Chapter 21 #2
Still, I couldn’t help myself and checked my camera roll to see hundreds of our pictures together.
Cuddling, kissing, her laughing, or when she was writing.
I shook my head when I found a picture of me sleeping on her lap, my mouth agape, and another similar one but with her lips pressed against my cheek.
With flushed cheeks, I texted Kiara, asking if she was home or if I could pick her up. I started my car and checked her reply, saying that she was waiting for me. I smiled, going to the nearest bakery and buying a chocolate cake for her.
Parking my car in the garage, I wondered what we would do today. I checked her period cycle on my app. It showed her fertile window for the next ten days, and she was in her ovulation period for today and tomorrow.
This is it. I will get her pregnant.
Thoughts of how I would tie her up and make her come on my mouth, hands, and dick ran in my head.
Licking my lips, I opened the door and frowned when I saw no lights in the living room.
Closing the door behind me, I found Kiara in the kitchen.
My eyes widened when I saw she was wearing black sheer stockings and my t-shirt covering her body, the hem brushing her thighs.
I sneaked in behind her and whispered, “Hey, Kiara.”
She screamed, turning around and swatting my chest. I cackled with laughter as she saw me and took a deep breath, her hand over her chest. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the counter.
“Hai Bhagwan. You scared the shit out of me, E.”
“Didn’t you hear me open the door? Walk in?”
Kiara pursed her lips and shook her head, blush blooming on her cheeks. “No, I didn’t,” she mumbled. “How was the shoot? Did you make anyone pee their pants today?”
“Not really. Why are you so jumpy?” I asked. “How was the appointment?”
Gulping nervously, she looked away and walked past me, so much so that she even ignored the bakery bag. Okay, something is wrong. I followed her after keeping the cake in the fridge and asked, “What happened, Kiara?”
Ignoring me, she opened the door to my room. (Technically, it was ours as she slept with me.) I blindly followed her, holding her wrist in my grip. I whirled her around.
“What. Happened?”
This time she had enough sense to look at my face and bit her bottom lip. “Promise you won’t be mad at me?” She looked guilty and her expression was wounded. I was taken aback. Did something happen during her therapy?
Furrowing my eyebrows, I rubbed my thumb over the pulse of her wrist, her heartbeat increasing. I asked her worriedly, “Tell me what happened, Bella.”
She looked down and mumbled something incoherent.
“I can’t hear you, Kia.”
Kiara looked up from beneath her lashes. “I may or may not have touched myself.”
My hand froze, and I let go of her hand. She stilled, noticing the change in my gaze and looked down, her shoulders slumping.
That was one thing I did not like.
“What did you do?” I asked, my voice stern as I walked around her, putting down my phone and keys. I wanted to reward her today and probably watch a movie while eating the chocolate cake, but it looked like I had to change my plans.
When she didn’t reply, I turned around and saw her linger on the doorframe. I pursed my lips. “Remove that t-shirt and get on the bed, Kiara,” I said firmly, crossing my arms.
Her legs moved, her shaking hands removing the t-shirt, allowing me to gaze at her petite body in black lace lingerie and garter belts. Fuck. I clenched my jaw and kept it in my pants.
This was not for my pleasure.
I stepped toward the bed and she didn’t meet my eyes, her eyes facing down. I made her look at me, holding her jaw in a light grip. “Tell me exactly what you did, Kiara, and I may consider punishing you less,” I said, leaning down and unclasping the hooks of her bra and removing it.
“I . . . uh, I used my fingers.” Her cheeks flushed red, her blush creeping from her neck. “I touched myself, imagining you telling me what to do and I—”
I laid her back on the bed. Kiara cried out when I smacked her pussy through the lace and growled, “What did you imagine? I asked you to tell me everything, Kiara.”
Kiara took a sharp breath, her eyes flaming with lust. “I thought of you having me in every position, making me beg and edging me to orgasm.”
I raised my eyebrow, my eyes twinkling with desire as I licked my lips and leaned down.
My hand wrapped around her throat, a breathy gasp escaping her lips when mine brushed her ear.
