Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 66
Dominating the Master Dom

Saturday 27 November 2004

Ivan is kneeling in the center of the playroom, his powerful thighs spread open exposing his dangling semi-hard, his hands laced at the small of his back, head lowered. His tanned and chiseled chest is heaving a bit from a labored respiration which is probably due to a mix of anticipation and fear. Anticipation because I promised I'd let him dominate my body one last time after this session. Fear because he accepted to entrust a total newbie with his body.

What a gorgeous sight.

Standing a few feet away from him and towering the man who used to be my Master is so enthralling that I might as well come right away, and yet I won't. Not that my throbbing erection isn't craving for release, but all I can think about in this instant is the overwhelming honor of being offered the privilege to take this man's second virginity.

Second, because Ivan's not a true virgin. He was trained with the same methods I was; he had to submit to a Dominant for almost a year before he could train as a Dominant. So he was anally penetrated in the past, but it was years ago and since then, no one's ever been there again. One could say it's like a second deflowering.

How many Doms or Master Doms would trust such a delicate act with an inexperienced Dom / ex-Sub like me? How much bravery and faith does it take for a man like Ivan to surrender all powers to a young guy like me? This is immeasurable, so much more than I would have ever expected, and I can't begin to explain how deeply touched I am.

Ever since the first time we stepped out the shower earlier, I have been through a lot of emotions. Surprise, when I realized he accepted the challenge. Fear, when I understood it was a challenge for me too. Happiness, because I am eventually about to pound into that firm ass I have been craving for. Anxiety, because I know he will sort of get his revenge afterwards. Exhilaration and hilarity, when I saw him perform an enema for the first time ever. Pride and honor, now that he is kneeling before me, awaiting my orders.

Fuck! I wasn't prepared for that much!

I'm not even sure how I want to do this. I'm scared to come prematurely as soon as I dive into his tight ass... Well, there's an easy way to remedy to this. Several ways, actually. And the first one is to get an initial load out of my balls.

Closing the distance between us, my left hand reaches for the top of his head, and my fingers gently run through the wet locks of his dark hair. A few grays have appeared on his temples in the last few months and I have teased him about his old age, but in fact, I find it super sexy. Pulling on a handful at the back, I force him to tilt his head up and rub the tip of my cock across his lips, getting them all shiny with precum. Like the good Submissive he himself used to be, he remains still.

"What are you safewords, Master Dom?" I ask seriously.

"Jolyon to slow down and Ashton to stop, Master Aaron."

Ashton. Of course. His ex. One of his first loves. The one who transmitted him that fucking virus. And Jolyon. Another ex. The one who could have been the love of his life hadn't Ivan involuntarily infected him with the same fucking virus.

"Open."

At the command, Ivan parts his lips and I immediately shove myself inside his mouth. I know what his hard limits are; his mouth holds none. He has blown my cock often enough for me to know that he can swallow me whole. Deep-throating is an activity he excels at, having a non-existent gag reflex.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." I smirk as his hands reach for my thighs. "Keep these hands behind your back. You can shake them if you need me to slow down."

I am tempted to punish him with a spanking for the eyeroll, but I decide against it. Tonight is mostly about fun, so let's take things seriously enough without being too strict. With both my hands on each side of his head, I entirely take control of the blowjob and gradually pick up speed in my moves. My cock is going deeper and deeper, soon hitting the back of his throat until it slides further down.

Watching my member disappear like this is so hot, and feeling the muscles of his esophagus clench feels so good, but knowing that for once I hold the control is even better. So much so that I won't be able to contain my orgasm much longer.

Thrusting in one last time, I bury myself deep inside his mouth, pushing his nose in my growing pubes, and unload straight down his gutter with a thundering growl of pleasure. My goal isn't to make him choke, so I slowly back out and I love that his lips clench around my girth as I do so, milking me dry.

"Mmm it was good," I praise him, confused by the smirk displaying on his face and I'm also surprised to see him fully hard as I pull back.

"I bet someone was scared to come too fast in my other hole," he whispers.

"Possibly. Now shut up before I decide to gag that sassy mouth of yours," I scold him in a playful tone. "Go and kneel on the bench instead," I order.

