38. Cassidy
I roll onto my side, nuzzling my face into the softest pillow I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Sighing happily, I almost nod off again. But then I hear the drone of far-off traffic. A car horn blaring faintly.
And something big breathing behind me.
My body goes rigid as my mind hunts for answers. But panic floods through me before I can reach any kind of logical conclusion. I scramble up, clutching a coverlet to my chest as though I were naked.
I’m not, of course. I’m wearing a t-shirt which I assume belongs to Ethan, judging from how it swallows me. I’m too curvy to ever feel petite, but this t-shirt does a good job of reminding me just how small I am compared to Ethan.
As if he can hear me thinking about him, Ethan opens one eye, then the other. When he sees my expression, the edges of his mouth curl up a little. “Should I have left you in the dress?”
“Uh…” I look down at the bed we’re sharing. It”s king-size, so there’s plenty of room without us having to encroach on each other’s space. “Thanks, but, how did I get here in the first place?”
“You fell asleep in the car.” When he speaks softly like that, his voice turns into the sexiest rumble. “I didn’t want to wake you, so…”
So he carried me into his penthouse suite like a kid who fell asleep in front of the TV? I’m equal parts horrified and melting inside, and the considering look Ethan’s giving me isn’t helping.
“What time is it?”
“Almost ten.”
“Oh.” I stretch, yawning. “Feels like I slept through the night.”
“You should feel rested. You were snoring so loud in the car, I had to turn up the radio just so I could?—”
I slap him on impulse. “I don’t snore!”
His eyebrows quirk up. “Then there’s something seriously wrong with my car.”
“Hilarious,” I say dryly. “Now if you’d kindly point me in the direction of your bathroom, please.”
He props himself up on his elbow, brushing a curl away from my face, and then trails his finger down my neck to the collar of his t-shirt. He grabs the fabric in a fist and yanks me toward him, our mouths meeting in a breathless gasp and a muted growl.
I don’t even think about fighting back until he’s done claiming my lips and tongue, leaving me panting.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pressing trembling fingers against the side of my warm face.
“Bathroom first,” he says, giving me a slow, super-heated smile that makes my pussy tingle in anticipation.
I scramble off the bed before he changes his mind, heading straight for the doorway he points out. I can’t help but wince as I’m blinded by white tiles, white marble, a white tub, white walls. It’s like I’ve stepped into the middle of the sun.
I’m still squinting as I make an urgent beeline for the toilet.
This en-suite bathroom isn’t just glacially white…it’s huge. Most of my shitty apartment could fit in here. There’s a walk-in shower, a closed-off shower which I suspect might double as a sauna or something, an enormous sunken tub, and enough mirrors to make me self-conscious while I’m having a pee.
I try not to look at myself in the vanity when I wash my hands, because I’ve already caught more glimpses of my wild hair and crumpled face than I’d ever want to.
I’m aware of a certain familiar stickiness in my nether regions, and the thought that I might have had another erotic dream while Ethan was right next to me is so embarrassing my face turns red.
What the hell is going on with me?
There’s a bottle of mouthwash and some wet wipes in the cabinet under the sink. Rinsing my mouth and cleaning my thighs makes me feel marginally better, but I still slink out of the bathroom and head straight for the covers so I can slide under them and pretend to look sexy.
I shouldn’t have bothered.
Ethan isn’t in the bed anymore.
Strong arms wrap around my middle, and I squeal in panic as Ethan lifts me off my feet.
“What are you doing?” I shouldn’t sound so shocked, but it’s not every day I get carried around like a handbag dog.
“Taking what’s mine,” he rumbles in my ear.
He takes me to a forest-green velvet chaise lounge facing the wide floor-to-ceiling windows opposite his bed, and I’m sure that’s where he intends to do filthy things to me, but he only pauses there long enough to rip my t-shirt dress off.
I gasp when my back collides with the cool, smooth glass, clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life. I refuse to even think about how far I’d fall if this window broke.
“Stop!” I bleat.
But he doesn’t stop. He kisses me.
Violently. Roughly. Like a man possessed.
I mewl into his mouth, fighting him in some attempt to drive him to his senses, but he seems to take it as a challenge, and ends up pinning my arms above my head.
From the corner of my eye, I spot a smear of headlights far, far below.
But before I can give in to my fear of heights and beg him to stop again, his cock is nudging against my pussy. I gasp, and he bites my lower lip, sucking on the tender flesh as he sinks the first inch of his hard, thick length inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct as he slides in another inch.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” he mumbles against my mouth before giving me another bruising kiss. “I couldn’t wait for you to wake up so I could fuck you.”
