Chapter 11
KIARA
Ethan’s words echoed in my ears, my legs clenching together.
Images of eighteen-year-old Ethan hovering above me, asking me with a flushed face if he could tie my hands flashed in my mind.
Of all the times when he would tease me, edge me to orgasm then pull away until I begged for him to touch me.
Now, sitting on the couch, legs wide, his body donned in a dark suit with piercing eyes.
He was tall and big, and even though he had always been a gentleman with me, I felt intimidated by his size and his aura.
Of course, Ethan is a dominant.
Clearing my throat, I met his guarded eyes as if I would judge him for his kinks. It shook me to my core, and I knew he was more than serious. “I kind of realized that, Ethan,” I tried to say in a calm voice.
“You did?”
I flashed him a grin, “You asked me if you could tie my hands when we were eighteen.”
He leaned back on the couch, his eyes noting the subtle clench of my legs. I took a shuddering breath. I knew that he knew that I was turned on. He met my eyes and said with a small smile, “I am glad you didn’t run for the hills.”
“Why would I?”
“You tell me.”
Was he ashamed of his kinks? If so, I wanted to nestle myself on his lap and kiss him softly, holding his sharp jaw in my hands and let him know that his kinks did nothing but turn me on.
He was still the Ethan who made me breakfast this morning and asked me about my father. Nothing was going to change that.
I licked my lips and removed the strap of my high-heeled sandals, putting them aside. I sighed pressing my feet on the soft rug and said, “I slept with a guy once who was dominant.”
When the silence stretched in the room, I lifted my eyes to see a delicious clench in his jaw. I curled my toes, crossing my legs.
“Who?”
“My classmate from university in London.”
“What did he do to you, Kiara?”
My stomach clenched at the tone of his deep baritone voice. I met his challenging stare and replied, “He tied me up and he was rough . . . and he spanked me.”
But I had enjoyed it.
“Okay, I needed to know if you have been in a real scene before. Can I ask you something?”
I gave him a slight nod and waited.
Ethan leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his polished black shoes glinting in the lights with his hands clasped together. The way his eyes arrested me with one look made me want to go closer to him, press myself against him, feel the hard planes of his muscular chest on my soft curves.
“Did it turn you on? When you had no control over your body, and he could do anything he wanted to do with you?” he asked, his voice serious. “Did you like being controlled?”
My body squirmed underneath his piercing gaze, wetness pooling in my thong. I replied to him with a small murmur, but he couldn’t hear me, so he stood up and came closer to me, my heartbeat increasing.
He cupped my jaw, making me look at him as he said, “Say it again, Bella.”
“Yes, I want to try it again.” I licked my lips and added, “Probably with someone who is experienced and knows me.”
Take the hint, Ethan.
His lips curled in the corner, giving me the barest hint of a smile. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Have kinky sex with you and get pregnant? Yes, Ethan.”
“Okay,” he replied and kept staring at me, his eyes a whirlpool of emotions. His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, and before I could take it in my mouth he said, “I am going to kiss you.”
His lips met mine in a soft caress, my body melting in his arms when he held me close to him.
Ethan settled me on his lap, my legs straddling him and feeling the bulge in his pants.
I kissed him back, licking his lips as my hands feathered his thick locks.
I sighed when his hands explored my body, creating tiny explosions of heat and pleasure underneath my skin wherever he touched.
A soft moan slipped past my lips when he licked and kissed my neck, his hands squeezing my ass, his fingers digging in my skin as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips when his finger pulled the garter belt and let it smack onto my skin.
I raised my dress a little to spread my legs more and moaned softly between our kisses when I brushed my aching core on his hardened length.
Ethan swore, his harsh, warm breath fanning on my neck. He pulled away and cupped my cheeks, “Before we go further, I want you to know your safe words.”
“Safe words?”
He gently sat me down beside him on the couch, my dress in such disarray that I was sure he had seen my thong. I tugged my dress down while trying to hold some breath in my lungs.
“Yes, safe words. Something you will use when you are uncomfortable and want to stop the scene.” His tone had changed.
He was serious even though there was a prominent bulge in his pants.