He looks a bit perplexed by my choice of instrument, but if he thinks that I am going to fuck him there, he is clearly mistaken. No, I want to see his face when I eventually penetrate him. I want to see his expression when my cock slips inside his tight hole and then rams into him. Not only because I want to be able to analyze his emotions and make sure he is alright, but also because I will enjoy his bottoming for me.

Right now, I just want to prepare him from behind.

I don't even bother to tie him up with the straps and shackles of the bench. Once he is all set, though, I take my sweet time admiring his gorgeous body and to build up his anticipation – as well as mine. Having learned from the best at this game, I know how stressful and entrancing it is as a Sub to know that your Dominant is staring at you and wondering what the hell is passing through his head. Now that I have made him spread his legs further apart thanks to the articulated space for the knees and shins, his buttocks have slightly parted, offering me a perfect view on his little hairy pucker.

Suppressing a few sarcastic remarks that flash in my head at this moment, I just move to run an index finger along the crack of his ass, thrilled to see the ring of muscles twitch, before I let my thumb trail closer and probe his entrance. I'm not even trying to prod in, just adding a little pressure on the skin, and that's enough to make him tense.

"That little hole looks so tight..." I whisper. "It's gonna squeeze life out of my cock, isn't it?"

I only get a grunt of frustration in response, making me chuckle.

Bending over, I let some saliva drool from my mouth at the top of the cleft and once the fluid reaches my thumb, I slowly begin to poke in, testing the resistance of his hole. And resistance, there is. Between his natural reluctance to have someone topping him and the fact that he is like a virgin, I am fully aware that a lot of preparation will be required, especially as I am very well-endowed in the cock department, so I kneel behind him and, parting his ass cheeks further with my hands, I dive between them.

"Holy shit..." he curses hoarsely as my pierced tongue begins to operate its magic.

He once made a Sub with a similar piercing prep me during a threesome, so I know how great the rimming can feel with both little balls rubbing against the sensitive skin there. Needless to say I apply myself to use this trick to the fullest, gently fondling his balls at the same time and I'm glad to feel his muscles slowly loosen up. After long minutes of sweet torture, I rise back to my feet and drop a fair amount of lube over his entrance before my fingers take over the job.

"Relax, Master Dom..." I purr while my index pushes some of the substance inside his hole. "This is just one finger."

Drawing small circles around the inside of his anus with the first knuckle very slowly, circles that I increase little by little, I manage to stretch the ring of muscles which eventually allows a second finger to help. Ivan keeps grunting, especially when I get back to one finger that I entirely slip in to search his insides, but said grunts quickly turn into groans and his body stiffens when I find his prostate.

"Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiit..." he breathes out.

I take a quick look between his legs and brush the same spot again. A wide grin that he can't see draws on my face when I see his cock twitch, so I grab the member and gently pull it back to stroke it vertically as I resume my teasing of his rectum.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Ugh... just shut up," he grunts, lowering his head and clenching his hole around my finger.

"Oh, no, I'm not gonna shut up, Master Dom. This is too good of an opportunity to let my mind speak freely for once. And let me tell you that I absolutely enjoy fingering your ass right now... that tightness... that warmth... my fingers are gonna work that hole until I can fit at least three..."

"Ugh... shut up..." he groans, arching his back.

"No, no... you're gonna take these fingers... and then you're gonna take my cock... you're gonna take it whole," I continue, inserting two fingers to tease his soft spot again.

"Damn... fuck... shut... up..."

I playfully slap his backside to remind him of how he should properly address me and continue stretching his back entrance, regularly adding lube to make it more comfortable and encouraging him to loosen up. It feels like ages, but I eventually reach three fingers that easily slide in and out at some point and I deem it should be enough to ease my rod in.

"Let's move on to the swing, Master Dom," I cheer as I retrieve my fingers.

"The... The swing? Don't you prefer the cross? Or the chains?" he asks almost shyly.

"Nope. The swing it is."

"I'd rather go to the cross..."

"The swing, I said," I insist more firmly, and Ivan finally – though reluctantly – goes to lie on the lowered hammock.

