Unfolding Kiara: Second Chance Best Friends to Lovers Romance (The Unfolding Duet Book 2)

by Mahi Mistry

  “Fucking delicious,” I grunted and held her thighs. I kissed and teased her lips, making her body writhe in pleasure when I let my tongue wander inside her, moaning at the taste.

  “Oh, Ethan,” Kiara moaned. Her entire body was quivering with pleasure, her cheeks flushed, breasts red, stomach taut and her legs shaking vigorously.

  “Don’t come, Kiara. You are not allowed to until I say so,” I growled in a low voice and smacked her wet sex before plunging two fingers in her clenching pussy, moving them in and out. Her hips arched, wanting and craving more.

  Leaning down, I licked her clit, sucking the tight nub in my mouth and giving it tiny flicks in different patterns. My fingers fucked her clenching sex and before I knew it, she had exploded in my hands with her intoxicating musky scent surrounding me. I let her ride out of her aftershocks, a whimper leaving her lips when I pulled out my fingers.

  “You didn’t ask for my permission, Kiara,” I said, sucking her juices clean from my fingers. My cock pressed against the zip of my pants, begging to get free.

  She breathed, “I couldn’t hold it, Ethan.”

  “Which color are you right now?” I asked, getting a tiny vibrator from my nightstand, knowing well that she could handle it.

  “White,” she muttered sulkily, trying to close her legs.

  “Good, how many times have you climaxed in a row?”

  Kiara took a sharp breath, “Three.”

  I smirked and removed the blindfold from her eyes, letting her eyes adjust as she blinked up at me. She flushed under my gaze and saw the vibe in my hand, her amber eyes widening.

  I turned it on and placed the tip on her nipple, her gasp of pleasure higher than the sound of vibrations. “You are going to come for me five times in a row, Kiara. That’s your punishment.”

  She shook her head, “Ethan, no, I . . . I am sensitive—oh!”

  She broke into a groan when I placed the vibe on her clitoris, her body convulsing, “Ethan! Please, I am going to come.”

  I pressed it harder, sucking on her nipple and watching her gaping, flushed face as she came, her bound body rocking on the bed. I pulled the vibe away to spank her pussy, “Count. You don’t want to repeat the orgasm, do you?”

  She whimpered as I placed the vibrator once again on her swollen clitoris, “T-two.”

  “Good girl. Three more to go before I fuck you.”

  Her eyes widened and before she could reply, a loud moan tore out of her throat, and I had to place my hand on her stomach as she orgasmed again. I was in awe at her body as she rode through her multiple orgasms. She looked stunning, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her face and neck flushed.

  “Three,” she finally heaved out, her eyes wide when I continued circling the small vibe around her red clit with increased vibrations. She thrashed on my bed, tugging hard at the bonds.

  “You will bruise your skin if you keep tugging, Bella,” I scolded her, inserting my middle finger inside her spasming pussy, loving the way her tight walls clenched it.

  I knew that she was experiencing both pain and pleasure as her body rocked through her fifth orgasm, her tiny body heaving with breath and limp in my bed. She let out a sigh of relief when I stopped the vibe to put it aside and let her have a slight break. She watched me with her heavy-lidded eyes when I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my pants with boxers.

  I chuckled at the small whimper she made staring at my throbbing cock, “You can handle it, Bella.”

  She nodded, “I know, but I am scared to walk tomorrow.”

  My eyes darkened. I crawled above her naked body and teasingly brushed my length on her soaking sex. “I can’t wait to see you in school tomorrow. Walking and teaching with a sore pussy. Feeling the spanking on your ass every time you sit and drenching your thong every time you remember this night.”

  Her lips parted while listening to me, and a part of me wished that I could make her long for me as I longed for her. Clenching my jaw, I turned her around, not wanting to let her see the raw emotions baring my face. I lifted her ass up, making her fall on her knees.

  “Ethan,” she looked over her shoulder, “Please, no, I want to see you.”

  I held the back of her neck, planting her face on the pillow, not wanting her to see me fall apart. “No,” I said. “Not today.”

