"Actually, I think I need something else to make me feel better." I grinned at her with a horny leer.
"Ready so soon?" Her face brightened and I nodded.
"I'm always ready for you," I said. Holding Kayla in my arms, I kissed her passionately. The towel she was wrapped in fell to the floor, and her naked breasts pressed against my bare chest. In that moment, everything else was forgotten. I was no longer thinking about Charles Dorsey and his bullshit lawsuit or worried about if I should just pay him the blackmail bribe. Nothing else mattered when I was Kayla, except how good I wanted to make her feel.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kayla
Ethan kissed me with such fiery passion, it stole my breath away. I could hardly believe he was ready to make love again so quickly, but feeling his erection pressing into my bare thigh through the fabric of his towel aroused me, too, and I let my towel drop to the floor.
Ethan moaned with pleasure and slid his hands around to cup my breasts sensuously. A sigh of delight passed from my lips as his thumb grazed over the top of my nipple, making it harden into a taut nub. Playfully, he flicked it with his finger, back and forth with quick movements, making me arch my back and moan.
"Do you like that, naughty girl? Do you like it when flick your nipples?" Ethan teased.
"Yes, sir," I said, and my voice was husky with desire.
"What else do you like, nasty girl? Tell me."
The idea of talking dirty thrilled me. Mick never included any conversation. He barely made love to me long enough to unzip his jeans, let alone talk, but I found the idea of talking dirty to Ethan delightfully fun.
"I like to suck your dick," I said. It was first time I’d ever said such a thing, and I felt my cheeks burn as they turned bright pink.
"You do? Tell me about how you like to suck my dick," he urged me on.
"I like to take it deep suck it until your come shoots down my throat," I said, daringly, and I was shocked at just how empowering dirty talk made me feel.
"Do it." Ethan tore the towel from around his waist and tossed it to the floor. "Let me feel you suck my dick, you naughty girl."
A thrill of excitement rushed through me as I bent down on my knees right there on the bathroom's tiled floor. I started off timidly, kissing the tip and then licking my way up the shaft. He was wonderfully hard, and I liked the way his cock twitched and throbbed as I lapped along the length of him. When I took the round tip fully into my mouth and began to gently suckle, a loud groan of pleasure tore from his throat, making me pause, but he ran his hands through my hair, holding my head in place and encouraging me to keep going.
"Suck it, naughty girl. Suck it hard," he groaned, and I kept drawing him into my mouth until I had enveloped him completely down to the base. My tongue and lips lapped and suckled as I kept deep throating him, and his hands curled in my hair as he groaned loudly with ecstasy.
Soon, he would come, and I couldn't wait. I had never tasted a man's semen before, even my ex. I wanted Ethan's to be the first.
I felt his muscles tense and his body flex, and I prepared myself, but he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. He turned on the sink and splashed cold water on himself as he grit his teeth.
"Come back," I complained, reaching for him, but he caught my hand by the wrist.
"No, not yet. If I come now, it will be too soon. I want to wait until we can climax together."
While I was disappointed, I was also deeply touched. Mick had never cared if I had an orgasm or not as long as he had his. Ethan always wanted to know that I received as much pleasure as he did, and many times, even more. It made me want to give him an orgasm even more than before and I reached for h
im again.
"But I want you to come in my mouth," I insisted, and abruptly, Ethan twisted my wrist behind my back painfully.
"You're being disobedient, naughty girl. Do I have to teach you another lesson on how to behave?" His voice was ominous. I could still feel the welts on my ass stinging from earlier that evening as I shook my head.
"No, sir. I'll obey," I said contritely, and he let me go.
"Good. Now get up on the bed," he commanded. I did as I'd been told as he went to his dresser, and when he returned, he was carrying several lengths of rope. Looking at me sternly, he said, "Give me your hands."
I lifted them up to him willingly. I never would have thought I would be the kind of girl who submitted to playing these kind of kinky sex games, but ever since Ethan introduced me to BDSM, I loved it in a way that was impossible to describe.
It freed me to enjoy sex in ways I never had before, and gave me pleasures far greater than I had ever thought possible. Not only did I want to be his sex slave, but I needed to be. I craved it now, with animalistic hunger, and I would do anything he asked me to do to get the pleasures I knew he would provide.
Ethan wound one of the thick braids of soft rope around my delicate left wrist and secured it tightly to the bedpost of his enormous king-sized bed. Then he did the same thing to my right one, and then each of my ankles, tying me down to the bed like a giant letter X.