Chapter Thirty-Five
Kayla
At first, I had been thrilled and excited to be Ethan's sex slave, but now, as I crept through the mansion, completely naked, I was having second thoughts.
The chef and the maid were always in the kitchen this time of the afternoon. What would they think when I strolled in completely naked carrying a pile of willow reeds? I would be mortified, but I had sworn to obey and Ethan had promised the rewards would be worth it.
Taking a deep breath for courage, I pushed open the kitchen door and waltzed in only to find it was completely empty. A note on the counter had Ethan's distinctive handwriting. It read, Tell the staff to take the rest of the weekend off.
So, he had known all the while the house would be empty and let me worry for nothing. I wanted to kill him, but I was too relieved. I filled a tall glass with ice from the refrigerator and carried everything upstairs.
Ethan was standing in the center of the room with his shirt off and his muscles rippling. He looked stern, powerful, and sexy as hell. I felt weak and small as I stood before him, completely naked and vulnerable — and incredibly aroused.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, and at once, I obeyed.
"Yes, master," I said meekly as I held up the reeds and the glass to him. "Here are the items you wanted me to fetch for you."
He snatched them from my hands without so much as a thank you and began to pace around me in a slow circle, analyzing me as I knelt before him.
"Lay on the bed, with your body in the center and your head hanging over the side," he said thoughtfully, and I did as I'd been told. He hovered over my head and stripped off his clothes so he was now just as naked as I was. His marvelous crotch was positioned right in front of my face, and he instructed, "Lick my cock."
I opened my mouth and prepared to take him into it, when suddenly, I felt the sharp sting of a willow branch striking my thigh like a whip. "No, don't suck it. Listen to the commands I'm giving you. I said, ‘lick my cock.’"
Understanding now what he wanted, I extended my tongue and lapped along the length of his hard dick, licking him slowly and sensuously. His groan of pleasure let me know I was doing it right, and knowing that I had pleased him sent a ripple of delight in my pussy.
"Touch yourself," Ethan suddenly commanded, startling me. "Touch yourself with your fingers while you lick my cock."
I did as I'd been told and began to delicate massage my clitoris while I lapped over the head of his throbbing cock. The effect was far more arousing than I would have thought, and soon I was panting with pleasure.
"Good girl, now suck on my cock and stick your fingers inside your cunt. I want to see you fuck yourself while you fuck me with your mouth."
Obeying was incredibly arousing. I sucked his cock harder as my own fingers slid in and out of my hot, wet tunnel, making me writhe on the bed with pleasure. He would command me to move faster or slower. If I responded too slowly, I would feel the punishing flick of the reed whipping against my body, if I obeyed quickly, then I would be reward with the caress of his hand on my cheek and the coveted words, "Good girl."
"Now, stop and fetch me the rope I have in my top dresser drawer," Ethan ordered abruptly.
I hated to stop sucking him, but reluctantly I obeyed and got up from the bed to retrieve the rope. When I handed it to him, he ordered me to kneel on the bed and grip the headboard, where he used the rope to bind my wrists to the wooden rails of the beautifully carved, oak bed.
Then, he produced a vibrator from dresser. He took a length of rope and tied it around my waist and under my thighs. Then, with a series of intricate knots, he secured the vibrator to rest against my pussy.
"Don't come until I tell you to," Ethan commanded, and he turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting. The toy hummed to life, making me gasp with pleasure. It felt wonderfully good, but I knew I could resist coming.
Then, he plucked two ice cubes from the glass I had brought earlier and applied them to my nipples. The burning cold increased my arousal, and I began to pant loudly.
"Don't come yet," he warned as he saw my arousal mounting. I gripped the headboard with sweaty palms, trying to resist, but it was getting harder. Ragged gasps escaped my throat as I struggled in my bonds, wanting to rip away the vibrator before it brought me orgasm, but I was helpless to move.
Ethan set down the ice and began to toy with my nipples, pinching and pulling them in just the ways he knew I liked best.
"I'm going to come," I cried out, but he didn't stop the stimulation. Instead, he turned up the setting on the vibrator, making it even harder for me to resist and gripped my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks erotically.
He knelt behind me, and I could feel his rock-hard dick poised right against my pussy, which was now pulsing with pleasure and dripping wet with the juices of my arousal.
"Don't come until I fuck you," Ethan insisted. I bit my lip, trying to obey.
"Yes, master," I said, and mercifully, he turned off the vibrator.
Pulling away the ropes that had bound the toy to my crotch, he caressed my naked body and said, "Good girl. You've learned to obey me well. Let's see if you can keep it up."
