by Mahi Mistry
“Use your words, Bella,” he reminded me, “Where are you?”
I breathed, “White.”
His exploring fingers stopped for a moment. A whimper tore out of me when he lifted my leg off the floor to plant it on the couch, baring me all to him. He let out a low groan, his fingers dipping inside me and slowly moving in and out. I didn’t hold back my moans anymore. My hands went from my hair to my aching breasts, his piercing eyes watching me as I watched his hand move back and forth. Curses flew out of my mouth as I begged him to touch me or let me touch him, but he was persistent in torturing me.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Tears welled in my eyes when his thumb played with my clitoris, his lips kissing my neck and trailing down to bite the soft flesh of my cleavage.
“Ethan, please,” I whimpered, my hips rising up to meet the slow, languid strokes of his fingers. “It’s not fair, you’re touching me, and I can’t touch you.”
He hummed throatily; the vibration reverberating through my body and making my toes curl. “You can touch me as much as you want when I tell you to. Not right now,” he pulled away, his eyes taking in my face, “I love seeing you desperate, your pussy clenching my fingers tightly to make you cum.”
“You’re being mean,” I said breathlessly and squeezed my eyes shut when the pad of his thumb rubbed against my swollen bud.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” his hand wrapped around my throat, his voice deeper and rougher.
My orgasm was so close, I was on the edge as I gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my mind hazy.
He stopped and looked at my hand holding his palm, which was wrapped around my throat. I shook my head, “Please, no, I am sorry.” I rambled and pulled my hand away, but Ethan had already pulled out his fingers, leaving me bare and horny for more.
He placed his ring finger on my bottom lip. The sharp scent of my feminine arousal wafted in my nose as he met my eyes.
“Suck.”
Looking at him, I took his finger in my mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at the taste, the way his eyes darkened making them look onyx. I swirled my tongue around the pad of his finger, licking it clean and pulling away. Ethan watched me as he licked his middle finger clean from my glistening juices, a low groan rumbling from his throat as he tasted me. I took a shuddering breath watching the erotic sight and wondered if he would mind if I rubbed one out in front of him.
I was just planning to slide my hand underneath the dress when Ethan stood up, lifting me up with him, my breasts pressing against his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscles.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Go to sleep. And don’t touch yourself.”
Before I could process what he had uttered, he kissed my temple and left me in the low light of the living room. I sighed when I heard the door close to his room and felt the painful throb in my core.
I woke up an hour later, gasping as I controlled my breathing, when I remembered my wet dream. A crazy wet dream. My body was thrumming with desire as I felt the familiar dampness in my underwear. I tried controlling my naughty mood and pressed my thighs together because my dirty mind had another idea. It was well past twelve. Ethan was probably asleep by now.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I opened the closet and pulled out a small bullet vibrator from my underwear drawer. It was small and easily fit in my palm, but its girth was thick, and it came with different powerful levels of sensations. I slid under the blanket and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. He is asleep, Kiara. Stop thinking too much. Before I could talk myself out of it, I removed my shorts and spread my legs.
I was wearing a nude-colored satin camisole. My hardened nipples pebbled through the top when I switched on the vibrator and turned it on to the lowest level.
The bedside lamp was on, giving a soft glow to the bed. Closing my eyes, I imagined Ethan standing over the edge of the bed and ordering me to use that toy on my soaking pussy. I was breathing hard when I lowered the vibrator to my hips, my stomach clenching at the powerful sensation on my skin. I slid it lower where I needed it the most.
“Oh, fuck,” I mewled, my toes curling in pleasure when I brushed the toy on my sensitive nub. The reverberating vibrations on my clitoris were so overwhelming that it made me edge to my orgasm within seconds.
My volume of moans increased with time. I turned the settings on the second level and my hips jerked up at the powerful vibrations. I groaned softly, fondling my tender breasts through the flimsy top. I pinched my hardened nipples, the soft sharp pains sending bolts of pleasure directly to my heated sex. My mind felt dizzy as it solely focused on the sensations my body was riding through.
