Chapter Ten
Kayla
I had been wondering what it would be like to kiss Ethan. It was why I tried so hard to hate him, because I knew it was wrong to desire another man when I was engaged. But, Mick and I weren't in a relationship anymore and I was free to be with anyone I wanted.
Ethan's mouth was firm upon mine, insistent, urgent, and hot as hell. I opened my mouth to him, and the kiss deepened as he pulled me into his strong arms. I sighed with pleasure.
"Make love me," I breathed, and his mouth flew open wide with happy surprise. I couldn't believe I spoken the words aloud. Sure, I'd been thinking them, but it was so unlike me to act so impulsively. I could only blame it on the alcohol; why else would be acting this way? The only other man I'd ever been with was Mick, and we had just broken up less than hour ago. This had to be a mistake. I needed to take the words back.
Ethan took me by the hand and started to lead me up the grand staircase that led to the second floor of his elaborate mansion. Everything was so beautiful, shining, and grand. It was like living in a museum or a fairytale mansion.
That's when I realized that maybe I deserved this moment. Maybe, after all these years of working hard to please a man who never really loved me, I deserved a night of fairytale romance. I was the damsel in distress, and Ethan was my heroic prince taking me up to his tower for a night of passion.
Was it careless and even a little a wrong? Maybe, but I didn't care. The liquor had helped free me from my normal inhibitions and my broken heart had taught me to live in the moment. I was doing this for myself, and I was going to enjoy every moment of it.
We reached the doorway at the top of the stairs and I gasped in surprise as Ethan hoisted me into his arms and carried me through the threshold like a virgin princess.
His bed was an enormous California king made of exquisitely carved, dark-cherry wood. The silk comforter felt like heaven as I luxuriated in the feel of it.
When Ethan stripped off his clothes to stand naked before me, I couldn't help but admire his incredible physique. His tan skin was rippling with muscles. I wanted to run my hands down his smooth chest and over his washboard abs. As he stood before me, I started to peel off my clothes, too.
"No, wait," he instructed. "Let me do it."
He climbed onto the bed to lay beside me. Kissing my lips and running his hands through my hair, I hardly noticed as he began to lift up my soft, pink tee-shirt. He pulled it over my head and buried his face in the cleavage of my bra. Then, he kissed his way down my flat stomach till he came to the waist of my jeans.
He unfastened the buttons of my 501s, kissing his lips over the top of my silk panties as he went. Sighs of pleasure escaped my lips, and I was eager for him to move faster. I reached for my jeans and started to pull them off my waist, but Ethan stopped me again.
"You are an impatient little thing," he chided playfully. "I'm going to have to teach you how to savor the moment. Good things come to the one who waits. It's a lesson I'll teach you tonight. Now, don't move again."
He placed my hands behind my head and commanded me to keep them there, threatening mischievously, "If you can't do it, I'll have to tie your hands in place."
Smiling up at him, I giggled, "I'll behave; I promise."
Ethan returned to the work at hand, slowly peeling off my jeans, inch by inch, kissing me over the top of my underwear, then down my naked thighs, all the way down my legs, until he pulled my jeans completely off and tossed them onto the floor. He returned and unclasped my bra, pulling it up over my arms where I stubbornly kept my hands clasped behind my head, making him unable to remove the bra the rest of the way.
"You told me not to move," I said teasingly.
"So I did. Good girl." Ethan smirked approvingly.
Next, he lavished his attention on my breasts, starting with the left and then moving on to the right. He held them in his hands, kissing every inch of them in an intricate circle until he came to the nipples at the very center. There, he spent the most time — lapping, licking, kissing, nipping, and nibbling. I arched my back, squirming in delight beneath his incredible touch. Mick had never been much into foreplay, and I had never before experienced such pleasure.
Soon, my panties were dripping wet and I was gasping and moaning, begging for more. When Ethan had had enough, he peeled my drenched panties from my body and tossed them to the ground.
"Look how wet you are," he said, rubbing my soaked pussy with his fingers. A jolt of pleasure rocketed through my body and I instantly wanted more. He moved his fingers with such deliberate slowness, it was driving me mad with desire.
"Fuck me now," I moaned and reached down to grab his cock. I tried to draw him closer, anxious to feel him inside me, but he removed himself from my reach.
"Naughty girl," he chastised. "Didn't I tell you not to move, that I was going to teach you how to draw out your pleasure?"
"Just fuck me now," I said. That's all Mick had ever done. With him, it was always in and out, over so quickly that most of the time, I didn't have an orgasm.
