by Claire Adams
When Ethan stripped off his clothes to stand naked before me, I couldn't help but admire his incredible physique. His tan skin was rippling with muscles. I wanted to run my hands down his smooth chest and over his washboard abs. As he stood before me, I started to peel off my clothes, too.
"No, wait," he instructed. "Let me do it."
He climbed onto the bed to lay beside me. Kissing my lips and running his hands through my hair, I hardly noticed as he began to lift up my soft, pink tee-shirt. He pulled it over my head and buried his face in the cleavage of my bra. Then, he kissed his way down my flat stomach till he came to the waist of my jeans.
He unfastened the buttons of my 501s, kissing his lips over the top of my silk panties as he went. Sighs of pleasure escaped my lips, and I was eager for him to move faster. I reached for my jeans and started to pull them off my waist, but Ethan stopped me again.
"You are an impatient little thing," he chided playfully. "I'm going to have to teach you how to savor the moment. Good things come to the one who waits. It's a lesson I'll teach you tonight. Now, don't move again."
He placed my hands behind my head and commanded me to keep them there, threatening mischievously, "If you can't do it, I'll have to tie your hands in place."
Smiling up at him, I giggled, "I'll behave; I promise."
Ethan returned to the work at hand, slowly peeling off my jeans, inch by inch, kissing me over the top of my underwear, then down my naked thighs, all the way down my legs, until he pulled my jeans completely off and tossed them onto the floor. He returned and unclasped my bra, pulling it up over my arms where I stubbornly kept my hands clasped behind my head, making him unable to remove the bra the rest of the way.
"You told me not to move," I said teasingly.
"So I did. Good girl." Ethan smirked approvingly.
Next, he lavished his attention on my breasts, starting with the left and then moving on to the right. He held them in his hands, kissing every inch of them in an intricate circle until he came to the nipples at the very center. There, he spent the most time — lapping, licking, kissing, nipping, and nibbling. I arched my back, squirming in delight beneath his incredible touch. Mick had never been much into foreplay, and I had never before experienced such pleasure.
Soon, my panties were dripping wet and I was gasping and moaning, begging for more. When Ethan had had enough, he peeled my drenched panties from my body and tossed them to the ground.
"Look how wet you are," he said, rubbing my soaked pussy with his fingers. A jolt of pleasure rocketed through my body and I instantly wanted more. He moved his fingers with such deliberate slowness, it was driving me mad with desire.
"Fuck me now," I moaned and reached down to grab his cock. I tried to draw him closer, anxious to feel him inside me, but he removed himself from my reach.
"Naughty girl," he chastised. "Didn't I tell you not to move, that I was going to teach you how to draw out your pleasure?"
"Just fuck me now," I said. That's all Mick had ever done. With him, it was always in and out, over so quickly that most of the time, I didn't have an orgasm.
Now I had already come all over my panties and Ethan hadn't even put his dick inside me. I could just imagine what incredible pleasures would come if he would just get on with it and enter me, and I didn't want to have to wait.
"You want me to fuck you?" he growled. "I'll fuck you till you can't stop screaming."
He suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over so I was laying on my stomach. With rough hands, he yanked me up so I was kneeling on my hands and knees in the center of the bed. With almost violent force, he entered me from behind, slamming his rock-hard dick into my quivering slot with one, satisfying move. Gripping my hips, he fucked me from behind with such forcefulness, I had to brace myself against each powerful thrust.
This was what I had been wanting, and it was incredible. Ethan was so much bigger than Mick was — and so much more satisfying. Mick had no imagination, finesse, or talent. Ethan's incredible foreplay had me so ready to come, I orgasmed at the moment he entered me. Far from being the two-pump chump that Mick was, I was amazed at the way Ethan was able to keep going and going. My orgasm cane to an end, and still, he was fucking me.
Suddenly, I felt a painful stinging slap on my right butt cheek that made me cry out in surprise. It came again, and I looked back over my shoulder to see Ethan was spanking me with the tails of a black leather flogger.