I couldn’t control my whimpers and groans that escaped my lips when I felt the mind-shattering orgasm rolling through my body. I tried to stifle my loud moans in the pillow, but I knew I was loud.
I opened my half-lidded eyes and registered a soft click followed by a knock before I heard Ethan’s husky voice rumbling through the door.
“Hey, Kiara, are you alright? I heard you groan.” Sincere worry laced his voice while I bit my lips.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the bullet vibrator brushed over my sensitive clitoris on level three. A loud and very clear guttural moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes shut when I felt how achingly good it felt.
“Ohmygod,” I blurted out breathily when I felt my orgasm crushing through my body, mind, and soul. I wrenched the sheets underneath me and pulled away from the vibrator, my legs trembling and my hips rocking me through the earth-shattering orgasm. I tried to keep down my moans by biting my lower lip, but even then, I couldn’t control my breathy hums.
“Kiara? You don’t sound well. I am coming in,” Ethan said, still worried as he stepped inside the room and looked at me.
I was too busy checking him out through my post-orgasmic mind and watched the hard contours of his abs and the way his biceps bulged ever so slightly when he closed the door with a small click. He was shirtless and his hair was damp. He must have taken a shower.
Now I was thinking about him showering naked.
His forehead creased a little as he frowned at me, “Are you sick?”
Before I could tell him that I was fine and he should go back to sleep, his eyes fell on the bullet vibrator that was still on the floor. I clenched my legs to hold off the moans because I was wet all over again.
Ethan picked it up and his frown deepened before he snapped his eyes at me. “Are you . . .” he trailed off, and I desperately tried to act as if I hadn’t just orgasmed.
I licked my lips when his darkened unmatched eyes roved over my face, chest, and my shivering legs which were hiding underneath the blankets.
“May I?” Ethan asked, standing at the edge of the bed.
The scent of my musky arousal tinged in the air made my head dizzy.
I don’t know what was running in my orgasm phased mind as I nodded, allowing him to remove the blanket. A small gasp escaped my lips when he yanked the blanket off of me and cursed softly when his eyes dropped between my thighs. His gaze was nothing but predatory as I wondered if I should close my legs and back away a little.
“You are such a naughty girl, Kiara. Can I touch you?” he asked, licking his lips and gazing at my aching breasts which were pouting in the air through the camisole and to my face.
I breathed, “Yes, please.”
He brushed his thumb on his bottom lip, his eyes never leaving my face. “What do you want, Bella? Soft or rough?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered, “I need both.”
His eyes swirled with hunger as they turned feral at my answer. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap when he sat down.
My lips curled at the side as I whispered, “Yes, Daddy,” and crawled onto his lap.
Ethan glared at me and wrapped his hand around my throat. I smiled at him, my hands cupping his cheek. “You are trouble, Kiara Sharma,�
� he whispered, his eyes softening as he gently kissed me. “Don’t call me that again,” he warned, pulling me into a toe-curling kiss.
I savored his lips, his mouth when our lips parted and our tongues collided in sweet unison. I tasted the hint of the mint of his toothpaste and feathered his thick hair in my fingers. He bit my lip and peppered kisses down my throat, his hands sliding underneath the thin camisole and cupping my breasts. I squirmed in his lap, rocking my hips back and forth on the tent in his sweatpants.
Ethan removed the satin top and took my hardened nipple in his hot mouth, licking it and biting it slowly, teasingly while his hand pinched my nipple. I gasped at the sweet pleasure and dug my fingers on his shoulders.
As much as I wanted him to have raw sex with me and make me pregnant, I was also enjoying foreplay.
“Do you like being spanked, Bella?” he crooned, his hot whisper tickling my ear.
Blood rushed in my cheeks as I blinked at him, not able to form words and answer his question.
His hold on my waist tightened, “Only one way to find out.”
