After Rebirth, I Became My Ex's Aunt-in-Law

Aria’s breath caught in her throat.

Through the screen, Damien’s golden eyes were dark, tracking her every micro-movement. His large hand stroked his thick, rigid cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the sound of his friction echoing just a bit through the phone’s speakers and straight into her quiet bedroom.

Aria’s hands trembled as she brought them up to her bare chest.

She obeyed him. She cupped her own breasts, pushing the soft flesh together just like he asked. She rolled her thumbs over her hardened nipples, a sharp, breathy moan escaping her lips.

”That’s it,” Damien praised, his voice a dark, gravelly rumble that sent a hot shiver straight down her spine. ”Pinch them. Harder.”

Aria pinched her nipples, crying out softly at the sharp spike of pleasure. The visual of her naked and obedient on the silk sheets, combined with the HD audio of her whimpering in his ear, pushed Damien’s self-control right to the absolute edge.

His strokes became faster, his jaw clenching tight.

”Now go lower, Aria” Damien commanded. ”Touch yourself for me. Just one finger for now. I want to watch you take it.”

Aria’s hips bucked off the mattress involuntarily. She was completely drenched, aching with an empty, hollow heat that was driving her out of her mind.

She slid one hand down her stomach, her fingertips dragging over her soft skin until she reached her slick, soaking wet folds. She slipped her index finger right into her dripping heat.

”Oh, God,” Aria sobbed, her head falling back against the pillows. She started to pump her single finger in and out, desperate to chase the agonizingly tight coil building in her lower belly.

”Slow down,” Damien ordered sharply.

Aria froze, her finger buried deep inside herself. She looked at the screen, her chest heaving, her emerald eyes glassy and pleading.

”I didn’t say you could rush,” Damien scolded softly. ”I control the pace, Mrs. Sinclair. Pull your finger out. Slowly.”

Aria whined, a pathetic, desperate sound, but she did exactly what she was told. She slowly dragged her finger out of her slick heat.

”Now rub your clit,” he instructed, his own hand working his cock with a punishing, heavy grip. ”In a circle. Nice and slow.”

Aria pressed her wet fingertips to her swollen clit, rubbing it in a slow, agonizing circle. The pleasure was intense, but the pacing was sheer torture. Every time she felt the orgasm start to crest, Damien’s sharp voice would slice through the haze, forcing her to stop, to pull her hand away, to leave herself hovering right on the agonizing precipice of release.

He edged her mercilessly.

”You look so fucking beautiful touching yourself for me,” Damien rasped, his chest heaving under his unbuttoned dress shirt. ”You’re so wet.”

”Damien, please,” Aria begged, tears of pure frustration and blinding lust pricking the corners of her eyes. She thrashed her head against the silk pillows, her thighs trembling as they fell wider apart. ”Please, I need it. It’s not enough.”

”Tell me what you want,” he growled, his strokes turning frantic, his own climax barreling toward him like a freight train.

”I want to cum,” Aria sobbed, her fingers slipping uselessly against her slick folds. ”Damien!”

Hearing his name torn from her lips in such absolute, broken desperation was the breaking point.

”Say my name again,” Damien demanded, his entire body going rigid in the boardroom chair.

”Damien!” Aria screamed, her back arching violently off the bed. ”Please!”

”Add another finger,” he finally commanded. ”Faster. Wreck yourself for me.”

Aria didn’t hesitate. She plunged her index and middle fingers inside herself, pumping her wet heat as fast and as hard as she could while aggressively rubbing her clit with her thumb.

It took less than a minute.

Aria shattered. A blinding, white-hot orgasm ripped straight through her core. Her inner muscles clamped down violently around her fingers, her body spasming in wild tremors. She cried out his name, sobbing into the quiet room as the pleasure completely melted her brain.

Watching her fall apart completely destroyed him.

Damien let out a guttural grunt. He gripped his throbbing cock, his hips jerking upward as he spilled his hot, messy release directly into the fistful of white paper hand towels he had gathered.

He sat there for a few seconds, his chest heaving erratically, his eyes squeezed shut as the intense aftershocks wracked his muscular frame.

On the screen, Aria lay completely limp on the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed a vibrant crimson.

Damien took a deep, ragged breath, instantly reigning in his hormones. He used the paper towels to wipe himself clean, tossed the ruined paper into the boardroom trash can, and tucked himself back into his boxers and tailored pants.

He zipped his pants.

He picked his phone up off the mahogany table, looking down at his completely wrecked, beautiful wife.

Aria picked up her phone as well to look at him.

The dark, possessive smirk that curled Damien’s lips was absolutely devastating.

”I’ll be home soon,” he murmured smoothly.

And with that, he ended the call.

Click.

The screen went completely black.

Aria’s phone slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the duvet. She lay completely flat on her back, staring blindly up at the ceiling of the master bedroom, her heart still hammering against her ribs.

”Holy shit,” Aria whispered into the empty air, her voice a breathless, awe-struck squeak.

She had touched herself before. She knew her own body. But sitting alone in their room, entirely at the mercy of his deep, commanding voice... it had never, ever felt as good as it did just now.

Her face burned atomic red as the reality of what she and Damien had just done finally sank in completely.

Aria buried her face into the pillows, a giddy, thoroughly satisfied smile stretching across her face. It was the riskiest, most nerve-wracking thing she had ever done, and it was so incredibly, unimaginably hot.