25. Emily
“Are you sure you’re up for this, Emily? It’s been a long day. I can go or maybe put a podcast or meditation or something on to distract you instead,” Ian asks.
I sink down into the tub, embarrassed.
“Do you not want me?” I ask. “Did I complain too much?”
“No,” He says simply. “It’s just that when I was growing up, I turned to a lot of things instead of processing how I was feeling. It was partying, diving into school, fighting just about everyone, and cramming as much into my schedule as I could so I didn’t have time to think about constantly moving around the globe. Later, it was sex and hockey. I’m trying to do better about not being ashamed of my feelings and letting them happen instead of bottling them up until I explode, but I still struggle with it.”
He takes a breath, and I can tell he’s working up the courage to say something.
“Take your time,” I say, leaning back into him.
“It’s just that I’m worried you’re trying to distract yourself with sex in place of dealing with whatever is going on, and I care too much about you to enable that,” Ian says nervously.
It’s like I can feel my heart growing an Ian-sized space in it in real-time. He has got to be the most caring man on the planet. I never expected I’d ever have a man in my life who cared so deeply for me. He’s shown me his heart again and again over the course of these past few months, and every time, I am in awe of its capacity.
“You are an exceptionally wonderful person. Do you know that?” I ask.
“I’m just trying to be the person you deserve,” he says softly.
“You are more than enough,” I say, reaching behind me and resting a hand on his leg, “But, Ian, I promise I’m not running away from anything. There is something bothering me, it’s true. I’m really struggling on how to talk to you all about Audrey’s father. I’m not avoiding any feelings, it’s just that I’m still figuring out exactly how to say it. Dwelling on it after having to deal with a swarm of paparazzi isn’t going to help me figure out what I want to say. All it’s going to do is make me frustrated because I’m too emotionally drained to think straight. I’ve said everything I want to say about what happened at the hospital, and honestly, I’m tired of talking right now.”
“You know you can tell me what’s going on, right? I would never break your confidence,” he says seriously.
“I know that.” I smile. “I’m just not ready yet.”
“And you promise me that you’re actually okay?”
“I’m still a little upset by everything, but it’s not festering inside me.” I laugh. “I promise if I needed space or to talk more or to just sit quietly with you, I’d tell you. Right now, I just need to not think.”
“I think I can manage that,” he says.
I can’t see his smile, but I can hear it just like I can hear him thinking as he silently rubs my shoulders.
If he’s never taken any massage classes, I’ll eat my stethoscope.
“So, you’ve done enough talking today, have you?” Ian asks, breaking the silence. “I think I can find something else to do with your mouth.”
He tugs my hair, and I turn obediently to face him. The water sloshes out of the tub onto the floor, but I’m too focused on him to care.
“Do you know how hard it was to watch as you stripped down to nothing and not touch you?” he asks.
His strong hand wraps around my throat and squeezes lightly. I moan and lean into his hand.
“You were such a fucking tease, flaunting those curves in my face knowing full well that I’d want to taste that pretty little pussy. And did you let me?” He squeezes my throat a little harder.
“No,” I gasp.
“Bad girl.” He shakes his head.
I smirk. “You like it.”
“So it’s going to be that way, is it?” He forces my face upward so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “Are you going to make me fuck the brat out of you or are you going to be good, Kitten?”
I give the answer that will please him the most. “I wouldn’t have to be a brat if you knew how to handle me.”
He swears under his breath and then lets go of my throat. I pout at the loss of contact. Ian’s hands make quick work of his belt.
“Well, are you going to make me do the rest by myself too?” he challenges.
“I don’t recall you asking for anything. You know what they say about assuming things.”
He growls. “Are you calling me an ass?”
I shrug. “If the shoe fits.”
“You don’t give Alexei this much trouble.”
“That’s because I’ve trained him to give me exactly what I want,” I brag.
“I’m going to tell him that, Kitten.”
Shit.
“I’m going to love seeing that ass red from his handprints after I tell him you said that he’s easily manipulated,” he says.
“I didn’t say that,” I protest.
“Maybe not, but that’s what I’m going to tell him.” Ian shrugs. “You’re well overdue for a spanking, Kitten. You’re getting far too uppity.”
“So a woman exerts her power in the bedroom and suddenly, she’s uppity and needs to be punished?” I scoff.
“Exactly,” he says, undoing his jeans. “You need to be reminded of your place.”
“And yet, you’re still doing exactly what I want and undressing yourself,” I tease.
My core pulses with need as he slowly strokes himself. I bite my lip to keep myself from wrapping my lips around him. Ian’s head drops back, showing me how much he enjoys teasing me. I’m desperate to taste him, to make him moan out my name, but I know how much he likes drawing out our games.
