Aria moaned. “Oh, I’ll beg now.”
Ethan chuckled at her enthusiasm. Starting on the first part of his promise, he swiftly bound her wrists and elbows so she could not move at all. He stood up and glanced down at her wide, hazel eyes, so trustingly gazing up at him. He had to make sure they had some privacy first. “I want you to wait. Sit on this bench, Aria. You are not to move. You are not
to speak to anyone. When I return, you are not to speak to me unless I ask you a direct question. Understand?”
“Yes, Ethan.”
Her unhesitant response pleased him. “I will return shortly.” He bent to place a quick kiss on her swollen lips, turned, and left her alone for the moment.
Chapter Eighteen
What was taking him so long? Aria was sitting on the stone bench for what seemed like an hour now; no one had come by, so, thankfully, she hadn’t broken the second of his orders. Yet she was sorely tempted to get up and pace around the garden; she wiggled at her bonds and found them securely tied. A thrill ran down her spine at the thought of what Ethan would do to her if she disobeyed.
She was extremely turned on, and the longer she waited, the wetter she got; the black lace panties she wore were already soaked through.
Maybe that was the whole point of this game, make her wait, build anticipation. Well it was working; she couldn’t fidget and didn’t know what she would say if someone other than Ethan happened upon her in this state. Damn it, she couldn’t sit still any longer, and she tried to rise to her feet.
“Disobeying already, Aria?” Ethan’s deep, husky voice rumbled from the darkness, making her almost jump out of her skin.
“Damn it to hell, you scared me shitless.” Aria clamped her mouth shut, realizing she had done it again. She wasn’t to talk unless he asked her a direct question. She felt his heat at her back. She swallowed hard, and a thrill ran through her body. She wanted this, wanted him, wanted every commanding inch of Ethan.
“Every word you speak will be a strike of my hand on your pretty ass; I believe that is now eight.”
“But I…”
“Ten.”
Aria clamped her mouth shut; there were other things she wanted to ask him, but she kept her mouth closed. She started to turn to see where he was, but his hands clamped on her shoulders, keeping her in place.
“Stay.”
Aria swallowed and obeyed. Full darkness descended as a silk cloth was placed over her eyes. Her breath quickened as every other sense was heightened.
“Do you trust me completely, Aria?”
She felt his hot breath by her ear and trembled. “Yes, Ethan.” And she did trust him, with her life, her heart and soul. The weight of his hands on her shoulders shifted, sliding down her bound arms, gripping them just below her shoulders, before lifting her off the bench until she stood on it. He lifted one foot to remove a heel then the other. His hand slid up her legs, over her thighs, over the material of the skirt before they rested on the waistband.
Aria exhaled sharply as he tore it as easily as tissue paper; cool air rushed around her thighs and legs. His hands slid upward, and her top quickly suffered the same fate as her skirt. She was suddenly worried that someone missing Ethan would come looking for him and find her half naked and bound by Ethan.
“No one will mind my absence tonight, ma petite; they understand that destined hearts need time together,” he said as if reading her thoughts.
His words sent a thrill down her as he had called her his destined heart. She knew it held a deeper meaning than just love. She parted her lips to speak but again held her tongue.
Ethan chuckled softly. “Good girl, Aria, we are destined to be together for the rest of our lives, but I ask you now if this is what you want. Will you accept me for the rest of eternity?”
His voice was a soft, husky whisper, but she understood what he was asking of her. She knew it was the Archalonian version of a marriage proposal. Did she want to spend the rest of her life with Ethan, to love him, to be his wife and bear his children? Damn, the man had better
marry her after all he’d put her through. She smiled. “With all my heart.
You’re mine, too, Ethan, and I am damn sure I won’t share you with anyone.”
She felt him expel a breath he had been holding in anticipation of her answer before giving a chuckle. Despite all his power and strength, there was a vulnerability to Ethan. She was empowered in the knowledge that she could bring this powerful creature to his knees if she wanted to.
“Ethan?”
“Ask, ma petite.” He granted her permission to talk.
“What would you have done if I had said no?” He turned her in his arms, and she gave a squeal of surprise as he lifted her up; she felt the world tilt as he hoisted her onto his shoulder with a swat on her ass, giving her a small taste of what was to come.
“Kept you tied to my bed and pleasured you senseless until you could think of no one but I.”
“Okay, I’ve changed my mind!”
“Fifteen,” he answered, and Aria shut her mouth.
She had a very good feeling she was going to be pleasured senseless anyway. Bound and blindfolded, she gave a soft, contented sigh as Ethan carried her off.
It grew cooler wherever it was he was carrying her to. The sounds of the night seemed heightened; Ethan’s hand on her ass was almost scorching. The night air caressed her skin but did nothing to cool the burning need to have Ethan’s hands all over her body. He stopped, shifted, and set her down. Her bare feet touched soft grass. She scented fragrant flowers and other flora that she couldn’t identify. As much as she wanted to ask where he had brought her, she did not want to increase the number of strikes. Excited as she was at the prospect of having her ass spanked by Ethan, it was also a little scary as she’d never had her ass spanked before—not that she could ever recall.
