Chapter 11 #3
I was heaving for breath when he had to hold my wrists on my lower back with his palm. I moaned louder when he told me he wished he had some rope with him right now. I was curious and aroused to know what else he wanted to do and try with me.
I squeezed my eyes shut when he stopped for a while and made me gasp loudly when the same hand caressed my burning ass, which felt like it was on fire. He rubbed my skin and soothed some pain, “You’re a real screamer, you know that?”
Yes, Ethan, I know that.
Sadly, I could hear myself over the slaps of skin when he spanked me. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but I didn’t know this would hurt like a bitch. Not to mention, I could feel my juices sliding down my inner thigh. I was getting turned on by this, by the pain.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes so that the tears would stop pooling in my eyes. A small whimper escaped my lips when Ethan took me in his lap, wrapping his hands around me and rubbing my back.
He kissed my hair, “You did so well, Bella. How are you feeling?”
“Overwhelmed,” I replied, listening to his heartbeat.
Ethan laid me down on the bed and kissed me lightly. He looked in my eyes and asked, “Which color?”
“White.”
He clenched his jaw and pulled away.
“Spread your legs,” he said, “Wider.”
I willingly obeyed, staring at him, and the pure command lacing his husky voice. My eyes were half-lidded as goosebumps spread across my body just looking at him while he gazed at me and my dripping pussy as if I were his last meal.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
Ethan hovered above me, settling between my legs. “No, not now,” he said and held my wrists, raising them to the headboard. I took a long whiff of his musky male scent. “Don’t move your hands until I tell you to.”
“Or what?”
He inclined his head, a strand of his coal-black hair falling against his face. Oh, fuck my kink. “Or I will have to see that you don’t move your hands until I am done with you.”
“Got it, Big Daddy,” I replied, my voice breathy with a sultry undertone which made a vein pop on his neck. At that moment, I had a surreal amount of desire and lust to lick that vein, bite his ear, and scratch his back as I rode us both to insanity.
I pursed my lips from saying that out loud. I, Kiara Sharma, was seriously and literally fucked.
My hips bucked up when Ethan landed a sharp smack on my bare pussy. “Don’t. Call. Me. That,” he growled, spanking my aching sex with each word he said, holding my legs open when they trembled, and I writhed underneath him.
He kissed me, swallowing my groans and holding me down while slowly rubbing his fingers on my sensitive, sore clitoris. I shivered and opened my eyes, finding him gazing at me.
“You love being punished, don’t you, Bella?” he asked, knowing the answer as his fingers dipped inside me, my eyes widening.
“Yes, Ethan,” I moaned softly, moving my hips with his digits as they fucked me slowly, gently, opposite to the harsh spanking he had given my ass and my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet, Kiara.” He groaned, kissing my neck and rubbing his thumb on my aching bud while fucking me with his fingers.
Ethan’s lips descended to my naked breasts. He didn’t waste any time devouring, biting, and kissing my hard nipples, eliciting whimpers from my throat. I clenched his fingers, willing myself not to move my hands from the headboard.
“Ethan,” I said with a breathy groan, “Please, can I come?”
He didn’t even lift his head before kissing down my stomach and flatly answering, “No.”
“I am close. Please let me come,” I begged him, my hips rising to meet his fingers, but he held me down.
“Not yet,” Ethan replied sternly, a strand of his hair falling against his forehead. He bent down and licked my dripping pussy from my lips to my clitoris.
I whimpered, my legs trembling. This was too much. “Oh, fuck me, please!”
Ethan smirked like the sadist he was and did it a few more times, each time slowly as if he was having his favorite ice cream and had all the time in the world.
Each time, a low groan dragged out of my throat, surprising me with my vocal capabilities.
But he didn’t complain and looked like he was enjoying it very much as the pace of his fingers fucking me increased, the tip of his tongue rolling around my swollen nub.
“Ethan,” I half-moaned, half-screamed when he bit my clitoris, the sharp sting of pain and pleasure numbing my head as I felt endorphins taking over my body. “Please . . .” I begged, clutching the headboard, “. . . more.”
