Chapter Thirty-Nine
Kayla
Ethan grabbed me hard and pulled me tightly against his muscular chest. I could feel the strength of his pectorals rippling as his abs tightened into that washboard stomach I loved to touch.
I threw myself into his embrace, melting into his kiss as his mouth overtook mine with a hunger that could not be quenched. God, it felt good to be back in his arms again. I had missed this so much; missed him so much.
He hoisted me into the air with his strong hands and set me on the kitchen counter. Dressed in nothing but a silk nightie with matching panties and a thin, silk robe, I could feel the cool granite on my bare thighs and it made me shiver. Ethan covered my body with hot kisses and I was instantly warmed.
"Let's play, master," I said to him with a naughty smile, and he gave me a wicked grin in return.
"Take off your robe," he commanded. I did as I'd been told, handing it to him with a sexy wink.
"Good girl. Now put your hands behind your back," he commanded, and again I obeyed. Taking the sash from my robe, he bound my wrists behind my back with a tight knot. Then he folded the thin, silk robe into a blindfold and tied it around my eyes, casting me into complete darkness.
"Can you see anything?" he asked. I noticed how deep and husky his voice had become.
"No, master," I replied, feeling a thrill of sexual excitement over the taboo game.
"Good. Let's see what you can feel." I heard the sound of cupboards and drawers being opened and closed and various items being set on the granite counter beside me, but I had no idea what he could possibly be preparing.
"Let's play a game. Can you tell me what this is?" Ethan's voice asked me and I heard the distinct sound of scissors opening and closing.
"Good girl. That's right," he praised me when I gave him the correct answer. Then I felt the sensation of him cutting my silk nightie off my body, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, with nothing but a slight pair of white silk panties to cover my nakedness.
"Now, what's this?" his husky voice asked, and I felt a tickling sensation as something light brushed against my bare flesh, making my skin prickle with sensual pleasure. It took several guesses as the item caressed across my breasts, down my torso, and back up again to tickle my nipples before I came up with the right answer.
"A basting brush?"
"Yes. That's right. Good girl. That one was a little tougher. Let's see if I can give you something easier."
I heard a small clicking sound, and suddenly the painful sensation of a plastic clip being applied to my left nipple made me recoil and cry out in pain. Writhing on the countertop, I tried to escape the pain, but there was nowhere I could go and slowly I began to acclimate to it.
I knew that I could use my safe word and Ethan would remove it immediately, but I noticed a strange sort of pleasure replacing the painful pinching sensation. It radiated from my nipple all the way to my pussy, which was now wet with sexual pleasure. The pain was turning me on and I wanted more.
I drew in a breath as he applied a second clip to my right nipple. This time, I was prepared for the shock of pain and didn't cry out, but it didn't make it hurt any less. The pleasure radiating in my most intimate folds, however, reacted just as strongly and I began to squirm in my wet panties, eager for more.
"What's the matter? Getting uncomfortable?" Ethan asked, misunderstanding my squirming. He removed the clips and said soothingly "Let's see if I can make you feel better."
Suddenly, I felt the sensation of two ice-cubes being applied to my sore nipples, one on each breast. I gasped at the freezing cold pain of it, but as I grew used to it, I luxuriated in the numbing feel.
He brought his hot, wet mouth upon my icy flesh, kissing and suckling my nipples in turn and then applying the ice again. My panties just kept getting wetter and wetter until I was gasping and panting on the countertop.
"What's the matter? You seem to be having a hard time sitting still," he taunted me.
"Sorry, master. I just want you to fuck me," I explained.
"You don't decide when I fuck you. Only I do. Now let me teach you what happens to naughty girls who can't sit still."
He flipped me over so my breasts were flat against the cool granite kitchen counter and tugged my panties off with rough hands. He wadded them into a ball and shoved them into my mouth like a gag. I heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off a roll and felt the sensation of a piece of tape covering my mouth to hold the silky gag into place.
Ethan ripped more tape off the roll, and I felt him untie the silk robe from my wrists. My freedom only lasted a moment, for he pulled my hands up over my head and duct taped my wrists together. I tried to pull my arms back towards my body only to discover I couldn't. He had bound my hands to some kind of metal object. In my blindness, I guessed that it must be the tall faucet of the kitchen sink.
"Now, naughty girl. I will teach you lesson." Ethan's voice sounded cruel and edgy, but I wasn't afraid. On the contrary, I was thrilled as my body pulsed with anticipation. What wonderful punishments did he have in store for me? I couldn't wait to find out, but I would have to, for he had disappeared.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, my anticipation being drawn out as I wondered where he had gone, when was he coming back, and what would he do when he returned. My ears strained, searching for any sign of him, and my skin prickled, searching for changes in the air, but there was nothing.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and I began to squirm in my bonds, trying to get free. That's when Ethan made himself known to me with a sharp smack on my ass. He'd been there the whole time, watching me, waiting for me to move so he could punish me.
Again, and again he brought the object down upon my naked ass, pleasuring my body with the pain he knew I loved. It took me a little while to identify what he was using. The surface was flat, pliable, square, and felt metallic in nature. Finally, I figured it out: he was spanking with a spatula from the kitchen drawer.
My breathing became moans of pleasure as I panted and screamed into the gag, and my pussy kept getting wetter. I was desperate for him to fuck me, but he knew it.
"You like that, don't you, naughty girl?" he taunted me as he rubbed the spatula against my flesh one moment and then smacked my round buttocks with it the next.
Unable to speak, I simply nodded my head.