I can't help smirking as I secure his ankles and wrists into the restraints of the chains holding the leather berth, internally chuckling at his wary expression, but I won't abuse it. I want him to enjoy this as much – at least almost as much – as I will; I don't want to see him suffer or get more uncomfortable than he should because I am aware of the huge gift he is granting me tonight.

I have observed his moves often enough each time we used the swing either here or at the Hell Fire, so it doesn't take me more than a few minutes to have him tied up and raised to the perfect height for a good pounding.

"Sounds good, Master Dom?"

"Hmm... Yeah... Master Aaron... Seems like you had a brilliant teacher..." he teases with yet a small hint of insecurity in his voice.

"You shouldn't worry," I soothe exaggeratingly. "My teacher's the best and it's not my first time popping a cherry."

"You'd better take it easy all the same. Actually... I think it'd be easier doggy style..."

"Nuhuh...," I huff, pulling on his hips to drag him further to the edge of the hammock so that I can have the best access to his hole. "I wouldn't be able to see those eyes doggy style... I need to be sure you're comfortable enough, that you're not in too much pain," I trail off as my thumbs penetrate him and pull apart, making him wince and... fuck!! Ivan's blushing a bit!!! "And I can't miss that lovely shade on your face when I begin to fuck you."

"I'm gonna safeword if you keep making fun of me," he growls. "And you should remember that you're next," he adds on a second thought.

The mischievous and nearly-sadistic beam in his eyes scream that he will enjoy his last chance of fucking me to the fullest and it won't be in a gentle way, I bet, but I couldn't care less. He is right where I wanted him to be and all I want now is to have a taste of his tightness.

"I'm not even scared," I reply mischievously. "Even if that means my ass will certainly remember you for a few days after that, I don't mind. That's the last time it'll happen and I owe you this much, Master Dom..."

"Right... Just get it over with, Master Aaron then. I can't wait to rip your ass."

While I cautiously slip on a thick condom over my cock, making sure the piercing won't rip it, I enjoy one of the most beautiful sights I have been given to see. That hunk all tied up and at my mercy is just gorgeous with his little hole ready for my rod and his erection straining over his pubic area.

So exciting...

I wish I could go bareback since Marcus told us that risks to transmit the HIV virus were far lower from a seropositive bottom to a healthy top than the contrary, but Ivan would never allow me to. And rightfully so since this is how he initially caught it from his ex, though the difference is that he is under antiretroviral therapy which makes him nearly as healthy as a non-seropositive individual and would lower the risks even further.

"It's time, Master Dom," I chant. "Hope you're ready..."

"As much as I can be," he grunts with a wince as I align the tip of my hard-on with his little hole.

"Come on! Why are you grimacing? I haven't even started..."

"Maybe because you're about to push that monster into somewhere nobody's been in years!!!"

"I'm so blessed, Master Dom..."

With this sarcastic remark, I firmly gasp the top of his parted inner thighs and begin to slowly ease myself in. Ivan is clenching and the resistance feels so good around the head of my cock. Holy shit! I am penetrating my former Master's ass and this is so blissful!

"Come on, Master Dom, relax and push out," I groan, earning a deep groan in return. "That's it... Let it in... you can take me... you feel so good, take more..."

I can tell that he is in a bit of pain from the sting as my rod stretches his muscles further, but I only stop once half of my length is in. For a few minutes, I let him adjust with deep breaths and stroke his cock to keep it hard. I even let a bit of spit fall on his erection to make it feel better. I know how hot he finds it and this makes him moan and relax.

"How are you feeling, Master Dom?" I ask after a while when I feel his ring of muscles loosen up.

"Good to go, Master Aaron... Easy..." he murmurs.

"Easy can do for as long as you take me whole."

With a warm smile, I continue my progression until his ass has swallowed my entire length and for a few seconds, I can only stare at the junction between our bodies, mesmerized that I am balls deep into the man who fucked me for a year. Almost as far as I can remember, I have always craved for this moment to happen. Nearly ever since I met Ivan, I have yearned to top him at least once in my life, and here the time has come. And talking about come, the fire that rushes to my groin at that moment is so strong that I can barely hold it, but I eventually find it in me to contain the bursting eruption, not willing to ruin this one opportunity too fast.

