Chapter 5 Ethan
ETHAN
Her thighs are still twitching from how hard I made her come on my mouth, and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
I sit back on my heels, taking in the view. Wet. Open. Wanting. Her lips are swollen. Her chest’s rising fast, nipples tight. She’s trying to regain control, but she can’t. That’s mine now.
I reach for a tie from the bedside table. “You said please,” I murmur. “You earned this.”
Her eyes widen a little when she sees it, but she nods.
“Wrists. Together.”
She lifts her arms. I bind them firmly but safely, the fabric tight enough to remind her what this is, and not tight enough to mark. Her hands rest above her head now, wrists crossed. She’s even more beautiful like this, when she’s open, helpless, and in my mercy.
I press a kiss to her shoulder. “Safe word?”
She stares at me for a beat, and I take a moment to explain what I mean. “If you want me to stop, you just need to say this word out loud.”
“I don’t think—”
“Choose one nonetheless,” I cut in firmly. “Nothing that happens here should be against your free will.”
She nods and blushes prettily, and I marvel at the way her whole face lights up. “Crimson.”
“Good girl.”
I settle between her legs again, dragging my palm over the inside of her thigh. She flinches from how sensitive she still is. I keep going. “You can take more.”
“I can,” she breathes.
I reach for the condom, rip it open with my teeth, roll it on. My cock’s hard enough to ache, leaking for her. I’ve wanted a lot of women. I’ve had a lot of women. But not like this, not one who undoes me just by listening, obeying, and looking at me like I can destroy her and she wants me to.
I line up at her entrance. She’s dripping. A hiss leaves my mouth as I drag the head through her folds, just once. She jerks and I smile.
Then I press in. Her back arches off the bed. The sound she makes is raw, and my hands tighten on her hips, holding her still while I sink in slow. Tight. So goddamn tight.
Her cunt grips me like she’s never been taken like this, like her body wants to memorize mine.
“Ethan—”
“Shh. I’ve got you.”
I bottom out in one slow thrust. She gasps and her walls flutter around me. I grind my hips in deep. “Fuck,” I whisper. “You feel like heaven.”
I pause to let her adjust and watch her fight to breathe.
“You good?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“You sure?”
She nods hard. “So full. I feel everything.”
I draw back and thrust in again, deeper this time.
Her mouth falls open. My rhythm is slow at first. I want her to feel every inch and to remember this stretch for hours.
I want her sore tomorrow. My hands roam—her waist, her throat, the swell of her breast. She arches into every touch. She offers everything.
And I take.
“Look at you,” I growl. “Tied up. Spread for me. Obeying so damn sweetly.”
“It feels so good,” she gasps.
“I know, baby girl.”
I thrust harder and her hands twist in the tie.
She’s panting now, her pupils blown wild as her hips arch up.
She’s at that edge, but still so good for me, still taking my cock like a champ.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“No one’s ever listened this well. No one’s ever made me want to fuck them this slow. ”
Her eyes flutter. I grip her jaw.
“Eyes on me.”
She opens them. My thrusts get rougher. Her moans fall apart. “You’re doing so well,” I say. “Taking my cock like it’s yours.”
“It is,” she says, voice cracked. “It’s yours. Use me.”
That breaks something in me. I hook her legs around my waist and fuck her deeper, driving into her in long, brutal strokes. She tightens around me. I can feel her getting close again.
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” she sobs.
“You better wait. I’ll tell you when.”
She bites her lip and her thighs shake. Her pussy clenches so hard around me I nearly lose it. My control’s slipping. I’ve never cared about a woman’s pleasure this much. Never wanted to hear someone unravel under me like this. Never needed it. She’s changed something I didn’t know could change.
I shift my angle, grinding my hips into her clit on every thrust. She writhes beneath me, eyes wide, lips parted.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Sir,” she cries. “Please let me come. I need it. I can’t hold it.”
“Yes, you can,” I snarl. “Hold it for me.”
“I—please—”
I drive into her so deep her breath catches. She clamps down again. “Now,” I whisper. “Now, baby. Let go.”
She breaks. Her whole body convulses, pussy pulsing around my cock so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. She screams my name and sobs with it.
And I don’t stop. I keep moving, keep fucking her through it, watching her completely lose herself under me.
And I think—fuck, I might never let her go.
