He wanted to fuck Reagan, he wanted to somehow redeem himself for allowing her to do what she’d done to him, and at the same time, he wanted to thank her for creating such a bond, a bond that transcended normal sex.
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He helped her finish preparing their dinner by mixing the salad and slicing the bread. Good natured teasing, laughter and conversation came naturally to both of them as they shared their meal. The food was delicious and he complimented her over and over.
It was wonderful spending time with her and he didn’t want the evening to end, but it was getting late. He helped her clean the kitchen, even after she insisted that she would do it the next morning. He didn’t mind helping and it gave him a little more time with her.
Finally, near midnight, he knew it was time to say goodnight. As they stood in her doorway, he pulled her into a sensual hug, enjoying her warm body next to his. She looked up into his face, her eyes content and happy.
His cock throbbed with desire for her. He still hadn’t cum, and he wasn’t sure he could leave with all that lust stored up inside him.
He reached around to the back of her head and grabbed her, pulling her face forward, forcing her lips onto his.
She succumbed instantly to his aggression, opening her mouth and letting him probe her with his tongue.
She moaned in pleasure, surrendering herself to his kiss, and just when it was reaching its peak, he broke it off.
She looked up at him, confused.
“May I kiss you?” he said, his voice a gravely, harsh grunt.
She laughed, but he didn’t join her.
“I ought to fuck you right here and now,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and held his challenging gaze.
“Then why don’t you?” she said, giving him the most coquettish smile he’d ever seen.
He knew if he did, it would somehow mean he was the one surrendering. He’d be the one losing whatever game it was they were playing. He wanted her so badly, but he was also determined not to show weakness, not to give her any reason to doubt he was able to handle her and her kinky games.
After all, it was those games that had locked him onto her in the first place.
She smiled warmly and lifted her chin. He placed his hands on her face and kissed her again, softly this time, waiting for her mouth to part. Finally she invited in his tongue and he kissed her long and passionately.
As they kissed, he opened his belt and let his pants fall down around his knees.
Reagan gasped.
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle the anticipation any longer?” she teased.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?” he growled.
“I already told you, if you want to fuck me, fuck me.”
He sighed. His competitive nature wouldn’t let him lose the game so easily.
“I’m not going to, but I’m going to put my mark on you.”
“Your mark?”
“I have to show you that you’re mine, even if I don’t surrender to my lust.”
“Yours?” she said, challengingly.
“Mine,” he repeated, and he opened her skirt, pulling it down.
His cock was so hard and engorged that it was only moments from orgasm. He pressed it against the outside of her panties, desperate for release.
“You’re going to be mine, you kinky minx,” he growled, and pulled forward the elastic of her panties.
Without giving her a moment to react, he pressed his cock against her and gasped as his cock finally released all the sexual frustration it had built up. His cum spilled onto the smooth skin above her clit, drenching her.
Ethan let out a long, satisfying growl as his semen poured out of him and onto Reagan’s clit, down over the lips of her pussy, and all over the inside of her panties.
He looked into her eyes as he finished coming, unsure how she felt about what he was doing.
He pulled up his pants and closed the zip, then he pulled up Reagan’s skirt.
“Now,” he said. “Here’s my order to you. Sleep in those soaked panties. Don’t change them until tomorrow.”
She nodded.
“And I’m taking you on a date,” he said. “It’s my turn to take care of you, show you some of my unique talents.”
CHAPTER 25
REAGAN
Reagan woke the next morning with mixed feelings.
Her date with Ethan had been perfect, the memory of all they’d done still making her tingle. She was pleased by how well the evening went, their play, the intimacy, the conversation, and their connection. Even the food turned out perfect!
She was also extremely turned on by what they’d done, especially when he’d broken through her rules and taken control.
That wasn’t supposed to happen, but as she lay in her still damp panties, soaked with his cum, something felt good about it.
Ethan was also so much fun to be around and he really seemed to like her.
So why was she so apprehensive?
Was it all too good to be true?
Was she afraid to get her hopes up?
What if she fell in love with him and the feelings weren’t reciprocated?
Or worse, what if they were?
Then what?
Ethan had opened her eyes to new possibilities and she could feel herself responding, her body, mind, and spirit.
Her mind drifted to different fantasies and scenarios about him, and not just sexy thoughts. She pictured them doing things normal couples do, shopping together, eating ice cream at the beach, walking the dog, talking about anything and everything with one another. It seemed just within their grasp, and yet, not.
Their lives were so different. Ethan was so well known.
How could she ever fit into his life?
Would she be comfortable living her life so open to public opinion and scrutiny?
Would the public accept her as Ethan’s partner?
She didn’t think so.
Yes, mixed feelings.
Once again, Reagan chose to put her worries aside and focused instead on the connection they’d had. Her sexy memories heating her up as she stepped into the shower. She remembered Ethan’s warm mouth on hers, parting her lips, his tongue teasing her own. As the hot water trickled down her skin, she imagined that it was his mouth and hands exploring her body, touching her softly and sensually, her flesh responding to his gentle caresses. She could feel her arousal growing, her moist pussy aching to be touched.
