Chapter 11 #2
Tears welled in my eyes when his thumb played with my clitoris, his lips kissing my neck and trailing down to bite the soft flesh of my cleavage.
“Ethan, please,” I whimpered, my hips rising up to meet the slow, languid strokes of his fingers. “It’s not fair, you’re touching me, and I can’t touch you.”
He hummed throatily; the vibration reverberating through my body and making my toes curl. “You can touch me as much as you want when I tell you to. Not right now,” he pulled away, his eyes taking in my face, “I love seeing you desperate, your pussy clenching my fingers tightly to make you cum.”
“You’re being mean,” I said breathlessly and squeezed my eyes shut when the pad of his thumb rubbed against my swollen bud.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” his hand wrapped around my throat, his voice deeper and rougher.
My orgasm was so close, I was on the edge as I gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my mind hazy.
He stopped and looked at my hand holding his palm, which was wrapped around my throat. I shook my head, “Please, no, I am sorry.” I rambled and pulled my hand away, but Ethan had already pulled out his fingers, leaving me bare and horny for more.
He placed his ring finger on my bottom lip. The sharp scent of my feminine arousal wafted in my nose as he met my eyes.
“Suck.”
Looking at him, I took his finger in my mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at the taste, the way his eyes darkened making them look onyx.
I swirled my tongue around the pad of his finger, licking it clean and pulling away.
Ethan watched me as he licked his middle finger clean from my glistening juices, a low groan rumbling from his throat as he tasted me.
I took a shuddering breath watching the erotic sight and wondered if he would mind if I rubbed one out in front of him.
I was just planning to slide my hand underneath the dress when Ethan stood up, lifting me up with him, my breasts pressing against his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscles.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Go to sleep. And don’t touch yourself.”
Before I could process what he had uttered, he kissed my temple and left me in the low light of the living room. I sighed when I heard the door close to his room and felt the painful throb in my core.
I woke up an hour later, gasping as I controlled my breathing, when I remembered my wet dream.
A crazy wet dream. My body was thrumming with desire as I felt the familiar dampness in my underwear.
I tried controlling my naughty mood and pressed my thighs together because my dirty mind had another idea.
It was well past twelve. Ethan was probably asleep by now.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I opened the closet and pulled out a small bullet vibrator from my underwear drawer.
It was small and easily fit in my palm, but its girth was thick, and it came with different powerful levels of sensations.
I slid under the blanket and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.
He is asleep, Kiara. Stop thinking too much.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I removed my shorts and spread my legs.
I was wearing a nude-colored satin camisole. My hardened nipples pebbled through the top when I switched on the vibrator and turned it on to the lowest level.
The bedside lamp was on, giving a soft glow to the bed.
Closing my eyes, I imagined Ethan standing over the edge of the bed and ordering me to use that toy on my soaking pussy.
I was breathing hard when I lowered the vibrator to my hips, my stomach clenching at the powerful sensation on my skin.
I slid it lower where I needed it the most.
“Oh, fuck,” I mewled, my toes curling in pleasure when I brushed the toy on my sensitive nub. The reverberating vibrations on my clitoris were so overwhelming that it made me edge to my orgasm within seconds.
My volume of moans increased with time. I turned the settings on the second level and my hips jerked up at the powerful vibrations.
I groaned softly, fondling my tender breasts through the flimsy top.
I pinched my hardened nipples, the soft sharp pains sending bolts of pleasure directly to my heated sex.
My mind felt dizzy as it solely focused on the sensations my body was riding through.
I couldn’t control my whimpers and groans that escaped my lips when I felt the mind-shattering orgasm rolling through my body. I tried to stifle my loud moans in the pillow, but I knew I was loud.
I opened my half-lidded eyes and registered a soft click followed by a knock before I heard Ethan’s husky voice rumbling through the door.
“Hey, Kiara, are you alright? I heard you groan.” Sincere worry laced his voice while I bit my lips.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the bullet vibrator brushed over my sensitive clitoris on level three. A loud and very clear guttural moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes shut when I felt how achingly good it felt.
“Ohmygod,” I blurted out breathily when I felt my orgasm crushing through my body, mind, and soul.