His soft chuckle reverberated through my soaking sex, making me shiver.
He leaned away a bit and looked at me. “Fucking hell, Kiara, you’re so responsive,” Ethan said, his voice deep and husky as I tried to control my breathing.
His eyes averted to my breasts as he licked his lips and murmured, “I should try clamps on you. You’ll love it. ”
My eyes widened. “A what?”
I never got a reply as he was back to town, eating me out like a starved man and only stopped to hold my inner thighs away from my sensitive core.
I shivered when his glare met my eyes, “Remind me to tie your legs next time.”
“Next time?”
Ethan narrowed his eyes at me, “If you think this is a one time thing then you are very mistaken. And I can’t even tongue fuck your pussy without your legs snapping my head.” My face went scarlet hearing his words as he squeezed my thighs and demanded, “Don’t move them.”
I didn’t but the thought of Ethan tying my legs apart and baring me to him for hours to no end as he teased and tortured me to his liking turned me on, making me squirm.
But a sharp swat on my inner thigh snapped me out of my head.
I looked at Ethan who was inclining his head, his hand massaging the stinging skin on my thigh making me sigh.
“You are imagining it, aren’t you, Bella?
” he asked, his voice smoky as a smirk tugged his lips.
“You would love being tied up by me. Letting me tease and use this pussy of yours however I want. Spanking it . . .” My entire body flamed with lust at his words as he slowly fucked my pussy.
“Licking it and fucking it . . .” I gasped with each sharp thrust of his fingers, clenching my muscles.
He slowly added, “Or inserting a vibrator inside you and leaving you tied up on the bed.”
I shook my head. “Please, no.”
A small glint in his eyes told me he would do that, if needed. I gulped nervously, hoping he would make me come right now and not leave me with a vibrator.
I was waiting for his reply when Ethan leaned down and sucked on my clitoris, curling his fingers inside me, making a ‘come here’ motion as they scraped against my g-spot.
I didn’t know what I was moaning or begging for him to let me come as I moved my hips toward him, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub.
“Come for me, Kiara,” Ethan said at last.
My resolve broke, and a loud groan escaped my lips when I orgasmed against his fingers, tongue, and lips. It felt like I was on the edge of the cliff and finally jumped, landing on the orgasmic clouds of cloud nine.
When I opened my eyes, I was panting and shivering. Ethan sucked soundly on my pussy, drinking my juices and dragging out my orgasm as long as he could. My mind was whirling with dizziness as exhaustion hit my body, making me sleepy while he pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean.
A hum escaped my lips when he hovered above me, capturing my lips in a tantalizing kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. He held my hands, kissing each wrist and massaging them with his fingers. I almost cried at the gesture.
Ethan gathered me in his arms as he tucked my hair back and pecked my forehead, “You did so well, Bella. Watching you come apart was breathtaking.” He kissed my lips again, pulling the blanket over us as his hands continued to massage my waist.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.
I smiled with half-lidded eyes, “Like I am on cloud nine and . . . strange.”
He nodded, running his hand through my hair, making me melt in his arms, “During the entire scene, did you ever think about using your safe words?”
Opening my eyes, I looked at his face, which was a hair’s breadth away from me. I cupped his cheek and kissed his nose. “No, not even for a moment.”
Ethan sighed in relief when I ran my hand through his hair. “But promise me you will use your safe words when I push you too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can never hurt me, Ethan. And I promise I will use them when it gets too much,” I said truthfully.
A small smile appeared on his face, his eyes glittering with what I could decipher as happiness. “Good girl, now sleep. You must be tired.”
I pursed my lips and settled comfortably with him.
“Was that an order or a request?”
“Both. Go to sleep, Kiara.”
Now that was an order.
I smiled. “Okay, Big Daddy.”
Ethan pinched my butt, making me snicker as I watched him smile at me and snuggle me into his chest.