"Are you going to stand there and stare all night long? Do I need to teach you how to rock your hips?"

The sarcastic grunt pulls me from my reverie. Smirking again at him, I take my sweet time to pick the lube I had laid on his abs, spread some more and discard the bottle on the floor before my hands return to his thighs.

"Enjoy, Master Dom..." I whisper as I easily pull out, only leaving the head of my cock within him, before I slam back in.

"Holy fuuuuuuuuuuck!" he growls. "You sneaky bastard..."

"Yeah, yeah... I know I'll pay back tenfold for that, but I don't care. This was just too good," I chuckle as I begin to thrust back and forth at a slow pace. "Mmm... That tightness... feels so good... how do you like my rod filing your... cunt, Master Dom?"

"My cunt?" he snorts, smiling bitterly. "I'll give you some cunt... you dirty-talker... Aww fuck!!!" he growls as I pick up speed.

"Me? A dirty-talker?" I pant with mock offense. "Look who's talking... but once again, I learned from the best, you know."

"Urgh... shit... never called... your hole... a... cunt..." he stammers in rhythm with each of my hard pounds.

"True... I owe this one to myself... Now, would this little prick like a bit of stimulation?"

"Wait till that little prick rips you apart..."

"Oh, I can't wait... Master Dom."

With that, I increase the speed of my pounding again, swinging the chains to make him meet my thrusts. Dang! This is so much fun! Ivan's features have relaxed, and despite his occasional grimaces, I can tell he is starting to enjoy the rubbing of my cock against his soft spot. His erection keeps leaking and I sometimes pull out of him to bend over and suck all his precum. This never fails to make him moan louder and I'm glad this little experimental compromise is providing him with a bit of pleasure. These short breaks also allow me to last longer as well, but my climax is near.

That's why I end up wrapping the fingers of my left hand around Ivan's cock to stroke it and, peeking at my own erection disappearing into his ass for the last time, I bury myself at the deepest of his insides. Our eyes lock with huge intensity as I let go of my self-control and flood the rubber with my fluids, overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. The waves of warmth that course through my body feel so blissful, but just as they are about to fade, Ivan reaches his own climax, streams of white cream spurting out of his erection, and with his ring of muscles clenching my girth, a second wave of vibrations runs through me and I definitely hit Cloud 9.

Holy fuck!!! Such bliss!! Better than ecstasy! My own nirvana!

Gently pulling out of him, I bend over and begin to lick him clean and keeping a bit of his juices in my mouth, I move further up to share his saltiness through a brief kiss that I quickly end when Ivan grunts.

"Mmm... It was so good... How did your second deflowering go, Master Dom?" I purr against his lips.

"As good as it could, I guess. You did pretty well, Master Aaron."

"Not too sore?"

"Seems okay... I'll tell you that later. Now detach me... It's my turn to have fun," he smirks perversely.

"Huh huh, not just yet. Time for aftercare."

"I don't need aftercare!"

"Of course, you do. And I'd make a poor Dom if I didn't provide you with the aftercare you need," I snort as I begin to untie him.

"If you think I'm going to pass out from a massage and that it'll spare you from being fucked, you're clearly mistaken," he grouses as he gets off the swing, his backside earning a sharp slap as he heads away, but I catch his arm and pull him against me.

"Not so fast, Master Dom," I whisper, leaning forward and as our lips connect, they begin to move in a gentle accord.

The tip of my tongue comes to softly caress the cleft of his lips, tentatively begging for access, which Ivan grants me after a few seconds, allowing me to deepen our kiss. I love this exalting powerfulness I feel as I get to truly dominate his mouth for the first time ever. This is so enticing that I can't help a deep groan of frustration when Ivan recovers his usual dominance and takes over the leading role in our wet dance, clearly notifying me that the game is over and that it's his round to take charge.

"Thanks for this, Ivan," I breathe out against his lips as mine stretch into a wide smile. "You still get your aftercare, off to the bed," I order playfully, making him grunt.

