Ava Gray
On the way to Ethan’s place, I was still in party mode.
I was a little tipsy and extremely horny.
Tonight, I had experienced my first lap dance from a fine stripper, and it was definitely giving.
I planned to give Ethan his own little show as soon as we stepped through his door.
The whole car ride, I laughed because I still couldn’t believe Ace did Aja so dirty.
All I can say is I was glad I wore my real hair.
If that nigga would’ve snatched my shit in public, I would’ve been so embarassed.
He played entirely too much, even when he was serious.
It was Aja’s idea for us to get on stage when we noticed them niggas up in VIP.
Her plan worked because we definitely caught their attention and everyone else’s in the building.
It didn’t bother me that Ethan was enjoying himself.
Shit, who am I to get jealous? Okay, I’m lying. I was a little jealous.
Why? Maybe because there were feelings developing for this man when they shouldn’t be. I kept telling myself we were just having fun. Nothing exclusive. I was still tied to a situation that hadn’t been resolved yet.
“What the fuck?” Ethan huffed as we pulled into his driveway.
There was someone standing on his porch. From a distance, I couldn’t make out the silhouette because it was so dark. Once whoever emerged and walked toward his car, I realized it was a woman. Ethan put his car in park and shut it off.
“I’ll get the door for you,” he said before getting out.
“Babe, I’ve been calling and texting you,” I heard the woman say.
From what I could tell, because I didn’t hear a response, Ethan ignored her as he opened my door. Taking my hand, he helped me out.
“Wow, who is she? We have one misunderstanding, and you go find someone else?”
Whoever this chick was, it definitely wasn’t Zenobia. This girl was a little shorter, and she had an accent.
“Hell no, EJ! This is what we’re not about to do. We’re not going to throw away what we’ve built because I lost my temper for a split second. I told you I was sorry, baby. You’ve been ignoring me for too long. Call this bitch a Lyft, so we can work this out.”
“Did she just go there?” I asked myself aloud. “Oh, okay.”
I started removing my hoop earrings, so I could drag this smut up and down the yard.
“Oh, yea, bitch. About my man, we can take it there! What’s up, hoe!” Ol girl bucked.
I didn’t need to touch my shoes. I kicked them muthafuckas off so fast. As soon as I took a step toward her, I was stopped.
“Chill out.” Ethan grabbed my hand.
“What? Do you hear her? I’m not about to allow this bitch to disrespect me! Ethan, you got me fu–”
“Amore!”
I didn’t know what the hell it was, but when he called me by that name, he had my full attention. His tone was commanding, shutting me up mid-sentence.
He stepped to me toe to toe, his frame towering over me. His eyes penetrated mine in the dark. With my hand in his, he gave me his keys.
“Go in the house. Undress, then get in the shower.” He gave me simple instructions.
I wanted to say something, but the look in his eyes told me not to.
“Oh, I see what this is.” The girl chuckled. “You’re training this bitch to be your new sub?”
I thought about laying this girl out as I walked past her. Ethan must’ve read my mind.
“Keep walking, Amore.”
“Amore? What a cute pet name,” Ol girl taunted.
I felt myself becoming irritated. Slowly, my mood was changing, and I wanted to take my ass back to the house.
I didn’t have time for the drama with another bitch over a man who was just for the moment.
Once I got in the house, I went to the mini bar and made a double shot.
Then, I went to his bathroom, undressed, and started my shower.
The water felt so good. It actually helped calm my nerves on top of the liquor I had just consumed.
I stood under the water and thought about what ol’ girl said about Ethan training me.
I knew what a sub is only because of that Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy.
When I first saw the movie, it had me intrigued.
To know Ethan was on that type of time had me wondering how deep he was into that lifestyle.
I washed up deep in thought, then I got out, dried off, and lotioned my body from head to toe.
The house was quiet, so I assumed he was still outside, dealing with ol’ girl. I wrapped the towel tightly around my body and rummaged through my duffle bag to find something to put on.
“I apologize about that.” I heard his voice behind me.
“Yeah, it’s all good.” My tone was flat.
“What you doing?” he asked.
“Looking for something to sleep in.”
“Who said you were going to sleep? Come here.”
I turned around, and Ethan stood across the room, butt ass naked. His perfectly built body had my mouth watering, but I wasn’t going to show it. His dick was semi hard, standing at attention.
“Amore, come here,” he repeated.
His tone was calm, but his command was stern.
I dropped the clothes in my hand and took my time walking in his direction. I stopped about two feet away without saying a word. My arms were folded across my chest, and yes, I still had a slight attitude.
