I’m surprised when Ethan brings my lunch instead of Jenkins, though I probably shouldn’t be.

He walks into the room and takes off his jacket.

“You’re home early,” I say.

“Being the boss has some perks.”

“I’m sure it does.”

He smiles and sets lunch out on the table. “At this point, I’ve given away most of my tasks to subordinates,” he says. “I have a capable staff. I’m a very good judge of character.”

“I know you are.” I say. I sit down at the table and he sits across from me.

“All of this...” He pauses. “It’s weighing on me. I don’t trust myself right now.”

“Why not?” I ask him.

“It’s a critical time, and if I take too much on, I could make a mistake.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“It’s not. None of this is like me.” He smirks and shrugs. “But it’s fun, at least.”

I laugh. “It’s fun?”

“Sure it is.”

“I’m not sure I’d call any of this fun.”

He cocks his head at me. “Are you sure? You seemed like you were having fun the other night.”

I blush and look away. “I guess I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“I was,” he says.

“Maybe that’s why you can’t work.”

“Maybe,” he says seriously. “I keep thinking about you, my little pet. I keep seeing you tied up to my bed... do you like your punishments?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say softly. I can feel a flush in my body, that familiar hum of desire starting to grow in my core. The tension lately has been overwhelming, and I’m surprised that I’m suddenly craving his touch in a way I never imagined. I thought I was too upset to feel this way, but clearly I was wrong.

He leans forward over the table. “What do you like?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“When I touch you.”

I bite my lip, blushing like crazy. It’s silly to blush and feel embarrassed, but I can’t help it. I’m not used to a man being this direct, especially a man like Ethan.

“I don’t know,” I say.

“Do you like it when I spank you?”

“Yes,” I admit. “I didn’t think I would. But it’s...”

“Hot,” he finishes for me.

“Yes,” I say. “And it feels good. It’s strange.”

“It’s not strange. Pleasure and pain. They’re not so different.” He stands and looks at me. “Are you still my pet?”

“If you want me to be.”

“I do.” He walks around the table and takes my hand, helping me up. He takes my hips and pulls me against his body. He’s so large and muscular, he practically swallows me up. I love the feeling of him against me. I love knowing that he can break me, destroy me, throw me around easily if he wanted to. I love knowing he can dominate me.

“Tell me what you want,” he says.

“Punish me,” I whisper, surprising myself.

“Good girl.” He steers me toward the bed then presses me against one of the posts. “Stay,” he orders, before leaving for the closet.

He returns a minute later holding the familiar pieces of black silk. He walks slowly toward me and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, practically trying to leap out of my ribcage.

“This will be very simple,” he says, stopping in front of me, his body against mine. He reaches around me and takes my wrists, crossing them behind the post. “I’m going to tie you here. And then I’m going to take what I want from you.”

I nod once and feel him begin to bind my wrists together. When he’s finished, he binds my wrists around the pole. Satisfied, he steps back.

“Test that,” he orders.

I move my wrists. I have good range of motion, but they’re still tightly bound. “Good,” I say.

“Good,” he echoes, stepping toward me. He takes my hair in his fist and tips my head back. “Very, very good.” He kisses my neck before kissing my mouth, his tongue gently touching mine, his lips smooth, his taste perfect.

I groan as his hands roam my body, feeling my breasts, lingering on my hips, brushing the small of my back. I can feel the heat and desire radiating off him in waves and I know I feel the same way, have the same feelings of desire coursing through me. I can already feel my pussy is dripping and my head is spinning, and I don’t want him to stop.

He gently tugs my shorts down over my ass and I feel his palms press me against him harder. He kneads my ass and kisses my neck, and for a second I’m completely lost in this moment.

I feel his right hand move around toward my pussy and I shiver. I squirm as he finds my clit, his experienced hands sliding down the front of my panties. He rubs me in soft circles, his lips still against my neck. I want to struggle, not because I want it to stop, but because I like being reminded that I can’t get away.

I spread my legs wider and I feel him smile. “You want this, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Badly,” I admit.

“Why?” he purrs. “You’re dripping wet, Aria.”

“You make me feel this way.”

“Way?” he asks again. He presses two fingers deep inside of me and I moan.

“I don’t know,” I say.

“Tell me why you want this so badly.”

“I can’t think with you doing that,” I admit.

He smirks and stops. I give a little whine and cock my head at him. “Now, tell me.”

“Don’t stop,” I groan.

“Answer me.”

I look away, blushing. “Because I’ve never felt this good with someone before.”

“That’s right,” he says and his fingers resume their work, making me groan and bite my lip. “Only I can make you feel this good. That’s why you’re mine. That’s why you don’t want to leave here.”

“It’s true,” I groan. I don’t know why I’m admitting it. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“I won’t give you away, my pet,” he says softly. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He smirks and slowly drops to his knees. He pulls down my panties and spreads my legs wide, his hands on my ass as he buries his face in my pussy.

I close my eyes as his tongue and mouth find my clit. He sucks and licks me, lapping my every inch, sucking on my juices, swallowing me like he’s dying of thirst. He sucks me and my knees start to shake, but he supports me with his arms, holding me up. I can barely think as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through me, and I don’t want him to ever stop.

I’m shocked as I feel an orgasm building inside of me already. I want to squirm away, make him slow down, but I can’t move. He’s holding me there tightly, not giving me an inch, and I know he knows. I know he’s aware that I’m about to come.

“Ethan,” I groan. “Not yet. Please. I’m so close.”

