Aiden Ascending

Aiden Ascending

By INtrinSicliValud

 

 

 

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

Copyright © 2023 INtrinSicliValud

 

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact: intrinsiclivalud100@yahoo.com

 

 

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Epilogue

 

“Goddamit! No, Gina!” As he clamped the phone tighter, Aiden’s eyes narrowed. Thunder rattled his floor-to-ceiling windows. In the afterglow of a lightning bolt, a darkened cityscape still flickered. “Not just ‘no,’ but ‘Hell, no.’ Theres no fucking way that’s gonna happen.”

Another rippling blaze of white shot across the low-slung dark clouds.

“How appropriate,” he muttered.

While taking a long sip of bourbon, he scanned the stacks of boxes scattered around the penthouse apartment. Besides the lingering scent of fresh paint, the aroma of plastic-wrapped furnishings filled the enormous main room. A lengthy sigh slipped from him as he glanced towards the gourmet kitchen he’d most likely never use. Well, other than the microwave and a burner to heat something from a can.

“Master.”

At the single soft word, Aiden shifted to the screen and swallowed. Even after all these years, Gina Davis was still as gorgeous as ever. As she reclined across fluffy white pillows atop her bed, Aiden’s core heated. Highlighted with shimmering chestnut, swirling dark hair framed the familiar features of her face. That soul-melting deep brown, her eyes pierced him. At a low groan, his gaze flicked from her to a painting on the wall above him.

Behind the canvas of a sailboat, slicing through frothy, gray-tinted dark waves before a rocky shore, it lay. Inside a safe. Despite that, he could see it. Its circular form, wreathed in flickering flames. The ring had ignited as soon as she’d called. Before, in fact.

After returning to Gina, he focused on the gleaming silver ring in the shiny leather collar around her neck. She’d worn it on purpose. His slut. And more. So much more. And with every glimpse of her twinkling, dark pools, he was reminded of the unique bond they both recognized.

“Master. She said she was sorry.” When she paused, Gina’s waves of fear sliced through him. Yet, she decided to continue. “Dan’s forgiven her. And your…. Your daughter misses you, master.”

After falling silent, her eyes remained fixed on him. More passed between them. Unleashed, his sadness flowed. Despair. Profound. As his lips pursed, hers trembled.

“I get it, master. We all wish Kim…. Well, we wish she was still with us. With you, Aiden.” At his hitching breath, she swallowed and added in a lower voice. “Yes, even Catherine, master. And you realize that.”

“Fuck cancer,” he mumbled before taking a slow gulp of whiskey. “Kim was supposed to….”

With his chest taut as a drum, Aiden became quiet and stood, staring at the storm. The first counselor had said to let Kim go. That it’d been long enough. Time to move forward. So had the second. In a howling breeze, heavy raindrops blasted sideways across his broad terrace to slap against the glass.

“Yes, master. And it’s good you’ve found a decent—”

When his gaze whipped to her, the soft words ended. Aiden’s brows were knitted so tight, his vision blurred. Not wholly unbidden, fury raced through his core. The booze was not calming him anymore.

“Yeah. A great fucking job. New damned city. Far away from”—with his lips curled in a snarl, Aiden returned to the storm right as another wave of rippling white tendrils skittered across the black clouds. The deluge intensified—“that whoring little bitch,” slipped from him in an icy, hard tone.

And his beloved wife; six feet under cold, hard dirt and again-pristine, manicured grass.

But also his daughter. A growl built in his chest. She was with his best friend, Dan. And the whore.

With the phone shaking in his clenched fist, Aiden turned away to collapse on a plastic-covered couch. While Gina remained in a smaller frame, he pulled up an image on his phone. Long sable hair. Straight. Such intelligence in the little girl’s glimmering dark eyes. Dan had sent the photo. Of Dan’s daughter, Cindy. Except….

“She was supposed to….” His voice faded when a powerful surge of compassion flowed from Gina.

Despite her anxious sucking on those full, red lips, his eyebrows furled tighter. Catherine, that fuming piece of shit, cunt. A curt gasp shot from Gina. Catherine had told Aiden the baby was his and not her husband’s.

Another wave of anxiety rippled from Gina as his heart—cooled. Considering how much more often Aiden fucked her than Dan, he’d little reason not to believe her. Especially since that was long before she’d fucking lied and….

“Failed me,” he whispered. The couch’s plastic film squeaked as he trembled with anger.

“It was one mistake, master.”

Crimson tinged his vision as he focused on Gina. “We had a pact. She’d stay with me. Keep the secret. Stay loyal to Dan. And me.”

“And she was, master. Except….” Though her words tapered off, Aiden sensed the rest.

“Oh, it’s my fault, is it? My fucking wife died, Gina! Died. And I was expected to do what? Simply continue playing with Catherine. She couldn’t fucking wait. It was barely a month.” Aiden fell silent, letting another long peal of thunder rumble through before adding in a lower voice. “She was my light, Gina. Kim was my everything. You know that.”

“And Catherine realizes that too, master.” Her eyes watery, Gina nodded. “We all loved her. And miss her, Aiden.”

