She thinks about running her hands all over every glorious muscle as he opens the door and slides in beside her. “Do you want to go to the bar for a bit before I take you home? Scott and Rachel are there and it would be a shame to waste that beautiful dress on just me.”
“Sure.” The words almost stick in her throat. What she really wants is for him to take her somewhere and fuck this unrelenting ache out of her.
Backing out of the spot, he starts driving out of the maze of a parking lot and towards the main road, as she struggles with what’s on her mind. This time both head and heart lose the battle to a vagina urgently in need of some loving. “Ethan… I need to tell you something.” She blurts out.
“Sure.” He’s calm and casual, unaware of what’s about to hit him.
“In the elevator a few minutes ago...”
“Yes.” He glances at her quickly and then turns his eyes back to the road.
“Well, what if I told you,” She swallows hard. “That I WANT to do inappropriate things with you?”
Chapter 10
Completely stunned, Ethan gears down the Challenger and pulls into a spot at the back of the lot, parks, and turns off the key. When he turns to look at her, his incisive expression makes her nervous, but her need for him is so acute right now, she won’t back down.
“You what?” Shocked by what she just said, he needs her to repeat herself. He couldn’t possibly have heard her correctly.
Now is not the time to feel bashful but she fidgets, twisting her fingers unable to still them in her lap. “I want to come to an arrangement about sex.” There, she said it.
”An ARRANGEMENT?” He can’t decide if he’s amused or appalled. “What kind of an arrangement did you have in mind?”
She can’t read the expression on his face and it’s making her anxious. “One where we have sex.” One where you don’t break my heart. Her cheeks are flushed red with color and she can feel the radiating heat. The throbbing between her legs begging her to put an end to the torture. “When we mutually agree on it.” She adds.
Reaching over, he picks up her hand and brings it to his mouth kissing the back of it, a smirk forming on his lips that’s almost evil in appearance. “You will never tell me NO, princess.”
She surmises that he’s probably right but she hates it when he’s so arrogant. “We’ll see about that.”
He humors her. “I’ve already told you that I don’t do non-consensual. Is that all?” He releases her hand and begins twirling her hair around his finger. It’s such a sweet and tender gesture that she almost forgets the solution she came up with last night. No intimacy. Just sex. Protect your heart.
“No kissing.” She knows, without a doubt that the minute his lips touch hers she’ll be done. Helpless. Defenseless even. There would be no staying in control or turning back and inevitable and utter heartbreak when it’s over.
He stops twisting her hair. “No kissing? How can you have sex without kissing?” He furrows his brow.
She looks at his lips and the very sexy way they curl at the edges when he smiles at her. They look soft and warm and yet she imagines they would be oh so wicked on her body. She definitely didn’t think that through very well at all.
“Ok... No kissing on the mouth.” She says, fearing that would definitely inhibit her desire to stay in control of her emotions.
He laughs, and then it dawns on him. “Oh, you’re serious?”
“Yes, I’m very serious. No kissing on the mouth. And no cuddling.”
“What? You’re messing with me, right?”
“Ethan, I need to keep it physical only. No emotional attachments. No relationship. No dating.” Way to take control girl! Her sister would be proud.
His expression takes on a pensive look. “Sounds like every man’s dream.” He pauses with a look of frustration on his face. “So why does it bother me?”
He knows why it bothers him. This was what he wanted at the beginning. He had to drag her along, protesting for the most part… then he seduced her the rest of way. But now? Now he feels more than just physical desire for her. This is no longer just about his dick. There is no denying that he would love nothing more than to spread her out and sink into her fast and hard, punishing her for making him wait so long to have her body. How can he expose her to his dark sexual desires and drag her through his impending allegations of abuse? After spending all this time chasing her, he can’t believe that he’s going to try to discourage her.
There is no way to ease into the subject so he lays it all out in the open. “Olivia, you don’t know what you’re asking me for. My sexual desires are nowhere near conservative.”
Already suspecting that, she stares at him with confidence. “I know.”
This is not going to be easy. He turns his body so he’s facing straight ahead and puts both hands on the steering wheel squeezing it in an attempt to work out the anxiety that he’s starting to feel. “I like to play games. Role play.”
Her mouth is dry now and her words stick in her throat but she maintains eye contact. She raises her shoulders in a small shrug. “Me too. Well, I’ve never done that, but I’ve always wanted to.” Her face turns red.
He’s excited by her beautiful blush, and the way her body reacts, but it’s short lived when he thinks about her past. She’s said things that indicate she was in some way affected by violence. How could she possibly cope with his dirty thoughts and the kinky things he wants to do to her? He shakes his head and his voice gets harsh. “I don’t think you fully understand.”
Ethan’s former best friend Reese Wilson is a Dominant Male, actively immersed in the Bdsm lifestyle. Ethan had attended events with him on several occasions but most of the time only observed and learned. Ethan never participated in any of the hardcore punishment scenes. It just wasn’t his thing. He only ever engaged in sensual spankings and light bondage with submission from time to time. He left all that other stuff to Reese. Ethan only got off on the control. To him there is nothing more beautiful, than a woman letting go of herself and completely submitting to him. Surrendering her body for his pleasure. It’s a gift that he worships but hasn’t actively sought out in some time. Olivia brings out those desires in him.