He may grumble all he wants, but he soon ends up lying on his front on the bed and once I have trashed the used rubber, I give him a soft massage, using a mix of his techniques and Cam's to knead his muscles, and finish with a quick application of anti-inflammatory ointment around his swollen hole that makes him grouse even more.

"Thank you, Master Dom," I whisper as I lie down holding his taut frame. "It was a blissful experience."

"You're welcome, Menino... Hope you enjoyed because I swear it was a one-time experience and trust me, you're going to pay a high price for that now..." he trails off as one of his hands reaches for my backside. "Off to the cross," he then orders, slapping my right buttock.

"What if I refuse?" I reply chirpily, and I immediately find myself on my back with Ivan heavily hovering me.

"You don't stand a chance against me, young Jedi... You might have grown muscles, but I'd still be able to drag you there and tie you up without a problem. Now be a good boy and go to stand at the cross."

Now let me tell you, even if Ivan makes the next half hour one of the simplest scenes we ever enacted, this is one I will remember for the rest of my life. Both physically and mentally speaking. Once my wrists and ankles have been tightly secured into the restraints fixed at each edge of the X cross and a thin but long plug has been shoved up my rectum, he begins with a pleasurable flogging of my backside, saying it's so much more exciting to fuck a red butt, and as soon as my skin has reached a shade that suits him, I am in for the roughest pounding I have ever tasted.

The plug having done the prework to make sure that the way is clear of any twists, Ivan wastes no time to slam into my barely-prepared hole, making me scream from pleasure and pain. He does give me a minute to adjust to his size, but he is fast to grip my hips and ram into me at the fastest pace he ever has. Ivan often told me that he never truly enjoyed the Saint Andrew's cross before me because fucking small twinks there always meant contorting himself and crouching into not-so-comfortable positions. With me being as tall as he is, things are easier and the cross has become one of his favorite instruments in this room or at the Hell Fire.

I can't say whether it's my groans each time his hips hit my sensitive backside, or the tightness of my hole due to the lack of preparation, or the knowledge that this is the last time he claims my ass as his which excites him the most, but after less than ten minutes of a hard pounding against my prostate and stroking of my shaft, we both come in loud grunts of pleasure. All I know is that my sore hole will remember this ramming for a long time and that my soul has been deeply imprinted with the intensity of Ivan's groans and the emotions emanating from him.

"Ah fuck..." he grunts with a last pound. "I'm going to miss this, Master Menino."

I don't reply, quite overwhelmed by the association of these words, and just let him take me to the bed. There, I receive the sweetest massage he has ever given me, his fingers softly brushing my skin for long minutes, until he lies down beside me. Needing the contact, I scoot to his side and snuggle up against his body, my head laying on his chest, my left arm around his waist and one leg between his.

"So, this is it," he murmurs, one of his hands gently brushing my back. "Our Dom/Sub relationship is officially over."

It's just a statement; a realistic statement; it's what it is. It stings, and at the same time, a huge wave of happiness courses through me because it means that I can move on a bit; it means I can be more myself, develop my personality to what it should be, to what I truly am. I have learned so much under his guidance, and I sure as hell will learn more under his mentorship. I'm not sure to understand the sad undertone in his voice, though. We both knew it would happen, I prepared myself for it, and I assume he did too. We always knew that this relationship was temporary, but it doesn't mean that he and I are completely over.

"As it was, yes," I reply, tightening my hold around him. "But the future is ours to develop our relationship differently, right?"

"Of course," he breathes out, his other hand reaching for my head to hold me closer. "Menino?"

"Hmm?"

"Please promise you'll stay here for as long as you need."

There is a certain urgency in his voice, as if he was desperate for reassurance, and I don't really like this. It's not like him; he is usually so strong and confident. Besides, we have already discussed this, and it was actually one of the conditions I didn't even try to compromise with. I hate his sudden uncertainty, I don't want him to doubt my faith and trust in him, and as usual in destabilizing situations, I tend to take the witty path to lighten the atmosphere.

"Beware, I might stay forever. Considering your old age, you'll soon need someone to feed you, to wash you and take care of you," I chuckle.

"Do I look like I'm close to being bedridden?"