“I would have done exactly that and more, but unfortunately someone broke one rule.” I pulled away, watching her bite her bottom lip and continued, “You could have called me, and I would have made you come, but you didn’t.
I even bought a chocolate cake for you, Kiara. ”
Her eyes widened, and a small pout covered her lips. “Can’t we do this after eating the cake? Please?”
I chuckled, shaking my head, “Not before I punish my bad girl.”
Trailing my hand down, I found her lacy thong soaking in her juices. My fingers massaged her sex, soft hums escaping her lips. The scent of her feminine arousal was in the air, musky and tangy as Kiara licked her lips, spreading her legs wider.
I glared at her, clenching my jaw, and turned her around, smacking her ass before I took her wrists in my hand.
“Don’t try to seduce me, Bella. You are not getting out of this without getting punished,” I chided and took the small nylon rope which was thick and sturdy but felt comfortable on her skin without bruising her. “Keep your hands over your back.”
I knew exactly what to do with my naughty vixen.
Taking the rope, I tied it around her wrists and made sure that it wasn’t too tight or too loose. I asked her after each loop of the rope if she was alright, because she had her therapy session today and I didn’t want to do anything too drastic and hurt her emotionally.
My eyes averted to the thong which was snugly placed between her ass and the garter belts, which were fastened over the thin garment. Hooking my finger on the belt, I purred, “Did you do this for me, Bella?”
She nodded, looking over her shoulder, her eyes hazy. “Yes, Ethan.”
I noticed she was already going down into her subspace as she sighed softly when I snapped the garter on her ass. After retrieving the toys from the chest, I walked back to the bed and put them beside her legs.
Kiara moaned instantly when I moved the thong away and slipped a finger inside her.
Her velvety walls clenched my finger helplessly when I slowly moved it in and out, her legs squirming as a wet gush of liquid coated it.
Removing my finger, I inserted a remote-control vibrator inside her with a tapered curve end which settled on her clitoris making her groan.
It would pleasure both her sensitive spot and pleasure nub at the same time as I made sure it was secure.
She let out a breathy gasp, jutting out her hips at me.
Taking another coil of the rope, I tied her ankles together, looping it perfectly around her taut skin and tying a knot before moving onto her thighs.
I was proud of my work when her thighs and ankles were bound together.
I knew she wouldn’t get out of them, but I made it comfortable enough for her.
“How are you feeling, Bella?” I asked, turning a notch on the vibrator snug inside her.
I held her face and passed two loops around her neck, a long moan slipping past her lips. “Like I-I have been tied up.”
I smiled at her and kissed her cheek before tying the knot behind her neck and attached the bit of rope over her tied hands, asking her if it was too tight or not and if she was comfortable.
When she nodded, I opened her palm and placed a black cloth on her fist and said, “Drop this cloth when you want to say black, alright?” I asked and made sure she was clenching it in her hands.
She nodded obediently. “But why the cloth?”
“Because it’s a safe gesture. You won’t be able to use your voice because I am using a gag.
” I said, and a gasp left her lips, her body trembling with need.
Seeing her read her erotic stories, I figured out there was much she wanted to try but didn’t have guts to say it to my face.
I was here to oblige and make her fantasies come true.
I placed a red ball gag over her mouth and wrapped it over her hair when she bit into it.
I placed her body on the edge of the bed in such a way that her legs were facing the headboard.
Holding another bit of rope in my hand, I twisted it in half and looped it over her tied arms and ankles.
A muffled hum released from her throat, her body writhing when I tied her in a hogtie position, effectively binding her arms and ankles together.
I checked again to make sure she was comfortable and put a pillow underneath her breasts.
“I know you couldn’t wait for me to touch yourself and relieve yourself of an orgasm.
But as I am such a nice boyfriend at the moment, I decided to let you orgasm for however long you want,” I said and stood up, walking to the edge of the bed.
Her eyes were wild with lust when I leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“This is your punishment. I am not going to stop the vibrator until you learn your lesson.”
Standing tall, I checked my watch and cocked my head to the side, “I think two hours would suffice, right?”
She tried to snap back, her eyes wide, but her voice was muffled due to the gag. Placing the blindfold over her eyes, I turned off the lights of the room, a small smile on my lips.