by Mahi Mistry
As we made our way to our cars, I paused before replying, “Something happened. Talk tonight?”
“Dinner’s on you. I will let Rio and Volt know.” Sliding his Ray-Bans over his eyes, he got in his Aston Martin and roared out of the lot.
I rolled my eyes. Show off.
I had an afternoon practice to do at the school as the assistant swim coach. While I was making sure that the students kept kicking their legs and did not drown, I felt a tingle in my back and knew someone was watching me. I closed my eyes. Control yourself, Ethan, this is not the time or place. I talked to myself before opening my eyes and looking over my shoulder to find a very nervous Kiara.
Fuck.
She looked stunning in her tight trousers and formal blouse which did nothing to hide her curves. Her hair was in a ponytail, and I wanted nothing but to wrap my hand around it as I took her from behind. Clenching my jaw, I looked away and scolded Eiffel down. I was coaching kids for fuck’s sake.
“What do you want?” I asked, toweling myself dry as she nervously bit her lip.
Wish I could grab her jaw and bite her lip instead.
Calm down.
“I wanted to talk with you about last night and apo—”
My humorless chuckle cut her off. “This is not the time and place for that, darling,” I whispered, “I don’t care about last night. All you want from me is to fuck you and put a baby inside your womb. I will do it, but in return, I want your body however I please.”
Heat flushed her cheeks, and I wanted to trace the path down to her slender neck. I added, “Be ready by ten.”
With that, I left her standing by the bleachers, her cheeks flushed and thong drenched.
Dinner with Liam, Rio, and Volt had been nothing but easy. Ryan couldn’t arrive as he wanted to spend a day alone with his wife. Volt was whipped with Becky and seeing him talk about his kids made me really happy for him and wish I could have a family in a few years as well. Rio had moved in with his boyfriend and by the look of it, he looked deeply in love. Liam didn’t want to settle down, something we had discussed when we became best mates. I had been the same, but seeing Kiara and me together at Katherine’s baby shower, they didn’t bring it up. I was thankful for that.
After taking one glass of scotch, I blurted, “I don’t know what to do with Kiara.”
Rio and Volt audibly sighed as they gave me a pitiful look. Liam, on the other hand, cocked his head at me. “What do you mean?”
“Becky couldn’t stop talking about both of you, she ships you both,” Volt muttered, “I can’t believe it’s been six years and you guys don’t have babies.”
I choked on my drink.
Rio smacked his head, “Volt!”
Liam patted my back, giving me an odd look as I coughed and swallowed a mouthful of water, rubbing my chest.
I cleared my throat, “Volt, you know what happened. She was engaged when I met her.”
He rolled his eyes, “Then she broke up with the model dude to be with you. Didn’t she move in after a week when her engagement ended?”
My silence was enough to make him nod. “Exactly. Women are simple. So is Kiara. If you have the same feelings, which I know you do, tell her. If you don’t, which is a lie, then don’t complicate shit between you two.”
I stared down at my empty plate, processing his words. Even Rio was gaping at him while Liam called the waitress for the cheque. Whatever Volt said might be true, but Kiara was no simple woman. She had asked to have my baby, not a relationship where I could even dream about settling in with her. No, she just wanted me for the baby. That much was clear by how she closed herself off from me last night.
When I reached back to the house, I took a couple of deep breaths, controlling myself before facing Kiara. Yes, I wanted to control her, but not when I was angry at her. I wondered if I should let it go, but as soon as I saw her worried face and her large amber eyes, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without touching her, having her writhe underneath me.
“Ethan, can we talk now?” She asked, her voice small. Her eyebrows were furrowed with worry as I dropped my car keys in the bowl and walked toward her.
My eyes shamelessly roved over her tiny body. She was wearing a long t-shirt that ended on her thighs, her face devoid of any makeup and her wavy hair tamed down.
Threading my hand through her hair, I pulled her closer and pressed my lips on her. The kiss was rough as I took her in my arms, savoring her taste. Her breath was minty, and I knew she was preparing to sleep after talking to me. Not anymore.