As her orgasm subsides, I pull out slowly, and she gasps at the drag, the emptiness, the denial of being full. I go to untie her, but she surprises me.
“Don’t,” she whispers. “Let me.”
I raise an eyebrow, but I lean back on the pillows, watching as she slides her wrists free, fingers shaky but determined. She moves down, takes the tie, and tosses it aside. Her eyes are still heavy from the orgasm, but there’s a spark in them now. Something alive. Something hungry.
She climbs into my lap, straddling me slow, hips settling right over my cock. I’m still hard as hell and leaking against my stomach.
“Lila.”
“I want to ride you,” she murmurs, her voice husky.
Jesus Christ.
I grip her waist. “You think you can handle that much power?”
She leans down, mouths along my jaw, her breath hot. “I just did.”
Cocky. Brave. Dirty. She knows exactly what she’s doing now.
“Take it, then.”
She rises, reaches between us, and lines me up. My breath tightens when the head pushes inside her again, still hot and slick and tight as fuck. She sinks down slow, moaning as she takes every inch. Her nails dig into my chest.
Her pace starts lazy. She grinds on me like she wants to feel every ridge, every drag. Her tits bounce. Her head falls back. Her hair’s a mess.
I let her fuck me like I belong to her. Because in this moment, I do. “Look at you,” I mutter. “Riding me like you’ve done this a thousand times.”
She moans, and I begin circling her clit with my thumb. “You’re so wet for me. You like being on top?”
She nods, speeding up. Her ass slaps down against my thighs, and the sound makes me groan.
“You’re making a mess, baby.”
“I want to,” she pants. “I want to come on your cock again. Over and over.”
“Greedy girl.” I grip her hips and let her move. She’s working me like she means it. Grinding, bouncing, circling her hips. Her nails claw down my chest and I feel myself getting close.
Then she stops and slides off me and drops to her knees between my legs. “What the hell are you—”
She grabs the base of my cock and sucks the head into her mouth, fast and deep.
My head slams back against the pillows. “Fuck.”
Her mouth is hot. She drags her tongue under the shaft, one hand at the base while the other cups my balls. She moans around me, and I lose it for a second, hips jerking. She doesn’t flinch. She welcomes it.
“Jesus, Lila,” I growl. “You’re going to make me come.”
She pulls off with a pop. “Not yet. You don’t get to finish without fucking me again.”
Then she’s back on top of me, guiding me inside her with slick fingers and a filthy smile.
But I’ve had enough. I grab her wrists mid-thrust, flip her onto her back before she can blink, and slam into her hard.
She gasps. I don’t let her speak. I pound into her like I’m proving something. “You think you run this show?” I hiss, driving into her again. “You think you get to tease me, suck me, ride me, and not pay for it?”
She’s moaning too loud to answer.
“Answer me.”
“No, Sir,” she whimpers.
“Who owns this pussy?”
“You do.”
I fuck her harder.
Her fingers dig into my back. She’s so tight I’m losing control.
“Hands above your head,” I bark.
She obeys.
I trap her wrists in one hand and grab her thigh with the other, hiking her leg up to my shoulder. She screams. I go deeper. “You going to come again?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You better wait.”
“I—fuck—please—”
Her eyes roll back. I feel her body begging to come again. But not yet.
I slow the pace. Draw it out. “Next time you want to take control,” I growl into her ear, “you ask. You earn it. You understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
And now she’s perfect again.
She’s shaking under me again, breath coming apart, eyes glossy and unfocused. I can feel how close she is. I can feel how close I am. My cock is thick and aching, buried deep in her, every thrust dragging a sound out of her that hits straight in my chest.
I slow my pace on purpose. Her body protests immediately. She whimpers, hips lifting, trying to meet me. I don’t let her.
“Stay,” I say, voice low and firm.
She stills. Barely. Trembling, but listening.
God. That gets me every time. The way she listens. The way she trusts me with this. I lean down, press my forehead to hers, keep moving in slow strokes that make her whine. “You’ve been so good for me tonight,” I murmur. “So open. So fucking brave.”
Her nails dig into the sheets. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” I thrust deep and hold there. “You can take it. You’re stronger than you think.”
Her walls clamp around me hard, and I hiss through my teeth. All these years. All this experience. And then her.
It pisses me off how much I want her.