  Kiara whimpered, clenching her hands in fists above her head as I rubbed my raging, bulbous head over her slicked slit. Squeezing her ass, I gave her a harsh spank, watching her tremble beneath me.

  “Ethan,” she whispered in a hoarse voice that made me leak a bit of pre-cum. Ah, shit.

  My hand held her throat, giving a slight pressure on her pulse. She relaxed after a while, trusting me with the air she was breathing. I hated that she could trust me with her body but not with her heart. Loosening my grip on her neck, I slammed inside her, relishing the way her velvety walls enveloped me, clenching me. Kiara gave a small hiss of pain at the sudden intrusion, my hand lowering down to rub her clit.

  I slowly pulled out before giving a hard thrust, her body rocking further in the bed. I groaned at the pressure of her walls. I loved going raw with her, the way she gripped, afraid of letting me go, turned me into a caveman.

  “Please, Ethan,” she whispered, “I am so close.”

  “Hold it, Kiara,” I warned, spanking her ass once again.

  I wrapped her hair around my wrist and pulled her head back, her breasts touching the sheets. In a way, I was punishing her. I didn’t want her to see me. She only wanted a baby out of this, and that is the only thing she would get.

  “Ah,” she cried out when I fucked her.

  I leaned down to kiss her shoulder, licking the spine of her back and growled, “You love this, don’t you? Feeling my cock slide inside you, fucking you hard.”

  She groaned but didn’t reply. Letting go of her engorged clit, I held and squeezed her ass as I rocked inside her, yanking at her hair as perspiration coated our bodies. I could tell she was close when her body started shivering with the oncoming climax.

  I let go of her hair, holding her hips and groaning at the sight of my cock fucking her, covered in her arousal. “Don’t come yet, Kiara. Hold it back for me.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, her hair covering her face. I leaned down, our bodies touching each other while I rolled my hips and angled myself to press against her g-spot with each thrust. I loved hearing her low groans when I pinched her nipple, her walls clamping around me as we both came closer and closer to our orgasms.

  I kissed the corner of her neck, supporting myself with my arms. Kiara whimpered when I started taking slow, deep thrusts, going deeper and harder with each slam.

  “Come on, Bella, come for me,” I said in a low, smoky voice, her body relaxing as she let go of herself. I groaned when she came, hiding her face in the pillow and milking and clenching me in a vice grip.

  I grunted, jerking inside her and orgasmed, spurting my warm sperm inside her. I gave a breathy chuckle when she held me close, soft moans reaching my ear as her body writhed in pleasure, our bodies sleek with sweat and arousal. My arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, and I let go of her, gently laying her down on the bed as I slowly pulled out.

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my forearm and went to the washroom to clean myself up. After taking a cloth dipped in lukewarm water, I gently cleaned her up, caressing her back. I cut the rope and untied her bound wrists and ankles, rubbing the red marks of twisted rope that had dug into her skin. I would need to apply lotion to them and her breasts, thighs, and ass.

  But before I could, she turned away from me, covering herself with the blanket.

  “Bella,” I said, hating the way she was hiding from me. “What happened?”

  She shook her head, but I had already tugged on the blanket covering her face. Tears were glistening in her amber eyes and the tips of her ears had turned into a light shade of pink. As this was her first real scene, I knew how conflicted and
confused she might be.

  I settled Kiara on my lap, her arms tightening around my torso as she hid her face on my chest. I let her be, running my hands through her hair and back, waiting for her to cry it all out.

  “What happened, Bella?”

  “I don’t know.”

  I pulled back, gazing at her. “Okay, can I bathe you?”

  Her cheeks flushed when I wiped away her tears, “Why?”

  “Because I want to take care of you and you can tell me how you really feel.”

  She smiled, her dimple poking her cheek, “Okay, I’d like that.”

  I leaned my back on his warm chest after he rinsed the shampoo from my hair. His firm hands massaged the sore spots on my body, asking me if it hurt me anywhere else. I couldn’t believe that half an hour ago he was dominating me, wielding my body to his commands.

