by Claire Adams
"You can ask me anything and I'll tell you the whole truth. The lawsuit, my time in college, the years I was addicted to speed, how I developed my company. Nothing is off limits," I swore, and I meant it.
"Just dinner and talking — nothing more?" she asked me. Of course, I wanted more, but I realized now that even if we never had sex again, I loved being with Kayla. I missed her smile, the sound of her laugh, and the way I felt when she leaned her head on my shoulder. I missed hearing about her day, listening to her stories about her childhood, and answering her questions about mine. If she needed to put sex aside in order to gain the intimacy with she needed to freely give her body to me, then I was more than willing.
Taking her hand in mine, I said softly, "Only if you want more."
She thought about if for an eternity before her perfect, rosy lips turned up into that radiant smile I loved so much. She climbed onto the back of my bike and wrapped her hands around me. No words needed to be said. I just put the bike into gear and turned up the gas.
Kayla was mine again, and I was going to make this a magical evening that she would never forget — but first, we had a pit stop to make.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kayla
"What are we doing here?" I asked, as Ethan parked his bike in front of Andresen's. It was the hottest new restaurant in town, guaranteed to be bustling with socialites seeking wealthy boyfriends and movie stars seeking the spotlight. It wasn't the kind of dinner date I had in mind and the least accommodating place to try and have an intimate conversation.
"We just need to pop in for a few minutes I promised my old friend Vick that we would have a drink."
"You also promised me we would finally get to talk," I reminded him.
"I know, and we will. We'll just be in and out. I'm afraid if I don't show, Vick will get worried and check in on me. I'd rather get this out of the way and be able to be alone together without interruption."
"Okay," I acquiesced, even though my instincts told me this was a mistake.
The maître d’ escorted us to our table, where I recognized Ethan's college buddy Vick, looking even more handsome than the last time in a black blazer and blue silk shirt. Next to him was the unmistakable Gwyneth Manzranni, looking incredible in a little black dress that hugged her voluptuous body like it had been poured onto her bare flesh, accented by a diamond, collar necklace and matching earrings. I suddenly felt dowdy and completely underdressed in the simple, pink summer dress I'd slipped into after work. My blonde hair had been wet when I finished showering after the shoot and I'd pulled it back into a simple braid, giving me a wholesome look that was far outshined by her glamour.
"Welcome. We're so glad you two could make it." Gwyneth hugged me like we were best friends. I nearly choked to death on her excessive perfume. We settled into our seats in the cramped booth and Vick ordered us all a round of vodka tonics.
"To old friends and to new," he toasted, giving me a little wink to ease my discomfort.
We all drank down the burning liquid, then Ethan started to stand, and said, "Thanks so much for the drink, but I forgot Kayla and I had plans for dinner tonight, so we must be going."
"Whatever plans you have, just change them. Have your dinner here," Vick insisted boisterously as the waiter brought another round of drinks.
"I can't. I promised Kayla we could go someplace quiet to talk."
"To talk? Is that what you two sex addicts are calling it these days?" Gwyneth teased, making me blush.
"No, to actually talk," Ethan defended my honor. "This whole thing with Charles Dorsey has dredged up a lot of questions about my past, and I promised Kayla that tonight I would answer any and all questions she had about my days right after college when I was first starting the business and still hanging out with you morons."
Gwyneth smirked knowingly and said, "Oh, so you want to talk about a different kind of addiction all together. Ethan's only been hooked on two things: first speed, and then sex."
"You mean the adrenaline rush he gets from riding fast?" I asked naively, hoping I had just misunderstood her innuendo.
"No, I mean uppers, cocaine, crystal meth. You name it, he took it. It started as a way to study all night for his finals, but before long, he was completely addicted. When he got out of college, he kept taking them at work, and when he quit Krueger and branched out on his own, he took even more."
Vick nodded in agreement, and said, "He was convinced working non-stop without sleep was the only way to get his company going, and taking speed was the way to make it happen. We could see how much it was changing him and tried to intervene, but he was addicted and found a way no matter what you did."
"Don't you think this is my story to tell?" Ethan glared at two friends, but they refused to let the subject drop.
Gwyneth continued, "He'd do anything to get more speed: lie, steal, betray his closest friends. I hated watching what it was doing to him, so I gave him an ultimatum. Check into Garden Hope Center or it was over between us."
"His mistake was my gain." Vick kissed her passionately, and she giggled like a schoolgirl. I could see Ethan was growing really uncomfortable. I couldn't help but wonder if he was jealous of the two of them. Did he still have feelings for his ex-girlfriend?
"Why can't everyone just leave the past where it fucking belongs?" he shouted out angrily, and suddenly, he got up and stormed away from the table.
While Vick and Gwyneth gaped in surprise, I followed after him.
"Ethan, I understand what's wrong," I called after him. His long legs were capable of big strides and I had to practically run to catch up to him. I rounded the corner just in time to see him step into the men's room. Taking a deep breath for courage, I followed him in.