“Gina, for fuck’s sake.” Aiden’s growled. He took another long gulp of whiskey. “When Dan found his wife. At that party. She wasn’t even…. Jesus, she was sliding between two guys. Two, Gina.”

“And they went to counseling, master. And he’s—”

“—fucking weak, Gina. Weak. He believed her. Again. How many other times did she fuck somebody else? Huh? The deal was me alone. I’d keep her satisfied, and loyal. Give her what she wanted. Now, I don’t know. Was it all bullshit? Is she simply a lying cunt?”

“No. And Dan’s tried to explain.”

“Yeah. Explain. Meanwhile, he’s still addicted to my dick. Conflict of interest, maybe? No, Gina. I’ve had enough of both. They’re made for each other. She can fuck whoever she wants. As if that isn’t the case already. And he can find somebody else’s cock to slurp.”

At the sharpness in his tone, Gina’s eyes widened, then narrowed. Before the question left her lips, Aiden nodded.

“Yes, of course, I’ll support Cindy. She’s my daughter. But them….” A hiss slipped free, and he watched another flickering display of bright white. “Fuck them both. Good riddance.”

As he withstood the distant waves from Gina, he stood silent amid the thunder and his own pounding heart. With a growl, he tilted the tumbler to down the last of the booze. It was smooth, but not smooth enough. Pain and anger vied within him as the world blurred.

“Why God? Why her, Gina?” Aiden’s voice wavered as images of Kim shoved away those of the others. With a tear sliding down his cheek, Aiden swirled the empty glass in his hand. “She was my light. My soul. She’d known everything. The ring. You. Catherine—that bitch. And she’d loved…. All of it. And me. She’d loved me, Gina. That first night….”

“I understand, master,” Gina whispered. A halting sob escaped her. “We all understand.”

Flames flared. Engulfing. Roaring. Somewhere. A box. With a louder growl, Aiden flung his gaze to the sailboat. Then bored deeper. The ring—shuddered.

“You knew,” Aiden’s voice rumbled in his chest. “You knew and said nothing.” Though silent, the ring’s fires guttered. “Of course you did.”

“Even if it did, master, it doesn’t matter. She was a light in your life. She gave so much. To all of us. You’ll find—”

With his lips curled into a snarl, Aiden spun back to Gina so fast her eyes flicked wide.

“No! Don’t. There’s no other like her. Nobody. Not even….” At the hurt pulsating from Gina, air caught in Aiden’s throat. After a low sigh, he continued in a softer voice. “Sorry, Gina, but….”

“Yes, master. Kendra, Tim, and I are fortunate to share you. We all care for you. You do understand that? The ring…. It guarantees you perceive that, at least, correct?”

“I do. And, um, thank you. I mean that, Gina. For all these years. And giving up Paul for me. For Kim and I. She…. We always appreciated that.”

“I wanted nothing else, Aiden. From the beginning.” She swiped a long finger under a glossy eyelash, wiping away a tear. “I’d like to visit, master. Um, I’ve got some vacation time.”

At the gentle sinking of teeth into her lip and raised eyebrows, a slight grin made itself onto Aiden’s face. Even as he started to nod, her surge of desire pummeled his chest. At the sudden burst of heat, Aiden glanced at the painting—and beyond.

In the safe, flames roared.

“No, I haven’t forgotten, Gina,” Aiden murmured.

At her moan, the fires flickered but spiraled higher. When he looked at the screen, Gina’s thick, dark eyelashes were fluttering. With cheeks flushing darker, her tongue flicked along those shiny, full lips. His need had reached her.

“It’s been too long, my little slut.”

“Mm-hmm. Y-Yes, master.” She panned the camera down her shapely form. Naked and sun-darkened with no hint of tan lines. Breasts still proud. Firm as ever, with dark points so sharp he could feel them pulsing between his teeth. As she squirmed, her bare mound glittered in the dim lighting. The subtle taste of her syrup slithered over his shaking tongue. Timeless beauty. “Mmm, oh. Yes, far too long. I…. Uh, I need you, Aiden. P-Please.”

“Give me some more time to settle in. Then yeah, visit. God knows I could use the company.” With another slow nod, his grin widened. “Good night, Gina. I do miss you, my little slut.”

“I know, master.” As she held the camera higher, he could track a fingernail tracing her shimmering seam. “Mmm, master. I always know. Good night, Aiden.”

Of course, she knew.

And no sooner had he ended the call than he turned to gaze at the painting.

The earliest memories flooded his mind. How they’d become linked by the ring since that fateful morning. In a storm like the one raging outside, he’d returned from a run. With the newly found ring on his finger, he’d placed a single hand on her skin. And they’d become fused. United forever by its mystical power. Distance meant nothing; their connection was impossible to break.

After setting the phone aside to charge, Aiden wandered the dark apartment, illuminated only by ever more distant lightning. As he surveyed the towers of cardboard boxes among the new and still-covered furnishings, no more thunder shook the building. At last, when his chest heaved, he didn’t stop the tears blurring his vision. Instead, after leaving the empty tumbler on a kitchen counter, he sniffled his way into the bedroom.