  “What are you thinking?” His warm breath brushed my ear.

  “How gentle you are being right now despite what we did moments ago.”

  Ethan stood up from the bathtub, rivulets of water droplets coating his muscular body as he helped me up. While patting my body dry with a towel, he explained, “I can be gentle and rough depending on the scene, Kiara. I know you wanted to look at me during sex, but it is a dominant’s duty to give what the submissive needs, not necessarily what she wants.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  A mischievous glint formed in his eyes and I let out a gasp when he pushed my back on the cold wall, his one hand wrapping around my throat and other lowering to my heated sex. I held his arms when his fingers teased my nether lips which were wet with my arousal.

  “You want me to take you here, don’t you?” He whispered, his fingers teasing and playing with my swollen clitoris.

  “Yes, Ethan, please,” I moaned, my legs trembling.

  But he pulled away, a small smile curling on his lips. “But I won’t because you are sore and tired, still conflicted about how you feel. Okay?”

  I understood what he meant. I needed to talk to him as well.

  “Okay, Big Daddy.” I pressed my lips against his and felt him smiling against my own as we made our way back to his room.

  “Ethan?” I said when he finished drying my hair. He had applied chamomile lotion on my ass and my body where he had flogged me. After making sure, I wasn’t hurt anywhere else despite me telling him, he tugged one of his t-shirts over me as it was more comfortable. “I wanted to apologize for what I said last night.”

  He peered down at me, “Regarding what?”

  I made him sit on the edge of the bed and gently patted down his wet hair with a dry towel. “I know I hurt you when I said that all I wanted is a baby.”

  “Kiara, you don’t have to—”

  “No, I have to apologize, Ethan. That was mean and a terrible thing to say.” I took a sharp breath, “Especially if it was a lie.”

  His hands wrapped around mine when I glanced at his face, his sharp features prominent. “What do you mean by lie, Kiara?”

  I focused on the way his thumb brushed on my wrist, soothing me. “I want the baby but not at the cost of losing whatever we have between us. I like you, Ethan. But I am afraid too.”

  “Look at me,” his warm hand cupped my cheek, his blue-green eyes softening. “Now tell me, what are you afraid of?”

  “Of what would happen afterward. I know I sound crazy right now, but I am scared to know what would happen—I mean, if we have a baby then what?” My mind was whirring with thoughts, and I knew my therapist would say I am interpreting, and I should rather focus on facts, but I couldn’t.

  Ethan smiled at me, pulling me closer, “Then we will take it one step at a time, okay? And if you are scared or have any doubts, come to me and we will talk about it. How does that sound, Bella?”

  I frowned at him, “You are serious?”

  He nodded, his lips pressing against my forehead. “I am one hundred percent serious. I talked to your therapist if that’s okay.”

  “You what?” I pulled back, looking at his sheepish face, “But why?”

  He took a deep breath. “I wanted to know how you were doing and how could I help you if you needed someone.” My heartbeat increased and warm tingles erupted in my belly at the thoughtfulness of the man in front of me. He continued, “She also told me about facts and interpretation.”

  She must have. It was one of the things that differentiated from a normal human brain to the mental health of someone suffering from depression or anxiety. Like me. Because of her, I had taught myself to listen to what my brain was saying and decided if they were facts or interpretations. If someone told me they liked me, it was a fact I could believe, but oftentimes when I assumed that someone liked or hated me was an interpretation. Dr. Sabrina had advised me to ask for the facts rather than interpreting.

  I bit my lip, “So you know I was interpreting?”

  Ethan nodded, “I know I don’t fully understand what you’re going through mentally, but I want you to know that I am not leaving. If you are scared, come to me. We will take it one step at a time, okay Bella?”

  I hugged him, hiding my face on the crook of his neck as his powerful arms wrapped around me, cocooning me in his warm embrace. “Thank you, Ethan,” I said, my voice muffled. I felt like I was eighteen again, feeling everything and nothing. But this time, Ethan was supporting me by my side.

