Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 177

Aria's POV

After speaking, he began to slowly kiss downward, from my neck to my collarbone, then to my chest. When his lips enclosed my nipple, an electric shock of pleasure made me unconsciously arch my back and moan.

"Sensitive little thing," he murmured against my chest, his warm breath brushing over the moist skin, causing new waves of trembling, "we're just getting started."

Aiden's gaze became even more intense.

"Raise your hands above your head," he commanded, his voice low and brooking no refusal.

I obediently complied, crossing my wrists above my head. He walked back to the bed and bound my wrists with silk ribbon, gentle but secure, to the headboard. Not too tight, but enough that I couldn't break free. The feeling of being restrained, controlled, made my whole body shiver.

"Still comfortable?" he asked, his fingers gently caressing my cheek.

"Mm..." I nodded, my voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Remember the safe word - if you're truly uncomfortable, say 'stop' and I'll immediately stop." He looked seriously into my eyes, ensuring I understood.

I nodded again: "I remember."

Aiden smiled with satisfaction, leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my lips, then suddenly deepened it, becoming rough and possessive. His tongue forcefully explored my mouth, plundering my breath. My bound hands couldn't resist; I could only endure his assault, and this helplessness actually aroused even stronger desire.

When he finally released me, I was already breathless, my lips swollen and red from the intense kissing.

"You're beautiful, especially bound like this," his fingers traced my chin, neck, then the sensitive areas of my chest, "all mine."

"Yes..." I responded in a low voice, immersed in his domination.

Aiden picked up the leather whip again, this time not as gentle as before. "Turn around, kneel."

I struggled to turn around while bound, finally settling into a kneeling position with my upper body bent over the bed. This position made me feel incredibly vulnerable, completely exposed to his gaze and control.

"Crack" - the sharp sound as the whip landed on my buttocks, heavier than before but still within what I could bear. I cried out, not from pain but from the stimulating sensation shocking my nerves.

"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice carrying dangerous charm.

"...More..." I gasped, requesting, surprised by my own craving.

He chuckled softly: "Greedy little thing." Then came several more strikes, the force gradually increasing, each one making me moan somewhere between pain and pleasure. I could feel myself becoming wetter below, craving to be filled.

"Aiden... please..." I sobbed, uncertain what I was begging for.

He stopped, his palm stroking my heated buttocks, gently kneading where he had just struck: "So wet... you really like this, don't you?"

"Yes..." I shamefully admitted, while feeling a strange sense of liberation.

Aiden's fingers slid between my legs, gently exploring that wetness. I trembled at this sudden touch, letting out a long moan. His fingers moved slowly in and out of me while his thumb simultaneously massaged my most sensitive spot.

"Your body is so honest," his voice became husky, "look at you, just playing for a little while and you're already this wet."

I couldn't respond, only letting out broken moans. When he suddenly withdrew his fingers, I couldn't help but make a dissatisfied sound.

"Don't rush, greedy little wife," his tone carried amusement, "there's better to come."

I heard him moving behind me, then the mattress dipped slightly. The next second, his hardness pressed against my entrance but didn't rush to enter. He just slowly rubbed against me, letting me feel his presence and heat without giving me the satisfaction I wanted.

"Aiden... please..." I twisted my hips, trying to make him enter.

"Please what?" he deliberately asked, his voice playful, "Be clear, Aria, tell me what you want."

I bit my lip, shame and desire intertwining within me: "Please... come in..."

"Not specific enough," his palm suddenly landed on my buttocks with a loud smack, "I want you to be clearer."

The sensation from that slap left me breathless: "Please... fuck me... fuck me hard..."

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