Ethan stood patiently in front of her, his head cocked to the side, reading her body language. Still he said nothing. She slid off the bed and walked toward him, her eyes never leaving his.
“I’m going to dress you now,” she whispered.
He barely heard her but he understood the intention. He groaned softly, realizing that she meant to leave him wanting. He looked away, breathing deeply as his desire surged in his gut. She knew he needed to cum more than he’d ever wanted anything and her pussy purred with pleasure at the power she had over him.
He was so close to begging, she wanted him to beg, but she admired him for refusing to give in to his desire.
“Eyes on me, my Pet,” she whispered, as her hand touched his cheek.
He met her gaze and she forced herself to show only resolution in her eyes. She wanted to make it clear to him that she was in complete control. She slipped around him, finding where her dress had landed on the floor and slowly put it back on. He let out a deep sigh and she turned to him and smiled.
Walking back toward him, she picked up his clothes and brought them to him. Still reeling from his need, he begrudgingly assisted as she slipped his boxers back on. His long, firm cock protruded from the front in protest.
She grinned devilishly as she tucked his erection into his shorts. He smirked back at her, but if he’d been hoping his charm would make her change her mind, he was wrong. She shook her head slowly, her eyes glistening with pleasure.
She enjoyed this torture. She enjoyed this control. This man had a need so strong that it was consuming his every thought, and she was completely in control of it.
She handed him the rest of his clothing.
“Dress yourself and meet me in the other room,” she commanded, knowing she needed to put some distance between them.
She waited in the living room, contemplating her behavior. She felt exhilarated, but also confused. Ethan had trusted her and she’d allowed her own need to supersede her professionalism. She knew she had to turn things around. He was looking for a Domme to teach him the pleasure of control, and all she’d done was let herself lose control.
He deserved better.
Ethan walked into the room fully dressed just as she pulled herself back into character. His warm smile quickly eased her shame.
He cautiously walked toward her, trying to read her body language. He stood in front of her and waited for her to speak.
“You did extremely well, my Pet,” she said. “I promised you I would reward your endurance.”
Ethan looked into her face and nodded in agreement, gently smiling at her. He’d worked his ass off to maintain control. He’d proved he wanted nothing more than to please her. And she was pleased.
She looked at his pants and saw that his cock was still very obviously erect.
“I promised I would allow you to orgasm and I meant it,” she said.
He raised his eyebrows in anticipation. She walked over to the table where she had left his tie, picked it up and returned it to him. He took it from her and slipped it back under his collar, but let it fall loose against the lapels of his jacket.
“Go home and wait for a text. I will send you a message when it’s time. Then I want you to cum for me,” she said, her eyes daring him to object.
He processed her words briefly and then laughed softly.
“Cum on command,” he said. “I’m pretty sure I’ll explode the second you tell me to.”
“Wait here,” she ordered, and quickly slipped back into the play room. When she returned, she took his hand and placed something into it.
“These are for you,” she said, gifting him her little red panties, still soaked with her juices.
He growled, showing his pleasure and gave her a playful wink.
“I’ll put them to good use,” he teased.
He placed them in his pant pocket, and Reagan felt a sudden surge of emotion as she realized he didn’t want to leave her yet. He wanted to stay and play. She knew the look. He wanted to ask her a million questions about this new and exciting territory she’d introduced him to. He wanted to learn more about her.
She walked to the counter, picked up his copy of their agreement, folded it and brought it over to him. Suddenly, he remembered his place. He had no right to ask her for more.
He took the agreement and put it into his jacket pocket, grabbing his wallet at the same time. She saw what he was doing and gently placed her hand on his, covering his wallet.
“No, please,” she said.
He met her eyes and saw that she meant it.
“What do you mean?” he asked, confused by her gesture.
She shook her head slowly.
“I’m afraid I didn’t hold up my end of our agreement,” she said quietly.
He looked confused at the regret in her eyes.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.
She shrugged her shoulders and paused, looking for words. He touched her shoulder, urging her to continue, then quickly dropped his hand, realizing he had broken one of her rules. He’d touched her without permission.
Recognizing what he did, Reagan started to laugh.
“Here you are following all the rules perfectly, when I clearly broke every boundary.”
She shook her head gently back and forth still chuckling.
“I don’t even know how to explain it,” she continued. “I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my life. You just got to me and I’m so embarrassed that I let my desire take over. This was not how tonight was suppose to go. I may have lost my mind.”
She wanted to tell him that it had been a long time since any man had sparked her interest, that she hadn’t known the pleasure of desire for years, but she kept that to herself.
Ethan took in her words. The whole experience had left him so animated and inspired that it seemed not to have dawned on him that she might have regrets. He took her in his arms and gave her a tight hug.
“Please don’t regret this at all,” he said. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
She allowed him to hug her, shaking off her remorse.
“Thank you,” she said, “but please put your wallet away.”
He regarded her, crafting his next words carefully.
“I want to see you again,” he said, putting his wallet back in his suit pocket. “No expectations. I just want you to be exactly who you are. You will still have full control. I want you to have full control.”
