she relaxed. Kissing the top of her head he decided that if he was right about her submissive tendencies, now might be a good time to talk about them.

“Have you ever been restrained like that before?”

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. She couldn’t be any more embarrassed than she was at the moment.

“Look at me.”

This time she obeyed him immediately. He searched her face for a minute as she squirmed under his intense gaze, then his smile widened as if he had seen something he liked.

“Have you ever heard of the term BDSM?”

If she could have sunk into the ground she would have.

Stuttering again, she finally answered, “Um…yes…I’ve read about it. I’ve never done any of it though because Sean always thought it was freaky.”

Aiden raised his eyebrows in question.

“But you wanted to? No…don’t close your eyes again. There’s no shame in wanting to explore your sexuality. Just because the moron you lived with felt it was wrong, doesn’t mean that it is. Did you know that Jan and Brett have a D/s relationship?”

She nodded. In a shaky voice she told him, “Jan did tell me a little about it, one day in the store, when it was quiet and she asked about the type of books that I read. I admitted to enjoying erotic romance. She told me that they go to a club, somewhere down near Gravenhurst, on the weekend but I don’t know any details. She was the one who suggested I ask Sean to try. He just said it turned him off and he made me feel like I was a freak so I never mentioned it again.”

She sighed at the memory of that night which was burned into her brain as one of the most horrible nights of her life.

Aiden watched the emotions flitter across her face.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She flushed as if he could read her thoughts.

“Nothing.”

“Aly? Don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Tell me.”

She swallowed hard but answered, “I might read about all this stuff but I don’t know if I could ever actually do it. Sean said it was perverted and you have to admit it’s pretty weird.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Do you think I’m a pervert?”

She looked shocked and cried out, “Of course not. Why would I think that?”

His next statement didn’t really come as a surprise to her, even after knowing him just for this short time.

“Because I’m also in that lifestyle. I also go to Mac’s club. I’ve been a Dom as long as I can remember and I have never thought of myself as weird or perverted.”