A sigh left him as he gazed through towering glass doors beyond the four glossy ebon posts of a king-sized bed. While making his way past the unkempt, crimson sheets, his feet crunched on the crumpled plastic wrapping surrounding its frame. His nose wrinkled. All of onyx, the room’s furniture emitted the same newness smell.

When Aiden reached the first box before an open wardrobe, a longer exhale slipped from his shaking lips. As much as he strived to remain focused, his vision shifted. After piercing the walls, it plunged into the safe to lock on the cooling band of engraved metal within. A low growl reverberated inside him as Aiden’s brows knitted ever tighter.

Splat. Warmth spattered his fingers.

As the room blurred in his blinking eyes, Aiden’s second tear thumped onto the cardboard between his hands.

“You cost me everything, ring,” he muttered as the spindly digits of his mind clamped its chilly metal. “You took her away. You were aware she was dying, weren’t you? And how little time I’d have with her? And you realized Catherine was….”

In response, one after another, images appeared.

Kendra. Ebon goddess. Powerful ally. Faithful servant. More.

Her husband, Tim. Intense devoted lover. Beautiful man. Kind. Intelligent.

And…. And Gina. Mrs. Davis. After the divorce, she’d kept Paul’s last name.

With a snarl and a longer sigh, Aiden released the ring. His gaze pulled free of the hidden cubby and whirled back to the box before him.

“Fine. Points noted. But don’t….” Aiden’s slurring murmur tapered off before hardening when he again glared towards the distant safe. “Not again. Not like Kim. Just don’t.” As he stood shaking, more tears pelted the cardboard. “Never again, ring. Or…. Or we’re done.” Aiden’s voice became a whisper. “And I’ll finally be free of you.” Aiden inhaled before adding in an icy tone. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your secret. I may not understand why, but I sense your fear.”

Once he’d opened the box’s lid and torn away the wrapping from a slender item, a taut grin slid onto his face. Despite the warmth trickling down his cheeks, he swallowed a chuckle. The crop’s slim, shiny leather shimmered in the dimness.

As a grin appeared, a memory also materialized from the mists. Unlike the ones the ring had offered in supplication, it was his alone.

Her name was Luna. Willowy with dark, alluring eyes and straight black hair, she’d been a Spanish exchange student. One evening, after revealing her fantasy over a little too much Sangria at a class get-together, Kim had brought her home. And God, they’d learned so much together. Although Aiden swished the crop around in the empty bedroom, he sighed. There was no swift crack. No flinch and that wondrous low moaning. No ever more strident pleas for more. How the begging started in English, but soon devolved into airy, high-pitched Spanish.

“That’s when we knew she was close,” he whispered to the darkness. Through more tears, a quiet chuckle escaped. “Right, Kim?”

Throughout the summer, Kim and he had learned a lot about binding, whipping, and out-and-out beating the horny little thing. The yowling wines. The way she’d stare across the room at them, waiting for Kim to shackle her. How Luna had craved it. While sniffling, he hung the well-used, glossy leather in a cabinet.

Once the storm passed, Aiden opened more boxes, removing whips, chains, shackles, and bindings. A sob wracked his chest. After Luna returned to Spain, his wife enjoyed similar treatment. Although never as forceful as Luna. And over the years, they’d gathered so many toys.

From beyond, a sudden pulsation slipped into him.

“Yes, slut,” he whispered into the dark with a lopsided grin. “I also remember that.”

Gina preferred a good, bare-handed spanking from either of them.

And while Kim was aware of her, he’d never shared Kendra. Nor struck her, except with his cock for old time’s sake. He chuckled under his breath. How she’d enjoyed that after the first accidental strike.

Once done, he closed the cabinet and stepped away to find his tumbler. After refilling it, he stumbled in the darkness towards the wall of windows. One long sip. Then another. A third. And still his mind whirled.

It’d been so quick. His wife’s death.

Everyone expected that to make it better.

But it hadn’t.

As the tears continued to flow, Aiden looked around the apartment. Corporate-owned. But he’d be earning every square foot of it.

“Damned job is all I am now. What else do I have?” He tossed back a longer swallow of potent alcohol. “What else?”

After gulping the rest, he stared at the rivulets working their way down the glass.

“A widower. And fucking alone. Again.” Aiden glared at the empty tumbler before tossing it to a plastic-coated chair. “New job. New town. Yet still not far enough away. Thirty-six years old and with nothing but question marks.”

With a growling sigh, he turned from the window and staggered into the bedroom. Fully clothed, he fell forward to slap face down on the mattress.

“Alone. Again. Fuck,” he murmured with a slurred voice into the thick bedspread before blackness swallowed him.

“Hey, Wilson.”

At a phlegmy voice from behind him, Aiden stopped just inside a glossy wood panel-lined conference room. It was his first day at the office. With a heavy sigh, he shifted his eyes from an expansive oval table to an overweight man in a too-small gray suit.

“Dennis. Dennis Hawthorne,” the porcine-faced guy added while thrusting out a pudgy hand. “Heard you’re the new deputy. Just wanted to welcome you.”

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