Chapter 34 Your Beck And Call #2
“Here is the deal,” she said. “Money buys a lot of things, but it can’t give you miracles.
I don’t care what anyone says. If I were married and my husband could have kids and I couldn’t, I’d be on board with finding a surrogate and using his sperm if we could afford it.
I’d like to think my husband would feel the same way if the roles were reversed, or we just accepted what fate was going to hand us. ”
“It feels good to be with a woman who shares my thoughts and values,” he said. “What you said.”
She pushed the plate in front of her. She was stuffed. Her two slices of French toast gone along with the slice of frittata. “How about if I say something else?”
He grinned and slid his plate in front of him also. “Say whatever you want.”
“I need to work this off. I don’t want to clean up this mess yet either.”
“It can wait,” he said, putting his hand out.
She dipped her head. “Can I do what I want?”
He lifted her chin. “You can always do whatever you want.”
“You gave me this special morning and I want you to have something fun too. I know I’m a little dull in the bedroom.”
He laughed and picked her up to put her on his shoulder, then slapped her ass. “You are absolutely not dull.”
She giggled. “Vanilla then.”
“I like vanilla,” he said. “One of my favorite flavors.”
He carried her to the room they’d stayed in last time. “Do you have a headboard in the house with slats on it?”
He turned quickly. “My old bed does. What do you have in mind?”
“I just thought we could hold on to it. Each of us at some point. Maybe a little blindfold. Or a shirt over our eyes.”
He moved quicker, dropped her on the bed and left her there alone, then returned with a bandana and long-sleeved shirt.
“I’ll go first.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, laughter spilling out as he pushed his shorts down.
She followed, drawn to the sound of him. That easy, carefree laugh that always seemed to wrap around her heart.
That was the thing about Ethan.
Everything with him felt lighter.
Even the moments that should have been serious somehow became soft, safe, and full of warmth.
When he opened up, it was like the world around her did too.
And when he helped her open up… it felt like falling in love all over again.
Which was why it was so easy for her to let her walls down and give up to him in the bedroom.
She had one hundred percent trust he would not only give her the ultimate pleasure, but keep her safe and secure at the same time.
He climbed on the bed, his body ready in more than one place.
Her eyes landed on his stiff dick, the condom he’d tossed on the bed once he was naked, his hands reaching over his head to grasp the headboard.
“Can I use the sleeves of that shirt to kind of tie your hands there or would you rather not?”
“Oh, I was hoping you’d do it,” he said.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, her hands a little unsteady as she grabbed the shirt, then tied it around his wrists and the headboard.
Not so tight that he couldn’t remove himself, but she knew he wouldn’t.
She picked up the bandana and put it over his eyes and tucked it behind his head.
There was a feeling of power knowing she had Ethan Bond where she wanted him.
It felt as strong as the first night they’d been together. Where she felt she could be someone else completely.
But this time she didn’t want to be someone else.
She wanted to be her, only on steroids.
There was no reason to prove herself to him.
She could be a stronger more confident version of herself. One he’d seen before and she wanted him to know it was still there.
That sometimes it needed a little coaxing to come out.
She climbed on the bed, straddled his hips, leaned up on her hands, her mouth just a whisper above his.
“I’m on birth control.” Her tongue licked the corner of his mouth. “It’s your choice. I can use the condom, but I’ve been getting a shot for over a year.”
“I’d like that,” he said. “I haven’t been with anyone in years without one. I’m all good if you are.”
She smiled against his mouth. He’d take that as her opening up more. Of giving a bit more of herself. “I’ve never been without one. This was more for regulation, but now it’s coming in handy.”
He lifted his head to push his mouth to hers, his tongue coming out and showing her how much he was thrilled with that news.
They kissed for endless seconds. Minutes even. She slid her body some and opened her legs wide. His stiff dick was between her wet lips just getting a feel for what was to come.
The more she was worked up, the more he was jerking his hips to get her to do something else.
She wasn’t ready just yet though. Not when this was supposed to be about fun.
She got off of him, moved to the side, her hand grasping him to stroke up and down. “You just want to tease me, don’t you?”
“That’s the point. You can’t see what I’m doing. Unless you don’t think you’re strong enough to wait for it.”
“I’ve got all day,” he said. He was still grinning. He was trying to be relaxed, but she knew he wasn’t.
His body was taut with anticipation, every muscle coiled as if holding back a storm.
His knuckles turned white where he gripped the bars, the effort to stay still written all over him.
She could feel the tension radiating from him, a mix of want and restraint, and it sent a shiver through her because underneath it all, she knew it wasn’t just desire.
It was trust.
It was care.
It was the silent language they were learning together one second at a time.
She dipped her head down, her tongue coming out to trace the dew around his tip, him all but shoving his dick in her mouth.
She laughed. She knew he wasn’t being forceful, just wanting more. Enjoying the game they were playing and letting his body go with what it felt.
“You need to have some patience,” she whispered, then blew some air against his silky skin.
“I usually have a lot, but not in a situation like this.”
She smiled and licked the length of him this time. Up and down each side, all around, pulling the tip into her mouth.
He was expressing his pleasure more than normal and as much as she loved this power she had over him, she didn’t want him to finish this way.
She slid off the bed, her gaze tracing every inch of him.
The way his biceps flexed and released, the subtle tremor betraying his control.
The sculpted lines of his chest and abs rising and falling with each shallow breath.
Even his legs were tense despite his effort to appear calm and it only spoke of how much he wanted her.
Her pulse skipped, warmth flooding through her, knowing she had him.
It was as if he was sensing the movements of her eyes raking over every part of his body.
Parts she’d touched, tasted, enjoyed playing with.
But there was only one she wanted now.
The one that would make them whole in a way she’d never been with any other man in her past.
She moved back to the bed, climbed on, straddled him, lined up and sank down hard and fast.
The groan escaped her lips the same time as his. That feeling of skin to skin in the most sensitive parts of her body.
She lifted and dropped back again.
His hips met hers each time she did it.
But she needed more. A touch, a caress. Something he couldn’t do with his hands bound.
She put one hand on her breast. “I’m pinching my nipple because you can’t.”
“Fuck,” he snarled out, his shoulder moving as if he was fighting the urge to get the cloth off his eyes. “I want to see it. Just let me watch. I won’t touch.”
Why not? There were no set rules to bedtime play. She leaned forward and removed the covering from his eyes, her hands still sliding around her breast, her fingers going to work and flicking at her puckered nipple.
His eyes were fastened on as if he were a rattlesnake ready to come out and bite her hard.
She was still moving on him, still riding his body and working herself up, but it wasn’t enough.
Her other hand slid between her legs, found her bud, swirled her thumb around while she sat down sending him deeper yet.
The heat in his gaze gave her the courage to experience everything she’d always wanted to in the past.
“Work yourself over hard,” he said, his voice raspy. “That’s how you like it. Press down and rotate.”
Her eyes were shut this time, just feeling what her body desperately craved.
He might be physically bound, but verbally, he was controlling her like he always did.
So effortless on her part to give herself to him.
What should be scary was actually relief.
That she could let go so openly. So freely with anyone.
And the harder she worked herself under his words, the more his hips were lifting into her until she was grinding down, them moving in sync.
Her head went back, her mouth opened and she shouted out his name as everything pulsing in her body gathered steam and broke free between her legs.
Ethan was slamming up into her, coming at the same time and letting her know he was right there with her.
She collapsed on his chest and didn’t even realize his arms were around her holding her tight.