"You are a naughty little girl, and you need to be taught a lesson," he said as he kept whipping me on the ass with the flogger.
I couldn't believe it. I had never experienced anything even remotely like this in my entire life. The tails of the soft leather flogger smacking against the tender skin of my bare buttocks hurt, but at the same time, it sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through my body that radiated deep inside me. It was sensual, erotic, orgasmic.
His hard cock was still buried deep inside my cunt, and I found myself rocking back to thrust across the length of him, fucking him passionately with each smack of the whip. The orgasm that swelled up inside me was more powerful than any I had ever experienced. Screams of intense pleasure ripped through my throat as I found myself unable to stop moaning. Pure pleasure jolted through every cell of my body, making it impossible to move or even breathe, and yet somehow I was still rocking back, fucking his hard dick as he whipped me again and again.
Finally, he threw down the whip and flipped me over onto my back. He bent my legs up so high my ankles were touching my shoulders and entered my rippling pussy from a new angle. I felt him orgasm deep inside me and I climaxed along with him, but I couldn't say if this was yet another orgasm, or the same one having never ended.
It was the most incredibly intense sexual experience of my entire life, and I couldn't believe my body was capable of feeling such incredible depths of pleasure.
When at last the waves of my climax began to ebb, I lay beside Ethan, naked and sweaty, until my breathing began to slow back to normal.
"I've never done anything like that before," I confessed to him.
"BDSM games?" Ethan guessed correctly. "I hope I didn't over do it."
I smiled to ease the worried look on his face and said honestly, "No, I really liked it. I'm glad you showed me how incredible it could be. I never would have had the guts to try something like that with Mick, but with you, I felt safe. I knew you wouldn't really hurt me."
"Good." Ethan grinned and said softly, "I want you to always feel safe with me. I didn't do it to scare you, but to teach you. Now, let's see if you learned your lesson."
Grinning at me, he placed my hands behind my head and told me not to move them. We made love all night long. Sometimes, I was a good girl and showed him that I had indeed learned to be patient, and when I did, the pleasures he gave me were indeed well worth the wait. Other times, I was a naughty girl and lavished in the punishment he gave me with the leather flogger again.
As dawn crested over the California horizon, we both finally collapsed with exhaustion, feeling utterly satisfied in every way, and drifted into a deep and dreamless slumber. It had been one hell of a night, and one that I would always remember.
After a few hours of rest, I awoke and saw that Ethan was still snoring soundly beside me. Silently, I slipped out of bed and tip-toed across the room. I wanted to be gone by the time he awoke.
Although I didn't regret even one moment of what we had done, in the light of day, I knew that it had been a mistake. He had been my employer, and I was a woman who just broke off an engagement. For us to have a relationship was impossible. As incredible as last night was, it needed to remain a one-night stand.
Scooping up my clothes, I carried them downstairs and put them on in the front hall so I wouldn't wake him. I called a cab and met the driver down by the gate.
"Where to?" the taxi driver asked as I got into the back. It was a good question, and one I needed an answer to. I gave him an address and stared out the window as we drove away from the lavish,
Beverly Hills mansion.
"Goodbye, Ethan," I said aloud. It hurt more than I thought it would, but I knew this was the best thing. I would never see him again.
Chapter Eleven
Kayla
Ethan ran down the driveway, through the security gate, and tore open the back door of the cab. He pulled me into his arms, begging me not leave him. The next thing I knew, we were back in his bed, and he was making passionate love to me. We undulated together in perfect harmony, and the pleasure swelling up inside me crescendoed into a fabulous orgasm in perfect timing with his own.
Afterward, as we lay wrapped in each other's arms, he stared deeply into my eyes, opened his mouth, and said...
Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound filled the air as the blare of my alarm clock destroyed the wonderful dream.