I was still kneeling on the bed with my wrists tied to the headboard, and he was now kneeling behind me, rubbing his strong hands all over my flesh. Suddenly, he plunged his dick into my ready pussy from behind, entering me with one, powerful thrust.
I moved my hips back to meet him, and he gave my nipples a painful punishing pinch that made me cry out in pain.
"Did I give you permission to move like that, naughty girl?" he growled.
"Sorry, master," I whimpered and kept myself still while he fucked me slowly and deeply from behind. His left hand wrapped around my waist to massage my clitoris, while his right hand gripped my tits and fondled my nipples. The stimulation felt incredible and was swiftly driving me towards orgasm.
"I'm going to come," I moaned, and he slapped me on the ass, hard, making me gasp aloud in pain.
"Not until I say you can." His voice was a menacing growl.
Not being permitted to orgasm made the pleasure he was giving me all the more intense as every nerve cell in my body vibrated from it. It made me want to explode with pleasure. I never knew sex could be so intense and I wanted it to last forever, even as I prayed that it would finally come to an end and he would let me orgasm.
I could feel the climax building uncontrollably inside me and knew I wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer.
"Please, master," I begged. "Please let me come."
"Not yet." Ethan pulled out of me and stepped away from the bed, making me whimper with disappointment.
I called after him, "Please let me come, master. Please."
He came back to the bed with a knife, and even though I knew he would never hurt me, the mere sight of it made my heart race. He used the sharp blade to cut the ropes off my wrist, releasing me from the bonds that kept me trapped to the bed, but I kept gripping the headboard and did not move from my position of kneeling on the bed.
"Good girl. You didn't move without my permission," Ethan praised. "Now, if you can pass one final test, you can have your reward."
My heart was pounding as I wondered what it could be. I was so close to getting what I wanted; I hoped I didn't blow it at the end.
"Lay down in the center of the bed," he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation.
He had my complete trust, and I was amazed at how eager I was to follow his orders. I was his willing slave and happy to call him master. The world of BDSM was more pleasurable than I ever would have imagined, and I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.
"Good girl. Now, close your eyes and put your hands behind your head. Don't move and don't say a word." I did as I'd been told, clasping my fingers together behind my head to help me keep still.
Suddenly, I felt Ethan climb onto the bed beside me. His lips were kissing me all over and his hands were touching me all over: caressing, fondling, pinching, and squeezing. It felt wonderful, and soon my body was writhing with pleasure and I knew I was nearing orgasm again. I wanted desperately to move, to reach out and touch him in return and make love to him, but I knew I had to stay perfectly still.
Ethan's mouth and hands had me on fire with desire, and my breath was coming in ragged gasps and moans as I grew nearer and nearer to climax. I wanted to warn him that I was about to orgasm and to ask his permission, but he had ordered me not to speak. It was excruciating, and yet the most erotically pleasurable torture of my entire life. I never knew being forced to lie silently still could be so incredibly hot and every part of my body tingled, on the edge of exploding with sexual pleasure.
"Look at what a girl you are being. I know you want to move, to cry out in pleasure, to feel my dick in your pussy," he whispered, taunting me. "I know you want me to fuck you until you come."
He was right. He was so right, but I wouldn't be teased into disobeying. It was a trick to get me to lose this final test, and refused to fall for it. He climbed on top of me then, spread my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hard dick was poised just outside the entrance to my pussy, making me ache with yearning.
"You want me to fuck you. I know you do." Ethan's teasing was almost unbearable, and then finally he gave me what I wanted and plunged his dick into me, saying, "Good girl. Now you can have your reward. Fuck me, baby; fuck me until you can't come any more."
He thrust inside me then, with powerful strokes I feared might tear me apart, but it felt so good as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and met him thrust for thrust. My first orgasm came quickly; with a gush of fluid I had been holding back.
Ethan flipped me over onto my stomach, fucking me from behind, and my second orgasm hit, and then his hands stroked my clit, bringing on a third. He flipped me back over onto my side and started spanking me with the willow reed in just the way he knew I liked best. His carefully measured strokes of the pliable reed brought me to a fourth orgasm, and when he flipped me back over onto my back and plunged into me with his hard cock again, I had my fifth.
I had never climaxed so many times in a row in my entire life, and didn't even know it was possible. I felt Ethan coming inside me on the last one, barely conscious enough to even realize that's what was happening. I was delirious with the intensity of the pleasure he had shown me.
Ethan had been right: becoming his sex slave was well worth it and now we were both committed to each other in ways far deeper and more meaningful than either of us had ever been before. It was new beginning for us — too bad it was balanced on such a fragile precipice, so close to ending.