5 - I Hate Liars

5 - I Hate Liars

Aiden

I was expecting to see Ivy sleeping between my pillows and blankets, her pouty lips parted, looking like a sweet angel.

What I was not expecting was her soft voice, whispering my name over and over again with a gasp between them. As soon as I walked upstairs, ready to wake her up after my early workout in the gym, I heard her moans.

Her sinful whimpers drew me closer to the unlocked door, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Aiden,” I heard her breathy voice. “Please…”

My skin tightened, and blood rushed down to my crotch. I clenched my jaw, controlling myself with pure will when my dick pressed against the boxers, urging me to use my hand. Or barge inside and order her to beg more. Hear her little whines of desperation. Tell me what she wanted.

My naughty little Petal.

I heard the wet sounds of her cunt, soaked with her arousal. My breathing turned harsh, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around her throat and use my hands on her. Plunge my fingers inside her dripping sex, choking her until she begged me to come.

But I wouldn’t allow her to come until she begged prettily, used her pouty lips on me. Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to feel her warm mouth around me, her blue eyes tearing up when I feed her my cock.

“Please fuck me.”

I exhaled sharply, hearing her muffled moans. I knew she came, climaxed in my bed with her fingers covered in her cum, trying so badly to stifle her whimpers. I counted to ten, controlling my breathing and forcing my boner down.

If I acted on my urges, I would take her pretty ass over my lap, spank her and have her throat fucked before she would beg me to fuck her. I wouldn’t be gentle, I would be rough. I didn’t want that for Ivy. If it had been someone else moaning my name, I would have fucked them by now and told them to leave. But I couldn’t do that to Ivy.

Never with my Petal. She deserved more.

I would need a lot of hours to worship her body, memorize the curves of her skin on my tongue and lips before edging and denying her orgasms. Until she was nothing but a desperate, wet, needy Petal. Then I would slide inside her, holding her neck to see her eyes pinned on me, reminding her I was making her feel all the pain and pleasure.

Hearing the soft rustling sound of my bedsheets, I straightened up. A moment later, the door opened.

I gazed at the wide blue eyes of Ivy. Wearing nothing but a long tee shirt that reached her thighs. I wanted to turn her around and pin her to the wall. Yank that tee shirt over her ass and give it a good spanking before checking how wet she was from her orgasm.

Would she enjoy my hands on her body? Manhandling her, holding her, ordering her to stay still? Would that make her pretty pussy wet?

“Aiden…”

“Little Petal,” I drawled, my eyes dipping to her chest. Her nipples pebbled underneath my scorching stare. Naughty mixen. I raised my eyes and asked, innocence lacing my voice, “Did you just wake up?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to cover her breasts with her hair, crossing her arms. “I did,” she lied, faking a yawn. “I might sleep in today before our session.”

I let her walk past me, the scent of feminine arousal and the musky scent of sex clinging to her. I let her because I didn’t trust myself to be gentle with her when she had just lied to me.

“Ivy.”

She stopped, turning towards me with wide eyes, knowing I rarely called her by her first name. “One thing you should remember is that I hate liars.”

Her body shuddered, her eyes tracking over my clothes, my skin, covered in a thin sheet of sweat from strength training.

She licked her lips. “You do?”

“Yes. I prefer bitter truth than sweet lies, Ivy. Even if the truth seems daunting.”

She knew that I knew.

“What do you do when you catch a liar?” She asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity. It was no doubt that she found it thrilling. Wanting to know what I would do next.

“I make them confess the truth.” Leaning closer to her face, I whispered in her ear, “And if a liar is as pretty as you, I punish them.”

I pulled away, watching her breasts heave, a red flush creeping up her neck. “P-punish them?”

I hummed.

“How?”

Smiling darkly, I tapped her nose. “Let’s hope you won’t have to find that out, Petal.” I turned, walking into my room. Pausing, I said, “Don’t be late like yesterday. I don’t like tardiness.”

Before I could close the door, Ivy said, “Or what? You’ll punish me too?”

I gazed at her through my lashes, her curvy frame and the teasing smile on her lips. She didn’t know how dark my desires went, how she fueled them since the day I had the urge to protect her.

Keep her safe and ruin her for me.

“I will if I have to, little Petal.”

***

“And this is the third guest room,” the pretty redhead waved her arm around the empty room as I glanced around the walls. I walked past her, towards the window that was directly against the house across from the one I was standing in. And a kid, no—a girl was playing with her gaming controller as a man joined her in the living room, ruffling her hair and picking up another controller.

I clenched my jaw and glared at the redhead, my real estate agent. Her eyes turned wide, seeing my face, and she looked away.

“You didn’t tell me this house had neighbors.”

“W-well, Mister Aiden, this is the only house that fits all your needs from two garages to more rooms and security. I’m sure you can overlook neighbors living in such a cozy home. And those are the Millers, I can introduce to them when we—”

“No need.” I left the room. I wasn’t here to make neighbors, just to see another house from the few that had disappointed me. Miss Poppy, the real estate agent, was right. The house suited me perfectly, with tall ceilings, beige walls, a fireplace, and more rooms than I’d ever need.

It would have been perfect for a family if—

I wasn’t going there. Addison had shown her true colors, and that was it. I was moving on. I had already moved from Denver and the house could be another step.

“Do you want to check the pool?”

“No, thank you.” I tilted my head and said, “Where can I sign the papers?”

Forty-five minutes later, I walked out of the agency building with a set of keys in my pocket and a bottle of Champagne gifted from a very flushed Poppy. I hope her boss paid her well. She was sweet and professional.

Checking my watch, I sat in the driver’s seat in my car. Thirty minutes to start my session with Ivy. She didn’t know I was looking at houses. I could take her to dinner—no, that’s too romantic. I could order Chinese takeout to celebrate and we could watch another movie together.