She didn’t know what to say.
“You intrigue me, Milady.”
Reagan smiled, the thought of being with him again exciting her.
“Do I?” she said, raising her brows, her eyes twinkling with arousal.
“Oh God, yes, woman,” he growled.
She considered his request for a moment and then nodded. He let out the breath he’d been holding, relieved by her answer.
“Now go home,” she said playfully, slapping his ass, “and wait for my text.”
He walked slowly to her door, wanting nothing more than to turn around and pull her into a passionate kiss, but not wanting to push his luck, he didn’t dare. She opened the door for him and he turned to her.
“My name is Ethan,” he said with a boyish smile,“but I will also answer to my Pet.”
She couldn’t help giggle and she was embarrassed at how girly she sounded. Ethan laughed.
“Reagan,” she said, her own name sounding foreign on her lips, “but you can call me Milady.”
She held out her hand and he brought it to his lips, seductively kissing it.
“It was nice to meet you, Milady,” he said and stepped out the door.
CHAPTER 17
ETHAN
Ethan pulled into his driveway, not even certain how he managed the drive home. The clock on his dashboard read ten-thirty. That surprised him. He was excited and distracted, the hot scenes of the evening looping in his mind over and over. He loved how Reagan pushed his buttons, her assertiveness, the physical manipulatio
n, the sensuality and confidence she shared. He was surprised at how he even enjoyed the punishment.
He wasn’t sure that he would enjoy pain, but it got his adrenalin going and heightened his arousal, especially when he saw how turned on she was to his responses. Again, he recalled how he felt as he watched her cum, his wrists bound, wanting her, needing her. How she delivered him to the brink of madness, and then left him wanting. He had never felt more alive. His cock was still throbbing, ready to cum.
He walked into his bedroom and undressed to his boxers. He hung up his suit and then pulled Reagan’s red panties out of the pocket of his slacks. He brought the delicate fabric to his face and inhaled deeply, her perfume tantalizing his senses. He wanted to cum and wondered how long she would make him wait before she texted him.
He looked at his cell phone to see if maybe she had already messaged him.
Nothing.
He set the phone and panties on the table beside him and lay on his bed. He tucked his arms behind his head, worried his hands would betray him, and started fantasizing about Reagan.
In his mind, she unfastens his shackles and before she can step back he grabs her forcefully in his arms and kisses her, his eager mouth exploring hers. He climbs over the foot of the bed and forces her back into the pillows, his hard cock eager to enter her soaking pussy. She wants him too and spreads her legs open for him, inviting him to fuck her, her need as desperate as his. He doesn’t hold back and slides deeply into her, her moans driving him wild. He wants so badly to cum, to pour himself into her pussy, to make her his.
His cock raging, he impatiently checked his phone, knowing full well it didn’t chime. He was tempted to touch himself but was more interested in meeting Reagan’s request. He would wait, he decided.
Several minutes went by, although it felt much longer. Ethan paced through the house, trying to find things to distract himself. He made his way to the kitchen and drank a full glass of water, and then a second. He strolled into the living room and looked out the patio doors, considering a swim. He decided against it and wandered into his study. His computer was left open on a website showing hot women dressed in leather. Probably not a good idea to surf porn, he thought as he closed his laptop more forcefully than he meant to.
Finally he wandered back into the bedroom and checked his phone. Still nothing. He recognized his impatience and sighed deeply. His thoughts turned to her again, his exquisite lady. Restless, he closed his eyes and fantasized some more, trying to recall every detail of her pussy, her clit, the soft, white skin of her inner thighs. He wanted her so badly he ached.
Then it happened. His phone chimed. He felt his body respond instantly, his adrenalin sending a bolt of energy straight to his cock. He reached for his phone and it slipped out of his hand and landed on the floor.
“Damm it,” he muttered as he picked it up.
It wasn’t a message, it was the front gate.
“What the hell?” he muttered, wondering who the heck was at his door so late on a Sunday night.
He opened the app and accessed the security camera at the gate.
It was Mia.
His heart raced momentarily as he decided what to do. She buzzed again, knowing he was home. Accessing the intercom from his phone, he responded.
“Hey there Mia, what’s up?” he said, trying to sound sleepy.
She chirped back cheerfully. “Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah, I guess I was,” he lied, reaching for some sort of excuse to get her to leave.
“Are you going to open the gate?” she asked seductively.
Hell no, I am not letting you in, he thought, still nursing his hard on.
“I’m in bed. Can I call you tomorrow?”
She hesitated before answering.
“Can I pop in for a second? I left a pair of earrings on the dresser last time I was there and I have to return them to my friend tomorrow. They’re hers. She’s driving up from Long Beach for an audition tomorrow and she asked me for them.”
He stood up and walked to the dresser. Sure enough, there they were. Ethan groaned and rubbed his brow. Shit shit shit, he thought.
“Okay,” he said into his phone, “come on in.”
He buzzed her in and then went searching for his robe.
