"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."