  We cuddled on the bed as I listened to his velvety voice talking about how Volt, Rio and Liam were doing. How some of them secretly shipped us. I told him about my day and how guilty I felt for telling him I was using him just for a baby. We kissed and made up until he asked me about the tears that had appeared after we had sex tonight.

  “I don’t know, I feel bad,” I whispered, watching his fingers trail on my bare stomach.

  “Why do you feel bad?”

  “Am I a freak to like all of that? I don’t know what to feel about it, Ethan. All of that felt like a hazy dream and I don’t even know what happened to me.”

  He listened to me and asked, “Did it feel like you were drunk?”

  My eyes widened, “A little. But I wasn’t drunk.”

  Ethan chuckled, “No, Bella, you were not drunk.”

  “Then why do I feel like it was a dream?”

  “That’s because you were in a subspace, Kiara,” he explained with a proud smile. “I wasn’t sure if you would go to subspace in the first scene, but you did. Your body and mind were very responsive.”

  I blinked at him, “I don’t understand.”

  “When you experience pain and pleasure together your body can get all kinds of crossed-wires in the brain, dump a bunch of happy chemicals into your brain like endorphins and enkephalins. All those hormones produce a sort of trance-like state and you and your brain converted all the pain to those hormones, and you felt like you were drunk or as if you were high,” he calmly explained.

  “I stopped flogging you as you were in subspace and you could have never used your safe words because you were off to la-la-land. And as soon as it was over, you were exhausted.”

  I nodded, blushing. “I still am.”

  Ethan smirked. “But I needed to make sure you were alright, so I had to bathe you and take care of you.”

  I squeezed his hand and snuggled up beside him when I asked, “Then why did I feel like crying for no reason?"

  He ran a hand through my hair as I sighed in relief, relishing in the feeling, “Because you got off that high from subspace. It’s called a drop and I have to make sure you were okay, Bella.”

  “I am more than okay, E.”

  “I don’t want to make you cry,” Ethan paused, and I held my breath, “I hate seeing you cry. Especially if I am the reason you’re crying.”

  My hand lingered on his heartbeat as his muscles tensed. I whispered, “You didn’t make me cry, Ethan. You said it yourself. It was the hormones over-working in my brain.”

  With my cheek pressed against his chest and his hand running through my hair, I couldn’t
stop that nagging question which has been echoing in my mind for so long. So, I had to ask him.

  Gulping nervously, I lifted on my elbow. “Why don’t you hate me?” I asked, my voice a small whisper.

  He clenched his jaw, his eyes dancing over my face when he replied truthfully. “I did, Kiara. For so long, that every time I heard your name, I felt like punching a wall.” I pursed my lips when he added with a small smile lingering on his lips, his hand cupping my cheek, “But after a while, I was fine with you leaving me because I wouldn’t be here if you had left me. I would still look for you to validate and support my every decision, and I would never learn to be on my own. Yes, I missed you very much, but as I had said before, I can go through that all over again if it means having . . . this. Being with you and holding you in my arms.”

  Ethan wiped the small tear that left my right eye. I chuckled and leaned closer, I kissed him to let him know that I missed him for all these years as much as he had. “God, you make me horny when you go all cheesy and corny on me,” I whispered, removing the blanket from our bodies and straddling him. Holding the hem of his t-shirt I was wearing, I removed it, baring myself in front of him.

  His eyes lit up as he gazed at my naked body still basking in post-coital glow with small marks imprinted on them. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Aren’t you sore?” he asked teasingly, his hands caressing the skin on my waist when I moved my hair over my shoulder.

  Biting my lower lip, I shook my head as I slowly humped him, waking him up and giggled when I felt him poke my ass. Ethan narrowed his eyes at me. I gasped when he rolled us over, his warm muscular body hovering above mine. I loved how big and strong he was compared to me and still cared for me as if I was a fragile doll. I cupped his face, kissing him on the lips and spread my legs.

  “Make love to me, Ethan,” I whispered in his ear when his hands rested beside my head.

  His lips brushed against my ear. I admired his handsome, rugged face when he whispered, “I will make love to you all night, Bella. Every fucking day of my life.”