He played her body like a fine tuned instrument. Touching the flesh until she was on the cusp of an orgasm that threatened to rip her in half. And then he sat up on his knees within the circle of her thighs and she moaned again with her annoyance. She could have screamed her displeasure, and he chuckled at the look upon her face.
Lying back down, he did it once more, bringing her within seconds of pleasure, to only retreat again. Karlyn felt like weeping; her release was all she could focus on. There was no outside world, nothing but this man and the need she felt. Every inch of her body ached, her pussy felt swollen and demanded his touch.
Every square inch of her flesh was on fire, ready to explode in a fiery storm as soon as he allowed her to orgasm. She pulled against the restraints, the lack of mobility both frustrating and adding more fuel to her fire. Watching her struggle, he smiled smugly up at her from his vantage point between her thighs.
“How do you feel?”
“Tortured.”
A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he brushed them across her clit gently. She bucked against his touch, demanding more than his gentle stroke.
“I need you, Ethan. I need more.”
“I know, baby. But I’m in control tonight.”
“Like you haven’t been in control all along?”
He cocked his head at her with those words, a questioning look crossing his face. “The longer I torture you, the better it will be.” He spread his tongue along her clit giving it another slow swipe.
“I don’t know if I can survive.”
“You will survive it, and you will beg me to do it again and again.”
“Is this what this is all about? Making me beg?” Frustration filled her, at her lack of completion as much as the fact she had already pleaded with him for release. “If that’s the case, I already have.”
He stopped his gentle caresses, sitting up so he could look directly into her eyes. “No, this isn’t about begging. This is about simple desire. I want you to want me with every ounce of your being.” He moved down and licked her again, and once again he left her at the very moment she would release. “I think you are finally there.
He moved his body into the cradle of her thighs. Moving his hips until the tip was poised at her entrance; he entered her fully. Within three thrusts, she came apart, as if every atom in her body separated itself then reanimated seconds later. She heard the scream, but had no idea it had been wrought from her body.
Pausing to undo the Velcro from the bottom of the bed, he lifted her legs high in the air, bending them towards her body, allowing for a deeper penetration. He pumped within her hard and fast. The headboard hit the wall, creating a staccato rhythm. As she ebbed from one overwhelming orgasm, she flew into the next, shattering her once more.
His thrusts became faster and deeper as she sensed his release coming. Wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper still, he cried out and she felt his cock tremble and the warmth each surge of his orgasm jet within her. Kissing her as his climax faded, he reached up to release the Velcro at her wrists, rubbing and kissing each hand afterwards.
“Have I hurt you?”
“No, but I could have hurt you if you had kept me from coming one more time.”
Smiling at her, pride radiating from his beautiful face, he chuckled. “But was it worth it?”
She paused for a moment to make him wonder, before smiling brilliantly. “Absolutely.”
Returning the gesture, he raised up on his arms. “Good, because I am not done yet.”
****
Rolling her to her stomach, his cock still hard, he rubbed against her silky skin. Under his gentle guidance, she rose to her arms and got to her knees as he settled behind her. Feeling his cock against her rear, she moved her hips, rubbing his cockhead unexpectedly against her hole, and she shivered.
“Ah, another interesting tidbit. But I don’t think I have the restraint left in me tonight to be careful in taking you there, but it is definitely something to consider for another day,” he whispered into her ear as he arched over her back.
Pulling the pillows from the head of the bed, he placed them under her belly and pushed her shoulders down a bit, angling her ass high in the air for him. Reaching over her, he refastened the wrist cuffs, tying her to the bed once more. A shiver ran completely down her spine, and her clit and nipples hardened even more. Her back arched into him, and he sat back for a moment, looking over her softly curved body.
“Is this what this is all about? Making me beg?” Her words echoed in his head, as he splayed his fingers against her ass, squeezing the soft flesh there. Maybe he had wanted her to beg, to beg him to never leave this room. For tomorrow to never come and for her to remain in his arms forever.
Returning to his place behind her, he reached for her hair, pulling her mouth towards his lips as he entered her from behind. Feeling the soft contractions still moving through her vagina, he pumped his cock into her as he released her mouth from his own. Biting into her shoulder, he increased his pace and he felt her muscles tighten around him. Her pussy fisted around his cock and he grasped a soft breast in each hand as he lost himself within her.
His need for her, the desire for her and her alone overwhelmed him, and he nearly choked from his own body’s demand. Leaning back away from her, he had to distance himself a little and found himself holding on to the soft globes of her rear. Lifting his hand, he dropped a soft swat, reddening the pale flesh. Her moan echoed around him.
“Ahh, my girl is a wild woman, indeed. I think I need to smack a little harder at this beautiful bottom.” He followed that with a harder slap to the opposite cheek. He felt her pussy become wetter and her essence coated her inner thighs. Another slap, slightly harder, vibrated through her, and another.
Reaching down he rubbed the flesh he had just slapped, lowering to kiss her back as well. Another swat landed on the opposite cheek. A few more perfectly timed blows came down upon her as he pumped within her, until the fire within her detonated. Her vaginal walls clamped down hard around him as she screamed her release, triggering his own and he again bathed her pussy in his satisfaction.
