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Filthy Beast by B. B. Hamel (70)

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 slide 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.

I can feel his smirk against my neck. “Because I like it,” he says. “Do you like it?”

“I don’t know,” I moan, not sure what to think. I can’t think, not really.

He takes my hair and tips my head back before kissing me. I moan into his kiss as his fingers do their work, rubbing my pussy. I want to grab his hair but I can’t move my wrists. I’m completely bound to the bed still.

He breaks off the kiss and stops rubbing me. He slaps my ass again and the pain tingles up my spine. He begins back on my pussy as the pain and the pleasure mix, hitting each other in my skull, making it dizzy with an indescribable pleasure.

“That’s right,” he whispers. “Pleasure and pain. They’re not so different, you know. A little bit of one makes the other better. A little salt makes sweet stronger. Do you understand now?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Good.” He stops. “This is your last punishment.”

What?”

He stands. I stare at his bulging cock, straining against his boxer briefs. He slowly slides them off and I gape at his enormous cock as he slowly strokes it.

“Holy shit,” I blurt out.

He laughs. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Sorry,” I say quickly, hiding my embarrassment by looking away.

“Don’t be sorry, pet,” he says. “Look at me.”

I look back at his thick cock and bite my lip. I can’t believe he’s so big. I suddenly don’t know how I can even fit that whole thing inside of me.

“You’re going to make me feel good now,” he says. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say. “Whatever you want.”

“No,” he says, and bends over to take my hair again. “Tell me you want it. And don’t lie, or the punishments continue.”

“I want it,” I say, and I know I’m not lying. I want this badly. I want to suck his cock or take him deep inside of me, whatever he wants. I’ve been aching to taste him, to make him feel good. Not just because I was hired to do that, but because it’s him and he deserves it.

“Good girl,” he says, and lets me go.

I open my mouth and take the tip of his cock between my lips. He groans and moves forward, sliding it deeper into my mouth.

I can barely take him, but I try anyway. He’s so thick but I want him, want him inside of my mouth. I pull back and slide forward, sucking him, rolling my tongue along his skin. His groans of pleasure send waves of joy along my spine, and I love the way he tastes. It’s such a strange feeling, loving the way he can so easily control me and take me. I feel both sexy and helpless and totally turned on.

I know I can end this at any time if I say the word, but I don’t want to. He takes my hair and presses me down, and I let his cock go into my throat. I suppress a gag, tears springing into my eyes in reaction, but I just ignore them. I pull back and start to suck him faster, concentrating on the tip. I want to use my hands on his enormous cock, but I can’t.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunts. “Watching you suck my cock, helpless like that, makes me fucking insane.”

I groan with his cock in my mouth. He presses me back down and I take him, wanting him so badly. He starts to fuck my mouth, sliding himself in and out, but not pushing himself too deep. He seems to sense my limit, and he doesn’t cross the line. He tests it, pressing himself deep enough that I almost want to gag, but pulls back just before.

“You’re a perfect fucking pet,” he whispers, cock sliding in and out of my mouth. “Look at you, sexy as fuck with my cock in your mouth. You like being tied up and sucking cock, don’t you?”

I moan, nodding my head, eyes up at him. He pulls out of my mouth then kisses me deeply. It’s the most intimate kiss I’ve ever experienced, and I wish it wouldn’t end. But he pulls back and slides his cock back into my mouth.

He fucks my lips, holding onto my hair, and starts to push my boundary. I want him to, I want to see how far I can take him. He slides himself deeper into my throat and I suppress another gag, ignoring the tears that spring to my eyes. They’re just stupid responses of my body. I want to control them. I press forward, leaning into him, until I have his entire cock in my throat.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, half laughing from the joy and pleasure. “You’re fucking incredible.” He pulls back and I gasp, looking up at him, smiling.

“Fuck,” he says again, kissing me, and presses his cock back in my mouth.

I work with him, moving my neck, bobbing my head along his cock, not afraid to be sloppy. I don’t care at this point. I let my spit cover his cock as he fucks my mouth and I suck him, my tongue running along his whole length, his groans filling my ears.

I can tell he’s close, and I want him to come. I want to taste him, swallow him, make him know that I want him to feel good. I want to lick him clean when he’s finished and spoil him as much as he spoils me.

His hips move faster, fucking my mouth, and I keep pace with him. I take him, moaning as he fucks my mouth, and his groans get louder. His fingers curl through my hair, holding it tightly, and I know he’s there.

His cum fills my mouth as he grunts through the orgasm. I keep moving, sucking him fast, swallowing every single drop as he explodes into my throat. I use my tongue to gather it all from his tip and slowly I finish, pulling back and licking him clean.

“Fuck,” he grunts when he’s done. He steps back, flush and gaping at me. “That was fucking incredible.”

I smile at him. “Good. I wanted it to be.”

He pulls his briefs back up and sits down on a chair, watching me. I watch him back and cock my head. “What?” I ask.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Fucking beautiful. You know that?”

I look away, surprised that I’m blushing. “Thanks,” I say.

He stands and walks over to me. He tips my head back and kisses me again, long and slow.

I lose myself in that kiss, enjoying it and asking for nothing more. Finally he breaks off and unties my hands.

“I have to go to work,” he says as I stand up.

“Okay,” I say, stretching my legs. My knees are a little sore and my ass still tingles, but that’s not bad. “Will you be back later?”

He nods. “I will if I can. Promise. If not tonight, tomorrow morning.”

“Good.” I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest. “Don’t leave me here alone.”

“I won’t.”

I kiss him softly, his hands on my hips. We linger there for a second, and it feels good, so freaking good. Almost as if it’s normal, and we do this all the time.

He kisses me one more time then leaves. He shuts the door softly behind him, and I’m left alone again.

I’m buzzing as I take a shower. I can’t stop thinking about him, about Ethan, and what I’m becoming. Maybe I really am his pet. When this is all over, and it’s time to leave, am I going to be able to walk away?

I can’t think about that right now. He probably won’t even want me. He did only buy me for a month. Maybe he’ll get tired of me by the end. That’ll hurt, hurt a lot, but it’ll be okay. I’ll survive it, I hope.

For now though, I have to enjoy it. Really enjoy it. I’ve been given a gift, something I never expected, and now I just have to accept it and be in it for as long as I can.

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