I bit my lip when he laid me down on his lap, my stomach resting on his thighs, feeling his hardened bulge on my skin. I squirmed when he raised my ass, my toes barely touching the floor.
Holding my breath, I tried to relax when he stroked my ass, massaging and squeezing the skin. “I am going to punish you for touching yourself when I told you not to. Use your safe words when you need to, understood?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through my body.
I nodded.
Smack
“Oh!” I groaned when his palm smacked my ass, heat rushing on my skin and warming my core. Holy shit.
“Use your tongue, Kiara. Do you understand using your safe words when you need to?” He asked, his voice rough while he stroked my ass.
“Y-yes, Ethan, I understand.”
He hummed and pulled me close, wrapping his other hand in my hair and lightly tugging my head back. I couldn’t hold back my groans and little yelps or shrieks when Ethan’s palm met my ass in alternative strikes. Smack. Smack. Smack. My ass got sore and scorched more with each strike of his palm.
I was heaving for breath when he had to hold my wrists on my lower back with his palm. I moaned louder when he told me he wished he had some rope with him right now. I was curious and aroused to know what else he wanted to do and try with me.
I squeezed my eyes shut when he stopped for a while and made me gasp loudly when the same hand caressed my burning ass, which felt like it was on fire. He rubbed my skin and soothed some pain, “You’re a real screamer, you know that?”
Yes, Ethan, I know that.
Sadly, I could hear myself over the slaps of skin when he spanked me. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but I didn’t know this would hurt like a bitch. Not to mention, I could feel my juices sliding down my inner thigh. I was getting turned on by this, by the pain.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes so that the tears would stop pooling in my eyes. A small whimper escaped my lips when Ethan took me in his lap, wrapping his hands around me and rubbing my back.
He kissed my hair, “You did so well, Bella. How are you feeling?”
“Overwhelmed,” I replied, listening to his heartbeat.
Ethan laid me down on the bed and kissed me lightly. He looked in my eyes and asked, “Which color?”
“White.”
He clenched his jaw and pulled away.
“Spread your legs,” he said, “Wider.”
I willingly obeyed, staring at him, and the pure command lacing his husky voice. My eyes were half-lidded as goosebumps spread across my body just looking at him while he gazed at me and my dripping pussy as if I were his last meal.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
Ethan hovered above me, settling between my legs. “No, not now,” he said and held my wrists, raising them to the headboard. I took a long whiff of his musky male scent. “Don’t move your hands until I tell you to.”
“Or what?”
He inclined his head, a strand of his coal-black hair falling against his face. Oh, fuck my kink. “Or I will have to see that you don’t move your hands until I am done with you.”
“Got it, Big Daddy,” I replied, my voice breathy with a sultry undertone which made a vein pop on his neck. At that moment, I had a surreal amount of desire and lust to lick that vein, bite his ear, and scratch his back as I rode us both to insanity.
I pursed my lips from saying that out loud. I, Kiara Sharma, was seriously and literally fucked.
My hips bucked up when Ethan landed a sharp smack on my bare pussy. “Don’t. Call. Me. That,” he growled, spanking my aching sex with each word he said, holding my legs open when they trembled, and I writhed underneath him.
He kissed me, swallowing my groans and holding me down while slowly rubbing his fingers on my sensitive, sore clitoris. I shivered and opened my eyes, finding him gazing at me.
“You love being punished, don’t you, Bella?” he asked, knowing the answer as his fingers dipped inside me, my eyes widening.
“Yes, Ethan,” I moaned softly, moving my hips with his digits as they fucked me slowly, gently, opposite to the harsh spanking he had given my ass and my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet, Kiara.” He groaned, kissing my neck and rubbing his thumb on my aching bud while fucking me with his fingers.
Ethan’s lips descended to my naked breasts. He didn’t waste any time devouring, biting, and kissing my hard nipples, eliciting whimpers from my throat. I clenched his fingers, willing myself not to move my hands from the headboard.
“Ethan,” I said with a breathy groan, “Please, can I come?”
