Ethan Whitmore #2
“EJ… we’ve been rocking for a minute, and now you’re cutting me off. Like, is this shit permanent or only while she’s in the picture?”
“Both, baby. Because who said I wasn’t in the picture permanently?” Ava spoke up.
“Nobody’s fuckin’ talkin’ to you!”
“Well, bitch, I’m talking to you!” Ava bucked up.
“Amore, calm down,” I told her. “You need to bounce.” I directed my attention to Carla.
“Maitre…” she whined.
Not bothering to say anything else to Carla, I closed my door and left her ass standing on the porch, looking crazy.
When I turned around, Ava had already disappeared from behind me and gone back to the kitchen.
I didn’t give a damn about the food she ordered.
We needed to have a little conversation.
“You know that shit just turned me on, right?” I walked up behind her and slapped her ass. I loved to watch her ass jiggle.
“Are you still fuckin her?” she questioned dryly. “I mean, if you haven’t been fuckin’ her lately, is that door still open? That’s what I want to know.” She folded her arms.
“Are you really trying to do this right now?” My face twisted.
“I’m just asking a simple question, Ethan. It’s either yes or no.”
“Nah,” I responded.
“Hmm.” Her finger drummed against the countertop.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You don’t believe me?”
She didn’t bother to respond right away.
“You don’t believe me?” I repeated myself.
“Honestly? No, I don’t. And it’s not even just her in question.
Both Carla and Zenobia are giving me a vibe that you’re still sexually involved with both of them.
I’ve been trying to ignore Zenobia, but the way she interacts with you in person lets me know you’re doing more than just co-parenting.
But who am I to complain about that?” She chuckled.
“I’m only here for a good time, not a long time.
Plus, I meant what I said about sharing dick. ”
That statement made me chuckle because who the hell was she talking to? The beast in me wasn’t feeling that shit. It was disrespectful.
“You’re with me for a good time and not a long time?” I repeated with a chuckle. “Is that right?”
“I don’t have time for the drama, Ethan. I have my own shit I’m dealing with and you know that. I don’t need to add anything else to my plate. So, yeah, that’s right. You act like you don’t have your own shit going on outside of me.”
“I don’t.” I glanced at her with a frown.
“Yeah, okay.” She chuckled. “You have bitches poppin’ up at your house at random times. It’s definitely obvious that Zenobia still wants to be with you. Even a blind man can see that bullshit.”
Her attitude was evident, and her sassy ass mouth had me looking at her through squinted eyes.
“Nobody is randomly poppin’ up over here. But let's go ahead and address the issue. Let's take Carla out of the picture because she’s just a piece of pussy that holds no value to me. But you’re either intimidated, or you’re jealous of Zenobia. Which one is it?”
“Fuck you! Are you crazy?” she hissed. “I’ll never be intimidated or jealous of no bitch because of any nigga walking this Earth.
I’d rather be completely single before I allow that to happen.
You got me fucked up, Ethan. I’ll end all this shit before I let you think some shit like that. ” She gave me a salty look.
“Word?” I faked a smile.
“Yeah, word,” she said, sarcastically before pushing past me.
I caught her arm and pushed her against the counter.
“Who you talking to, Amore?”
“We’re the only two standing here. I’m not talking to myself,” she sassed.
She was giving me too much attitude, and I knew exactly how to shut all that shit down. I didn’t bother to say anything else to her as I snatched her by the elbow. We headed straight down the breezeway to the play house.
“Ethan—”
“Stop talking.” I demanded.
I felt her resist a little bit as I pulled her inside and placed her right in front of my fuck bench.
“Take your clothes off and get your ass up there.”
“I’m not getting up there.” She refused.
“No?” I tilted my head.
“You can’t punish me for speaking on how I feel.” She pouted.
“That’s what you call yourself doing? Because all that shit could’ve been said, minus the attitude you were giving me. I told you, Amore, you wanna behave like a big girl, then you take what comes along with it. You watch how you talk to me. Now, get yo’ ass up here,” I demanded.
“But, E—”
“Shh!” I held my hand up. “I don’t want to hear it. You have a nasty ass attitude right now, and I’m not feeling that it. All I hear you doing is accusing me of shit and doubting the relationship we’re supposed to be building.” I towered over her.
“It’s obvious your judgment is a little cloudy. So, I’m just gonna help clear that shit up because you seem to have forgotten your place. Now, get your ass on the bench. Don’t make me say it again.”
Slowly, she started stripping out of her clothes. Once she was fully naked, she got on the bench in the correct position, then I strapped her down.
“So you’re here for a fun time and not a long time, huh?” I fastened a collar around her neck.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Nah, you meant that shit. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have said it.” I tugged the leash to make sure it was secured.
“Do you wanna know how that makes me feel?” I rubbed her ass.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
After I dropped my shorts, I positioned myself behind her and slapped both of her ass cheeks.
Now wasn’t the time for slow grinding and gentle strokes.
She was about to get the same treatment I delivered the first time I punished her.
Almost. I eased my way inside as I wrapped the leash around my hand with a slight pull.
“I’m not gonna lie, you just hurt my feelings, Amore. I thought we were locked in. Now, you talkin crazy and saying other shit.” I slapped her ass.
She couldn’t respond back because I was beating her pussy up and choking her ass out with the collar wrapped around her neck. All she could do was moan and take it.
“You feel me deep in your stomach?” I questioned as I pumped in and out.
I was balls deep, pounding her shit.
“Yessss!” she cried when I eased up on my pull.
“Right there is the only place I wanna be.” I slapped her ass again. “You’re worried about the wrong shit, Amore. You wanna know something?”
“What?” she panted.
“I just told Zenobia not too long ago that I was falling for you.” I whispered in her ear as I felt my nut rising. “You told me you loved me and what I say?” I tugged the leash.
She didn’t respond.
“Tell me what the fuck I said, Amore.”
“You love me too.” She choked out with a moan.
“Mhmm, I meant that shit. So, don’t question me about anything or anybody else. Do you understand me? This is your dick, right? Ain’t that what you told the other bitch?”
“Yesss!”
“Say that shit again.” I smacked both ass cheeks.
“This is my dick!” She shouted.
“Yeah, baby. It’s all yours, Amore. You got me. When I say we're locked in, I mean that shit. All you need to do is trust the process.”
Her juices were dripping as I pounded away every ounce of attitude in her body. I ran a strict program around this muthafucka. It was only a matter of time before she realized it and fell in line.