Page 12 of UnTrained: Volume Two
I look up at him, momentarily distracted by the way the light catches in his eyes. "What is it?"
"If anything feels wrong—not just bad enough to stop completely, but even slightly uncomfortable—you tell me immediately. Don't try to push through for my sake."
His concern makes something warm unfurl in my chest. At the facility, my comfort was irrelevant; here, with Aiden, it's central to everything we do.
"I promise," I whisper.
He studies my face for a long moment, as if searching for any hesitation. Finding none, he nods once. "Good girl."
Those two simple words still have the power to send a flush of pleasure through me. I've come to crave his approval, not from fear but from a genuine desire to please him.
"I want to undress you," he says, his voice dropping lower. "May I?"
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The request—so different from the demands I endured at the facility—makes my breath catch. "Yes, Sir."
His fingers find the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly. His fingers find the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly. I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head. The air feels cool against my skin, raising goosebumps across my exposed flesh.
I fight the instinct to cover myself, to hide the body that still feels foreign to me.
"You're beautiful," Aiden says, his eyes moving over me with reverence rather than assessment.
I feel my cheeks heat at the compliment. At the facility, my body was appraised like merchandise, evaluated for its worth to potential buyers. Aiden's gaze is different—appreciative but respectful, seeing me rather than just my physical form.
His hands move to the waistband of my leggings, fingers hooking beneath the elastic. "Still okay?" he asks, checking in again.
"Yes," I whisper, my voice steadier than I expected.
He slides the leggings down my legs, his touch gentle as I step out of them. I stand before him in just my underwear, my heart hammering against my ribs. There's vulnerability in this exposure, but also a strange power—I chose this. I'm allowing him to see me.
His fingers trace the edge of my bra, and I shiver at the contact. This intimate touch feels different from anything I've experienced before—gentle, asking rather than taking.
He reaches behind me, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. As it falls away, I resist the urge to cross my arms over my chest. Instead, I stand straight, letting him see all of me.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His hands hover just above my skin, not quite touching. "May I?"
I nod, not trusting my voice. When his palms finally make contact with my bare skin, sliding up from my waist to cup my breasts, I gasp at the sensation. His touch is reverent, exploring rather than possessing.
"Tell me what you're feeling," he commands gently, his thumbs circling my nipples until they harden beneath his touch.
The sensations rippling through me are overwhelming. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips before I can stop it.
"It... it feels good," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. "Like waking up. Like remembering."
His eyes darken at my words, pupils expanding until there's just a thin ring of blue surrounding them. The hunger I see there doesn't frighten me—it thrills me.
"More?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.
"Please," I breathe.
His hands slide down my ribs, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. He kneels before me, looking up to meet my eyes as he slowly draws the fabric down my legs. The position—him on his knees before me—creates a strange inversion of power that makes my breath catch.
I step out of my underwear, now completely naked before him. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel... seen. Truly seen, perhaps for the first time.
Aiden rises to his feet in one fluid motion, towering over me once more. He remains fully clothed, the contrast between his covered body and my nakedness creating a power dynamic that sends a shiver through me.
His eyes never leave mine as his hands return to my body, skimming over my shoulders, down my arms, across my stomach.
