Chapter 51 Aurora
Aurora
“You did this all for me?” I run my hand across the luxurious fabrics—silks, cottons, embroidery, cashmere, wool, and my favorite: pink tulle. “Where did you even find these?”
The studio is bathed in natural light from the panoramic windows.
A large workstation sits in the center, left over from the original factory and stretching nearly the length of the room.
Mannequins of various sizes—including one with a baby bump—take up a corner.
Vintage gold floor mirrors are arranged along one wall, an adjustable drafting table and a professional sewing machine on the opposite side.
It’s everything I ever wanted and more. I can picture myself in here making all sorts of dresses. What I’ll do with them, I have no idea.
Ethan’s proud smile grows wider, revealing those irresistible dimples. “Rocco’s tailor hooked us up with a fabric supplier.”
“This is incredible. Thank you.” I glance around once more, taking it all in. “I don’t even know—”
Before I can finish, he steps closer. His large hands grip my hips and, in one fluid motion, he lifts me and sets me on the edge of the workstation.
He settles between my legs, his palms braced on either side of me, caging me in. “I’d do anything for you.” His eyes lock with mine. “Anything.”
The heat of his body radiates against my thighs, and the intensity of the moment hangs heavy in the air.
He clears his throat. “The last time we were in New York, I got ahead of myself and made you promises I wasn’t ready to keep.” A flush creeps up his neck onto his cheeks. “This is me proving I’ve changed, proving I’m prepared to handle whatever comes at us.”
My eyes well up—damn pregnancy hormones—and I cup his face in my hands. “I never doubted you.”
“Shh. I’m not finished.” He places a soft kiss on my lips. “You have your studio, your bodyguard, and all my love and attention. I’ll move Gram here, keep Jax healthy and happy, and ensure our family is safe. That’s my vow to you.”
“It’s more than I ever dreamed of.” I trace the trimmed beard along his jawline and return his kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you.” His hand moves to my belly, caressing our baby. “Thank you for putting up with my moods and temper.”
I offer him a gentle smile. “I’ve seen worse.”
His brows pinch slightly. “I know you have, but I don’t want that to be us.”
I glide my fingers up the back of his neck into his thick hair. “What do you want, Blackwood?”
This is Ethan. Everything is a power dynamic. If he’s making promises, he expects something in exchange, and I know precisely what it is. He wants me locked in this loft.
“Your submission.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck. “Complete and total. In and out of the bedroom.”
Despite knowing where this was leading, my pulse still races, and my words come out breathless. “You already have that.”
“Do I?” he asks between kisses along my throat. “Did I give you permission to contact Bennett? Did you even run it by me? What about when Lucas went missing? How long did you wait before calling me? What about your plans with Emily?”
“You haven’t let that go?” I shift on the workstation, my body responding to his proximity and touch. “You were busy with Jax, which I’m grateful for. Did you do all this for my submission?”
“No.” His thumb brushes across my bottom lip. “I did this to keep you safe. Jackson too. I have you both right where I want you.”
I don’t disagree, but I at least have to give him some sass. “Will Jax be locked in this loft?”
“Jax is locked into a contract with my team, which I own. Everywhere he goes will be under my control. Do you dislike this loft?”
“No.” I shake my head, my brows furrowed. “I love it.”
“Okay then. If there’s anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”
He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and my lips automatically close around it.
“Now, no more talking.”
His voice deepens to that dominating tone, setting off butterflies in my stomach.
“Rule one.” His free hand slides up my thigh and under the hem of my sleep shorts. “You don’t make decisions affecting your safety without consulting me. I don’t care if I’m busy. I don’t care if the arena is on fire. If something happens, I wanna be the first to find out.”
Happily willing to play his game, I draw my tongue over the pad of his thumb and nod.
“Rule two.” He traces the edge of my panties. “I need to know your whereabouts at all times. You don’t leave this loft without my knowledge, not even to go downstairs. Understood?”
I agree, but I can’t help but wonder what he’ll do if I disobey. Give me another spanking? Torture me with rough sex?
“Rule three.” He slips under the gusset of my lace thong, teases my slit, and slides two fingers inside me. “You don’t go anywhere unless Reece and the twins are with you.”
I whimper my answer and rock my hips. He curls his fingers, hitting that perfect spot, and circles my clit with his thumb. My thighs twitch as heat pools low in my belly, and I feel myself grow wetter.
“Rule four. You forget about the case and LA. You focus on caring for yourself and the baby. You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine. If you and my son aren’t spoiled, I’m doing something wrong.”
He quickens his pace. The sound of him working my sex is obscene. I must be soaking his hand, but in this moment, I can’t muster an ounce of embarrassment. Pleasure overrides all else. I flex my hips and bite down on his thumb.
“One more rule, and then you can come.” His heated gaze burns into mine. “At first, I’ll be at the arena a lot. When I need you, you drop everything to see me, and when you need me, I’ll do the same. When possible, you travel with me. Understood?”
I nod. I’d do it anyway.
“Good girl.” He withdraws his fingers and his thumb. “Lie back for me.”
I don’t hesitate, wanting nothing more than his reward. He grabs the waistband of my shorts and underwear and tears them off. The cool air hits my bare, slick core, and I shiver.
He leans forward and kisses my inner knee. “Wider. Let me see what’s mine.”
I part my legs, my heels on the edge of the surface.
He pushes two fingers inside me, watching as he slides them in and out. “I’m so tempted to fuck you, but I want to taste this pretty pussy. It’s been too long.”
He grips my thighs, spreads me open, and devours me, sucking and licking. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, and my hips buck. His beard scratches my sensitive skin, adding another layer of friction, and I thread my fingers through his hair to hold him in place.
“Ethan.” My moan echoes off the studio walls. “Please. I’m so close.”
He glances up, lips glistening, his gray eyes dark with desire. “Quiet. I don’t want to share you right now. If Jax hears that siren call, he’ll be kicking the door in.”
He dips his head and sucks my clit between his teeth, and my back arches.
He curls his fingers, and stars explode behind my eyelids.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stifle my cries.
My body tenses, waves of pleasure crashing through me.
I gasp for air, the climax ripping through me with such force, my shoulders rack with shudders.
He doesn’t let up. He sucks and licks and fingerfucks me, prolonging my orgasm until I’m boneless and begging him to stop.
“That’s my good girl.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”