How do you bring that up to a woman that you want to have a relationship with, without scaring the living shit out of her? Dropping his hand heavily on the console makes her jump, confirming exactly what he’s worried about. She’s frightened of him. Looking for guidance, he lifts his eyes to the heavens and stares at the roof of the car. It’s a long time before he inhales a deep long breath then reaches over and places his hand on her thigh. Returning his gaze to hers and looking into her imploring eyes, he agonizes over his next confession but he knows that he has to be honest with her. “I would never hurt you, I’m not into torture or pain… but sometimes.” He hesitates, regretting that he has to say this out loud. “Sometimes, I will need to dominate you sexually. I will take complete control. I will expect you to submit. I’ll demand it.”
Gently he moves his hand up and down her thigh, skimming across her skin tenderly with his fingertips. The searing heat of his touch drives her wild and makes her heart pounds against her chest. She’s one giant ball of sexual arousal and she’s certain that if he was to move his hand a little further north… she would orgasm instantly. She’s confident now, beyond a doubt, that she has made the right decision. Ethan is meant to be the one. Trying to reassure him that she fully understands and accepts what he’s telling her, she confesses her own secret desires. “I want that too. I have fantasies of reluctance and resistance. But then, I’m sure you figured that out already. We’re not so different in our desires, Ethan. I can handle it, just maybe not all the time.”
Her answer sends a scalding thrill through his body. Is it possible that he has finally met the perfect girl for him? He’ll have to work really hard at not fucking this up. Pressing his finger under her chin, he gently forces her to raise her gaze and look at him. “Are you sure this is what
you want?” She shrugs and then nods, trying to look away but he won’t let her.
“Don’t turn away. Look at me. You’re saying that you want to fuck me… but you don’t want to date me… or kiss me?” Can he live with that as long as he gets the rest of her body? His body is pulsing with energy right now. Anger, shame, anxiety…arousal.
She feels embarrassed suddenly. When he says it like that, it doesn’t sound like such a great idea. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying.” She repeats in her mind over and over. Don’t let him intimidate you. Protect your heart.
Scratching his head, he frowns, disgusted at himself for even considering it. She’s an incredible woman, sexy and smart… the kind of girl that a guy wants to marry, have babies with. Why is he thinking about leading her down the dark path of his desire? She says that she can handle it but his intuition tells him otherwise. Leave the girl alone! Starting the car, he pulls out onto the road, heading towards the bar without giving her an answer. All the while thinking that he could also lose her if he doesn’t agree to what she’s asking him for. Bloody hell!
“So I guess this discussion is over then? I take it you’re not interested.” She tries not to feel hurt and hopes the darkness of the night hides the embarrassment on her face.
This is the last thing he ever expected from Olivia James and everything he’s been hoping for. He’s not going to give up the chance to have her, not now, not after dreaming about her for months. There’s a reason the universe has brought them together. He’ll find a way to make it work. Take things slow, not push her too quickly into his kink zone. Maybe her arrangement is not such a bad idea. “Are you on birth control?”
Her head turns sharply to look at him, surprised by his question. “Yes, I just started, so for the first month we should use condoms as well.” Geez, could you sound any more desperate?
“The first month? Are you planning on long term fucking with no obligations?” His tone is hard and cold leaving her feeling lost, not fully comprehending why he sounds so angry. Her thoughts are scattered. “I don’t know… I guess. Until you get bored of me.”
He shakes his head to show that he’s not impressed with her comment. “I’ve never had sex without using condoms but I’ve recently been tested and cleared of any STD’s. You?”
She hadn’t even thought of that and the way that he throws it out there is so callous that she suddenly feels like she’s negotiating some form of prostitution. Now she feels uncomfortable.
“Yes, I’m clear. I haven’t been with anyone in three years but I asked the doctor to run the tests anyways.”
“THREE YEARS?” He curses under his breath and then says nothing as if the gears in his brain have seized. His long, pregnant pause leaves her nervous and wishing that she could turn back the clock and forget the whole thing.
“When do you want to start this agreement?” His tone has softened some but he still sounds apprehensive.
She’s so totally confused. “As soon as you agree.”
He says nothing as he makes the turn into the parking lot of the Headwaters Bar and Grill. The anticipation is agony for her as he parks and starts to get out of the car. Mindlessly she reaches for the door handle and he flashes her a warning look, growling impatiently. “WAIT! Dammit!”
Crap! She keeps forgetting. Stopping abruptly, she lets her hand fall to her lap. When he opens her car door and extends his hand to her, she looks up at him, no longer capable of waiting for an answer. “Ethan, do you want to do this or should I just forget the whole thing?”
Without missing a beat, he answers. “I accept your agreement.” His voice is emotionless, as if they have just struck a business deal. Then, she supposes that it pretty much is one. She puts her hand in his and he pulls it gently, helping her to her feet and then directly into his arms. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her close to him. He’s waited for this moment for what seems like forever. He lowers his lips to hers, only millimeters separating them, hovering, tormenting her but not touching her. “I reserve the right to renegotiate terms at any time.” He whispers gently against her mouth. “Agreed?”