God, if he only knew that he had been fucking me in my dreams. I can’t remember much except for the feel of his cock inside me and an orgasm that never ended.
No wonder I was so sticky when I woke up.
He thrusts balls-deep inside me with a fierce grunt, forcing a desperate mewl from my lips. I stretch , clamping around his length as he fucks me viciously against the glass window.
He’s still holding onto my wrists, crushing them against the cool glass, but his other hand grabs my ass, gripping my bruised flesh to keep me in place. It’s impossible to think about death when my entire body is shuddering with euphoria, so I forget about the thin barrier between me and the road so far below.
All that matters is this beast and his thick cock, the powerful arms holding me in place, the hot breath panting against the side of my neck.
The force of his hips, the way his pelvis thumps into mine with each thrust, makes my clit throb with pleasure. He releases my wrists, using both hands to grab my ass, pausing so he can lean back and stare into my eyes as he grinds into me with sullen determination.
I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles as an orgasm speeds my way.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper, grinding my clit against his belly.
“Not until I say you can.” There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes as he thrusts slow and hard.
“But I’m so close!” There’s a desperate edge to my voice. I won’t be able to stop this climax. “Please!”
He slaps my ass, and the pain brings me down one tiny little notch, but I’m almost immediately back on the precipice. “Ethan, please!”
“Please what, toy?”
He slows down even more, punishing me in the most cruel way. I try to buck into him, but he just draws back his hips until only the tip of his cock is still inside me.
I reach between us, grabbing his dick and trying to shove it back inside me.
Ethan tsks me, that same mischievous glint in his eyes. “Where’s your self-control, toy?”
“Please, just fuck me so I can come!” I plead, digging my nails deeper into him, hoping the pain will piss him off enough that he ends up hate-fucking me into oblivion.
But he just chuckles darkly and tosses me onto his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. I let out an indignant squeal and drum my fists against his back. He drops me to the bed, my yell of surprise cutting off when I hit the mattress.
“What the hell?”
“Beg me and I might consider letting you come.”
What the fuck have I been doing for the past few minutes? I scowl up at him as he grabs my hips and scoots me higher up the bed. With all the back-and-forth, I’m not even that close anymore, so screw him.
“Are you pouting at me, toy?”
“Fuck you.”
“Guess you won’t be coming after all,” he says as he climbs up onto the foot of the bed.
He’s naked, and I’m trying to remember if he lost his clothes before or after he jumped me coming out of the bathroom. Not that it matters. I could salivate over his body for days. His thick arms and thighs, his broad muscled shoulders, the trail of dark hair leading right to his eager, bouncing cock.
I reach for him, but he slaps my hand away.
Glaring, I try again.
He leans back, chuckling as I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re not going to behave, are you?”
“I don’t know why you have to be so bossy,” I tell him. “We were both enjoying ourselves until you ruined everything.”
“Ruined…?” He glances away, still smiling faintly as he climbs off the bed.
Shit, did I really piss him off that badly? But why does everything have to be so complicated with him? We could have been done fucking already if he’d just let me come. I’m sure he would have been right behind me. We could have been sleeping already.
I sit up, staring grumpily after him as he disappears into his walk-in closet.
“I’m sorry,” I yell after him.
“You brought this on yourself, toy,” he replies from inside the closet.
I frown. “Brought what on—” I cut off when he reappears with a bundle of thick, shiny rope dangling from his hand.
What. The. Fuck?
I shouldn’t have panicked, but seeing a man as large and intimidating as Ethan walking toward me with a rope in his hand, his thick, heavy cock pointed straight at me like a divining rod, instinct kicks in.
Scrambling off the bed, I dart to the other side of the room.
He shifts direction, making a beeline for me. His sure stride is freaking me out almost as much as the half-smile on his lips.
I hold out my hands. “I said I’m sorry, okay?”
He says nothing, simply walking closer. I sidle away and then make a run for the bedroom door. The bed, a footstool, and the dresser’s chair are all in the way, but I’m sure I can maneuver around them and still reach the exit before he can intercept me.
“Alexa, turn off all the lights.”
Alexa?
A soft, feminine voice comes out of nowhere. “Turning off the lights.”
I throw him a confused frown. And that’s my first mistake.
The lights go off.
I run shin-first into the footstool and go flying onto my hands and knees.
“Fuck!”
There’s a soft snap behind me, and it has to be him jerking the rope tight between his hands.