"Nah. You're mighty fine for a forty-year-old man, and these few grays are sexy as fuck."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," he huffs.

"You should. And more serious, Ivan. I'm not going anywhere," I say, propping myself up a bit to look into his eyes. "Unless you decide to kick me out, I'm staying. I enjoy being around you, and there's so much more I want to learn from you."

"I won't kick you out, Menino, you already know that. If you ever move out, it'll be your decision, not mine."

"Thank you. And thank you for everything, Ivan. I know you don't like me saying it, but I feel like I don't say it enough. Thank you for saving me from the streets, from drugs, and everything else. I've found a certain stability around you, and I can't even say how grateful I feel for all you've done for me. I don't know how I could thank you for this, for this past year and a half, for everything."

"I'll tell you, Menino," he says, his eyes brimming and so intense. "Get that diploma, be a good Dominant, become a strong and fair Master Dom, and... just be you, because you're a fantastic person, Baby."

Tears are trying to well in my eyes, his words so sincere that they stir raw emotions, so I lean down and catch his lips within mine, my tongue brushing against their cleft and soon meeting his for another kiss filled with more emotions.

So, this was our last time together with him as my Dominant and me as his Submissive, and a few minutes later, we are laying in his bed, cuddling before sleep.

At that moment, still feeling sore from the earlier pounding, I make another promise to myself; tonight was also the last time I bottomed; the last time I took a cock up my ass; the last time I let anyone invade my most private area. If I didn't need my hole for other natural urges, I might even have gotten it sewn.

Forbidden access.

Forever.

* * *

"Are you alright, Aaron?" Lina suddenly asks softly with concern.

Well, after two hours sitting on a chair with a painful backside due to a flogging and a sore hole which was thoroughly fucked last night, I'd rather have browsed my lessons lying on the couch rather than at a table, but I can't tell her that, right? And to be honest, I'm a bit tired too. It was almost 3 in the morning when Ivan and I went to bed, so I didn't get as much sleep as I needed with a wake-up at 8 to be ready for Lina's visit.

"Yeah, sure," I reply with a warm voice, striving to stop myself from writhing on my chair.

A knock echoes on the door at that moment and a freshly-showered Ivan pops in. He was still asleep when I got up this morning and I didn't even try to wake him up knowing he would need to recover from last night. With the turn of events when I got back home after school yesterday afternoon, I hadn't informed him of Lina's visit, but I did leave a note on the bed, which explains the composure and expectation manifesting on his face when he walks in, all smiles yet moving a bit awkwardly.

"Good morning," he says in his deepest voice as he goes to shake Lina's hand. "I'm Ivan. I bet you're Lina. This is nice to meet you after all this time."

Weird as it is, Ivan and Lina had never been introduced so far. He did see her from afar once, on an evening he picked me up from school when my car was at the garage for its annual maintenance, but since it's the first time my friend comes here, they eventually get to meet for real. I have often told Lina about Ivan, though she only knows he is my boyfriend and much older than I am, but certainly not as much as I've told Ivan about Lina. I could laugh at the way she shudders and blushes from the contact of his hand, which I bet must have been warm and firm, but Ivan doesn't give me time to as he quickly shifts to kiss my lips.

I wasn't expecting this. And I suddenly wonder how things are going to actually work out for us officially speaking. I imagine that the situation will be clearly stated at the Hell Fire, but what about outside of the club? Will we still appear as boyfriends in public? What the fuck am I going to tell my best friends?

"It's nice meeting you too... Ivan," Lina replies politely, flushing to the brightest red despite her tanned skin. "We're... we're almost done here... I'll leave soon..." she then stutters awkwardly.

"Oh, take your time," Ivan says warmly. "We've got a friend coming over for lunch. Would you like to join us?" he adds.

What the heck is this mischievous expression on his face? What does he have in mind? And who the fuck is coming over?

"Thank you for the offer, but... I have an appointment at noon downtown... and... maybe another time?" she stammers shyly.

"Oh, too bad. Well, maybe another time, then. Feel free to come back anytime," he cheers before he turns to me. "Anton's joining us for lunch, so I'll go cook. Take your time to finish here," he adds before he leaves.