Sweat rolled from both of their bodies, as he gathered her into his arms and released her wrists. He rolled to his side, holding his woman close to him and they drifted off to sleep.
****
Early morning light streamed through the French doors beside the destroyed bed. Sheets and blankets were strewn all over, twisted within entwined arms and legs. Ethan lay looking at the calm, sleeping face of the angel he had been lucky enough to be won by. Her caring and warmth had been more than he could have ever dreamed. She had shown him in the ways she treated him like an equal, in the caring she showed his sister, and after last night, in the trust she apparently had in him, he knew he loved her.
Thinking back to the night before, he realized he had known it then, had known how he felt, yet he had also felt the response to shy from that. To pull away and slip back into the role of companion, smacking her rear helped him disconnect from his feelings for her. He could not allow himself to remove his feelings from their lovemaking again.
She had become the second most important person in his life, and he knew that when the year was over, he wouldn’t want to leave her. But he also felt she still had a barrier between them, a wall protecting herself. She let it down when they were in bed together, but he sensed it outside. He needed to show her how much she meant to him before he ever uttered the words. If she did not understand his need, she could push him away.
Moving slightly to pull away, his movement caused her to turn. The glimmer from her thigh reminded him of the many times he found released within her the night before. He had awoken her three more times during the night, as he could not sleep, and hoped utter exhaustion from loving her would do the trick, yet it hadn’t.
He considered the possibility of marrying this woman and filling her with his child. He wondered sometimes if he had fathered more a child in his lifetime; he had
been but a means to an end, often being used as a sperm donor more so than a lover. Birth control was just not used in this day and age within the confines of a contracted relationship, as few women had access to men, and those that did, took full opportunity to help plant the seed of new life.
That thought had made him shutter before, and he tried not to consider it often. The thought that there were children in the world he had fathered and not been allowed to know broke his heart.
Looking back at Karlyn, the thought of her giving birth to his children brought him a sense of pride and honor. And that thought alone nearly floored him. He knew then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. To see her swollen belly with his child, to watch their children grow and flourish, to grow old with him, still loving each other like his parents had, until the day they died. His father may not have been perfect, but his mother had loved him. He hoped that Karlyn would grow to love him, even with his many imperfections.
Thinking about the relationship his parents had once had made him yearn for family. How stupid he had once been, not realizing how so lucky he had been in his childhood. Most women never chose to marry, as it was easier to move from contract to contract when it pleased them. Never involving feelings or emotions, those women could use the men when they chose to.
His mother had been like that, a party girl, reveling in the money her family had, moving from man to man, until she contracted his father. Love had bloomed between the two, and even though his father could have probably made more money continuing to be contracted, he cared deeply for her and chose to stay, in the bonds of marriage.
Karlyn had once said her parents were also married. It was quite interesting considering few marriages occurred that they were both the result of two committed relationships. Karlyn had grown in a family unit, and maybe she would want to have that for herself as well one day. He could only hope.
Moving to the bathroom, he went into the corner shower on the opposite wall from the tub. Glancing at the tub made his cock begin to thicken slightly in remembrance of the night before, but he knew that he had to get going and get ready for the day ahead of him instead of sliding back into bed with Karlyn. Turning the water on cold, he slipped in and washed up quickly. As he exited and dried off, he caught a glimpse of Karlyn through the slightly open bathroom door. Her pink ass bent over the bed, trying to fix the sheets was almost too much for him to bear.
The sight had him stirring again. Would he ever have enough of her? Turning away, he fought his need, reminding himself he had to get to the hospital. He finished drying off and began his morning rituals. Looking in the mirror, he saw her smile at him as he brushed his teeth. She was still nude, and sauntered toward the shower as he watched. Turning on the water, she entered and moaned as the hot water sluiced down her body. His cock hardened as he watched her running the soapy cloth over her body.
Dropping his toothbrush as he looked into the mirror, he told himself to finish getting ready. Knowing full well he shouldn’t, he turned and walked into the shower, while she had her back to him. Surprised, she turned into his arms and accepted when he pressed against her for a kiss. Pulling her further into his arms, he pushed her back against the shower wall and plunged inside her in one swift motion. Karlyn gripped her legs around his waist to get a better hold in the slippery shower, and matched each stroke with her hips. Slowly loving her, his pace unhurried, he drove deep within her and moments later they both came together.
Slipping her feet to the floor as he pulled from her body, she kissed him and turned back to the warm water. Feeling her trembling body, he couldn’t leave her standing there alone. He helped her wash her body as he laid a series of playful bites along her neck and washed himself again and they exited. Drying each other off, he felt his cock rise to life one more time.
“Don’t even think about it buddy. I am just too sore after last night and again this morning, and we have somewhere we have to be. I know you don’t want to face it, but we need to leave.”
“I know, I know.” He preferred to be lost within her than to recall what faced him this morning. Fear gripped him in the gut as he dressed, and he willed his strength to Bailey.