He’s not the only one who knows how to play dirty, though. I dip one hand into the water, drip water across my chest, and trace the path of the drops with my fingers. He moans when I pinch my nipples, so I know I have his attention now.
Just the sight of him pleasuring himself makes me unbearably wet. I hold his gaze as I slide one of my hands down my stomach to play with my clit. My breath catches in my throat as my fingers slide further down and slip into my center.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asks, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head.
I smirk. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”
“I’m the only one in this room who gets to make you come, but first, you’re going to apologize for touching yourself without permission by swallowing my cock,” Ian demands.
“I—”
“Shut up and open your mouth, Kitten,” he growls.
I obey immediately, and he lets my hands go. I brace one hand next to him on the ledge and use my other hand to guide his length into my mouth.
“Fuck, Kitten, your mouth feels incredible,” he breathes.
His hand tangles in my hair as I fuck him with my mouth. All I’m focused on is him as I hollow my cheeks and take him further and further into my mouth. As soon as he gets used to my rhythm, I change from fast to slow and back again, chasing the high of him saying my name again and again.
“I’m close, Kitten,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair.
I rake my nails down the outside of his thigh, and when he spills his seed inside me, it’s with my name on his lips. I swallow before I stand to kiss him, but I can’t help but wonder if he likes the faint taste of him that lingers in my mouth.
He stands and spins us so the back of my legs are touching the tub’s tile ledge almost faster than I can process.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Sit your ass on the ledge,” he demands and drops to his knees in the tub.
“Ian, seriously, your pants are soaked. What—” He cuts me off with a gentle push backward.
I sit on the ledge obediently, shivering slightly when my back and legs hit the cool tile.
“Spread your legs, Kitten. Let me see you,” he coaxes.
He ghosts his fingertips up my parted thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
“So perfect,” Ian whispers, almost to himself.
He plants open-mouthed kisses up my thighs, making me sigh. Ian moans as I run my fingers through his soft auburn hair. I shiver as his tongue ghosts over my center. He traces his tongue over me in electrifying patterns, making me cry out his name. My legs shake as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My breaths come in gasps, my stomach muscles tighten, and I come hard. His mouth drops to my opening, tongue diving mercilessly into my center and ripping another orgasm from my body.
I shudder as he lazily traces his tongue over me as I come down from two earth-shattering orgasms in rapid succession.
“I want you to come at least one more time for me, Kitten. Touch your tits for me,” he says, stopping to look up at me.
Ian watches for a moment as I cup my breasts and play with my nipples.
“Fuck, Kitten, just the sight of you is almost enough to make me come,” he says breathlessly.
I look down his body, and the sight of his hard length has me overcome with arousal. Suddenly, his mouth is not enough. I need him inside me.
“Ian,” I beg, “please fuck me.”
He stands up, discards his soaking-wet jeans, and offers his hand to help me off the tub ledge and onto the floor. As soon as my feet are on solid ground, Ian pulls me roughly against him. My back hits his chest with an audible slap. His cock presses against my ass at the same time his hand finds my throat again.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Kitten?” he murmurs in my ear. “Should I pick you up and have you against the wall? Maybe you want me to bend you over this tub and fuck you from behind like a slut?”
I moan and press harder against him as he leaves his mark on my neck.
“Or should I fuck this tight ass and let you play with yourself while I take you?” he asks.
My knees go weak at the thought. He tightens his grip on my throat while his other hand slides through my wetness.
“You know, I’m feeling a bit greedy today, Kitten. Why should I have to choose? I’m going to bend you over this tub and fuck you until you can’t stand up. Then I’ll have you against the wall, my hands gripping your round ass, controlling your every move until all you can think about is me, and when you almost can’t take it anymore, I’m going to come in this ass.” He kisses my neck. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I answer shakily.
“Good girl,” he says, rewarding me with another mark on my shoulder.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
We both yelp and jump apart at the thunderous banging on the bathroom door.
“Mama! We made your favorite for dinner. Pancakes!” Audrey shouts. “It’s time to eat.”
I allow myself one frustrated sigh before answering, “I’m pretty sure that pancakes are your favorite food, not mine.”
“Oh, right.” She giggles. “I forgot.”
Audrey goes quiet. Hopefully, that means she’s gone away. I pull Ian in for a kiss, but we both startle when she bangs on the door again.
“They’re gonna get cold,” she sing-songs.
“Yeah, they’re gonna get cold,” Oliver repeats in the same tone. “What could you be doing in there that’s better than pancakes? Hurry up, you two.”
I rest my forehead against Ian’s and let out a frustrated growl. “They’re not going to give us a minute’s peace until we go, are they?”
He smiles, but it’s really more of a grimace. “No, probably not. Rain check this evening?”
“If you don’t follow through on that, I’m going to find someone who will,” I threaten.