“I’d like you to pleasure me with your mouth,” he told her in a low, raspy tone.
She knew her eyes widened at his statement, but somehow, Lily couldn’t help it. With her mouth? Was he serious? She wasn’t sure his cock would fit in her mouth! Taking her place between his outstretched legs, she knelt before him.
“But, sir.” Oh Christ, she was panting. Again. “I don’t know how to.”
Ethan arched his brow at her, the gesture making hot slick arousal flood from her core. “You’ll learn,” he assured her. “And I’ll guide you—show you what I like.”
Lily nodded, demonstrating an understanding she didn’t feel. Of course, she wanted to take him in her mouth—actually the thought of doing so on her knees made her incredibly wanton—but she had literally no idea how.
“Stop worrying,” he soothed, and she blinked up into his eyes, realizing that he must have been peeking into her thoughts again. “Just bring that pretty mouth over here.”
Ethan held his cock aloft at that, fisting the shaft urgently as his free hand rose to twine into her hair, guiding her head forward. Lily was hypnotized by the look of his hand as it rose up and down his shaft over and over. She’d never contemplated the deed before, but as with every task, Ethan made it seem enthralling.
“Open up,” he reminded her. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, beautiful, but that means you have to come to me.”
She met his eyes briefly at that, before she lowered her torso down between his pants, licking her lips as her face neared Ethan’s crown.
“Start with something you’re comfortable with,” he instructed, but his voice sounded strained as he gave the order, and Lily realized for the first time just how aroused this was making him—as if the mammoth erection in front of her wasn’t enough of a giveaway. “Kiss the end, or you can lick if you prefer.”
Lily was in position now, Ethan’s cock level with her face as she contemplated how to begin. Releasing his shaft, Ethan relaxed back into the chair, though she could sense the full weight of his stare on her as she inched toward him. She began at the base, running her tongue all the way up the underside of his shaft until reaching the end. His cock throbbed with what seemed like impatience, but if there was any doubt about how her effort had been received, the long, satisfied sigh from Ethan’s lips reassured her.
“Yes,” he enthused. “Do that again, Lily, and this time take me in your mouth when you reach the end.”
Lily whispered her agreement as she shifted back into her original place, extending her tongue to lap at the smooth flesh of his penis. Slowly, she dragged it right along Ethan’s length again before doing as he suggested, and taking the head between her lips. He groaned in response, his hips thrusting his cock further into her mouth. A sense of panic filled her. He was so big! If he truly tried to fill her throat, then Lily knew she wouldn’t be able to breathe, and that thought terrified her. Acting on instinct, she drew away, trying to be free of his insistent shaft, but the hand in her hair shifted, applying just enough pressure to keep her in place.
“Relax!” he rasped, sliding himself back into her mouth again. “Breathe through your nose, Lily. I’m not going to hurt you.”
His words seemed to steady her enough not to fight the lunging erection in her mouth, but Lily was still on edge as he pumped the thing in and out of her. On the one hand, the whole act seemed so preposterous. Lily had never even heard of such a thing, and she’d had no idea Ethan would want to try it, but on the other hand, she knew he was right. She could take in air through her nose. She would be okay, and as he plunged his cock even deeper, Lily became aware of something else—she might even be starting to enjoy it. It wasn’t the act itself that aroused her, or, at least she didn’t think it was. More likely, it was the sense of subjugation she felt as she knelt between his legs, aware of the large palm at the back of her head, holding her in place. He was using her for his pleasure—just like he’d done when he’d ordered her to strip, and something about that dynamic made Lily hornier than she’d ever been before.
But that didn’t make sense. None of it did. This was 1969. Women didn’t get their kicks by demeaning themselves for men. Even ones as gorgeous as Ethan. So, what the hell was wrong with her? Why were her nipples beading into tight knots at the realization, and why did her core ache with need?
“Fuck,” he grunted. “That is so good, beautiful. Your mouth is amazing. I’m going to come inside you.”
What? Her eyes fluttered open, even though Lily hadn’t been aware that they’d closed. He was going to come inside her, but wait—what did that mean? Reflexively, she tried to rise from his cock, but the hand at the back of her head was insistent.
“Stay,” he told her firmly. “Stay right there.”
That low sense of panic filled her up again. She remembered how it had felt when Ethan had come before, and Lily wasn’t sure she wanted that to happen now, inside her mouth. Her hands pressed into the leather either side of his legs, and she fought against the pressure of his hand for all she was worth, but she wasn’t quite strong enough, and each new thrust of his eager cock seemingly made the thing even larger in her mouth.
“Ethan!” she tried to cry out, but of course, that was an impossible feat with a mouthful of Ethan’s giant cock lodged firmly down her throat.
“Breathe,” he called out from somewhere high above. “And take it for me, beautiful.”
In that moment, time seemed to stop. Lily wanted out. She didn’t want to pleasure him this way anymore, yet it seemed she had no choice. The hand that had once goaded her passion now acted as an autocrat, keeping her where Ethan wanted her, while he found his pleasure. Lily was consumed by the act. All she could see was Ethan’s flesh, all she could smell was his masculine scent and all she could hear was the sounds of his cock pounding into her mouth. He’d said he didn’t want to overwhelm her before, but he’d failed. Lily was completely fucking overwhelmed.