“Ethan,” she gasped when I took her to my room, “we . . . we, uh, we need to talk.”
I squeezed her ass, growling when I found nothing but tiny underwear. “Shut up, Kiara,” I breathed, “Let me fucking kiss you.”
I kissed her, licking her lips, biting them until she opened up to me, allowing our tongues to dance with each other. She sighed against the kiss, the soft sounds eliciting from her lips making me go insane while my feet padded toward my room.
It had sliding doors that opened up to the pool in my backyard. The air was cool in the room as our bodies pressed against each other, her nipples hard as pebbles against my shirt. I only leaned away from her to turn on the soft lights near my bed.
“Ethan.” Kiara let out a small gasp of pain and pleasure when I yanked her hair back, glared down at her with feral hunger in my eyes.
She took a sharp breath and released a small whimper when I clenched my jaw, wondering about all the filthy things that had been running through my head. I could smell her sweet feminine arousal as she tried to clench her legs for some friction. Cute.
Lowering my head, I kissed her ear, biting the earlobe and pressing the pads of my fingers on her scalp, gently massaging it. Her body shivered in my arms, making me smile. She was always so responsive to my merest touch.
I brushed my lips on her cheek. “You are mine for tonight.”
Tracing my other hand underneath her t-shirt, I continued, “No Jake. None of your nightstand. No rough sex, no lovemaking, or any shit.” A sweet moan slipped past her lips when I pressed my middle finger directly over her clitoris through her drenched underwear. “Just us, Kiara. Fucking until either of us passes out.”
Kiara looked at me as if she was about to orgasm, her knees buckling, but I tugged her hair. “Understood?”
She nodded.
A rough growl emitted from my throat, my teeth scraping on her slender neck, over her beating pulse. “I need words, Kiara.” She stayed still, breathing hard as if she was under some kind of spell. “Do you want me to use that tongue somewhere else, hmm? Is that what you want?”
I squeezed her ass and landed a harsh spank on her ass, making her jump.
She trembled and clenched her jaw. “Yes, Ethan. I understand. I am yours.” Her golden-brown eyes glared at me through her thick lashes when her hand lowered to my pants, cupping my raging hard on. “Only if you’re mine for tonight.”
I sighed when her palm stroked me through my pants. “It’s cute that you think you are in control tonight,” I whispered, kissing her lips one more time before I pulled away.
“Strip out of your clothes,” I said, unbuttoning the top buttons of my shirt.
Her feeble fingers tugged on the hem of her t-shirt before she pulled it over her head. My eyes devoured the way her soft golden skin glowed, begging me to flog her and to see a red hue on them. I licked my lips, watching the strands of her hair brushing over her perky breasts when she removed her thong. The scent of her feminine arousal hovered in the air.
So fucking sweet.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” she asked, her eyes trailing over my clothes.
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to play with you first.”
She fidgeted and looked so vulnerable, alone, and nervous. Good, I wanted her to feel vulnerable so I could break that tension when I fucked her. With my finger, I traced the spine of her back, loving the way she trembled, her body reacting to my small to
uches.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered, standing behind her and gathering her hair over her shoulder. When I was sure she was keeping her eyes closed, I wrapped black silk around them, tying it securely. The way her breathing had increased, I knew it was affecting her more than she let on.
Good, I wanted to test her limits.
Opening the chest of drawers from the corner of my room, I pulled out a coil of rope and sharp scissors to cut it in half. Making sure her wrists were pressed against each other, I took the rope in my hand and slowly passed it around her hands, binding them together.
Kiara tensed. “Ethan.”
“You can use your safe words.” Tugging on the rope, I looked at her and asked, “Too tight?”
She tried pulling her hands free and shook her head. Kiara looked stunning with her eyes blindfolded and wrists bound, completely trusting me with her body. But not her mind. We would get there soon enough. There was so much I wanted to try with her that I knew tonight would fall short.
She desperately tried to feel or hear what was happening around her. Her body squirmed with anticipation and lust. She bit her lip and her slender neck bobbed as she swallowed nervously. I enjoyed seeing her like that, restrained and not knowing what to do, under my control.