This shouldn’t be as terrifying as it feels, but I’m in a strange place, and my eyes still haven’t adjusted to the dark. As soon as I get to my feet and dart forward, I run headlong into the dressing table’s chair.
“Come on!” I yell, staggering, arms flying wildly as I struggle to find my balance.
“Oh, I’m right behind you, toy.”
His voice is much too close for comfort. I squeal in panic and veer toward the last place I remember the door being.
Thankfully, my outstretched hand connects with the doorjamb a second later. I pull myself through on wobbly legs, desperately scanning the dark living area.
If his sofas hadn’t been a pale cream color, I’d have been screwed. But the long, sleek furniture practically glows in the dark, and it’s easy to avoid them.
I’m doing just fine until I hear footsteps thundering behind me. I don’t know why he charged me until I realize it’s because he has me cornered.
There’s a long dining room table that can easily seat twelve people ahead, another wall of glass looking out over the city, and a fireplace in the middle of the entertainment area.
He’s too quick for me.
I try to detour around the table, aiming for a doorway that might be the way out of this luxury penthouse maze, but a second later his hand is wrapped around my arm and I’m hauled back against his body.
“Let go!” I yell, trying to pull out of his grip.
Ethan herds me against the head of the dining table, and the next moment I’m being pressed face-down on the cool marble surface.
“What are you doing?”
Obviously something he’s done before. It’s terrifying how quickly he moves. Soft, silky rope wraps around my ankle, my foot slipping on the thick carpet as he tugs my leg to the side.
When I try to pull my foot back under me, I realize he’s tied me to the leg of the dining room table.
“Hey!” I thought he only had one rope with him, maybe to tie up my hands or something sexy like that, but when he grabs my second ankle and jerks it roughly to the side, I realize he must have brought more than one.
I twist around, trying to slap him, but he ducks effortlessly. Before I can pull my foot away, he ties my second ankle to the other leg of the table.
“Are you kidding me?” I yell as I desperately start tugging on the rope around my right-hand ankle. I don’t know what the hell kind of knot this is, but I can’t seem to find even a quarter-inch give. “Let me go!”
“I will,” he says. “When I’m done.”
When he’s done?
He fists my hair and drags my torso back onto the surface of the table and then gives me a resounding slap on the ass.
“Alexa, set the mood.”
“Setting the mood,” that same feminine voice announces.
A soft, diffused light fills the penthouse. Soft classical music plays. The fire whooshes on behind me, its flames adding a warm orange glow to the room.
I turn my head at the sound of a mechanical hum nearby. The blinds that had been covering the floor-to-ceiling windows retract, laying bare the twinkling city scape beyond.
It’s fucking gorgeous.
But I only have seconds to appreciate it before the warmth of Ethan’s body brushes my ass and thighs. Then I remember I’m spread shamefully wide, bound in place, unable to close my legs, my pussy positioned at just the right height for his cock.
The tip of which he drags over my apex from clit to asshole.
I push up onto my elbows and would have straightened more if he hadn’t shoved a hand on my lower back, keeping my stomach pinned to the cool marble.
“Do I have your full attention, toy?” His voice is rough and thick with pent up emotion, and while the stubborn mule who’s usually kicking up a fuss inside my head wants nothing more than to tell him to go fuck himself…I don’t dare.
“Yes…Sir.”
His satisfied rumble is almost worth the humiliation.
Almost.
But no one’s ever used me like this. Like a plaything whose sole existence is for their own pleasure.
It’s terrifying.
And kinky as hell.
I’m panting, the anticipation killing me. My pussy is tingling something fierce as I wait for Ethan to touch me again, to fuck me, to do something.
But when I glance over my shoulder at him, he’s just staring at my body, his gaze flickering up and down my thighs and back and between my legs like he’s drinking in the sight of me.
“Ethan…”
His gaze darts to my eyes. One side of his mouth curls up. He brings the flat of his hand against my ass so hard I see stars.
“Fuck!”
“It’s fuck, Sir,” he says.
I bite back another curse as he lays a second slap on my other cheek, but I can’t stop a moan when he pushes a finger into my pussy and curls it, rubbing the inside of my walls like he’s searching for something.
His other hand is still pressed to the small of my back, keeping me in place as he teases me with his finger, eyes fixed on mine.
Is he trying to find my g-spot or something? Because I read about that. Not everyone has one, and even if they do, trying to find it is like a quest for the Holy Grail, because the chances?—
His lips curl into a smile when my expression changes.
“I don’t like that!” I blurt out, shifting my hips in a desperate attempt to move away from his touch.
But he’s inside me, so there’s no shimmying away from the weird, faintly unpleasant burning ache inside my core.
