Chapter 18
KIARA
My fingers pressed on the cool black and white keys of the piano, soft melody pouring out of it. I closed my eyes and breathed out as I played the last notes, ending the music with soft strokes. I smiled when his lips pressed on the crook of my neck.
“That was beautiful,” he whispered, his hands running on my waist, warming my body.
I pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, “Thank you. What’s for dinner?”
After telling Ethan about the miscarriage, I had a one-on-one session with Doctor Sabrina.
As I had expected, I cried and came back home refreshed.
Ethan had cuddled me to sleep that night, and I remember waking up in the middle of the night to see my hands clutching his t-shirt tightly.
Somehow, letting him know about the truth had made us get closer to each other. He didn’t hate me.
Closing the fallboard, I turned to him, loving the way his eyes smiled at me. Blue and green melting in his piercing orbs.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Pancakes.”
A hearty chuckle poured out of his mouth, my eyes dancing over his handsome face and the tan skin of his throat. “Pancakes for dinner?”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” I asked and stood up to stretch my body. I smirked to myself when I found him staring at me.
He straightened to his tall height and kissed my ass while I bent down, touching my toes. I giggled, standing up as he wrapped his arm around me. “I don’t have a problem with eating pancakes for dinner. Help me?”
“Of course!” I said, “I will make better pancakes than you.”
His dark eyes twinkled with a challenge, “We will see about that, Bella.”
We made different batters for our recipe and I eyed him as he chopped some strawberries.
I continued making my batter by cracking two eggs and making sure that the batter wasn’t too thick or too thin.
After half an hour, our pancakes were ready, and we decided that we would judge each other’s pancakes, and the winner got to do anything they wanted with the other for an hour.
I was excited to win because as much as I enjoyed the dominant side of Ethan, I wanted to know how he would react if I tied him up and had my way with him. I was sure that if he won, he’d do the same or . . . I didn’t even want to imagine.
“Ready?” he asked as we both stacked a big bite in our forks with the maple syrup dripping down on the plate.
I nodded, and we both took a bite together. I chewed and almost moaned out loud at the delicious taste of strawberries and something buttery, melting in my mouth. It was delicious.
When I opened my eyes, Ethan had the same expression.
I eyed his lips when he licked them, my body warming and aching for his.
We hadn’t had sex for a few days because of my period, but now, I needed him more than ever.
I wondered if the feeling of having him beside me all day would ever fade.
I wondered if he felt the same way or not.
“It’s okay, too sugary,” he said, shrugging at the pancakes I had cooked.
“Liar. If you don’t like it, then I will eat it.”
He grinned at me and ate another forkful. I chuckled at his goofy expression. We ate pancakes, sharing the ones we had made, and concluded that both the recipes were delicious and both of us were winners.
“No, I am the winner,” I said firmly, craning my neck up to narrow my eyes at him. “My pancakes were a little better than yours.”
He raised his eyebrow, “Didn’t we just agree that it was a tie?”
Keeping my hands at my hips, I asked, “Did we? I don’t remember.”
Ethan sighed, “Okay, fine, you won. Why do you want to win so badly?”
I let out an evil laugh that earned me a side glance from him as I helped him load the dishwasher. “It’s because I want to tie you up, silly.”
He froze and glared at me. “No, not happening.”
My smile fell, “Ethan, no! You promised that the loser has to follow the winner’s command for an hour.”
He crossed his arms, trying to intimidate me, and a part of me wanted to tell him it was working. I scowled at him, “You tie me up all the time. It’s not fair. Maybe I want to play with you too.”
A hint of a smile appeared on his lips when I pouted. “And how do you want to play with me, Kiara?” His voice was low and playful that made my stomach somersault.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I said, “I want to tie up your hands.”
His expression darkened, and the kitchen became a lot smaller when I took a step back, the marble counter digging in my lower back. He towered in front of me, smelling like pancakes, blueberries with a hint of his musky male scent. Wet arousal pooled in my underwear.
“And what will you do after tying my hands?”
I took a shuddering breath and met his eyes. They looked darker than mine as they pinned me to my spot. “You have to agree to let me tie you up first,” I countered.
Surprisingly, he agreed, but with safe words. I almost laughed at him because I wasn’t going to do anything extreme at all, I just wanted to tease him a little.