Aria couldn’t contain her gasp as he pulled her by the arm, tilting her off balance. She fell forward, but he was there to catch her, secure and strong. She felt the hard planes of his legs against her stomach as he laid her across his lap, letting her head be lowered and her ass raised and
exposed. She shivered in excited anticipation.
“When I first saw these,” he said, his finger tracing the line of her black lace panties, “I knew I would have to buy you hundreds. As much pleasure as I get from seeing the black wisps against your creamy skin, I knew I would also be doing much of this.” He reached under the front of her crotch and ripped the lace panties off her in one swift twist of his hand.
Aria squirmed. She loved every minute of her helplessness. Being under his power did things to her mind and body that she couldn’t quite understand, but in this place and moment, she didn’t want to understand, only feel.
Her skin was heightened to his every touch, her hearing sensitive to every sound.
He glided his thumbs up the curve of her spine, making her shudder with the pleasure of his calloused finger pads. Reaching the top of her bra, he unhooked the catches and slid the lace off, freeing her breasts, preserving at least one part of her outfit. How she was going to get back to their room in her naked state was beyond her, but Aria didn’t have to wonder for long as a sharp, resounding slap landed on her right ass cheek without warning, forcing all thoughts from her mind. It both stung and shocked her at the suddenness.
“So beautiful, Aria—the imprint of my hand on your ass. Branded with my mark, you are mine.”
She wholeheartedly agreed as he rubbed away the sting of his hand, fondled her left ass cheek, then landed a second and third blow. He slapped her again and again. She felt her pussy clench with every slap; long, thick fingers caressed her dripping slit before his thumb slid into her, curling down to rub her in just the right spot, while his finger pressed and circled her swollen clit. She moaned as her ass burned. She was getting close to coming.
“So wet, ma petite.”
His voice held a tightness that Aria knew meant he was struggling with himself to hold back; s
he inwardly smiled that she could have this effect on such a powerful man.
“You are not to come, Aria,” he ordered firmly.
She groaned. Not come? How the heck was she not to come?
Another slap made her cry out and brought her to the brink of a climax. Ethan suddenly withdrew his thumb and finger, startling her and making her cry out in protest. He lifted her and set her knees on the soft grass, gently pushing her head down. When her lips encountered the tip of his penis, she opened wide, greedily accepting the offered treat. She swiped her tongue across his full head, enjoying the sweet flavor of his pre-cum, swirling her tongue around and around the crown before opening wide to take it into her mouth. She hadn’t had the opportunity to taste Ethan like this; always, he had been pleasuring her. She was thrilled at being able to do this, even if she had very little experience giving head, and those experiences had not been pleasant ones. But this she enjoyed.
Not only did he taste great, but she also loved pleasing him as much as he pleased and pleasured her. Like her favored candy treat, she sucked on, taking him as deep as she possibly could. Ethan’s trembling and groans spurred her on, letting her know he was enjoying the attention of her mouth. She pulled back, placed open-mouth licks down one side, coming to his balls, taking her time to thoroughly taste and suck each one into her mouth before heading back up the other side.
“Aria.” He gave a low growl of warning. He was close to coming.
Good, she wanted him to. She may have been helplessly tied, but in that moment, she was in control.
“Let me,” she whispered. He did not protest as she took him as deep as she could, sucking hard. His penis was large and thick; if she went too far, he could easily choke her.
Gentle were his hands as he cupped the back of her head as his trembling increased. He shouted her name as he came with a loud groan, spurting thick ropes of cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, feeling some of it dribbling down the side of her chin; she liked the sweet, almost fruity, flavor of his cum.
Making sure she took every drop, she then licked him clean. He was still half erect when she finally pulled back on her heels, smiling as she licked her lips, giving him an mmm of satisfaction, at the same time
staying obediently silent. She felt him grip her arms again and haul her up into his lap; his mouth captured hers in a hard, punishing kiss, and she kissed him back just as fiercely.
“Greedy vixen.” He chuckled. “You have more than earned the right to speak now, Aria. I want to fuck you so hard and fast that every planet in the galaxy will hear your screams of pleasure.”
“Oh thank God, yes!” her proclamation burst forth. “You taste fantastic; my new treat whenever I get a sweet craving.”
Ethan laughed. “You are a treasure, but now I did promise to tie you to a tree.” He stood easily with her in his arms.
Damn, she loved his strength, making her feel small, weightless and feminine in his arms. He carried her a short distance before placing her on her feet. He removed the blindfold, and Aria blinked but was greeted by a large, smooth tree trunk in front of her face. She turned her head to glance around; all she could see was a shadowy, moonlit garden, and they seemed to be in a secluded wooded area.
“Where are we?” She couldn’t help but ask. She heard the rustle of clothing as he shed the last of his, unbound her arms, and rubbed out any aches before he pushed the heat of his naked chest against her back until she was pressed into the bark of the tree trunk.