Her flushed body was begging me to touch her, devour her and fuck her. But not yet.
I trailed the flogger over her tanned legs, letting her feel the tips of leather brush against her soft golden skin while her breathing grew erratic. It was black leather and medium in size, not too large or small for her. The end of the tassels would bring her both pain and pleasure. I saw her tongue flick out to wet her lips when I trailed the flogger over her inner thigh, working my way up and stopping abruptly. I started all over again from the other leg. I bit back a smirk when she sighed in disappointment, teasing her again.
Her body trembled when I let the tips of the leather trail over her arms, a soft sigh releasing from her lips. Kiara was enjoying the slight brushes of the flogger. I struck the flogger on her inner thigh without a warning as her back arched, and a soft groan left her lips. There was a pink hue pelt where I had struck, and I did it again but on the inside of her other thigh. I made sure it was a light smack just to get her body to release more endorphins and nothing more.
I repeated the smacks and strikes on her legs and arms, sometimes on her stomach, her body arching a bit every time as she bit her lip.
“Raise your hands,” I ordered. Her bound wrists lifting and making her tits arch.
With a flick of the wrist, I gave a swift and sharp smack to her left breast with the flogger, and she moaned with the mixture of pain and pleasure. Red hue bloomed on her breasts, her back arching again as I repeated my actions on her other breast.
“Oh, Ethan,” she whimpered.
“Take a deep breath, Bella.”
She did and exhaled sharply as the tips of the flogger struck on her erogenous zones. We were in a rhythm. I struck, and she converted the pain to pleasure. Soon, her body relaxed and wanted more. I watched in awe as she let out a long moan. Her breasts were a soft hue of pink, heaving up and down as her sex glistened with more arousal. Even her round ass had red prints of the flogger on it.
“Stop wriggling,” I said, flogging her on her heated sex.
Kiara heaved a sharp breath. “Please . . .” she breathed, struggling with her binds and standing still, “I am so close.”
I flogged her again on her aching pussy. “You are not going to come until I tell you to.”
I wasn’t done, even though I could see her legs shaking when she bit back a moan. Sweat sheeted her taut, golden skin as I continued flogging her with little smacks, just teasing her as she held back her orgasm for me. When a small sob escaped her lips, I stopped, panting hard and watching her body quiver. Red hues flushed her golden skin.
Dropping the flogger, I gently lowered her arms and massaged the skin to get the blood flowing. I kissed the slope of her neck, her breathing coming back to normal.
“You okay?”
She nodded, looking away from me, and I knew she was not okay. She was just flogged by me, and the endorphins and other hormones were confusing her mind.
I laid her down on the bed. She hissed when her burning ass met the cold sheets. “I want to see you,” she muttered, her voice breathy when I made sure she was comfortable.
“Not now,” I replied and kissed her temple, tucking her hair behind her ears, “Stay here.”
When she heard the door open, she asked, “Where are you going, Ethan?”
“I will be right back, Bella. Lay down on the bed and get some rest, you’ll need it for the rest of the night,” I said and walked to the kitchen with a bulge in my pants.
I took a cold bottle of water, and in the room, I watched her naked, flush body squirm on my bedsheets. Her thighs rubbing each other for friction made me let out a small groan. She stopped as soon as she heard me and looked away, biting her lip.
Fucking vixen.
“You dirty fucking girl,” I growled, yanking her legs away, seeing how soaked she was, “You are so fucking wet.” I lapped my fingers in her slick juices as she raised her hips for more. I pulled away, giving a harsh spank to her pussy.
“Ah!” She cried out, trying to close her thighs.
I held them as I wrapped the rope around her ankles and tied them to each leg of the bed. She moaned and squirmed, trying to move her legs. I tied Kiara spread eagle on my bed, her eyes blindfolded and her silky dark hair sprawled across the pillows. Her lips were red like rose petals with a slight pink hue of blush on her cheeks and her slender neck. I trailed my eyes toward her perky breasts, the pair of dusky nipples poking the air with each heavy breath she took. Her stomach was taut and flat as her breathing grew heavier.