I wrenched the sheets underneath me and pulled away from the vibrator, my legs trembling and my hips rocking me through the earth-shattering orgasm.
I tried to keep down my moans by biting my lower lip, but even then, I couldn’t control my breathy hums.
“Kiara? You don’t sound well. I am coming in,” Ethan said, still worried as he stepped inside the room and looked at me.
I was too busy checking him out through my post-orgasmic mind and watched the hard contours of his abs and the way his biceps bulged ever so slightly when he closed the door with a small click. He was shirtless and his hair was damp. He must have taken a shower.
Now I was thinking about him showering naked.
His forehead creased a little as he frowned at me, “Are you sick?”
Before I could tell him that I was fine and he should go back to sleep, his eyes fell on the bullet vibrator that was still on the floor. I clenched my legs to hold off the moans because I was wet all over again.
Ethan picked it up and his frown deepened before he snapped his eyes at me. “Are you . . .” he trailed off, and I desperately tried to act as if I hadn’t just orgasmed.
I licked my lips when his darkened unmatched eyes roved over my face, chest, and my shivering legs which were hiding underneath the blankets.
“May I?” Ethan asked, standing at the edge of the bed.
The scent of my musky arousal tinged in the air made my head dizzy.
I don’t know what was running in my orgasm phased mind as I nodded, allowing him to remove the blanket.
A small gasp escaped my lips when he yanked the blanket off of me and cursed softly when his eyes dropped between my thighs.
His gaze was nothing but predatory as I wondered if I should close my legs and back away a little.
“You are such a naughty girl, Kiara. Can I touch you?” he asked, licking his lips and gazing at my aching breasts which were pouting in the air through the camisole and to my face.
I breathed, “Yes, please.”
He brushed his thumb on his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving my face. “What do you want, Bella? Soft or rough?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered, “I need both.”
His eyes swirled with hunger as they turned feral at my answer. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap when he sat down.
My lips curled at the side as I whispered, “Yes, Daddy,” and crawled onto his lap.
Ethan glared at me and wrapped his hand around my throat. I smiled at him, my hands cupping his cheek. “You are trouble, Kiara Sharma,” he whispered, his eyes softening as he gently kissed me. “Don’t call me that again,” he warned, pulling me into a toe-curling kiss.
I savored his lips, his mouth when our lips parted and our tongues collided in sweet unison.
I tasted the hint of the mint of his toothpaste and feathered his thick hair in my fingers.
He bit my lip and peppered kisses down my throat, his hands sliding underneath the thin camisole and cupping my breasts.
I squirmed in his lap, rocking my hips back and forth on the tent in his sweatpants.
Ethan removed the satin top and took my hardened nipple in his hot mouth, licking it and biting it slowly, teasingly while his hand pinched my nipple. I gasped at the sweet pleasure and dug my fingers on his shoulders.
As much as I wanted him to have raw sex with me and make me pregnant, I was also enjoying foreplay.
“Do you like being spanked, Bella?” he crooned, his hot whisper tickling my ear.
Blood rushed in my cheeks as I blinked at him, not able to form words and answer his question.
His hold on my waist tightened, “Only one way to find out.”
I bit my lip when he laid me down on his lap, my stomach resting on his thighs, feeling his hardened bulge on my skin. I squirmed when he raised my ass, my toes barely touching the floor.
Holding my breath, I tried to relax when he stroked my ass, massaging and squeezing the skin. “I am going to punish you for touching yourself when I told you not to. Use your safe words when you need to, understood?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through my body.
I nodded.
Smack
“Oh!” I groaned when his palm smacked my ass, heat rushing on my skin and warming my core. Holy shit.
“Use your tongue, Kiara. Do you understand using your safe words when you need to?” He asked, his voice rough while he stroked my ass.
“Y-yes, Ethan, I understand.”
He hummed and pulled me close, wrapping his other hand in my hair and lightly tugging my head back. I couldn’t hold back my groans and little yelps or shrieks when Ethan’s palm met my ass in alternative strikes. Smack. Smack. Smack. My ass got sore and scorched more with each strike of his palm.