Only His Touch: Part One (The Untouched Series Book 4) Page 2

  I opened the gift and lifted its contents from the box—it was a black leather jumpsuit, and underneath that, were leather boots and gloves. His gifts were never simply gifts—they always tied into something, so what was he up to this time? After a few moments, I decided it really didn’t matter, so I quickly dressed, anxious to see my reflection.

  I zipped the suit, pulled on the boots, went to the rear of the closet and stepped in front of the mirror. Chic. Sexy. I liked it. It reminded me of the time Aiden had said I resembled a sexy biker chick. Wait. Was that the reason we had to wear clothes? Was he taking me for a ride on his bike? The last time we’d done that, we’d had sex outside underneath a large tree and pretty much surrounded by his staff. I shook my head in disbelief as I thought back to the many things he’d talked me into.

  After another onceover, I decided I needed something to stand out in the midst of all the black, so I went to the bathroom, and applied some red lipstick. Once satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs to see what Aiden had in store for me.

  As I neared the bottom of the stairs, Aiden stepped into view and I stopped dead in my tracks. He was also wearing black leather, and holy hell was he ever hot. As if on cue, my lady part, better known as Virginia, bolted into fuck me mode. Aiden’s eyes devoured me just as mine took in every delectable part of him. And when he smiled, his charming lopsided grin stopped my heart.

  He extended his hand to me. “Come.”

  I resumed my descent and stepped into the waiting arms of my personal aphrodisiac.

  “I knew I’d love you in this, but I had no idea I’d want to undress you so quickly. You look very edible. Do you realize that?” he asked, and then released me from his embrace.

  “Then maybe you should eat,” I teased.

  “Later. I promise.”

  “When did you become such a party pooper?”

  “Is this what I have to listen to all day? Or do you intend to eventually let me do what I’ve planned?”

  I let out a sigh. “Yes, sir. I’ll be good. And thanks for the gift. It’s really sexy.”

  “That it is,” he said, and reached for my zipper. He eased it down until he could see the curve of my breasts. “Perfect,” he said, and then he lowered his head and kissed each one.

  “Mmmm.” I inhaled, absorbing his scent. “How is it that you smell so—”

  “So what?” he asked, and kissed my cheek.

  “I don’t know. It’s just…it makes me so hot for you. Are you sure we can’t stay here?”

  “We have plans. I’ve told you that…several times now.” He stepped back and the excitement in his eyes was almost contagious.

  “Okay, maybe we should get this surprise thing underway so I can get you back here and have my way with you.”

  “Careful. I’m starting to think you’re becoming obsessed with my friend Kingston.”

  “If I am, I consider him a healthy obsession. Besides, he’s very easy to get along with…doesn’t give me any of the trouble that you do.”

  “Is that right?” he asked.

  “Yes it is, Mr. Raine.”

  Chapter Two

  After a quick breakfast, we took a short walk to the parking garage near the main house on the Raine family compound. Once Aiden entered a code and opened the door, he grasped my hand and led me toward the rear of the garage, behind the second row of cars. In the far corner were four motorcycles, one with a huge red bow. I dropped his hand and gawked as I put the pieces together.

  I turned to him. “Is this the other part of my belated birthday present?”

  “Yes.”

  “I thought I told you I didn’t want to do this.”

  “I don’t recall that.” He walked over to a shelf near the motorcycles and returned with two helmets.

  “Isn’t it too cold to be on a motorcycle?” I asked.

  “Not with the clothes you’re wearing. They’re especially designed for cold weather. Are you cold right now?”

  “Actually, no.”

  “And it’s only sixty-one degrees today. We’ll be fine, but if you think you’ll get cold…” He walked to a door close to the motorcycles and returned with a jacket and pants. “I come prepared—synergy heated gear.”

  I shook my head and sighed. As usual, he was prepared for my every point. “No, I’ll be fine in this. But I can’t ride,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I don’t know how.”

  “That’s the third part of your surprise.”

  “Oh God. There’s more?” As far as surprises went, his were usually spot on, but I wasn’t too eager to get in on this one.

  “Aria, give it a chance,” he said, frowning as he guided me closer.

  “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. So tell me more about part three,” I said, trying my best to sound enthusiastic.

  “We’ll get to that later, but for now…do you like your motorcycle?”

  I didn’t know enough to really determine whether I liked it or not, but it did look pretty cool. I stepped next to the sleek, terrifying gift and studied it. It was black, like his. And it looked dangerous, also like his.

  “It’s fast, but it handles really easy, which is one reason I wanted this particular bike for you.”

  “Okay,” I said, not really knowing what handling easy was as compared to one that was difficult to handle.

  “It also has an ergonomic fit,” he said. “So it will be very comfortable.”

  I traced my fingers along the bike. Aiden was describing this machine with calm, reassuring words, but it didn’t lessen its intimidating look.

  “It’s a custom-made Ecosse ES1—uniquely designed just for you.”

  I glanced up at him. I didn’t know a damned thing about bikes, but I guessed that name meant something in the bikers’ world. “Thank you, Aiden. It really is an amazing bike. I’m just super nervous.”