"Wow..." Lina breathes out once he has shut the door. "What a man... You're one lucky guy, Aaron. Why do all the gorgeous men have to be gay?"

This makes me burst out laughing. Dang! Ivan made quite an impression on my friend and the way she meekly lowers her head and flushes again is so cute.

"There are also plenty of handsome straight guys," I cheer her up. "What's that appointment about?"

Lina's face takes an even deeper shade of red and a certain sadness casts her beautiful features as tears well up in her eyes.

"Something wrong, Lina?" I encourage her, grabbing her hand within mine, and that's when she bursts into tears and heavy sobs. "Hey... shhhh, it's okay..." I soothe, reaching out to hug her tightly. "You can tell me. I'll try to help if I can."

"Nothing you can do," she sobs.

"Tell me, Princess. Even if I can't help, it'll make you feel better."

"I... I'm pregnant..." she confesses after a while, breaking away from my hold.

My eyes naturally draw to her pulpy frame and toward her middle section. She is wearing a rather loose sweatshirt over her jeans and I can't decipher any bump beneath the layer of clothes.

"I'd say congratulations, but seeing your reaction, it looks like it's not such great news," I state softly. "What about the father?" I ask since she has never told me about a boyfriend.

"I don't even know his name," she replies, lowering her head in shame apparently.

"A one-night stand?" I press her, hoping I'm not going to hear she was assaulted or something worse, but I almost sigh with relief when she nods in answer. "Haven't you ever heard about things called condoms... morning-after pills..."

"Please, Aaron... I don't need lecturing," she replies, rising her head and peeking at me pleadingly with damp eyes. "I know I messed up and now I need to deal with the consequences, but... I'm so lost... I can barely provide for myself... and I'm so tired with insomnia... That's why it's been so hard to follow up in class lately."

"It's okay, Lina. I can help you with classes," I state comfortingly. "How far are you into your pregnancy?"

"Almost three months... I have an appointment for an ultrasound today."

"Good point is that with a bit of luck, the baby won't show up before the end of May and you'll be able to take the finals. That should give you the whole summer to fix things," I reason. "You also have time to figure out how much help you can get from social services and so on. And I'll support you as much as I can," I add, taking her cold hands within mine.

"Why would you do that?" she squeals through a new fit of sobs.

"Because you're a clever girl and I don't want you to ruin your studies."

Alright. Not clever enough to fuck with a guy she doesn't even know without proper protection, but absolutely brilliant in her studies. It would suck if she gave up on everything now, she was so brave to go back to school at 27 after her mother died and her youngest sisters became independent. I am seriously in awe with her courage. Over the past year, I have grown really fond of this young woman, probably the first female I am getting along with so well, and she was always there to help me with lessons last year, now it's my opportunity to return the favor.

"Do you want me to accompany you to this appointment?" I offer gently after another hug.

"No, I'll be fine. It's just a quick follow-up at the hospital and they'll do an ultrasound to make sure the baby's okay. I should go now by the way," she says with a slightly stronger voice. "Thank you so much, Aaron."

"You're welcome, Princess. Text me this afternoon to let me know how it went. And I think we should plan sessions like this one every Saturday morning if that's fine with you. We can also work together at the school library for an hour on days we quit earlier. How does that sound?"

"Fantastic... Thanks a lot..."

Published on 6 November 2021

There you go with the chapter some of you have expected for so long. Now let's be honest, it wasn't as intense as that unfamous chapter 4 in Twisted Moon when Aaron topped Camden, but it just couldn't be. There's a difference between the young Master Aaron here and the Master Dom in 2015 obviously, and although Ivan taught him good and Aaron's quite experienced after a year in the lifestyle, the transition from Sub to Dom is still too young to let him unleash like he did with Cam years later, especially around Ivan. Anyway, I hope you still enjoyed this.

Quick note about Ivan's safewords, if you need a refresher, the story about Jolyon and Ashton was in chapter 49 of this book. As for Lina, I'm sure that those who remember little details already know where this is headed from past books.

Now be ready to meet Master Aaron in the next chapter, though... only briefly as things might not happen as expected in the near future ;)