She knew she was going against Ethan’s natural instincts. His dominant, possessive traits. She knew he wanted to fuck her, to dominate her, to make her completely his.
She felt her pussy grow wet as she teased her clit with her finger. She ran her finger in quick little circles as she thought of his long, hard cock entering her. She still hadn’t let him do that. She knew he wanted it so badly he was ready to explode. She knew he was going out on a limb with her, experiencing new things, and she was thrilled that he was putting himself in that vulnerable position just for her.
“Oh, Ethan,” she mouthed silently, as she slid first one, and then a second finger into her wet pussy.
She clenched her breast in her free hand, squeezing the nipple hard and toying it between her fingers. As she slid her fingers in and out of herself, she felt her climax wash over her, just as the water of the shower was washing over her body.
For several minutes, she continued to gently massage her clit as the hot water continued to pour down her body. She imagined it was Ethan’s tongue flicking and sucking on her clit, his fingers exploring her folds. She could feel her pleasure intensifying, blossoming into more deeply satisfying orgasms. She moaned quietly and leaned onto the cool shower wall, allowing the waves of pleasure to course through her body.
She gave herself a moment to recover, and catch her breath. She wanted to be with him, in every way, but she was so afraid.
She wanted to let him do to her, all the things she knew he wanted to do.<
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She wanted to free him to ravage her pussy with all his brute force and might.
She wanted to be his, to be dominated by him, to feel his manhood force its way through all her defenses and barriers and cum inside her with the most overpowering, shuddering climax of his life.
She didn’t only want to play games with him, and she prayed he wanted more than that from her too.
After breakfast, she opened her laptop to read her emails. She had a few requests to meet from potential new clients. She read them over several times, hesitant to reply. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to meet any new clients.
She wasn’t really sure of anything any more. She was preoccupied and distracted with thoughts about Ethan. That was certain. And she was having a really hard time concentrating. She let out a long sigh.
“Get it together, girl,” she whispered to herself.
She shut her laptop, threw her phone in her purse, slipped on her shoes, and left the apartment. She needed some fresh air. Before she even got out the front door of her building, her phone chirped and she felt her stomach do a little flip. She took her purse off her shoulder and fumbled in the bag, searching for her phone.
Good morning beautiful. Hope you slept well. I sure did.
She smiled at her phone and prepared herself to reply when his second message came in.
Can I take you out Wednesday? I cleared my schedule. Yes, a real date. Are you okay with boats?
She grinned. Ready or not, she was excited to see him again.
Good morning to you, handsome. Wednesday could work. I guess it depends on the boat. Are we talking a canoe?
Still standing in her lobby, she opened the calendar on her phone and saw that she had a client visiting that evening. She would have to reschedule. She wasn’t sure how long her date with Ethan would last, but she was sure she would not want to work afterward. His response came in.
It’s slightly bigger than a canoe. Let’s just say it has room for staff. LOL. Borrowing my friend’s boat for the day. So, are you saying yes? :)
She shook her head, trying to process what she was reading. Spending a day on the ocean, in the sun, a cool fresh breeze, and all the time in the world with Ethan. No worries about crowds or distractions, just his full and undivided attention. It sounded like heaven.
I’m saying yes. :)
She pushed send and took a deep breath. She was just going to enjoy the moment and not think too far ahead. She would let him lead the way. She sighed again, but it was okay. This was good. He made her feel safe.
Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven AM and we’ll drive to the Long Beach Marina. Bring sunscreen. Clothing optional ... meaning wear what you like. ;)
She giggled like a girl. She loved his confidence and she hadn’t felt so feminine, excited, and taken care of in a very long time.
CHAPTER 26
ETHAN
Ethan’s date with Reagan was the next day and he was so looking forward to seeing her again that he found it difficult to concentrate on anything else.
He finished making all the arrangements and was looking forward to a relaxing day on the ocean. He wasn’t sure where they would go just yet, but he spoke to the Harmony’s Captain and was assured that they were fully stocked with good food and wine and could go wherever they liked for the day. The weather also promised to be ideal.
He was grateful to Steven for letting him use the yacht. All he had to do was cover the cost of the fuel and pay the staff for the day. It was actually good timing as Steven had just brought the boat back from Hawaii where it had been docked for nearly a year, and was preparing to cruise around Cape Horn in a few weeks. Sounded like it was going to be an amazing trip.
He had partied on the Harmony many times, as a guest of Steven’s, but it had been a few years. It was a gorgeous piece of machinery, total luxury. Reagan was going to love it!
Rescheduling for Wednesday proved to be a little more challenging than he thought it would. He was being pulled in so many directions. Things were always crazy in the early stages of movie projects, especially for the Executive Producer, but he was determined to squeeze in whatever he had to in order to give himself the day off.
He was just wrapping things up and was ready to call it a day when his phone rang. He stared down at his phone on the desk and saw Kirk’s name. Shit, it was eight PM. He was an hour late for their meeting.