Okay, I am lying.
I want to tease him a lot.
“Remove your shirt, I want you shirtless,” I ordered and even spanked his butt for the effect. My palm zinged with heat because of the rough denim.
He narrowed his eyes at me, “Too much, Kia.”
I kissed his cheek in return and told him to lie down on the bed.
Ethan was probably three times my size. If he decided it was getting too much, then it would take him no effort to pull me underneath him and I would be helpless.
If I wanted to do this right, then I needed to tie his hands to the headboard so he couldn’t run away from me.
Hehe, I was loving how the roles had reversed. Even though it was only for a while.
“Why do I think this is a bad idea?” He whispered to himself while I tied his hands to the headboard, straddling his bare chest. His prominent muscles tensed and hardened when I leaned down to kiss him on the lips and pulled away when he wanted to deepen it. He glared at me.
“Stop pouting, E, you agreed to be a good boy,” I said and stood up from the bed, marveling at the sight in front of me. Now I truly understood why he loved tying me up so much.
Ethan Kane was half-naked on the bed with his hands tied up.
All for me. My mouth watered. I wanted to do my best to please him, make him come in my mouth.
He looked exquisite and edible. All for me, I reminded myself, crossing my arms and removing his t-shirt that I was wearing.
I watched his eyes rove over the dark red lace lingerie I had donned that morning.
He let out a groan when I removed my shorts, revealing tiny red lace underwear.
Ethan tugged at his bonds, “Kiara . . . fuck, you are killing me here, babe. I want to touch you.”
I smirked, running my hands down my breasts and over my stomach, “Too bad, eh.”
“Kiara,” he warned, his face etched with anger and arousal.
“Yes?” I asked him sweetly when I crawled up the length of his body and lightly kissed his hip bone.
Keeping my eyes on him, I licked his skin.
His hips arched when I peppered small kisses on his abdomen.
My hands roamed over the slabs of his prominent muscles and scratched his abs.
I kissed, licked, and left hickeys, all the while hearing his sharp intake of breath and small groans.
By the time I reached his waistband, he was hard as stone and a spot of pre-cum had stained his boxers.
“You are so fucking hot, Ethan,” I whispered and removed his boxers.
“Finally,” he muttered under his breath. His hooded eyes watched me lick my lips at the sight of his beautiful cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum, his girth solid with angry veins surrounding it. I stroked him slowly, relishing the hard touch of his velvety skin.
“Take me in your mouth, Bella,” he rasped, “I want to see those lips suck on my cock.”
His crude, dirty words aroused me further as I followed his directions. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, his musky male scent exploding on my tongue. I moaned at his taste and licked his head, sucking it while my hand continued to stroke him.
“Like that?” I asked, licking my lips before pulling away,
Ethan groaned at me with his half-lidded eyes, “Yes, Bella, don’t fucking stop.”
Smiling to myself, I leaned down and licked his length, his body tensing underneath me. He let out a sound of protest when I pulled away from him to unhook my bra and remove the thong.
Ethan swallowed, “Kiara, if you don’t fuck me right now—”
I silenced him with my finger on his lips. “Or what, Ethan?” I purred, his eyes glaring at me but getting distracted as they landed on my breasts. I giggled when he tried to bite my finger.
“You are being a tease. Take me inside you,” he said, his voice smoky and deep, arching up to me.
I shook my head and grabbed his jaw to kiss him. The kiss was savage with our tongues and lips clashing against each other. I tugged at his hair and moaned when he bit my bottom lip, licking it better with small flicks of his tongue.
I pulled away before he could make me untie him. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my hair in a bun as he shot me a confused look.
“What are you doing, Kiara?” he asked worriedly.
Turning around, I went on all fours, straddling him with my naked sex facing him. He took a sharp breath. Looking over my shoulder, I grinned, “I am giving you a blow job, Ethan.”
“Not like that, you aren’t! Untie me, Kiara. Right. Now,” his voice was menacing, and I knew I was going to get it bad when I untied him afterward, but his hands were restrained. I wanted to do nothing but please and worship him.
“Kiara, I—Fuck!” he groaned when I sucked him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick head and relaxing my throat before I took him in little by little.
Tears burned in my eyes when his hips arched, and I had to pull away a little to take a deep breath before diving in and taking him inside my mouth again.