Chapter 9 #3
He traces the shell of my ear with his tongue, voice dropping to a sinful murmur. “I remember how you begged to suck my cock. I remember how you choked on it, but wouldn’t give up. You were so desperate to please me. Will you suck it now? Will you wrap my cock in your pretty, hot mouth?”
A groan tears from my throat as his filthy words paint vivid pictures in my mind, making me want to press my thighs together.
I’d forced myself to forget that night, but he’s deliberately reminding me of every depraved thing we’d done together.
Ethan was experienced and when he had me at his mercy, he taught me things I didn’t know were possible.
There had been nothing sweet about that night.
He had been rough and out of control, and I had enjoyed it more than I realized.
He was a dominant lover, and my purpose was to please him. And when I did, he rewarded me.
My eyes snap open as a sliver of sanity returns.
This is such a terrible idea. I shouldn’t?—
But his mouth latches onto my breast, sucking the painfully tight peak between his lips, and coherent thought evaporates as my fingers tangle in his thick hair.
When he scrapes his teeth along the sensitive flesh, I cry out before immediately clamping a hand over my mouth.
However, he pulls my hand away, his voice a throaty growl as he looks up at me, detaching his mouth from my breast. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear how unaffected you are by my touch.”
He pulls my hand away, his voice a throaty growl as he looks up at me. “I want to hear every sound you make. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear just how unaffected you claim to be.”
The mocking edge to his words is laced with barely controlled anger .
His other hand continues its torturous circles against my clit, sending lightning bolts of sensation through my trembling body. He’s drawing me closer and closer to the edge, and I can feel myself unraveling under his skilled touch. My body writhes against him, completely beyond my control.
Ethan straightens to his full height, watching my face intently as his free hand grips my jaw. With deliberate slowness, he moves his finger from my clit to my entrance, sliding one long digit deep inside without warning.
My eyes flutter closed as he begins moving it in maddening circles.
“Can you feel how wet you are for me, Natalie?” His voice is pure temptation whispered against my ear. “I’ve not done anything yet, and you’re dripping into my hand. How about a taste?”
My eyes fly open as he pulls out the finger and brings it up to his lips. I watch him lick the finger before holding it out for me. My mouth parts, and he makes me taste my own juices.
“Good girl,” he growls in satisfaction when I begin sucking on the finger.
My pussy clenches at the praise.
Suddenly I want something else entirely in my mouth. My gaze drops to his pants, and for a moment time seems to collapse. I’m back in that hotel room, drowning in the same helpless desire, a wanton helplessness, the need to please him, to let myself go under his control.
I want to drop to my knees right here. I want to worship him the way he taught me.
A husky chuckle reaches me, and when I look at him, Ethan’s eyes are darkly amused. “You’re so easy to read. So fucking easy.”
He yanks out his finger and kisses me with bruising force.
“Not this time.” Before I can protest, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me toward the bedroom. I’m deposited onto the mattress without ceremony, and then he’s tugging off my jeans with efficient movements. My underwear follows immediately after.
He remains fully clothed as he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. My legs end up draped over his broad shoulders, and then I feel the heat of his breath against my pussy.
“Ethan!” I cry out in shock when his tongue penetrates me without warning. As he begins thrusting in and out with relentless precision, my fingers claw desperately at the silk sheets. “What are you?—”
The words die in my throat as my back arches when he moves his mouth to my clit and sucks on it hard.
I shatter.
Even as the waves crash over me, he slides two fingers into my slick heat, working them inside me and hitting spots that make me gasp and writhe. Nothing exists except this white-hot pleasure consuming every nerve ending.
He adds one more finger. The stretch burns, but in a good way. When he adds a fourth, it’s uncomfortable, but I don’t hate it. He’s got four fingers in me as he pushes me to another orgasm. My lips are parted, my eyes unfocused.
This is—I was so wrong. I should never have started this.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs. “How are you going to take my cock? How should I fuck you?”
How am I supposed to answer when he’s pounding me with nearly his entire hand? How am I supposed to think?
A sharp smack lands on my ass, making me jerk. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t know,” I wail as another orgasm builds relentlessly.
He makes a disapproving sound. “Perhaps I can help you decide.”
His fingers withdraw completely, leaving me empty and aching. “No! What are you?— ”
“Turn around. Get on your knees,” he commands, untangling my legs from his shoulders.
It’s a sharp order that I rush to obey without question. Right now I’d do anything he asked. My entire body is on fire with need. I hear the rustle of expensive fabric, and then he’s positioning himself behind me, the blunt head of his arousal pressing against my entrance.
“Please!” I almost sob, desperate for relief, for something to fill the aching emptiness inside me. When he doesn’t move immediately, I break completely. “Ethan, please!”
His hands settle on my waist with possessive heat. “You’re so pretty when you beg, Natalie.” He presses a reverent kiss to the base of my spine before driving into me with one powerful thrust.
My body jolts forward, and I brace myself on my forearms as he fills me completely. The sensation is overwhelming—I feel stretched and claimed and utterly possessed. Then he begins to move, lighting up every sensitive nerve with each deliberate stroke.
“Ethan,” I gasp mindlessly.
He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher. I can’t keep up with his rhythm, each movement wringing desperate cries from my throat. I’m too far gone to care about dignity or restraint.
His hands fist in my braids, yanking my head back and forcing my spine to arch. The new angle has him hitting a spot deep inside that makes my vision blur white.
It’s too much. I can’t?—
My release tears through me with devastating force, and I hear his answering groan as my body clenches around him.
Two more hard thrusts, and he follows me over the edge.
Completely spent, I collapse face-first onto the rumpled sheets, my body still trembling with aftershocks. Ethan settles beside me, gathering my boneless form against his chest. Somehow he’s managed to keep his shirt on, though it’s now completely unbuttoned.
When did he even remove his other clothes? My thoughts are too scattered to piece together the timeline.
Sleep beckons invitingly. I’ve never felt this deliciously exhausted, my body aching in all the right ways. All I want is to drift off like this, avoiding reality and the inevitable consequences of what just happened.
Ethan’s lips brush tenderly against my temple before he winds one of my braids around his hand like a silken rope. “So what happens now? Are you planning to run away again?”
“Too tired to talk,” I mumble against the sheets, keeping my eyes firmly closed. “That was... nice. Now let me sleep.”
“Sleep?” His voice holds unmistakable delight. “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
My eyes snap open in alarm. “What?”
With gentle but inexorable strength, he turns me over until I’m sprawled across his chest, skin to skin.
“I’ve waited five long years to have you in my bed again. I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
“I’m not?—”
His kiss is gentler this time but no less consuming, pulling me back down into the sweet madness.
As I feel myself surrendering once again, I realize with growing dread that I’ve opened Pandora’s box.
And there’s absolutely no way to close it now.