He finishes on the one side then goes around the bed and repeats the procedure.
“I love the feeling of this ass under my palm,” he says. “I like that you’re willing to lay there, moaning and taking it. You’re my pet and you know it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, losing myself in the game. “I’m your little pet. And I shouldn’t disobey you.”
“That’s right. This is what happens when you do. I’ll tie you up nice and tight then spank your ass.”
“Ethan,” I gasp when he hits me harder, one last time.
He stops and steps back. He admires my ass, smiling huge. “Perfect,” he says.
I squirm against the ropes again, wanting him to put his hands back on me. He kneels down at the side of the bed and runs his fingers through my hair.
“You want more, don’t you?” he asks softly.
I nod my head, mouth hanging open, and I realize that it’s true. I’m not acting anymore. I want him to touch me. I want his fingers between my legs, his hard cock between my lips.
“Not tonight,” he says, standing.
“What?” I ask, surprised.
“No, not tonight. You don’t deserve it tonight.” He turns and starts walking to the door.
“Wait,” I say. “Ethan. Please.”
He pauses. I can’t see him, but I know he’s nearby. I try to turn my head, but I can’t roll over.
“Please, what?” he asks.
I pause, biting my lip. What do I want, exactly? Do I really want him to touch me? Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t. I could just play along with these games, letting him spoil me. I don’t know what he really wants, and I don’t want to push him away. I don’t want to be greedy. I’m afraid that if I tell him how badly I want to feel him press his body against me, sinking his cock deep between my legs, that I’ll ruin the moment. I don’t want to risk that.
“Don’t leave me,” I say instead, hedging my bet.
I can hear the grin in his voice. “You want me to untie you?”
“Maybe,” I say. “What do you want?”
He pauses and I wish I could see his face. Then he walks back over to me and unties my ankles then my wrists, one after the other.
I sit up on my side, watching him. He puts the silk away in the dresser by the side of the bed then crosses his arms.
“Enough for tonight,” he says. “Dinner is on the cart.” He nods at the cart parked over by the table.
“Okay,” I say, suddenly afraid. Did I do something wrong? I don’t want to displease him, and I definitely don’t want this to be over.
He walks over to me and takes my chin, tilting my head up toward him, and he slowly moves down toward me. I feel a thrill, thinking he’s going to kiss me, but instead he presses his lips against my ear.
“You did well, my pet,” he whispers. “We’ll finish another night.” He moves away and leaves the room before I can say anything.
I hear the door shut and I collapse back onto the bed, practically panting with pent-up desire.
I can’t believe how much I want it. I’ve never felt this way before, ever. Oh sure, I’ve wanted sex before, but not like this. I feel like I’m hanging from a cliff, barely held up by ropes, and all I want is for him to let me fall. It’s dangerous and thrilling and exhilarating.
And I didn’t expect to feel this way. It doesn’t hurt that he’s so damn attractive, but it’s more than that. It’s the way he teases me, taking me a little further but backing off, never giving me what I want. I know he’s in control, even if I don’t want him to be.
Part of me wanted to tear those ropes off and take him, pull him into the bed with me, beg him to make me feel good. I knew that would ruin everything, but still, I wanted it. I wanted it so badly I can barely think.
I have to lay there for a while, maybe a half hour, trying to get myself together. Eventually, I calm down enough to change my clothes and eat the food. It’s good, though it’s cold.
As I go to bed that night, I keep thinking about him, about Ethan and his control. I want to understand it and get past it. I want him to make me feel good.
I want to be his spoiled little pet.
9
Ethan
I couldn’t get the image of Aria tied up to the bed out of my mind all the next day.
I wanted to fuck her. I can’t say it any other way. I wanted to slide my thick cock deep inside of her pussy, keeping her tied up like that, but I couldn’t let myself. Not yet, at least.
She liked it. I could tell she liked it. As soon as I put my hand near her pussy I could feel her heat and practically taste her dripping cunt. She was squirming for it the whole time, and not once did I think I was pushing her too far. It was a simple little spanking, but I could tell she’s never been bound up like that before.
I don’t normally do that with women. It’s true, I have a thing for control, but I don’t show that to the average woman that I bring home. Normally I just get them off and get myself off and that’s enough. But with Aria, I know I need something more. I know she needs it, too.
I keep picturing her perfect round ass as I spank it over and over. I keep getting hard at my desk as I imagine my red palm prints on her perfect, smooth white ass. It drives me fucking crazy, and I crave release, but I know that won’t help anything.
Although there’s more work to be done, around eight that night I have to go home. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t keep pretending like the only thing I want to do is be at home with Aria. I call the car, say goodnight to the few people still working late, and head back through the city.
As I watch the houses flash by, I can’t help but think about how I don’t really know her, not yet at least. I feel like I know her, but I don’t really. I don’t know where she came from and even if her real name is Aria. I suspect it might be, but I’m only just guessing. She doesn’t seem like she’s very good at acting, as evidenced by her little slipups toward the end of our session, but I can’t be sure.
I decide that I’m going to play a different sort of game tonight. Maybe not exactly a game, more like something normal. Once the car pulls up, I head right inside.
Jenkins meets me in the kitchen. “Home early tonight, sir,” he says.
“Yes, I am. How’s Aria?”
“She’s well,” Jenkins says. “Wanted more movies today. And requested some skin lotion.”
I grin at that. “Send dinner up to her room. For both of us. Please.”
“Of course.” Jenkins turns and walks off.
My heart is beating fast and I realize that I’m excited like a little boy as I take the stairs two at a time. I quickly reach her door and stop just short of barging in, gathering myself. I have to get myself under control. I need to be calm and collected when I see her.
Control is what separates us from the animals. We can control ourselves, force ourselves to be calm and to do things we don’t necessarily want to do. I’m obsessed with control because it proves to me that I’m above the animals, that I’m greater than them.
Except sometimes, it feels so fucking good to lose myself. All of my worries, my troubles, they drop away and I can embrace the animal inside of me. That’s how I feel when I’m fucking, but when I’m playing these games, it’s a different sort of release.