He met her at the door, the earrings in his hand. She walked up his front steps with a gleaming smile, dressed in a sweet little black mini dress with a plunging neckline.
Damn, she looked fuckable.
Ethan felt his erection betray him as it sprang to attention. He shifted his position. She walked straight into his arms planting a delicious, wet kiss on his lips. Oh God she smelled good, he thought, as her kissed turned into an embrace.
He had to get her the hell out of there and fast, he thought, thinking about his promise to Reagan. She had been the one to work him up tonight. She had earned his orgasm. He gently peeled her off of him and smiled kindly.
“Here are the earrings,” he said, holding them out to her.
She took them and tossed them into her purse, her eyes glued to his. He knew that look.
“I have an early morning so …” he said, pausing.
She snickered and squeezed past him, making her way through his front door. Ethan sighed in frustration, his cock completely uninterested in his dilemma.
“Let’s have a glass of wine before I go,” she suggested, walking into his kitchen.
Let’s not, he thought desperately.
He watched her bend over, looking for a bottle of wine in the chiller. His eyes trailing up her legs, from her Jimmy Choo stilettos right up to the curve of her juicy ass, her lace panties playing peekaboo behind her short dress.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“That’s not a good idea,” he replied quietly, looking at the floor.
He wanted to look anywhere but at her.
“Whatever do you mean?” she said, standing up with a bottle of Chateau Lafite in her hand.
That was a five thousand dollar bottle of wine. Say what you will, she had taste, he thought.
“Are you celebrating something?” he asked, nodding towards the bottle.
She shot him a playful smile.
“There is always something to celebrate,” she said, rocking the bottle gently. “Bring over some glasses.”
He walked toward her empty handed and stopped behind the counter, keeping a buffer between them. She pouted and walked toward him.
“Well, if you need a reason to celebrate, your movie premiere’s this week,” she said, inching close enough for him to smell her perfume.
She set the bottle on the counter.
“If you prefer, we can celebrate in the bedroom instead,” she purred, her eyes filled with desire.
He had to look away. His cock was rock hard and was ready to make the decision for him. He had to end this quickly.
“Can I take a rain check?” he asked. “It has been a long day.”
She grinned mischievously and moved in closer, reaching for the belt on his robe. It easily let loose, exposing his raging, erect penis. She looked down and giggled.
“This won’t take long,” she purred, leaning in to kiss him.
He groaned and took her wrists in his hands, before she could grab his cock. She looked up at him, confusion replacing her desire.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her disappointment obvious.
He shook his head slowly.
“I’m serious. Not tonight.”
She let out a suffering sigh and stepped back. He felt conflicted. He didn’t want to upset her, he just wanted this night to end the way it was meant to. He tried to think of something to placate her.
“Come to the premiere with me on Thursday,” he offered, without enthusiasm.
Her smile returned.
“Really? I’d love to,” she said, satisfied. “I have the perfect dress. It’s light blue, so why don’t you wear that blue silk Roberto Cavalli tie, so we can match.”
He hid his impatience behind a t
ight smile.
“Sure,” he agreed, “now, how about you go home so I can get to sleep,” he said gently.
She nodded and picked up her purse from the counter. He led her to the door and she turned to kiss him goodnight. Placing his hands tenderly on the sides of her face, he kissed her on the forehead.
“Goodnight, Mia,” he said, ushering her out the door, his relief escaping with a long, drawn out sigh.
He made his way back to the bedroom and picked up his phone, grateful to see a text notification. He quickly pulled up his message. It was from Reagan. Thank you, God.
It’s time for you to cum for me.
He set his phone on the bed and calmly made his way to the shower. He turned on the water and shut his eyes as it flowed down over his body. With his eyes still shut, he unhooked the shower head and brought it to the underside of his cock and let the jet flow right on it. He imagined the powerful jet of water was Reagan’s tongue, licking his head, teasing him, and when his cum finally spurted out, splashing against the far wall of the shower in a powerful jet, he imagined it was flying into Reagan’s waiting mouth.
“Mine,” he moaned, as he held himself up against the wall, the hot water pouring down his body. Although he was exhausted and spent, he felt something else.
He smiled to himself, enjoying the solitude of the moment.
He felt peace.
CHAPTER 18
REAGAN
Reagan walked into the dog shelter, looking forward to walking Ragnar, who always helped her feel centered. Although she still had a small amount of regret, it was not directed at Ethan. She was more disappointed in herself. She prided herself on her self control, but in both interactions she’d shared with Ethan she let herself down.
He was so genuine and honest. His enthusiasm was infectious. For a brief moment she felt safe and comfortable enough to play as herself, not just as Lady Grace.
But that wasn’t everything. She didn’t want to admit it, but she really liked him. She could imagine someone like him in her life, an equal on every level. When she listened to him describe how he was feeling, she understood completely.
He wanted something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, something that had been out of reach for him. She had those same feelings. Something was missing from her life too. Something she imagined was so far out of reach, it pained her to think about it.
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