He didn’t even lift his head before kissing down my stomach and flatly answering, “No.”
“I am close. Please let me come,” I begged him, my hips rising to meet his fingers, but he held me down.
“Not yet,” Ethan replied sternly, a strand of his hair falling against his forehead. He bent down and licked my dripping pussy from my lips to my clitoris.
I whimpered, my legs trembling. This was too much. “Oh, fuck me, please!”
Ethan smirked like the sadist he was and did it a few more times, each time slowly as if he was having his favorite ice cream and had all the time in the world. Each time, a low groan dragged out of my throat, surprising me with my vocal capabilities. But he didn’t complain and looked like he was enjoying it very much as the pace of his fingers fucking me increased, the tip of his tongue rolling around my swollen nub.
“Ethan,” I half-moaned, half-screamed when he bit my clitoris, the sharp sting of pain and pleasure numbing my head as I felt endorphins taking over my body. “Please . . .” I begged, clutching the headboard, “. . . more.”
His soft chuckle reverberated through my soaking sex, making me shiver. He leaned away a bit and looked at me. “Fucking hell, Kiara, you’re so responsive,” Ethan said, his voice deep and husky as I tried to control my breathing. His eyes averted to my breasts as he licked his lips and murmured, “I should try clamps on you. You’ll love it.”
My eyes widened. “A what?”
I never got a reply as he was back to town, eating me out like a starved man and only stopped to hold my inner thighs away from my sensitive core.
I shivered when his glare met my eyes, “Remind me to tie your legs next time.”
“Next time?”
Ethan narrowed his eyes at me, “If you think this is a one time thing then you are very mistaken. And I can’t even tongue fuck your pussy without your legs snapping my head.” My face went scarlet hearing his words as he squeezed my thighs and demanded, “Don’t move them.”
I didn’t but the thought of Ethan tying my legs apart and baring me to him for hours to no end as he teased and tortured me to his liking turned me on, making me squirm. But a sharp swat on my inner thigh snapped me out of my head. I looked at Ethan who was inclining his head, his hand massaging the stinging skin on my thigh making me sigh
.
“You are imagining it, aren’t you, Bella?” he asked, his voice smoky as a smirk tugged his lips. “You would love being tied up by me. Letting me tease and use this pussy of yours however I want. Spanking it . . .” My entire body flamed with lust at his words as he slowly fucked my pussy. “Licking it and fucking it . . .” I gasped with each sharp thrust of his fingers, clenching my muscles. He slowly added, “Or inserting a vibrator inside you and leaving you tied up on the bed.”
I shook my head. “Please, no.”
A small glint in his eyes told me he would do that, if needed. I gulped nervously, hoping he would make me come right now and not leave me with a vibrator.
I was waiting for his reply when Ethan leaned down and sucked on my clitoris, curling his fingers inside me, making a ‘come here’ motion as they scraped against my g-spot. I didn’t know what I was moaning or begging for him to let me come as I moved my hips toward him, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub.
“Come for me, Kiara,” Ethan said at last.
My resolve broke, and a loud groan escaped my lips when I orgasmed against his fingers, tongue, and lips. It felt like I was on the edge of the cliff and finally jumped, landing on the orgasmic clouds of cloud nine.
When I opened my eyes, I was panting and shivering. Ethan sucked soundly on my pussy, drinking my juices and dragging out my orgasm as long as he could. My mind was whirling with dizziness as exhaustion hit my body, making me sleepy while he pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean.
A hum escaped my lips when he hovered above me, capturing my lips in a tantalizing kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. He held my hands, kissing each wrist and massaging them with his fingers. I almost cried at the gesture.
Ethan gathered me in his arms as he tucked my hair back and pecked my forehead, “You did so well, Bella. Watching you come apart was breathtaking.” He kissed my lips again, pulling the blanket over us as his hands continued to massage my waist.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.
I smiled with half-lidded eyes, “Like I am on cloud nine and . . . strange.”
