Rock Star Billionaire

"Wow. That's a long time. I'm really going to miss you. Can we spend every night together until then? It might be enough to hold me over while you're gone; although I can't promise I won't fly to Germany to visit you while you're there."

"No," she said simply and I felt my heart break. Then she smiled and said, "Because I'm not going."

"What do you mean you're not going? You have to. This is the job you've always wanted."

"Yes, but when I chose career over love, you proved to me that you'd do anything to make me happy. Now, I want to do the same for you. I'm choosing love over career. I'm calling Gwyneth first thing tomorrow and telling her I can't take the job. I'm going to be the model for Speed Motorcycles, instead."

"Are you sure? I just want you to be happy. That's all I care about."

"I know, and that's why I know I want to be with you. I can get a modeling career anywhere. Hell, I've had two offers for international jobs this week alone. But where else am I going to find a man who loves me as much as you do?"

We kissed then, long and deep. When we broke apart for air, I still had a burning question. "So why wait until tomorrow to call her?"

Kayla grinned at me and said, "Because tonight, I'm spending the whole evening making love to my boyfriend."

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 uncomforta

ble?" 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.