Carefully, I take off my jacket and toss it over the back of a chair. I roll up my sleeves then slowly climb into bed.
She stirs softly as I roll her onto her back, spreading her legs. She mumbles something as I kiss her stomach.
“Ethan?” she says.
I don’t respond. I kiss lower until I find her pussy, taking a deep breath, relishing her scent. I begin to kiss her over her panties. I kiss her pussy, her inner thigh, her stomach, and I know she’s wide awake now.
I slowly slide the panties down her legs, not saying a word. She doesn’t move, but I catch her watching me, her eyes slightly wide. Not from fear, but from pure excitement. I toss her panties onto the floor before moving back down between her legs.
She’s wet already and getting wetter. I begin to lap her up, sucking her clit, enjoying her taste. I love the soft noises she starts making, almost as if she can’t help herself, like she’s trying to hold them back. Maybe she wants to try and pretend to still be asleep, as if that were my fetish or something.
I want her to wake the fuck up. I slide two fingers deep into her pussy and she gasps and lets out a deep moan. I grin at her then go back to work, fingers deep inside of her, mouth and lips on her swollen clit.
I keep licking her, nibbling her, sliding my fingers in and out of her. I listen as her moans get louder and she suddenly wraps her fingers through my hair as I press my tongue against her clit just the right way.
“Oh shit,” she groans. I begin to fuck her faster with my fingers, pushing them deep and sliding them back out. She squirms against me, writhing her hips, and I keep licking and sucking her clit as I fuck her with my fingers.
I get up on my knees, getting more leverage as I keep fucking her with my fingers. Her groans turn into full-on moans, loud and full. She says my name, again and again, and my cock is hard as fuck as I keep sucking her perfect clit.
I can’t stop. I intended to get her to the edge then pull back, but I can’t stop myself. She’s getting louder, writhing faster, pressing my face faster as she moves her hips, and I know she’s close. I can practically taste her dangling on the edge of finally getting off, and I want it. I want to taste her come in my mouth as my fingers fuck her tight little pussy.
I’m losing my mind as I keep going, keep working her. I’m hard as fuck and barely holding myself back from taking her tight little cunt as my own. I keep fucking her, sliding my fingers in, sucking her clit.
“Ethan, fuck, I’m so close,” she moans.
I look up at her, fingers sliding in harder, fucking her deeper. “Come for me,” I command her. “Right now. I want to taste it.”
“Ethan!” she gasps.
“Go ahead. Come in my mouth, you filthy fucking girl. I want it.”
“Oh god,” she moans and I go back to work, sucking her, sliding my fingers in faster, until her back starts to arch and I know she’s coming.
Her voice gets louder, lower, and her fingers grab my hair tightly. Her whole body reacts and I don’t let up. I keep fucking her pussy though I pull back and watch her face as she comes. She’s fucking gorgeous, in absolute ecstasy, and I can barely fucking handle it myself. She comes hard and says my name, over and over, like she’s begging for more.
When she’s finally done, I slide my fingers out from her then gently lick her up again. I tease her clit and lick her pussy, sliding my tongue inside, tasting her every drop.
“Ethan,” she moans. “Please.”
“Please what?” I ask.
She sits forward and pulls my face up. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing deep. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please.”
I look at her for a second then gently pull away from her, smiling and shaking my head. “No,” I say, and I get off the bed.
“What?”
“No,” I say again. “I won’t.”
“But...” She trails off, watching me.
“You’re not ready,” I say.
“I’m ready.” Her eyes are bright and excited. “Ethan, please. I’m ready.”
I stand next to the bed and take her cheek in my hand, looking down at her gorgeous face. I pause for a second and in that moment, I want to fuck her. I think she really means it. I think she genuinely wants me to take her, not just as my escort and my pet, but as herself. There are no barriers or guards up right now, it’s just her, just Aria watching me with desperate and desiring eyes.
I can’t do it, though. I can’t give in to her. This is meant to be her punishment, even if she does genuinely want it.
Instead, I kiss her. I can’t help myself. I kiss her full and deep and she kisses me back with a hunger that surprises me. She presses herself closer to me, arms wrapped around my neck, and we kiss like that for what seems like forever, though it’s likely only a few seconds. She tastes like wildflowers and fresh grass, and I’m surprised by how deeply I lose myself in the moment.
But eventually, I get control over myself, and I slowly pull back. She looks up at me, not sure of what’s happening.
“This is your punishment,” I say softly.
Recognition enters her eyes and she gives me a sly smile. “You heard about that.”
“You’ve been bad. Very bad.” I reach forward and take her hair, kneeling down next to the bed. “You could have embarrassed me, you know.”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’ve just been so lonely.”
I watch her for a second, but I don’t feel anger, which surprises me.
It’s true that she could have embarrassed me. My position isn’t the kind of thing that allows for that kind of public display. I’m not exactly famous, but there are people in this world who would love to get a scoop on me and possibly destroy me. I do have to be careful, and Aria risked that by throwing her things into the street.
But I don’t feel anger. I gently release her hair, realizing that I feel more alive and excited than I have in a long time. It’s stupid and risky, but maybe I need stupid and risky sometimes.
“Don’t do it again,” I say.
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Good.” I stand up.
“But please,” she says. “Visit me more. Don’t leave me alone in here. The walks are nice but... they’re not enough.”
I stare at her for a moment and I get another glimpse of her genuine self. I can see it written all over her face. She’s desperate for more attention.
And I want to give it to her. The out-of-control feeling I get around her maybe isn’t as bad as I first thought. Maybe it feels pretty damn good, actually. I just need to be careful.
But she’s mine, my pet, and I have to make sure that she’s happy. I screwed up by leaving her alone, but I’ll make up for that.
“I promise,” I say. “I won’t leave you alone for too long again.”
She smiles and looks relieved. “Thank you.”
“Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.”
She nods and I turn away, walking over to the chair. I grab my jacket and toss it over my shoulder before looking back at her.
She’s sitting up in bed, watching me with wide, gorgeous, innocent eyes. She’s flushed from getting off and she’s biting her lip, clearly confused about what just happened. Her hair is messy and her shirt is slightly askew. She looks more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her before.