As I turned off the offensive noise, I came to the realization that I wasn't with Ethan: I was back in my crappy, new apartment. In fact, I hadn’t seen Ethan (or Mick, for that matter) since that fateful night. It was hard to believe it had been nearly a month since my photoshoot for Speed Magazine. So much happened in that time, it was hard to wrap my brain around it.
I'd ridden the cab from Beverly Hills to the bus station and bought a ticket back home. When I called my parents’ house from the station and asked them to come pick me up, my mother instantly started crying.
"We missed you so much." She hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe. She pounced on me the second I walked through the front door of my childhood home with Dad trailing behind me.
"I missed you, too, Mom," I said, and my own voice was choked with emotion.
"We're just glad to know you're okay."
"I sent you letters over the years, and I called every Christmas and every Mother's Day and Father's Day," I pointed out.
"I know, and it was great to hear from you, but you never really know if your child is safe and sound until you can look them in the face. God, sweetie, you've gotten so thin. Let me make you something to eat."
Mom turned to the refrigerator and started pulling out ingredients.
"I'm fine, Mom. I'm a professional model. If I put on weight, it will ruin my career."
I told them then about my life in L.A., the jobs I'd had, and my big break modeling for the cover of Speed Magazine. My father was particularly impressed and wanted to know every detail about the bike. I left out the part about Ethan and going to his mansion that night. Finally, I told them about Mick and our big break-up. My father was livid.
"That no good son-of-a-bitch. I told you that piece of shit was no good from the start. I told you not to keep seeing him, that he would take advantage of you. Then, you had to go and run off to L.A. with him. If he were here, I'd kick his ass."
"Calm down, Joe," my mother Sharon said. "It's not our place to I-told-you-so the girl. We're her family. It's our job to support her in this difficult time and welcome her home. I'm just grateful things weren't worse, and I'm so happy that she's home now."
Mom started talking then about fixing up my room and how great it would be having me back again. I hated to break her heart, but I had to interrupt. "I'm not moving back to stay."
"What do you mean? Of course, you are. You just said you can't go back to that apartment with Mick and that you never want to see him again."
"Yes, I did. But I also told you that I just had my big break modeling for the cover of Speed Magazine. When that issue comes out next month, everyone will see it. I'll be the talk of L.A. Who knows what kind of job offers I'll get from this and where it will take my career. If I want to take advantage of every opportunity, I'll need to be where the action is: in L.A."
"Can't you stay here until then?" Mom was sulking, and the food she was frying in a skillet on the stove started to burn. Quickly, she turned her attention to it and started frantically stirring.
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed the top of her graying head. "Oh, Mom. I love you and Dad. That's why I wanted to come see you, but this is just a visit. I love my life in L.A., too, and I want to return to it. I love the city, and the atmosphere, and the climate, and the people. I love the crowds, the culture, and the sunshine. I think I was meant to be an L.A. girl all my life, but I never realized it until I got there. It was the one thing Mick did right.
“It took a few years, but I finally got my big break in my career, and it was everything I wanted it to be. I felt like a star, and I want more of it. Many models go their entire careers without an opportunity like this, and I don't want to waste it. I'm going back."
I could see that my parents wanted to argue, but thankfully, they didn't. I ended up staying with them for an entire week, and it was just what I needed to recharge my batteries and invigorate my soul. I got to see my brothers and sisters and my new niece and nephews that I hadn't even met yet. I got to revisit long-lost friends and walk down memory lane.
In the end, it was obvious that I had outgrown the sleepy little town where I grew up. I craved the excitement of L.A., the night life, and the glamour.
True, I had never wanted it while in the middle of it, but still it had been there, lighting up the city and giving it an energy that penetrated all things. Now, when my cover came out next month, I might even actually be part of the heart of that glamour – I sure hoped so. It was the one thing I wanted more than anything.
It was funny, though. Even as I said that to my old friend from high school, my mind popped up an image of Ethan. Maybe there was something else I longed for in L.A., too.