I suddenly need to pee.
Like really, really urgently.
“Stop! Please!”
He ignores me, which pisses me off until that feeling changes. It’s almost like I’m going numb, but there’s also an intoxicating pleasure building deep, deep inside me.
He adds another finger, and I moan loudly, my hands slapping down onto the marble table as if I’m in danger of sliding off.
“Still want me to stop?”
“Yes. No. Fuck!” I don’t know what’s happening to me, but it’s exquisite, and weird, and I’m teetering between loving it and hating it. “Harder.”
“Since when did you start calling the shots, toy?”
“Fuck! Please! Just…” I trail off with another moan as he slides his thumb along my pussy and then up, up…up.
“Oh God!”
He circles my asshole, then massaging it, then pressing against it in a slow rhythm that matches perfectly with the way he’s fucking my pussy. I’ve never felt so many conflicting emotions.
The urge to pee comes back a hundred times stronger, but I swear there’s an orgasm beckoning too. I
keep perfectly still, panting louder and louder as I try to work out what the hell is happening between my legs.
“There’s my girl,” Ethan murmurs. “You’re such a good fuck toy for me. Are you getting close?”
“I…don’t know. Maybe? Yes. Yes!” I don’t know if it’s his encouragement or the magic he’s performing with his fingers, but there’s definitely something building. I buck into his hand ever so slightly, trying to get more friction, a harder pressure, anything.
“Good toy,” he murmurs. “Does this make you feel good? Do you want me to go harder?”
“Yes-yes-God-please-harder!” I blurt out the words so fast they run together.
My fingernails try to dig into the marble. I plump out my ass, and the groan he lets out sends a wave of glorious euphoria through my body.
“Christ, your pussy is so greedy for my fingers, toy.” He speeds up, the base of his fingers making a wet slapping sound against my drenched pussy. “So fucking wet for me. Are you close, toy?”
“So fucking close!”
“I don’t want you holding back, do you hear me? I want to hear you screaming my name when you come.”
“Yes!” I try to buck against him again, but he pushes down on my back even harder, keeping me in place. I squirm and dance on my toes, mewling and panting like a psycho.
“Oh God, I’m almost there!”
Ethan fucks me even harder with his fingers, and I barely register his thumb slipping into my asshole before my pussy explodes.
I don’t mean that figuratively.
“Yes, yes, fuck, oh my God, Ethan!”
Wet heat spurts out of me as I hoarsely yell his name. I push up onto my hands, my back arching like he’s performing an exorcism.
My entire body sets alight with electric heat, a harsh shudder coursing through me as I gush against the fingers he’s slamming into my pussy.
“That’s my little fuck toy,” Ethan says in a thick, strained voice. “Jesus, I want to feel you squirting around my cock.”
He’s still halfway through those words when his cock rams into me. I thump my fist into the table, my bliss hitting a celestial high as he stretches my gushing pussy around his massive girth.
Then he’s fucking me, and it’s all I can do not to pass out from pleasure. His thumb is still buried in my asshole, thrusting in and out as he takes what he needs from my clenching pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I whimper, my damp palms squeaking over the marble. “Ethan, oh my god, fuck!”
I’m not even making sense at this stage, but from the deep groans I’m hearing behind me, Ethan’s on another plane of existence. He ruts me like an animal, hard enough that I’m sure my hips are going to be bruised tomorrow, but not giving a single fuck.
I don’t know what the hell he did to me, but I’m well and truly broken now.
I’ve never surrendered so completely to someone. Never been this strung out on someone’s cock.
He folds over me, his teeth clamping over my shoulder and biting down so hard a flash of pain spears into my muscle.
I think I come again. I’m not even sure. I just know that my pussy grabs onto him like a fist, keeping him locked deep inside me as he empties his seed in my already soaked pussy, coating us both in a warm, sloppy mess of cum.
“Jesus, Cassidy, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Ethan murmurs against my shoulder when he finally takes his teeth out of me. He licks my skin, and that’s when I smell blood in the air.
He starts pulling out of me, but stops when I whimper.
“No. Don’t. Stay,” I whisper pathetically, and that’s when the tears come.
He stays buried inside me, but slips his hands under my body, cradling me and whispering sweet nothings into my ear as my body shakes and trembles with each harsh sob.
His cock hardens, and I push against him, begging him to fuck me again, but slow.
He rumbles as if in protest, but he can’t seem to help himself anymore than I can.
And thank God, because I don’t want him to stop.
Ever.
And that terrifies me…in the best possible way.