Now I had already come all over my panties and Ethan hadn't even put his dick inside me. I could just imagine what incredible pleasures would come if he would just get on with it and enter me, and I didn't want to have to wait.
"You want me to fuck you?" he growled. "I'll fuck you till you can't stop screaming."
He suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over so I was laying on my stomach. With rough hands, he yanked me up so I was kneeling on my hands and knees in the center of the bed. With almost violent force, he entered me from behind, slamming his rock-hard dick into my quivering slot with one, satisfying move. Gripping my hips, he fucked me from behind with such forcefulness, I had to brace myself against each powerful thrust.
This was what I had been wanting, and it was incredible. Ethan was so much bigger than Mick was — and so much more satisfying. Mick had no imagination, finesse, or talent. Ethan's incredible foreplay had me so ready to come, I orgasmed at the moment he entered me. Far from being the two-pump chump that Mick was, I was amazed at the way Ethan was able to keep going and going. My orgasm cane to an end, and still, he was fucking me.
Suddenly, I felt a painful stinging slap on my right butt cheek that made me cry out in surprise. It came again, and I looked back over my shoulder to see Ethan was spanking me with the tails of a black leather flogger.
"You are a naughty little girl, and you need to be taught a lesson," he said as he kept whipping me on the ass with the flogger.
I couldn't believe it. I had never experienced anything even remotely like this in my entire life. The tails of the soft leather flogger smacking against the tender skin of my bare buttocks hurt, but at the same time, it sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through my body that radiated deep inside me. It was sensual, erotic, orgasmic.
His hard cock was still buried deep inside my cunt, and I found myself rocking back to thrust across the length of him, fucking him passionately with each smack of the whip. The orgasm that swelled up inside me was more powerful than any I had ever experienced. Screams of intense pleasure ripped through my throat as I found myself unable to stop moaning. Pure pleasure jolted through every cell of my body, making it impossible to move or even breathe, and yet somehow I was still rocking back, fucking his hard dick as he whipped me again and again.
Finally, he threw down the whip and flipped me over onto my back. He bent my legs up so high my ankles were touching my shoulders and entered my rippling pussy from a new angle. I felt him orgasm deep inside me and I climaxed along with him, but I couldn't say if this was yet another orgasm, or the same one having never ended.
It was the most incredibly intense sexual experience of my entire life, and I couldn't believe my body was capable of feeling such incredible depths of pleasure.
When at last the waves of my climax began to ebb, I lay beside Ethan, naked and sweaty, until my breathing began to slow back to normal.
"I've never done anything like that before," I confessed to him.
"BDSM games?" Ethan guessed correctly. "I hope I didn't over do it."
I smiled to ease the worried look on his face and said honestly, "No, I really liked it. I'm glad you showed me how incredible it could be. I never would have had the guts to try something like that with Mick, but with you, I felt safe. I knew you wouldn't really hurt me."
"Good." Ethan grinned and said softly, "I want you to always feel safe with me. I didn't do it to scare you, but to teach you. Now, let's see if you learned your lesson."
Grinning at me, he placed my hands behind my head and told me not to move them. We made love all night long. Sometimes, I was a good girl and showed him that I had indeed learned to be patient, and when I did, the pleasures he gave me were indeed well worth the wait. Other times, I was a naughty girl and lavished in the punishment he gave me with the leather flogger again.
As dawn crested over the California horizon, we both finally collapsed with exhaustion, feeling utterly satisfied in every way, and drifted into a deep and dreamless slumber. It had been one hell of a night, and one that I would always remember.
After a few hours of rest, I awoke and saw that Ethan was still snoring soundly beside me. Silently, I slipped out of bed and tip-toed across the room. I wanted to be gone by the time he awoke.
Although I didn't regret even one moment of what we had done, in the light of day, I knew that it had been a mistake. He had been my employer, and I was a woman who just broke off an engagement. For us to have a relationship was impossible. As incredible as last night was, it needed to remain a one-night stand.
Scooping up my clothes, I carried them downstairs and put them on in the front hall so I wouldn't wake him. I called a cab and met the driver down by the gate.
"Where to?" the taxi driver asked as I got into the back. It was a good question, and one I needed an answer to. I gave him an address and stared out the window as we drove away from the lavish, Beverly Hills mansion.
"Goodbye, Ethan," I said aloud. It hurt more than I thought it would, but I knew this was the best thing. I would never see him again.