I nodded. “Red, yellow, and green are common, but we can have our own safe words. Green is to let me know that you are perfectly okay with the scene, you can use yellow when something is uncomfortable for you and you want to take some time. And you will use red when something is out of your comfort zone and you want me to stop whatever I am doing.”
His eyes were fierce, the sharp features of his face looking more stark than usual. I nodded, my mouth dry. What would he do that I would need to use those safe words?
Ethan must have seen the fear and excitement in my eyes. He held my hand and kissed my knuckles. “I would never do anything to harm you, Bella. I need your complete trust. And I am trusting you to use safe words when you need to, okay?”
“Yes, Ethan,” I replied looking at his hand holding mine. “I want to use other words.”
He waited, looking at me from his thick lashes. I ignored the itch to lean closer and kiss him and said, “Black, grey, and white.”
His thumb stroked the pulse on my wrist, “And what are you feeling right now?”
I didn’t miss a beat. “White.”
Ethan stared at me for a few moments and stood up, his tall, muscular body looming over me. I licked my lips and met his piercing gaze.
“Give me your thong, Kiara,” his velvety deep voice traveled down my body and stroked my throbbing sex. His tone was a pure command that I gladly wanted to obey.
I lifted my dress, his pupils dilating. We were gazing at each other, our eyes never leaving each other’s face.
We both heard the small clink of my fingers unclipping the garter belts.
I shifted and hooking my fingers on the lace, I trailed it down my legs covered in stockings and handed the black lace to him.
His eyes finally moved from my face down to the sheer garment in his palm.
I watched him lift it to his face and take a deep breath, taking in the scent of my feminine arousal.
I clenched my legs together, my naked sex throbbing painfully for his touch as he let out a low growl and flashed his eyes to me and my legs.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, keeping my thong in his pocket.
I did, the tight dress constricting my thighs to stay closer.
Goosebumps raised all over my body when Ethan leaned down and pulled my dress up to my upper thigh, his masculine scent wafting in my nose.
I wanted to get close and breathe him in, but he pulled away, his eyes glaring at me to spread my legs wider.
I bit my lip and spread them, shivering when the cold air brushed against my naked core.
He couldn’t see my bare sex as the dress still covered it, but he didn’t need to see my pussy to confirm that I was dripping for him.
“Good. Now I don’t want you to move your hands or I will stop. Understood?” Ethan asked in his stern voice.
I nodded, clenching my hands in fists.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Use that sweet little tongue of yours, Kiara. Or else I have a much better use of it.”
It seemed like my pussy had grown a heartbeat after hearing his words. My body thrummed with the need of his touch and the promise of his words.
I licked my lips before asking, “Like what?”
Ethan gave me a small smile before kneeling across me, his large hands stroking my stocking covered legs.
His touch tickled, and I wanted to shut them closed because he looked different.
Ethan’s broad shoulders looked magnificent between my legs.
I would never tire of this view, his handsome face peering between my thighs, searching for his prize.
My body trembled when he softly kissed my thigh, removing the stocking with ease and throwing it away.
His lips were soft, but his kiss turned rough when he bit my skin, licking it sweetly afterward.
My hands dug into the soft couch, and I knew my nails might get imprinted on the leather.
Having Ethan kiss my thigh and not touch him, tug his hair, dig my hands in his shoulders was harder than I had thought.
But I had always loved a challenge—OH GOD.
I covered my mouth at the loud moan that tore through my lips.
But I failed and moaned again, watching Ethan’s hand under my dress, his fingers rubbing my slick lips and toying with the clitoris.
I clenched my legs and squirmed on the couch, but he was holding my other leg and lightly smacked my thigh when I tried to pull away from his erotic touch.
“Use your words, Bella,” he reminded me, “Where are you?”
I breathed, “White.”
His exploring fingers stopped for a moment.
A whimper tore out of me when he lifted my leg off the floor to plant it on the couch, baring me all to him.
He let out a low groan, his fingers dipping inside me and slowly moving in and out.
I didn’t hold back my moans anymore. My hands went from my hair to my aching breasts, his piercing eyes watching me as I watched his hand move back and forth.
Curses flew out of my mouth as I begged him to touch me or let me touch him, but he was persistent in torturing me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to taste you.”