Ethan reached out and grabbed my elbow, pulling me closer to him.
Unfolding my arms, he unwrapped the towel from my body, allowing it to fall to the floor.
His hand gently caressed the side of my face as his thumb rubbed across my lips.
I stood still as he moved to stand behind me.
My back was to his chest as we faced the mirror embedded into his wall.
The way his hands slowly rubbed down my arms made the hairs on my body prickle.
“I don’t want you worrying about Carla. She’s not going to be a problem.”
“Do I look worried, Ethan?” I glared at him through the mirror.
A smirk spread on his lips.
“Are you feeling some type of way right now?” His blue eyes squinted.
“Yes. Are you training me to be your sub?”
He didn’t respond right away.
“Nah, you’re not built for that lifestyle.”
“Says who? Why would she even assume that you’re training me?”
“Carla’s jealous, and she’s assuming you’re taking her place. Technically, you are but not as my sub. You’ve been through too much bullshit. What I’m into and how I fuck on my subs, I don’t want to trigger you.”
We stood quietly, staring at each other in the mirror.
“I trust you,” I whispered.
Since I had an idea of what came with that lifestyle, I felt safe enough to be open and try it.
From behind, he rubbed the head of his dick around my opening.
I was wet and ready, but I was definitely still feeling some type of way.
He could say what he wanted. To have a jealous woman lingering around, shit could get dangerous.
However, all my thoughts faded away the moment I felt him dip down to enter himself inside of me.
I sucked in a deep breath and had to stand on my tip toes so I could adjust. He reached around front to grab my neck while slowly rocking in and out of me.
My mouth hung open as my eyes were glued to his.
“Mhmmm,” I moaned as he played with my clit.
My earlobe was in his mouth as he sucked, sending all types of shock waves through my body.
My head rested against his chest as he took control of my body. The long, slow, deep strokes had the insides of my thighs dripping. I tried crossing my ankles to keep from cumming without permission. That shit wasn’t working, though.
“Look at me while I’m fuckin’ you, Amore.” he whispered in my ear.
Our eyes locked in the mirror, and he had a devilish but sexy grin on his face.
“You see what I’m doing to you? You like it, don’t you?” He gripped my neck tighter to tilt my head back a little.
“Yes…I like it,” I moaned in a whisper.
I held onto his arm that held my neck as he picked up the pace.
My legs were getting weak, and his strokes were becoming too much.
Moving my hands, he locked his arm around both of mine, holding them behind my back.
His other hand went back around my throat.
This man literally fucked me while my feet dangled off the floor.
He was in complete control, and I loved every bit of it.
“Oh, god,” I whimpered as I felt my body shake.
“Unt unt, god can’t help you baby. You belong to me.” He whispered. “Look at you takin’ all this dick like a good girl. Fuck, you were made just for me, Amore. You know that, right?” He kissed my jawline.
“Shittt! I need to cum!” I choked out.
“Beg for it.” He placed me back on my feet.
He leaned forward, making me bend over a bit. His hips dipped with each stroke he thrusted into me.
“Please…” I panted.
“E…Ethan, I need to cum. Pleaseee, can I?”
“Look at yourself and give it to me.” He held my chin up so I could look into my own eyes as I reached my climax
My toes sank further into the carpet as I released. His strokes kept the same rhythm, making my body shake.
“Who’s a beautiful queen?” he whispered deeply.
My eyes diverted to him in the mirror.
“Nah, don’t look at me.” He gripped my chin. “Tell me who’s a beautiful queen, Amore.”
My eyes began to roll as I tried to stay focused on my reflection.
“I am,” I whispered. “I’m a beautiful queen.”
“You deserve real love and happiness.” He bit the side of my neck. “Say it.”
“I…I deserve love and happiness.” I moaned.
“Good girl, Amore. Don’t you ever forget that shit either, you understand me?”
He pushed himself deep inside of me before grinding slowly.
“Yesss! Oh my god, Ethan!”
I was on the verge of crying.
“You’re going to come for me again, okay baby. Give me all of it.” He reached down to rub my swollen clit.
This man was trying to turn me into a lunatic. Fuck being a sub.
“Do you see how pretty you are, taking this dick? Keep giving it to me, Amore…just like that.”
My mind, body and soul felt as if it were in a whole other dimension. Finally, he pulled out, and I was so relieved.
“Get in bed,” he instructed while he stroked himself.
Damn, I thought we were going to take a break.