  “I can tell. Hey, let’s see how you look on it.” He removed the ribbon and helped me straddle the seat. Once I was situated, he stepped back.

  He grinned and said, “It fits.”

  “Does it?” I asked, laughing.

  “You look really hot on that bike, babe.”

  “Why thank you kindly, sir.”

  He pulled out his phone and took a picture. “I want to show this to Lyric when he’s older—his mother, the wild woman.”

  I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Let’s not forget to tell him who made me this way.”

  “Who? Me?” he asked, feigning innocence.

  “Who else?”

  He chuckled. “You were this way when I found you.”

  As he snapped picture after picture, I reflected on his words and realized how little I resembled the person I was when he found me. Being in his world…being with him…it was as if I was being reprogrammed—constantly evolving and changing. And I couldn’t help but wonder what the final product would look like.

  After Aiden finished his wild woman photo shoot, we headed out to start our day. Since I didn’t know how to ride yet, we’d hopped on his motorcycle to go to my third surprise. Although I wasn’t quite the motorcycle enthusiast, I wasn’t complaining—I mean, why would I? I was a very lucky girl, being that I had the extreme pleasure of pressing my body against Aiden’s rock hard frame. My arms were wrapped tightly around his waist and my head lay against his back as we headed down the drive and off into the breezy December day.

  I looked at the blur of trees and houses as we sped past them. It was hard to believe that a few months ago I had planned to never see Aiden again, and here I was now—literally holding on tightly and never wanting to let go.

  After about twenty minutes or so, we slowed and turned into what looked like a stadium. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a deserted motorcycle riding academy. We stopped beside the track, and then Aiden turned off the motorcycle and removed his helmet.

  “We’re here,” he said.

  I reluctantly released him and
dismounted the bike. After removing my helmet, I leaned forward and flipped my hair, shaking it loose. Aiden was still on the bike, watching me, and winked when I caught his eye.

  “Now what?” I asked.

  “I’m going to teach you how to ride. But if you’d rather have someone certified do it, I have someone on standby.”

  “Aiden, so glad to see you made it,” came a voice from behind me.

  I turned to see a man dressed in biking gear approaching us.

  “How’s it going?” the man asked.

  “No complaints, my friend,” Aiden replied as he got off the bike. “Aria, this is Walt. He owns the riding academy.”

  “Hi, Walt. Nice to meet you,” I said.

  “Hello, Aria. Are you ready for your first lesson?”

  I glanced nervously at Aiden and he gave me a reassuring nod.

  I looked back at Walt and shrugged. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” I really wasn’t, and I didn’t want anyone except Aiden teaching me.

  “Walt, she’s a little nervous,” Aiden said. “Why don’t you let me get her started, and we’ll come get you if we need anything.”

  “No problem. And we’ll have someone out at your place to pick up her bike tomorrow.”

  “Sounds good, thanks,” Aiden replied.

  Walt left us to ourselves, and I turned back toward Aiden and the bike.

  “Don’t be nervous,” he said, grabbing my hand and walking me to the motorcycle. “Okay, first I want you to familiarize yourself with the different parts of the bike.”

  Aiden very astutely explained the purpose of every feature of his motorcycle. As he demonstrated, I nodded and took it all in.

  “Okay, I think I’ve got it,” I said once he’d finished. “Now what?”

  “Explain it all back to me.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “I want to make sure. I don’t want you making any mistakes and hurting yourself.”

  “Aiden, I said I’ve got it.”

  “Okay, well, just humor me. What’s this and what does it do?” he asked, pointing at the brake.

  I let out a sigh and shook my head. “I didn’t know I was going to be quizzed, Professor Raine.”

  “Don’t forget Professor Raine has a paddle and he knows how to use it. So stop being obstinate and tell me.”

  “Well, if my stubbornness leads to a spanking…I’m not saying anything.”

  “Aria,” he warned.

  Since he’d flipped into his no-nonsense mode, I decided to go along with his test. “Fine. This is the brake, and we obviously know what it’s used for,” I started. We went through all of the features he’d described to me. I only confused three, but they weren’t that big of a deal, so he let it slide.

  “Now I want to show you how to brake and turn, and a little later, we’ll go over maneuvers like controlling skidding and surmounting obstacles.”

  He showed me how to start the bike and take off, and then he returned to let me do it.

  “So I’ll need to make sure I give it enough gas to get it moving. And it’s possible to have the throttle open while still decelerating.”

  “That’s right. Very good, Aria.” He kissed my forehead and resumed his instruction. “Keep a relaxed grip and never use the throttle to hold on to the bike. That would lead to jerky acceleration over bumps, and after some time it will cramp your hand.”

  “Got it.”

  “Are you ready to take a loop?” he asked.

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “And don’t go too fast. Just keep it at a pace that you’re comfortable.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Aiden grabbed my helmet and passed it to me. After sliding it on and flipping the visor, I started the bike. I took a deep breath and took off. Now that I knew more about the motorcycle, I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I’d been earlier. I easily went one lap and saw Aiden motioning for me to brake as I approached him. I slowed to a stop, and lifted the visor on my helmet. “How’d I do?”