Chapter Fourteen
Stalking back and forth along the waiting room floor, Ethan did not give Karlyn much opportunity to console him. She was sure she actually saw spots in his path he had worn out after the first two hours. Eventually, he sat and she held his hand, albeit briefly as he just could not stay still.
After five hours, Dr. Reding and Bailey’s surgeon, Dr. Akers walked through the double doors and entered the waiting area, stopping abruptly in front of Ethan. Karlyn stood, coming close to Ethan as she attempted to determine what the hesitant look on the doctor’s face meant. Ambivalence was hard to read, and she realized she had no clue.
Ethan turned slightly towards Karlyn, threading a hand through hers and pulling her against his side. She could feel his heartbeat beating a rapid staccato in his chest, and she rubbed her free hand along his back as she rested her head on his shoulder awaiting the news.
Dr. Reding sighed deeply. “It wasn’t an easy surgery, Ethan. We almost lost her three times on the table because of her weakened state, but I think we got it all.”
He paled before he responded. “She will pull through?”
“Time will only tell, my boy. She has been through a lot today and there will be no way to know how she will recover, there will be time and physical therapy involved. All signs point to a positive outcome, though.”
“How long are we looking for a recovery?”
“Weeks, months? There is really no way to know until she wakes up and we see if she suffered any negative reactions to this surgery.” Dr. Akers spoke up. “As I told you before we began, photon surgery is the most non-evasive, but we did not have that option with this particular tumor. There was a risk we could have damaged some of her tissue in destroying the malignant cells. The tissue graphs are in place and will hopefully begin to connect and take over any damaged tissue. As you know, there is still much we don’t know about the brain, and we can only hope what we have done will get her as close to her old healthy self as possible. Once she wakes up and we can test her motor control, memory, and reactions, we’ll know if it truly was a success.”
“How long before she wakes?”
“It should be at least a few hours before she is able to shrug off the effects of the anesthesia, and she isn’t back into her room quite yet. Get out of here for a while and get something to eat, enjoy some sunshine for a bit, and by then she should be in recovery and you can visit her there.” Dr. Reding leaned in and gave Ethan a hug and whispered close to the pair, “We did everything possible, for her, for you, for your mother.”
Leaning back, Dr. Reding smiled at Ethan and then at Karlyn. “I’m glad you have a friend here for you today. Someone your own age that can keep up with you.” Squeezing his arm, she winked and the pair of doctors walked away.
Karlyn watched the older woman walk away quizzically. “What was that all about?”
“She, well…” he paused, seeming to weigh his words carefully. “She was a friend and co-worker of my mother. She’s known me a long time.”
Karlyn immediately understood from the blunt tone of his voice that Ethan did not want to talk about the subject. There were a lot of dark patches in his past, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to make him relive all the things he had been forced to do to survive. And today was not the day to drag his past to the forefront. Not knowing what else to do, she changed the subject.
“Ah, well, do you want to take her advice and grab a bite to eat before we head to the recovery room? You didn’t eat much for breakfast as you paced the living room, and it is well past lunch at this point. You need to keep your strength up for Bailey.”
****
An ashen face peeked out of the bed linens, as Karlyn followed Ethan into the room. In slumber, Bailey looked so much more youthful and peaceful. Had it not been for the obviou
s lack of color and slight gauntness of her cheeks, she would have looked like nothing more than Sleeping Beauty. The gentle beep of the heart monitor was the only sound that filled the room. Bright sunlight had finally cleared the past day of overcast sky, and some of that light shone through the small windows across the room. Coupled with the addition of the paintings and flowers, the room finally appeared warmer.
Ethan moved close to the window and stood within the shaft of light. Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the window frame and allowed the sunlight to cast over him for a couple of moments before returning to his movements.
“Pacing the floor will not make her wake up any faster, Ethan,” she called softly to him.
“No, but if I sit still, I may go mad.”
So that was the way it went for the rest of the day. Ethan walked back and forth within the room, along the adjoining hallway, taking every opportunity to get something for Karlyn in the gift shop or cafeteria, anything that would keep him moving. As the nurses ushered the pair out, Ethan fought, wanting to stay in case she awoke in the night, alone and afraid. The nurses promised they would call if she awoke, and Ethan finally relented.
But it did not stop his pacing. Once home, he couldn’t rest. He picked at the quick meal Karlyn made, barely eating enough to fill a toddler’s stomach. Sitting down to read from his e-reader after dinner, he re-read the same page five times before giving up and sitting it down.
At bedtime, Karlyn pulled him into the bed, hoping he could finally find quiet. Instead he found himself inside of her, desperate in his need for release. Release came and went, but could not help him sleep. Arising continuously, he made love to her all night long, and into the early morning hours. As dawn finally broke, they made love again, and at utter exhaustion, he slept.
Three hours later, he arose, fear filling him at the thought he had overslept and missed his sister’s awakening. Karlyn reassured him that he had not, and the pair dressed in quiet, and walked back to the hospital. A familiar crowd swarmed around Ethan, but what Karlyn had soon learned was the norm, something he was quite used to, became a problem in view of his raw nerves.
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