“Kirk,” he said smoothly, “I keep doing this to you. I’m so sorry, man.”
He heard Kirk sigh heavily on the other end.
“Seriously, my day just got away from me. Are you still at the pub?”
“Yeah, but I’m already on my third martini. I need to order some dinner. Do you want to reschedule, or ...?” Kirk asked stiffly.
Ethan considered it for a moment, but knew Kirk wouldn’t be thrilled with him rescheduling again.
“No man, I could use a quick bite. I’m just about to close shop and head over. Are you good to wait for me? Do you just want to order me something? I’ll be there in fifteen.”
Kirk grumbled his reply but Ethan knew his charm always worked on him.
“Sure, I’ll order a couple of T-bones. Medium, right?”
Ethan felt his stomach growl at the mention of steak. He was famished.
“Medium works for me. See you soon, buddy.”
He grabbed his keys and his wallet from the desk and left the building.
Traffic wasn’t too heavy and he managed to make it to the restaurant in good time. Just over fifteen minutes. As he made his way to the table he saw that the server was just putting the plates on the table.
“Good evening, Mr. McLaughlin. May I bring you a drink?” she asked.
He nodded as he sat down.
“Please. I’ll have a glass of red. Cabernet Sauvignon, anything from California.”
The server nodded. Kirk held up his finger, indicating he wanted another drink.
“Of course. I hope your steak is to your liking. Can I offer either of you some fresh ground pepper?” she asked, holding out the pepper mill.
They both declined and the waitress nodded and stepped away.
“Wow, this looks great,” Ethan said, inhaling deeply. “Smells great too.”
He looked at Kirk and saw he wasn’t smiling.
“Are you still mad?” he asked.
Kirk nodded but smiled anyway.
“Yeah, we have a lot to talk about and I’m half in the bag,” he grinned. “How are things coming along with that project. Are you on track?”
Ethan shrugged.
“Yes, things are going okay. You know, one day at a time. We’ve managed to secure all our investors, so money’s no longer a concern. Now it’s just scouting locations and negotiating for the talent. I just hired a new casting director. We can finally set a production schedule. I think we’re looking good.”
The waitress returned with Ethan’s wine and another martini for Kirk. They ate the rest of their meal and discussed different business opportunities Kirk thought Ethan might be interested in. He was surprised that Ethan seemed indifferent to much of what he’d brought him.
“What’s up, buddy? You seem distracted,” Kirk said, polishing off the last of his martini.
Ethan shrugged. He’d been thinking about Reagan and their date the next day. It wasn’t like him to lose focus. He was typically so driven. He had to admit, Reagan was a welcome distraction. He was happy.
“Yeah, I guess I am. Sorry,” Ethan said, sipping his second glass of wine.
He grinned as though he’d just recalled a private joke and gently shook his head, a gesture not lost on Kirk.
“What is it?” Kirk said.
Ethan shook his head again.
“Nothing.”
He grinned though, and Kirk didn’t let it go.
“No, really, tell me what it is. This isn’t like you. Are you feeling okay?”
Ethan smiled.
“I’m fine. Better than fine. I met someone.”
Kirk regarded the news.
“Who is it? Anyone I know?” he asked casually.
Ethan shook his head. He hesitated for a moment wondering how much to share. Finally he spoke.
“Her name’s Reagan. You wouldn’t know her. She’s not in the industry,” he said, smiling as he thought of her.
Kirk nodded.
“I see. Well how did you come to meet her?”
Ethan shrugged, not certain how Kirk would react. He tilted his head and smiled.
“Do you remember me telling you a few weeks ago about wanting to explore something new?”
Kirk nodded, encouraging Ethan to continue.
“I met her online. She’s the woman I spoke to you about.”
Kirk chuckled.
“You mean the prostitute?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
Ethan’s smile faded. He didn’t like Kirk’s tone, but it didn’t surprise him. He knew how it looked.
“She’s not a prostitute,” he said quietly. “I told you, she’s a professional domme.”
Kirk shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m not sure why that makes any difference,”he said, his directness irritating Ethan. “She’s someone you pay to professionally “pleasure” you, however she does it. That’s the way I see it and that’s the way the rag mags will see it too.”
Ethan took a long sip of his wine, processing Kirk’s words. He wasn’t wrong. The press would love a story like this. They wouldn’t care about the feelings involved, or that Reagan was a good person, or that Ethan liked her a lot. They’d spin it so that it was dirty and sordid and provocative and they wouldn’t let it go.
He would have to keep it under the radar.
“It’s not what you think, Kirk. Maybe at first it was. I was just exploring and wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was so much more than I anticipated. Reagan’s different. She’s thoughtful, and sensitive, and genuine, and really beautiful. We connected in a way I don’t think either of us was expecting. She’s just very different from anyone I’ve ever met,” he said. “I really want to get to know her better. Besides, how is what she does for a living any different than what I do? We both entertain people for money. We’re both actors in a way, aren’t we? Following scripts and acting out scenes?”
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