I turn and leave, knowing full well that I’ll be back very soon. I can’t stay away from her. I have about three more weeks left with her, and I’ll be damned if I waste anymore of that time.
I head back to my room, unable to get her taste from my mouth, and happy that it won’t leave.
14
Aria
I wake up early, still buzzing with excitement. Last night almost feels like a dream, and if it weren’t for the fact that the curtains are still drawn open, I might even think it really was.
But I know it wasn’t. Ethan came to me in the middle of the night, woke me up, and gave me the best orgasm of my life. I’m still floating high from it. That orgasm was better than any shot of heroin I ever took, because it couldn’t kill me and because there was a promise of more.
I can already see myself getting addicted to him. That was one of the most intense and erotic moments in my life, if not the most. I stretch and yawn, still thinking about his touch, and about his kiss.
I didn’t expect his kiss. I was beginning to think he didn’t want to get intimate with me in that way. But when he did kiss me, it shot a bolt of lightning through my core. I felt like I was floating on air again, ready to give myself to him even more.
I sigh and roll onto my side. I look up and out the window and can just see the tops of the buildings across the street. Cars drive by down below and I think I can hear people talking. I’m not sure what time it is, but I’m guessing it’s still pretty early based on the way the sun is shining.
I can’t help but think about something he said to me. When I begged him to fuck me, he said that I wasn’t ready. I didn’t understand what he meant, and still don’t.
I am ready. I don’t think he knows how much I actually want him. I thought I’d fuck him and it would just be like doing a job. Maybe I’d enjoy it a little bit, but in the end it would just be work. This isn’t like that, though.
I genuinely want him. If I weren’t getting paid, I’d still want him. If he were just some poor man with no money and no prospects, I’d still want him. I am ready for it, and frankly, I need it. But he’s still holding back from me, and I’m not totally sure why.
Maybe it has something to do with his past. I can’t really say how, but maybe he needs something from me before he thinks I’m ready to actually sleep with him. Things have been intimate as hell already between us, and I have no clue how I can do any more.
But I want to do more. I want to show him I’m ready. Maybe throwing that little tantrum was a bad idea. It definitely worked, but I can see how it was stupid of me.
I keep thinking of him as a normal man, but he’s far from normal. He’s rich and in control of an important company. His name pops up in the media from time to time, which means people are watching him and judging his moves.
Throwing a public tantrum like I did could easily have gotten his name in the papers, and I don’t think that’s something he wants. Ethan seems like an incredibly private man, despite working for a very public company and in a very public position. Despite living in his house for over a week, I feel like I still barely know him.
I need to be more discreet from now on. I promised him that I won’t do something like that again, and I definitely won’t. I just hope that it won’t have repercussions down the road for him.
I lie back and close my eyes, trying to imagine him again. His face firm against my thighs and his mouth and fingers know exactly what they’re doing. I feel a thrill run down my spine as my pussy gets wet again, surprising me a little bit by my own blind and intense desire.
I’m suddenly pulled out of my fantasy by a knock at the door. It’s just one knock, and I know it’s him. A second later, Ethan comes into the room.
He’s not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he’s only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs and a tight white t-shirt, showing off his body. He’s in impressive condition, with muscles bursting against the cotton. He smirks at me, and I know what that smile means.
“Good morning,” he says. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you alone for long.”
“Good morning.” I sit up and look at him.
He pulls his hands from behind his back and is holding another one of those silk pieces of rope. “We’re going to play another game.”
My heart quickens in my chest and I can’t help but smile. I didn’t expect this so soon, but I want it. “Okay,” I say.
“Good girl. Are you excited?”
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
“Good. Get out of bed.”
I quickly get up and stand in front of him. I’m half naked, still just wearing a new pair of panties, though already starting to get wet, and a black tank top.
“Stand at the foot of the bed,” he says. I obey and look at him, dripping wet, aching for his next command.
“Turn around and get down on your knees.”
I turn my back to him then get down on my knees. I look over my shoulder and watch as he comes up from behind me.
“Hands on the footboard,” he says.
I reach up and grasp it. He crosses my wrists, his body close to mine. I can feel his breath on my neck as he expertly ties my wrists together and then to the bed, cinching them tight, but not too tight.
He steps back and I turn to watch him.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
I spread them wide for him, arching my back a little bit, letting him see my ass. I’m dripping wet and I can barely hear over the pounding of my heart.
“Good,” he says. “That’s how I like you. Wet and willing.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, blushing slightly. “What else do you want me to do?” I ask him.
He walks over and stops behind me before crouching down. I feel his hands on my hips and I roll my head back as his lips find my neck. “Is this what you like?” he asks me.
“That feels good,” I say as he kisses my skin.
“Good.” He moves back suddenly and pushes me forward. I gasp as he spanks my ass, hard.
“Ethan!”
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”
I look over my shoulder at him, ass stinging slightly. “No,” I lie to him.
He grins and spanks me again, this time even harder. I groan, surprised at how the sensation makes me feel. I thought it would simply hurt and make me not want to play anymore, but it has the opposite effect. It makes me absolutely dripping wet, and almost feels strangely good.
I feel his hand rub my ass then slid down between my legs. He finds my soaking cleft and starts to rub my pussy with one hand. He takes my hair in the other and pulls my head back.
“Do you like pleasure, or do you like pain?” he asks.
“Pleasure,” I say.
He stops rubbing my pussy, but doesn’t release my hair. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t know,” I groan.
He releases my hair and pushes my head forward slightly before spanking my other ass cheek. I moan and he does it again, harder.
“You look gorgeous,” he says. “Dripping wet with two red hand prints on your ass.” His fingers find my pussy again, rubbing me from behind over my useless and soaked panties.
“Why do you tease me?” I ask him suddenly, blurting it out.