His grip on my ass tightens and his tongue and mouth keep working my clit faster, sucking harder, and I can’t stop it. I can’t hold it back. The orgasm passes through me, making every inch of my body clench and twitch as I explode with pleasure.

He has to support me completely as I come, practically falling down, but he holds me there and doesn’t stop. It slowly crests and moves past, washing through me like a hurricane, leaving me clean and barren as he slowly pulls back, a grin on his face.

“Good girl,” he says.

I gasp in deep breaths. “Shit,” I say. “I wasn’t ready.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “You’re not done.”

I blink at him. “What?”

“You think I’d let you off so easily?” He laughs and stands. He reaches around me and does something to the silk ties. I’m released and for a second, I take a step toward him, but he stops me.

He reaches back and binds my hands again. I’m free of the post, but my wrists are still tied behind my body. He takes me over to the bed and gently pushes me forward, bending me over, my hands tied behind my back and my ass in the air.

I look back over my shoulder as he undresses. I watch his muscular body slip out of his clothing, and finally he stands there behind me, cock hard as fuck, muscles ripped.

“See, now it’s my turn to have what I want,” he says, and then he spanks me.

I gasp and bite my lip. “What are you going to do to me?” I ask him.

“Whatever I want.” He spanks me again. “And you’re going to enjoy it. We both know you will.”

“Shit,” I groan as he spanks me again. The lingering orgasm mixed with the pain gets my heart racing again, and I can feel that pulse of desire between my legs, the strobing need that builds inside of me.

He gently teases my pussy with his fingers, being tender on my sensitive clit, and then spanks my ass again. I gasp at the sudden pain mingling with the pleasure in my mind, not sure how to differentiate between it all. He grins and does it again, alternating from my ass to my pussy and back again until my breath is coming in deep gasps and I know that I want it again.

“Good girl,” he says finally, fingers inside of me, sliding in and out slowly, fucking me from behind. “You’re nice and slick again for me. Didn’t take long.”

“You’re a bastard,” I say to him, smiling, and he grins back.

“Good. I’m glad you think so.”

He slaps my ass again then stands behind me. I feel his thick cock against my aching pussy and I know what’s going to happen, but I can’t prepare myself for it.

He slides himself deep inside of me. I gasp and moan as his thick cock fills my sensitive tight pussy. Pleasure and pain mingle, washing over me, but the pain is less this time. He slaps my ass, his cock buried deep inside of me, and then he grabs the tie between my wrists and holds it as he slowly thrusts into me.

He pins me there, face down on the bed, hands behind my back. I can’t move an inch. He holds the tie that binds my wrists tightly in one hand, pulling me back against him as he thrusts into me, pushing himself deep inside of my pussy.

“God, yes,” he groans. “Your pussy is so fucking tight and warm, you know that? I want to bury myself deep in this little cunt and taste your cum again.”

“Oh god,” I moan. “Be nice. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“There’s nothing nice about me.” He sounds like an animal, filled with lust, as he begins to thrust harder. “And nothing gentle, either.”

He starts to fuck me, really fuck me, hips working hard, cock slapping into my pussy, and I can feel myself building into it again. I moan, head turned to catch glimpses of his rock hard body as his cock slams into me. He pulls me back harder, cock slamming into me, and I know he’s fucking me like an animal.

There’s no mercy in him anymore, nothing tender or gentle. He wants to fuck me rough and deep and that’s what he’ll do. There’s no slowing down and I know it. I’m going to be taken and I fucking love it.

I start to work my hips back against him, getting deeper into the moment as he rips into me. His grunts are loud and passionate, and I know he’s going to come inside of me, fill me with his heat, and I want it. I need it so fucking badly I can barely control myself at all. But I keep bucking back against him, sliding along his thick cock, marveling that he can even fit inside of me.

And the pleasure is overwhelming. The way I’m bound there, unable to do anything but work that cock, makes me feel so fucking sexy and needed. I love that I’m his little pet, the woman he wants to fuck and be rough with. I love it, the way he handles me, gentle at first but pushing me up against my boundaries.

My body is sweating and working in rhythm with his, working faster and harder, getting closer. “Come in my pussy, Ethan,” I moan, not sure where that’s coming from. “Come inside of me, you fucking bastard.”

“That’s right,” he says, slapping my ass with his free hand. “Go ahead and call me a bastard again, you fucking dirty slut. Do it.”

“Fuck you, bastard,” I groan.

He rips into me and I can feel another orgasm building inside of me. I can’t believe I’m going to come again, but I know there’s no stopping it. I struggle back against him and he pushes me down, tearing into my pussy, working me hard.

“I’m going to fill you up, dirty fucking girl,” he says. “You want this fucking cum?”

“Yes, Ethan,” I moan.

“That’s right. You bad girl. You filthy fucking girl.”

He fucks me deeper, rougher, slaps my ass, pulls my hair, and I’m almost there. I’m so close. He strokes into me, deep and rough smacks of his cock, and I know I can’t hold back anymore.

He groans loudly, and I know he’s coming just as my orgasm crests and starts to wash over me again. I can feel his hot cum fill my little pussy, and it’s ecstasy, something I can barely comprehend.

We come together, bodies moving as one, sweating and working and writhing, and it’s all so much.

Slowly we come down together. The orgasm passes into a dull buzz of pure bliss. He releases my wrists from their bond and then we collapse together on the bed, his arms wrapped around me.

I love this. We say nothing. There’s nothing to say in this moment. All I need is his arms around me, his body against mine. We sweat together and are together, and that’s all I care about. Nothing is going to tear me from his arms, not if I can help it.