I pick up the pace again, harder now. She cries out, head tipping back, throat exposed. I take it. Kiss it. Bite it lightly. “You like when I fuck you like this,” I say.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, sir.”
That word ignites a wave of possessiveness in me. I grab her wrists again, pin them to the mattress above her head. “Say it again.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
I fuck her harder. The bed creaks under us and her breath turns frantic. Her body’s slick with sweat. I can feel how close she is, how her cunt tightens with every thrust. “You’re going to come for me,” I tell her. “Right now. And you’re going to stay with me while you do.”
She nods desperately. “Please. Please let me.”
I change the angle just enough. Her body reacts instantly. She cries out, loud and broken, and that’s it.
Her orgasm hits her hard. Her whole body seizes. Her cunt clamps around me in waves that steal my breath. She screams my name like she’s drowning in it.
I lose my control.
“Fuck,” I growl, burying myself to the hilt. “That’s it. Take it.”
I stay deep while she comes apart, keep her right there, feel every pulse, every shudder.
It drags me over the edge fast. I come with a groan I don’t bother to hold back, hips jerking as I spill into the condom, heat flooding through me, my grip on her wrists tightening as I ride it out.
My forehead drops to her shoulder. I breathe her in.
Jesus Christ.
When it finally ebbs, I stay where I am, cock still buried in her, chest rising and falling hard. She’s limp beneath me, breathing in short, stunned gasps.
I lift my head slowly, looking down at her. Her hair’s a mess, lips are swollen, and her eyes are dark and soft. A rush passes through my chest. I slide one hand free and cup her cheek, thumb brushing along her jaw.
“You still with me?” I ask quietly.
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
I pull out slowly, watching her body react to the loss. I remove the condom, toss it aside, then settle back between her thighs, not touching her yet. I’ve never paused like this before. Never needed to.
But with her, I do.
“You surprised me tonight,” I say, voice rough. “I don’t get surprised.”
She swallows. “Is that bad?”
“No.” I shake my head once. “It’s dangerous.”
She watches me, unsure, open, still giving me everything even now.
I lean down and kiss her slowly. “We’re not done,” I tell her against her mouth. “But I’m going to take care of you next.”
She’s not speaking—she’s still coming down. Her lashes flutter, her chest rising and falling fast, her limbs loose from exhaustion and pleasure. Her thighs are marked with red from where I held her. Her mouth’s parted, lips swollen from all the ways she used them.
She’s beautiful like this, bare and breathless. I reach for the towel draped at the foot of the bed. I clean her gently, careful not to press too hard, watching her eyes the whole time. She watches me right back. That gets me more than anything else.
“You’re still with me,” I murmur.
She nods, soft. “I didn’t want to be anywhere else.”
I toss the towel aside, crawl back up and settle beside her. I pull her onto my chest. Her head tucks under my jaw like it was always meant to fit there. My arms come around her, one hand stroking down her spine, slow and steady. Her skin’s damp and warm. Her heartbeat’s still racing.
She fits here too easily. I slide my fingers into her hair. She exhales into my throat. My grip tightens.
“You did well tonight.”
She smiles against my skin. “That was a lot.”
I tilt her chin up and make her look at me. “You gave me everything I asked for.”
“I wanted to.”
“You don’t know what that does to me, Lila.”
Her eyes soften. “Tell me.”
I don’t. Instead, I brush my thumb along her cheek and kiss her. She sighs into it. I pull back, lips brushing hers. “I take care of what’s mine.”
She shivers. “Am I?”
My jaw flexes, but I don’t answer. She nestles into my chest again, and I let her. I keep stroking her back, her hip, the dip of her waist. I memorize the way she breathes. I catalog the sound she makes when I run my palm down the curve of her thigh. I watch the tension leave her body in stages.
I hold her. She’s not used to this. I can tell. She’s waiting for me to pull away, to roll over and shut it off. She doesn’t know yet that I don’t walk away once I’ve taken something apart like that. I put my hand over her heart to find it’s still pounding.
She whispers, “Do you always do this?”
“No.”
“What’s different?”
Without answering, I let her trace my chest with her fingertips, let her legs tangle with mine, let her take the silence without filling it.
And when her breathing starts to slow, when she starts to melt into the mattress, I wrap my arm tighter around her and say it.
“This is just the beginning, Lila. I’m not easily satisfied. ”