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 h