"Let's see if you like this more," he said and I felt him cut the duct tape binding my wrists with a knife. He brought me up to a standing position and used a fresh piece of tape to bind my hands behind my head, in the position of someone who was under arrest.
"Let's see if you like this." Suddenly, he struck my breasts with something round, flat, and wooden. I recoiled and gasped into my gag, but I was unable to escape the onslaught of quick and tiny smacks with the strange object, as he tatted it all over my vulnerable breasts. After a moment, I realized he was using a wooden spoon, and my body rippled with pleasure as I moaned loudly through my gag.
When he thought I'd had enough, Ethan stopped and removed the blindfold from my eyes and I blinked into the light. Then, he gently peeled away the duct tape covering my mouth. I spit out the gag, and he held a cup of cool water to my lips for me to drink.
"Tell me, naughty girl, have you learned your lesson about staying still?"
"Yes, master," I said contritely, even though I'd found his punishment to be nothing but pleasurable.
"Good. Now let me give you chance to prove it to me." He lifted me into his arms and carried me across the kitchen. There was a small wooden table in the breakfast nook, and he laid me down upon it. He cut the tape from my wrists and lay my hands flat on the table, then he spread my legs wide and commanded me to hold my ankles.
In his deep, sexy voice, he instructed, "Don't move a muscle unless I tell you to, or I won't let you come."
"Yes, master," I agreed. Abruptly, he brought his hot mouth down upon my pussy. His tongue licked my clit with expert skill, making me cry aloud with pleasure as I was brought quickly to near orgasm.
Then, he began to fuck me with various items from the kitchen. The handle of a spatula, a carrot from the fridge, and then an ear of uncooked corn. He would stimulate just long enough to bring me to near orgasm, and then, cruelly, he would stop, leaving me wanting more.
I wanted to reach out and grab him so he would fuck me, but I held fast to my ankles, refusing to move until he told me to. It was a fun game, and the most excruciating torture to force myself not to reach for him when he was arousing me so and then not letting me orgasm.
"Good girl," Ethan praised me, just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer. "Now, you get your reward."
He brought me down off the table, and we lay on the kitchen floor together. He let me climb atop of him and fuck him as hard and as fast as I wanted to. I orgasmed almost instantly. Then we rolled over on the floor and he was atop of me, making love to me with passionate kisses as our bodies undulated as one. He hands explored every part of me as my hands did the same to him, feeling his muscles and the smoothness of his skin as he fondled and caressed me. We thrust together in perfect unison, in a tangle of arms and legs, and he brought me to orgasm yet again.
"I'm coming," I moaned. He kissed my neck as he plunged deeply into me.
"Me, too," he groaned. I felt the power of his explosion as his muscles shuddered and our bodies spasmed together in delirious ecstasy. The pleasure of having an orgasm with someone you truly love is so much more powerful than mere fucking can be, and we both felt the power of it in the moment as our two bodies became one in beautiful ecstasy.
Afterward, he carried me to my bed in Gwyneth's guest bedroom where I'd made my home and we made love again, late into the night.
"Thank you for coming back to me," Ethan whispered as we were drifting off to sleep together and he held me in his arms.
"Thank you for letting my follow my dreams. It means the world to me that you wanted to give me the career I wanted, even if it meant losing me. That's how I knew we had to be together."
"It's true what they say: if you love something, set it free," he mused. "I'm just glad I won't have to live without you."
"You never will again. Come with me to Europe and stay with me while I do the shoot over there."
"Not fair. I have a career here running Speed Motorcycles. You can't just ask me to give that up," he said, but I knew he was teasing from the smile twinkling in his eyes.
"Fine, don't come with me then," I called his bluff.
"Well, as it turns out, I also have to go to Europe to supervise a new modeling shoot. We've hired a terrific girl to be the new face of our ad campaign. She's a gorgeous blonde, really sexy and sweet."
"Sounds like I should be jealous. Maybe I don't want you working with this girl," I teased.
"Don't worry. You have nothing to worry about. She knows I'm married."
"What?" I sat up in bed.
"That is, if you'll have me." He reached over the side of the bed where his jacket was laying and pulled out a ring. Holding it out to me he said, "Kayla Brandt, will you marry me?"
"Yes, a billion times yes," I cried out happily, and tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as he slipped the enormous, princess-cut diamond ring onto my finger. It was the second most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Ethan's eyes when he looked at me was the first.
I kissed him passionately. When we made love for the first time as an engaged couple, it was even more amazing than it had been before.
"I don't think I've ever been this happy," I told Ethan, as we cuddled afterwards and I held my hand up so we could admire the way my diamond ring sparkled in the moonlight that was streaming through my bedroom window.
"Me neither," he confessed, but there was a subtle strain in his voice and I picked up on it. He sounded stressed, or worried, and I had to know why.
Looking him straight in the eyes so there would be no secrets between us, I asked him, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"You don't have to act invincible with me. I can tell when something is bothering you. If we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, you're going to have to get used to sharing all your hopes and fears with me. Now what's wrong?"
"Nothing. That's what's wrong." Ethan sighed heavily, and I didn't understand. Caressing my hair, he explained more clearly. "All my life, something has always been wrong. This is the first time I've been truly content and it scares the shit out of me."
"I'm scared, too," I confessed. "All the men in my life have wanted to use me and didn't really love me. Never before have I felt truly secured and cherished."
"So, I guess we're just two people who are scared shitless together." He grinned, and I couldn't help but laugh. "That's how we know we're meant for each other."
It wasn't the most romantic way to put it, and yet it was perfect. Ethan was right; we were meant to be together, and the fact that he was just as afraid of it as I was proved it.