One powerful thrust was all the warning she got before a shot of fluid filled her mouth. Ethan’s hand relaxed at that moment, finally enabling Lily to retreat, but it was too late. Her mouth was full of whatever Ethan had just filled it with, the liquid spilling out as she gasped for breath. Falling forward, she caught herself to brace on her hands and knees in shock. Lily watched, wide-eyed, as more of the stuff pumped from his cock.
“Swallow it down.”
The sound of his voice made Lily meet his gaze for the first time since she’d first lapped at his cock, and she found a hard, blue stare glaring back at her.
“I mean it, Lily,” he said in what almost sounded like a growl. “Swallow my cum like a good girl, and then get back up here. I want you to clean up the rest.”
Lily blinked at him in disbelief. Her mouth was still full of the salty fluid he’d deposited there, but for the life of her she couldn’t wrap her head around the instruction. Why the hell did he want her to swallow it, when every instinct she had told her to spit it out?
Slowly, his powerful torso leaned toward the place she knelt, and he pierced her with only one word. “Now.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ethan wanted to cheer as he watched her obey. It may have taken a moment for little Lily to grasp his meaning, but as she swallowed down whatever remained of his orgasm, he swore his cock came back to life.
“Ethan.”
Her voice sounded strangled, and in his hedonistic trance, his gaze rose to meet her eyes again. “Sir, I don’t understand.”
He reached out for her, taking the side of her face in his large palm as he wiped the first sign of a tear away with his thumb. “You just have to do as you’re told,” he soothed in a much less menacing tone than he’d just employed. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you, Lily?”
She nodded, but he could see the confusion in her eyes. Damn it, he could hear her confusion. “I didn’t know it would be like that,” she replied in a mournful tone. “I hadn’t realized.”
Poor little Lily, he mused. She made his
heart ache almost as much as his cock.
“You did wonderfully,” he praised, wanting her to know just how bloody amazing it had been coming inside her mouth.
Ethan guided her face gently toward him, and at the same time, he leaned down, capturing her mouth for a kiss. The connection was unrelenting, despite his recent passion, and as she yielded, he fucked her sensually with his tongue. Breaking the kiss, he held her face gently in place as he stroked her skin softly. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Really?” she gasped at him with wide, teary eyes.
That look—fuck—the innocence of it just made Ethan want to corrupt every single part of her.
“Yes, really,” he assured her as he leaned back against the leather. “Now, do as I’ve asked you, and clean up the rest of my cum.”
Lily blinked at him, a vacant expression evident in her eyes before he gestured south toward the place she’d let the remainder fall. An exquisite blush crept up her face as Lily finally began to understand what Ethan’s demand meant.
Dragging her tongue over his shaft, Lily paused to catch her breath. A part of her brain—the part which was so easily subdued by the power Ethan cast over her—was numb; in shock at what she was doing, but she lapped at him again, regardless. And as her face fell south to clean at the pool of fluid staining his pants, something else resonated through Lily’s mind. She wasn’t only doing this because Ethan had commanded it. Sure, that had been the genesis of the act, and Lily had been stunned by his demand, but now that she was here, back between his legs, she knew that wasn’t the only reason. The hot arousal at her core was growing with each new lap of her tongue, heightening each sensation as she abandoned her defenses. It was as though the whole thing was unfurling around her. She was so utterly drawn to the man, and she had been right from the start, and it all boiled down to this—this surrender—this need he had to consume both her body and her spirit, and her apparent need to give it to him. To give in to him. And to revel in the sweet salvation of the whole thing.
“That is perfect, Lily,” he murmured in a soft tone that made her want to smile.
She glanced up into those intoxicating blue eyes again, and just for a moment, Lily nearly lost herself. Not just in the erotic subjugation of the moment, but in him—his thoughts, his demands and his approval. Drawing in a deep breath, she steadied herself against his thigh.
Beautiful.
That was Ethan’s voice again, but this time his lips hadn’t moved. Lily had been down between his legs, watching him the whole time, and she knew his mouth hadn’t even opened.
“Sir?”
She was panting again, and the anxious energy, so recently satiated, began to coil in her belly.
Ethan smiled. You heard me, little flower.
She blinked at him wildly.
I know you can hear me.
Lily’s heart thundered in her chest. What the hell was this? Was she hearing his thoughts now? How was that even a thing?
His hand rose and stroked the side of her face again. “Oh, it’s a thing,” he assured her. “And a damn useful one, at that.”
“But, how?” She’d been aware that he could sometimes exert the ability to penetrate her thoughts, but she’d never heard Ethan’s before.
This was getting stranger and stranger, yet as Lily bit her lip, she knew it only made her want him more. Why wouldn’t it? What could be more wonderful than a man who could understand your thoughts without needing to be told? Wasn’t that what every girl seemed to want?
Ethan laughed, that dark sound that seemed to whip around her naked body, caressing it with each twist and turn it took.