After the week visiting my parents, I took the bus back and started getting my life put back together. I'd earned enough money from the Speed Magazine shoot to get myself an apartment and a less-than-decent car. The beat-up Toyota looked like crap, but it got me where I needed to go.
I bought some used furniture for my new place and a brand-new bed that wouldn't be tainted with any bad memories. Mick kept calling me on my cell, begging me to forgive him and take him back. After a while, he gave up and started leaving messages saying that he wanted to be friends and would I like to come pick up any of my stuff he had carefully set aside. Eventually, he gave up on that and left a final message telling me to go fuck myself and that he'd left all my shit outside, so if I didn't come get it, the bums would carry it off.
I knew the keepsakes I had from my grandmother would be in those boxes and pictures of my family I'd never be able to replace, so I'd better rescue them while I still could.
I didn't want or need anything else from the life I'd spent with Mick. They were all wasted years to me now and I was ready to move on to a new and fabulous future as an independent woman.
The only regret I had was that I hadn't seen or spoken to Ethan. I missed him, not to mention the fabulous things he did to my body, but I knew things were best left forgotten between us.
He was a notorious bachelor, and I wanted more than that from a man. I wanted the same old dream I'd always wanted: to get married and travel the world with my husband. Ethan could never give me that, and I would only get hurt if I tried to make our night together anything more than it was: a one-night stand.
Grabbing my purse, I headed out the door. First, I'd stop by Mick's and get my things. Then I had a modeling job for an advertising circular. It was a small-paying gig, but it would allow me to pay next month's rent without having to dig into the savings account I had opened with what was left of my paycheck from the motorcycle shoot. Soon, I wouldn't have to worry about things like that. Soon, I would be a star.
Chapter Twelve
Ethan
"Fuck me like a dirty girl. A really dirty girl," Angela gasped and moaned, placing my hand on her ass and begging me to spank her like I usually did.
I had her bent over my desk and was tugging on her ponytail while I fucked her from behind, but she just wasn't doing it for me like she used to. Only by closing my eyes and imagining Kayla was I able to bring myself to climax, but I didn't want to do it inside of another woman. It just seemed wrong, even though Kayla and
I weren't in a relationship. In fact, I hadn't seen or heard from her since I woke up alone the morning after her photoshoot.
So, just as I was about to come, I pulled out of Angela's sloppy cunt and shot my load all over her ass.
"Yeah, baby. Now I really am a dirty girl," Angela moaned and started rubbing my jizz into her skin like lotion. It disgusted me, and I had to turn away so she wouldn't see.
"Get dressed. I've got an appointment with Keith in just a few minutes," I said, desperate to get her off my desk.
I should have ended things with her long ago, but when Kayla disappeared the way she had, I was looking for someone, anyone, to fill the emptiness I was suddenly feeling. I'd never been so hung up on a woman. The night we spent together was incredible, and when I awoke the next morning, I was actually looking forward to spending the entire day with her.
I'd planned it all out in my mind. First, I'd serve her a delicious breakfast in bed, then we'd fuck in the shower and get dressed. I'd take her riding on the pair of bikes I kept at home and show her the most beautiful parts of the city. Then, a romantic picnic at my favorite, secret hide-a-way where I'd fuck her out in the tall grass.
To top off the day, I'd take her shopping on Rodeo Drive and buy her an elegant evening gown and maybe some jewels to go with it. Show her what it was like to be treated right. Then we'd have dinner at the best restaurant in town. I'd take her home with me and we'd spent the whole night fucking just like we had the night before. I'd make her body come in ways she never knew her body could. It would be a magical day shared just between the two of us.
I'd woken up to find she was gone. I drove by her old apartment, but it was obvious from the way Mick was pacing outside yelling at her through his cell phone that she wasn't home. I thought about calling her myself, but I wasn't going to stoop to doing the same thing Mick was doing. She had my number, and she knew where I worked. If Kayla wanted to get a hold of me, she would. The next move was entirely up to her. Only, the next move never came.
