Chapter 58

What! Why did he stop. "Aiden" I protest, panting from before he stop touching me. I open my eyes and see I'm kneeling in front of my spread legs just sitting, looking at the me.

"Will you tell me now" he asks. Tell him what, was it something I was forgetting? The clear puzzlement must have been an indication that I don't know what he was talking about.

He just smiles, " Is my wife choosing to be ignorant deliberately?" then he moves away. With my hands tied behind I couldn't reach for him. "Aiden please" I say breathlessly. My expression must have really been sad, I was desperate for that release.

He steps off the bed and looks at me, really looks at me. Not my face, no, but my centre. Where I suspected that there was a huge wet spot on the thin cotton material covering me.

What was he thinking? Maybe if I played along to this game of his then we will be able to mate than sit here and play word games when we clearly wanted each other. With something in mind, I set it to play.

I regain control over my breath and simply smile. "Husband" I say in what I think is a sexy voice. "If you want me to tell you then you will have to untie me first." He shakes his head like he is trying to get rid of an image so distracting that he lost focus.

He seems to buy it and reluctantly, he unties me. Shaking back the feeling into my hands I look at him and really smile. I shrug off my open sweater and remove my drying blouse. Next comes off my bra that was now hanging loose on my arms. I reach don to slide my undies off but he stops me with a shake if his head. I am obeying after all.

I approach him slowly, like a tiger would on a prospective prey. So agile and elegant, with a fierce determination in the eyes. He looked mesmerised already, this game was in my favour now. All I had to do was trap him. He is the one who awakened this wild beast in me after all.

I was going to show him exactly what he did wrong by invoking a great hunger in me. The good thing is that my hunger could easily match up with his. I was also going to show him that it was wrong of him to play games with my libido. Let's see how he liked it.

I direct him to sit on the bed, of course he fussed up a bit but I bribed him that it was the only way I was going to tell him what he wanted to know. I was bluffing, I didn't know what he wanted to know but he didn't need to know that.

He sits at the edge of the bed, I straddle him, moving in the faintest movements that created a slow friction where our bodies connected. "So, husband, what was it you wanted to know." I ask without ceasing my movements. You would say I was like a sea nymph floating over its victim, a befitting position for me and him.

"I want to know what is bothering you and why you chose to hide it from me" he says in a complete daze. Though in a daze he was definitely meticulous. I just hoped I would get away with it.

"As I told you its nothing, I just over heard stuff I wasn't meant to hear that's all. I don't see why it should bother our little love making session. Just you and I in this room no need to bring in a bunch of old hags to this."

"You think yourself clever don't you?" he says jokingly, but I don't think It was implied to be amusing. I just freeze, I have been caught and I don't know what to do. I quickly cover up by smothering his lips with mine. In my frantic need to divert the story I almost suffocate him.

He holds my waist as a signal for me to stop, but at this point I'm embarrassed and can't stop. He adds pressure and pulls me away from him. One glave towards his face tells me I am in danger. He looks like a predator, funny how I was dressing myself as the predator when clearly I was the little naïve prey.

He doesn't say a world when he tosses me on the bed, places me at the very edge of the bed and slams right into me. I scream. Aiden spreads my legs wider and adjusts himself better and draws out till its only the tip that is in and drives back in with a force and slams into me to the hilt.

I've done it this time, I managed to provoke him. Slam. He kept the pace so slow but the force hitting me was so much I could feel him poke at my stomach. Was he angry with me? Slam. With every slam it took out all the air that was in my lungs. Slam.

I had to keep my screams in check, we still had babies who at the mean time were asleep, I wouldn't want to be the reason they wake up. Mommy was going to take whatever daddy gave her. As if on que, he reaches down in between us, finds my clit and starts rubbing. The pace is still so intense, joined with the sensation coming from my clit I was going to climax soon.

And then he speaks "Tell me" he says. I was struggling to catch my breath as his cock was hitting me so deep it kind of hurt. But I liked the hurt. It made me feel more alive. I felt so very alive that my capabilities of logical thinking were waning. How could he still think to ask with what he was doing to me. It was bizarre. Slam.