“Use your safe words when you need them,” I reminded her and took her bound wrists to bind them to the headboard. “I don’t want to hear you whining, or I will use a ball gag.”
“Ethan, please, no,” she said, shaking her head, her silky hair fanning out on my pillows.
She looked vulnerable and had willingly submitted herself to me. Knowing that I would cherish and worship this woman made me jizz in my pants like a high schooler. I shook my head. I couldn’t believe how much she affected me, even if she was doing nothing.
I kissed her soft lips, my hands wandering to her pebbled nipples. The sweet moans from her lips made blood rush to my nether region as I fondled and kneaded her breasts. I slowly caressed her soft mound before roughly groping it in a possessive hold. Instead of shying away from my roughness, she arched her back, all but thrusting herself into my hand. Kissing the nipple and twirling my tongue around the soft areola, I took her other nipple between my fingers and pinched harder until her moan turned into a hiss of pain. Kiara gasped, jutting her chest to me as I blew air on the red nub.
I repeated my actions on the twin until they were hard, slicing the air and red. I straddled her lithe body and moved my hands over her restrained arms, kneading the sore muscles when small breathy gasps escaped her lips. I wanted to try clamps on her tonight, but she was already riding on her subspace and I didn’t want to push her too far. I couldn’t believe how much my commands affected her. I always knew Kiara was submissive in bed and loved to be cherished and cared for.
Cupping her cheek, I asked, “Do you want some water?”
She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yes, thank you.”
After taking a sip from the water bottle, I held the back of her neck and pressed my lips to hers. She parted her lips for me and arched up when the water slid down her lips. She smiled up at me, my heart thudding loudly at the sight of her smile, her dimple poking her cheek. When I repeated it again, I heard her hands rattle with the bonds, wanting to touch me.
I pulled away to see her lick her lips. Some water had slid down her jaw, creating a small trail on her slender neck. Pressing kisses down her jaw, I licked it away, her soft mewls arousing me and making all the blood in m
y body run south.
Caressing her breasts, I asked, “Do you want more water?”
She shook her head, biting her lip from smiling as I kneaded, massaged, and warmed her skin. I couldn’t stop touching her. Her breathing grew erratic when I sweetly massaged her burning ass, her stomach, thighs, wherever I had flogged her. Her body relaxed, and she gave in to my touch. She was mesmerizing. I loved the curve of her body, the shape of her. I never wanted to stop touching her.
If only.
I wanted to lick away the red hues of the flogger on her thighs when I noticed the small sniffle. I stiffened and watched tears slide down her covered eyes as she turned her head, trying to hide away. I kissed her then, wiping away her tears and slanting my face so I could press my lips against hers. I caressed her hair, holding her cheek and deepening the kiss.
“Do you want to go further, Kiara?” I asked, brushing my thumb on her cheekbone, “You are already going down into your subspace, and I don’t want to take advantage of that.”
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice husky with the tears. “Why do I feel like crying?”
I kissed her once more and wiped away her tears. “Because none of your partners took care of you before fulfilling their needs. I love touching you, Kiara. You are breathtaking, tied up, and soaking wet for me. I wish I could never stop touching you.”
A low growl emitted from me when I ravished her soft golden skin with my hands, squeezing, fondling and spanking her. My mouth kissing, biting, and licking the scorching skin. She writhed beneath me, tugging at her bonds and moaning my name when I licked the valley between her breasts.
A surprised moan escaped her lips when I lowered myself and tapped her dripping pussy. Smirking, I squeezed and kissed her inner thigh, her body shaking with need.
“Ethan . . . please, I want you!”
My hands slid down between her legs, so close to her aching sex. “I want you too, Bella. Have patience.”
She nodded. I admired her courage for taking the scene so far and moved my face closer to her dripping core. Her breathing was labored when she felt my breath fan over her dripping pussy. My tongue licked her slicked lips, flicking her swollen nub as I tasted the sweet yet tangy nectar between her thighs.