“The brain has far more capacity than most of us understand, Lily,” he told her. “We’re just able to tap into some of that potential.”
Lily blinked up at him. Maybe that made sense, but she just wasn’t sure anymore.
“The connection between us will only grow, I think,” he brooded, caressing her hair idly as he spoke. “It’s something I’ve never known before.”
Ethan paused, tilting his head as he stared down at her. “Just like you, little Lily.”
She gulped. Christ, the look in Ethan’s gaze was so bloody hot and intense. Lily didn’t know where to look, but it didn’t seem to matter as, she couldn’t bring herself to drag her eyes away.
“It’s time we moved upstairs.”
His voice was harder now, and the tone alone made her heart race faster.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Ethan flashed her an approving look just before he rose, towering over her as he offered her one of his large palms.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Guiding Lily to her feet, he swooped, flinging her body over his shoulder as though she was weightless. Frankly, to Ethan, she may as well have been. She was so delicate, and he was so high on the rush of endorphins he’d experienced after his blowjob, that there was no effort in carrying her up the stairs, whatsoever. Her small hand beat down against his back as he stepped onto the landing.
“I can walk, sir,” she cried, her voice laced with what sounded like exasperation.
Ethan just laughed at that, slapping her tantalizing arse which was now just a few inches from the side of his face. By the time he was done with Lily, she’d be lucky to be walking, at all. He stalked into his bedroom, kicking the door closed with his foot. The sound of Lily’s gasp filled the dark room as he paced into the center and placed her back onto her feet. Looming over Lily, Ethan smiled. Or, at least he hoped it was a smile, but the surge of arousal coursing through him made him wonder if it wasn’t a more predatory look than he’d intended.
And after all, that’s what he was—a predator—and for all her undeniable influence, he knew Lily couldn’t tame the animal inside him entirely.
“Stay.”
The word resonated around the room, and her eyes widened in response.
“Sir,” she gasped. “Are you angry? Have I done something to upset you?”
Ethan bit back on the smile which threatened to surface. So, she could sense it, too? The shift in dynamic between them—the tangible tension that emerged as he towered over her in his bedroom. The last time Ethan had brought her up here he’d been intentionally gentle—a gentleman—yet this time was going to be different. He knew it, and the wide, apprehensive look in Lily’s green eyes told him that she knew it, too. This time was not about gentle. This time was going to be a taste of what would come between them, and the face fucking downstairs had only been an appetizer.
“No,” he told her flatly. “I’m not upset, Lily.”
She relaxed at his words, the tension visibly falling from her shoulders.
“I’m just being myself. I’m letting you in on some of the secrets of who I am.”
Just some, he added in his mind, but Ethan wasn’t sure if Lily heard that thought.
Lily nodded. “I want that,” she concluded almost wistfully. “But, I have to be honest, Ethan—sir—you’re scaring me a little bit, here.”
Ethan couldn’t fight the smile those words inspired. “A bit of fear isn’t so bad, is it, little one?” His voice had morphed into that seductive purr again. “I know how your mind works, remember? I know you can use it to make that pussy even wetter for me.”
Lily’s face flushed, and he watched as she swallowed down the latest ignominy. “Yes,” she admitted in a raspy voice that thickened his cock again. “Yes, sir.”
He nodded, stalking to his desk drawer. Ethan always kept a select number of special items there, so he could try them out and devise new schemes in his quiet moments, yet never had he expected the opportunity to use them on Lily. But now here they were, and it all seemed too perfect to resist. Reaching inside the drawer, he chose a length of the softest black rope he owned, and turned, holding Lily with a thoughtful stare. She blushed harder under the weight of his scrutiny, her weight shifting from one foot to the other as she waited for his verdict.
“I’m going to bind you,” he declared as he
closed the distance between them again.
Lily’s gazed looked stunned. “Okay,” she breathed.
“You’re going to have to trust me, Lily.”
She nodded. “I do, sir,” she replied at once, but even Lily must have been able to hear the quiver in her voice.
Was she truly scared, or just aroused?
Lily gulped, inhaling deeply. “A little of both, I think, sir.”
That made Ethan laugh out loud. Lily had just answered him when he hadn’t even vocalized the question. Now, that was a first!
“You’re getting good at this,” he quipped as his hand rose to her chin. “You’ll be reading my mind on demand, soon, little flower.”
Lily bit her lip, shaking her head. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said with a chuckle, and for a moment the tension between them seemed to lessen. “I love it, but it’s a little disconcerting.”
Especially, when he considered all the things locked up in his head that he really didn’t want Lily to know.
“And so, to my ropes.” Ethan drew her attention from the matter, distracting Lily with the black binds which he dangled in front of her face with his free hand. “Have you ever been bound before, beautiful?”
Ethan was pretty sure he knew the answer already, but it only seemed right to ask.
“No, sir.” Lily shook her head as she eyed the ropes with obvious trepidation.
“Then it will be interesting to see how you find this,” he murmured as he began to circle her body.
His gaze fell over the soft curve of her behind, the sight swelling his erection as he came around to meet her eyes again. “Here comes your next lesson in obedience, Lily.”
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