  “Perfect,” he said, smiling at me. “Did you like it?”

  “Yes, more than I thought,” I said, grinning at him like a kid who’d just had her first roller coaster ride. “I want to go again.”

  He laughed. “Go ahead. Be careful…and not too fast.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.” I lowered my visor and started another lap. Aiden always pushed me to do things I would never do, even something as simple as learning to ride a motorcycle.

  * * *

  After a long and exhilarating day of riding, Aiden and I eventually headed home. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but the temperature had dropped. I nuzzled up close to Aiden as he turned onto the drive, leading us to the garage.

  Several minutes later, we stepped inside the house. Aiden went over to the chair near the fireplace and took a seat.

  I glanced over at him, and he was watching me as I headed toward the sofa.

  “Come here,” he said, and patted his thighs, indicating he wanted me to sit in his lap.

  I paused, briefly considering his request.

  When I didn’t move, he held up a hand and motioned with his index finger for me to come to him.

  “What do you want?” I asked, as I walked over and straddled his thighs.

  He reclined and rested his head on the back of the chair. “So did you have fun today?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He reached for the zipper of my jumpsuit. “Dianna’s bringing Lyric home in about an hour.” He lifted his gaze to mine. “I seem to recall something about a spanking earlier.”

  A rush of nervous excitement sparked a wanton and ready Virginia. “I think I remember that, too.”

  He unzipped my suit and then placed his palms on my shoulders, sliding his hands between my skin and the leather, helping me out of my clothes. When he unclasped my bra, I shrugged it off and looked down at his large hands cupping my breasts. “Do you know how very much I appreciate the fullness of these?” he asked.

  “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

  “I was always better at the ‘show’ part of show and tell, so how about I demonstrate my appreciation instead?” He pulled me closer and sealed his mouth over my nipple and sucked it, pulling hard and then giving his attention to the other. He bit into my skin and I cried out, grabbing his head and clutching it tightly to my chest.

  “So you like the sharp sting?” he asked, looking up at me.

  “Maybe,” I replied, as I attempted to soothe my abused nipple, rotating it gently between my thumb and index finger.

  “Do you like the taste of breast milk?” I asked, wondering how much he’d swallowed.

  “Maybe,” he replied. “Stand up for me, princess.”

  I slid from his lap and he helped me out of the boots and the remainder of my clothing. Once I was naked, he grabbed me and swiftly positioned me over his knee. I squealed and squirmed in his lap, not yet ready for what was coming. Before I could catch my breath, his hand landed solidly on my behind. It wasn’t hard though—just enough to stir the heat of my desire.

  “Harder?” he asked.

  Yes, please,” I replied.

  He smacked my backside again—this time slightly harder than the last.

  “Like that?” he asked. “Or would you like it harder?”

  “Harder,” I said.

  He leaned back and unbuckled his belt, and in one swift movement, he drew it from his waist.

  Holy hell! I didn’t plan on him using that.

  He moved his hand over my behind, rubbing it and coaxing me with his words. “Since you were so anxious for a spanking, I think we should do this right.”

  And slap! The belt came down across both cheeks.

  “Ah. Shit!” I wriggled in his lap, squeezing my thighs together as Virginia swirled with arousal.

  He smacked me twice more.

  “Oh, fuck!” I panted. I didn’t know if I could take this—my psych
e was wavering between the pain radiating from my ass and the pleasure pulsing from my core. Each impact was harder than the last, but on the opposite end of the spectrum, each impact made me that much hotter for him.

  “Hold still and take it like a big girl,” he said, gruffly.

  Two more blows. I cried out again as he held me firmly in place. I was about to tell him to stop, but I bit into him, desperately clutching his legs, needing something to counter the pain.

  Another smack, and then another. I squeezed my eyes tight and absorbed it all. My pussy throbbed harder and harder, with each blow. My emotions were a violent mix of panic and lust, and they were starting to get the better of me—my eyes stung with tears, and my breathing was shallow and ragged.

  The belt slapped my skin twice more, and then I cried out, “Stop!”

  Aiden’s hand was on my behind, moving gently over my curves and smothering the fire he’d started.

  He lifted me from his lap and said, “Bend over.”

  Holy shit. “That was intense,” I breathed.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yes, but I’m a big girl—I can take it.”

  “So you do like sharp stings. That’s good to know,” he said, caressing my burning cheeks and then spreading them apart. He groaned, and then seconds later, his mouth was on me. His tongue was between my legs, teasing my eager center, tracing upward and then circling the puckered tissue.

  I moaned and inched back toward his mouth. And then the doorbell rang.

  “Fuck,” he murmured.

  Who could that be? “Is it Dianna? I thought she wasn’t expected until an hour from now.”

  “Maybe she’s early,” he said. “Get dressed. I’ll answer the door.”

  I grabbed my clothing and quickly reassembled myself. I raised the zipper of my jumper to an acceptable level then followed the sound of voices. I heard Aiden speaking, followed by a second voice. It was Connor, Aiden’s dad. What the hell did he want?