The One Worth Finding by Teresa Silberstern Page A

the
intransigence of his perfect response to her. She wanted to sit in
a booth at a restaurant with him and just joke around, hear him
laugh, feed him french fries.
    She whimpered. She should end
this, now. Should tell Jack she couldn’t do the public scene, make him send
Aaron home. She knew she wouldn’t do it. Selfishly, she would take
every second she had with him, taste his kisses until he was be
gone, leaving her life cold and bitter and reserved for sweet
memories she made so long ago.
    She got up and lit a candle for Jeff,
thinking about him for a while before she finally turned to
leave.
    But after a few steps, she went back and
lit another candle for Aaron, wishing him all the luck and the love
and the happiness heaven and earth could provide him.
    Please, God. Let him be
okay.

    She picked him up again next
afternoon.
    Aaron held her shoes in his lap while she
drove and couldn’t take his eyes from her. She was even more
beautiful when she laughed, her shining mahagony-colored hair
falling in glossy waves all around her slim shoulders, her smile
bright and soft and full of a warmth that made his heart soar. He
felt her reservation beneath her cheerful exterior, but he decided
not to dwell on it for now.
    She was wonderful. He wanted to drown
in her.
    He watched her hands on the steering wheel
and found himself desperately wishing those perfect little hands to
enter him. Hard. Deep. He shuddered.
    “ Not today ,“she said with a smile, reading his
thoughts again, the enchanting little witch. “Tomorrow. We’ll take
it slow today, just a pity-fuck to keep you in shape. I can’t risk
tearing you up tomorrow.”
    Aaron chuckled.
    “ If this is just a short
pity-fuck,” he said, giving her his patented ‘I’m-just-
a-sweet-little-subbie-and-you-can’t-deny-me-anything’ smile, “what
if you let me take you out to dinner afterwards? You can do that
out of pity, too. I don’t care.”
    He saw her eyes going hard, staring
ahead on the street in front of her. She was silent for so long
that he already thought his cause lost when he suddenly heard her
voice.
    “ Okay,” she said. “I’ll let you
invite me to dinner. But I didn’t say anything about that fuck
being short.”

    “ Do you want a smaller
s trap-on
today, sub?” she asked, her lips against his back.
    “ No, Ma’am,” he whispered
urgently , “I
want the big one, please.”
    “Why isn’t it hurting you, little
pet?”
    “ I’m well trained, Ma’am,” he
said. “My bowels are soft and pliant, and I know how to move to
avoid any pain. The fullness gives me pleasure.”
    “ Will my fist do the same for
you, angel?” she kissed his neck, tugging at his hair with her
teeth.
    “Yes, Ma’am,” he said, “don’t fear for
your unworthy sub. You will blow my mind with pleasure, although I
don’t deserve my mistress’ loving attention.”
    She smiled against his skin.
    “ You’re a good boy, Aaron,“ she
breathed, “and I reward good little boys.”
    She stepped away from him and undressed
slowly, watching him. He was bent over the spanking bench, but she
hadn’t restrained him this time. He supported his upper body on his
outstretched arms, his legs firmly on the ground. The position
would make him tighter, and she would need a step to level out the
height difference between them. She took off her shoes, too; it
gave her more impact when she fucked him.
    “You’ll be on this spanking bench when
I do the fisting tomorrow,” she said softly, “and I’ll do it from
behind. But when we do the public scene, you’ll be on your back. I
want the audience to see you come. It’s too good to
miss.”
    “ Yes, Ma’am,” he answered meekly, but she
could hear the excitement in his trembling voice.
    She knelt down behind him and
kissed his buttocks, nipping at the soft skin, feeling his muscles
clench beneath her lips before she spread his cheeks and thoroughly
licked his puckered hole, stabbing the hot little entrance with