“Still within the grounds of the fortress—the lower gardens. They have been kept well,” he said, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
Raising her arms up and around the trunk in a swift motion, he re-tied her wrists all the way around the tree trunk. It was wide enough that her fingers almost touched. Her arms were raised slightly so when Ethan pushed her thighs wide she was left on her tiptoes, almost hanging, as she hugged the tree. Her skin prickled with perspiration. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples scraped the smooth bark of the tree. Ethan suddenly slapped her ass again, making her cry out and forget her next question.
“What was that for? You said I could talk now,” she protested with a grin in her voice.
“You weren’t counting, were you, ma petite? I only gave you eight swats; you have seven more to go.”
He dropped to his knees behind her, and Aria moaned loudly as his hot tongue glided through the slit of her sex. Still dripping with need, she automatically thrust out her ass to gain more attention from his probing tongue. He didn’t disappoint as he licked and lapped at her cunt, swirling his tongue around her hard, sensitive bud.
“I love your taste.” His words vibrated up through her body, making her moan and writhe. His mouth withdrew, and, without warning, he spanked her right at the apex of her sex, making her jerk and cry out.
It hurt, yet it brought pleasure beyond what she was used to. As if he waited for her reaction, she pushed her ass out for more. He chuckled softly and spanked her again and again; each tap against her clit pushed her back to the brink of climax.
“Ethan!” she wailed when he pulled away. The bastard had the gall to chuckle.
“Do you want to come, Aria?”
“Fuck yes!” she all but screamed.
“You are only allowed to come when I am inside you, is that clear?”
Damn it. Her body shook and sobbed in frustration, but she nodded.
“Good girl.” He stood, covering her back with the delicious heat of his naked body. His cock teased up and down her dripping slit.
She turned her head as far as she could, wanting to see him, and he captured her lips in a heated, probing kiss. She kissed him back hungrily, wanting him to thrust his dick so deep within her that she wouldn’t know where he began and she ended. He didn’t disappoint as he positioned the head of his cock at her opening and pushed all the way in, making her gasp and pant as her inner walls were forced open to accommodate his girth and length. He felt so damn good snug and tight within her, his cock ridges rubbing at all the right spots as he pulled out and again thrust in.
She was so damn close. Just a little more, just a…
He knew and started pounding hard and fast in and out of her. His hand came around and tapped repeatedly at her clit with just the right
amount of pressure. His lips nuzzled at the base of her throat. She knew what was coming.
He bit down, and Aria screamed. Blinding white lights flashed behind her eyes at the intensity of her climax, making her almost pass out as her every nerve ending overloaded with raw pleasure. His hand pulled away from her clit, and his mouth pulled away from her neck, licking at the wound. He gripped her hips as her body became a limp mass of jelly.
Ethan continued his furious pace; in and out and in, he hammered, reigniting the spark, and once again he pushed her over into a second climax.
Aria could only groan as it rolled through her trembling body.
Ethan’s body shook, and his strokes became short and jerky; he tensed a second before he yelled and exploded deep within her body, groaning as her body milked him of his every offering.
They were both sweating in the cool night air. He leaned heavily against her back as they both gasped for breath. Still panting slightly, Ethan lifted off her; Aria gave a whimpered protest as he withdrew from her body.
“I know, ma petite. I feel at home when I am within you also,” he said, releasing her binds and catching her as she fell back into his arms.
He turned her, and she wrapped her arms around him, looking up. His eyes seemed to almost glow in the moonlight; he was truly beautiful to her. She smiled, and he held her tightly.
“Well, if the people on every other planet didn’t just hear us have sex, then I’m damn sure everyone up at the fortress sure did.”
Ethan threw back his head and laughed, making Aria smile. She loved hearing his laugh. “No one is going to care in the slightest, my dearest heart. They know I love you and will enjoy you every chance I
get.”
Aria grinned, and so would she.
Chapter Nineteen
Screams echoed off the dungeon walls from several cells away.
Ethan folded his arms, glaring at Jacob Mather chained to the far dungeon wall. The initial interrogation had netted them little information.
Jacob panted, glaring back at him; he would recover, and his wounds would heal. Luc and Blair stood by Ethan’s side. The door opened, and Luc’s great-grandson, Lucas, walked in. Both he and Luc smelt the blood on Lucas’ hands before they turned to see him wiping it off with a cloth.
“There is nothing his hired hands can tell us that we don’t already know; they were very forthcoming with the information. They were paid to do whatever he told them. As long as they were loyal and obedient, it would buy them a ticket to be turned. There are underground network clubs and places that humans and vampires mingle in New York. They won’t be too hard to find.”
“Things have been allowed to get out of hand. Order must be restored. Vampires like this can’t be allowed to roam free,” said Ethan.
“They feed on more than just blood but death and destruction to serve nothing but their own interests.”
“So do the majority of the humans; are you going to bring them to order as well?” Lucas asked.
“Lucas works with the human law enforcements,” Luc informed him. “He helps to keep our kind out of the spotlight, keep order. He has seen the worst of humanity.”
“I mean no disrespect, Ethan,” Lucas said. “I’m just not sure how you are going to bring an entire planet of vampires under control.”
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