Her heart races and she almost forgets to breathe. “Yes, agreed.” She’s already regretting the ‘no kissing on the lips rule’ and she’s certain that’s the intent behind his action.
Scott spots them immediately as they come through the door. The music is loud and Ethan leans in to talk directly into her ear. “Shall we go find Scott and Rachel?” The lights flash on and off with the bass of her favorite dance song and Olivia is feeling the groove.
“No... I saw them at the bar when we came in. I want to go dance.” She has seen Ethan dance; he has moves, some of the smoothest she’s seen from a man on the dance floor. Feeling a brand new bravery and confidence around him, she wants to show him a few moves of her own.
Ethan is intrigued and grins. “Ok then, lead the way.” God she’s beautiful and now she’s mine. Well, sort of.
Olivia heads into the crowd and onto the dance floor with Ethan following closely behind. Jason Derulo sings… ‘In the beginning, I never thought it could be you’. Turning to face him, she finds the rhythm, moving her hips. ‘Tonight! Take me to the other side’.
Ethan joins in, his hips swaying side to side and pushing forward with the beat. ‘Let your love crash into me, and then you bite your lip whisper and say, we’re going all the way’. Watching Olivia’s movements, he moves around her on the floor. Close enough that she can feel every muscle in his stomach ripple as he moves against her. Jason Derulo sings…‘This could be perfect. We won’t know unless we try’.
Olivia steps towards him, eliminating any space between them and presses herself against him, moving to the music in a very seductive manner. Lifting her arms in the air, she lets the beat wash over her. ‘I know you’re nervous so just sit back and let me drive’. Ethan puts his hands on her hips and holds her against his body as the chorus pulses its rhythm. ‘Tonight, kiss me like it’s do or die, and take me to the other side’.
They move perfectly together, as if they have been dance partners forever. His body predicting her every step and surrounding her in a possessive manner, making sure everybody knows they’re together. ‘I see that sexy looks in your eyes and I know, we ain’t friends anymore if we walk down this road we’ll be lovers for sure...’
Scott watches them from the bar, taking a big swig of his beer to try to calm his nerves. Tapping Rachel on the shoulder, he tries to bring it to her attention. “Honey… Olivia is here. Have you seen her?”
Rachel is talking to other friends, her back to him and turns her head slightly to answer. “No, I haven’t seen her yet. She’s probably sitting in a corner somewhere reading a book.” She chuckles.
“Ummm... No, she’s not!” Scott puts both hands on Rachel’s shoulders and spins her around to face the dance floor. Her eyes open wide in shock. “Holy shit!” She looks back at Scott who is ordering another beer. “Yup, that’s what I thought too.”
The song ends and the slow, sexy introduction to a very provocative song begins to play. Every beat of the music becomes very sensual as Ethan presses fully against her back and wraps his arms around her, caressing her with a gentle rhythm. She matches his movement, back and forth, side to side, grinding her body against his. When she leans her head back to rest beneath his chin, he lowers his mouth so he can press his lips to the side of her temple, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. She lets him take control, pressing his hands against her hips and anchoring her against him, rolling his hips and stroking himself into her. It’s fully clothed sex on the dance floor and everyone is watching.
Running his hands along her arms until he reaches her fingers he grasps them, lifting them over her head and twists her, spinning her around to face him. Her hands fall against his chest, and becoming lost in the sensuality of the music, she moves them to touch him, rubbing them across his body, finding their way to his shoulders. Ethan moves his hands down her sides and past her hips, dangerously gliding alon
g the bottom of her dress, but she doesn’t stop him. On the next swaying movement, he pulls her towards him so that her body is firmly against his growing erection. Even through his jeans, she can feel the rigid outline of the hardening shaft and swelling head press against her. The sensitive knot of nerves between her legs begins to ache as he purposely and relentlessly rubs his hardened dick against her with every movement. Every touch, every stroke, fuelling her desire
When she lets out a small breathy moan in his ear, Ethan feels his control start to wane and he leans into her neck and whispers. “Follow me.” Turning her around, he edges her forward, and then takes his place at her side, holding her elbow and guiding her to the back of the bar.
“Ethan?” Aroused, Olivia follows willingly, hoping that he’s finally going to take care of her agonizing need.
Leaning in, he whispers into her ear. “You need to be fucked. And I’m going to fuck you, right now.” The words make every nerve and muscle between her legs clench and tense. Finally! He leads her to a large door framed in a dark heavy wood; a brass nameplate dons the word MANAGER. Olivia hesitates as Ethan pushes open the door and pulls her inside. Spinning her around and stepping forward, he forces her to step backwards against the door, closing it behind her. Her heart races at an unhealthy rhythm.
Pinning her against the door, he moves his hand above her head and slides the lock across bolting it from the inside preventing any unwanted interruptions. Her breathing becomes erratic as he slides his hand down and cups her breast in his hand, twisting her sensitive nipple and making her body keen as she moans.
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