"Can't a guy keep anything private?" Ethan glared at me as I stepped into the restroom. Several men gasped, zipped up their flies, and left abruptly, giving us the room to ourselves.
"Sorry, but I think we need to finish talking this out," I explained, refusing to go.
"Haven't you heard enough? I wanted to tell you what happened my way, but those two wouldn't quit blabbing."
"Why? So you could filter the past and just tell me the parts you wanted me to hear?" I wanted to say, “Like how you never stopped loving Gwyneth when she dumped you or how jealous you are that she's with Vick now?” But I kept those thoughts to myself.
“It's my story to tell and I should get to be the one who shares it. I want you to know the whole truth, even as ugly as it was, but I didn't want you to hear it like some gossip story told by two drunks who didn't really experience it.
“They don't know what it was like to be me, to feel the pressures to succeed, and to never have had anyone to count on but myself. I had to work all night long, and taking speed to do it seemed like a reasonable thing to do at the time. Of course, I know better now, but back then, I was just a scared kid doing what I thought was right. I'm not a monster, just a fool."
"It must have been hard for you," I sympathized. Then I looked at him carefully, and continued, "Especially when you lost Gwyneth."
"It was at the time, but she means nothing to me now. I thought taking speed was the greatest high there was, and I thought being with Gwynn was the greatest love there was; but now I know just how wrong I was. Speeding on my bike, building my own business, becoming the success I am now are all far greater highs than I ever got from drugs."
He pulled me into his arms, caressed my cheek, and gazed lovingly into my eyes. With a voice that was thick was lust, he said, "And being with you is a million times better than Gwyn had ever been. When I was a young kid, I thought I loved her; but now I'm a man and I know that what I have with you is far richer, far greater, and far more meaningful."
Ethan reached back with one hand and locked the door to the men's room, and before he was even finished, I flung myself at him, wrapping my body around him as we kissed passionately. He hadn't said the words, but in his own way, he had told me he loved me. I knew I loved him, too.
"Fuck me," I said, and my voice was throaty with desire. Ethan fulfilled my needs that night, not just emotionally, but physically. We were one in every way, and I was happy.
Chapter Thirty
Ethan
I never talked about my past. I didn't need to talk about it with the people who had been there at the time because they already knew the hell I'd been through, and I never talked about it with anyone else because it was none of their business. I'd learned from my mistakes and now those mistakes were dead and buried. I wanted to keep them that way, and ignoring them and never bringing them up seemed like the best plan to keep it that way. Until Kayla came along.
I trusted her in ways I never trusted anyone: not even Gwyneth or my father. She was so natural and authentic, I felt safe to be my real self with her. No pretenses, cover-ups, or lies. I had always intended to tell her everything at my own pace, when the time felt right; but then this bullshit lawsuit with Dorsey happened and I had to push my timetable way up.
Fine. I could deal with it, especially if the alternative meant losing Kayla. Only, I wanted to tell her privately in my own words. Then, Vick and Gwyneth had ruin that by running their drunken mouths too much. Shit. Wasn't anything personal anymore? It was more than I could take and I had to get the hell out of there before I lost my temper and did or said something I regretted.
I didn't expect Kayla to follow me into the men's room, and I really didn't expect that she would have mistaken my reaction as jealousy over Gwyneth trading me for Vick. I had to let her know the truth about I really felt, and when I did, I was rewarded by the sound of her sweet lips whispering, "Fuck me."
I locked the door behind us, ensuring that we would have the spacious men's room all to ourselves, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her with all the passion I felt deep inside. She melted in my embrace, opening her mouth to mine and letting me overpower her tongue with my own. God, she tasted good.
I hoisted her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I cradled her perfect ass in both hands and lifted her onto the countertop between the two sinks as we kept kissing each other as if trying to devour one another alive.
I raised the skirt of her little pink dress and discovered she wearing a little black thong. With the strength of my hands, I ripped the seams and pulled it off her body, exposing her beautiful, tight pussy with her legs still spread wide. When I fingered her, I was delighted to discover she was already wet, and I took pleasure in making her moan by touching her in just the ways I knew she liked best.
First, I massaged her clitoris with slow, circular movements of my thumb, then when her breathing was rapid enough, I moved to flicking it playfully with my finger. She leaned back against the bathroom counter, grinding her hips and moaning loudly, as I inserted the first two fingers of my right hand into her eager tunnel, fucking her there. She gasped and cried out in pleasure, so I inserted a third finger and then a fourth, fucking her with my hand into near orgasm.
Kayla leaned forward and unzipped my slacks, reaching for my dick. She found it easily and began to jerk me off. God, it felt good, but not as good as I knew her pussy would. Yanking her towards me, I shoved my hard cock into her quivering slot, and felt the walls of her tight tunnel ripple as she enveloped me. I nearly came right then; I had to grit my teeth to hold it back.
Kayla wrapped her firm thighs around my waist, buried her face in my neck, and undulated wildly as she orgasmed. Damn, she was hot when she climaxed.
I thrusted powerfully inside her, loving the rush of power I felt when I made her come, but I felt my own orgasm surging up inside me and I didn't want to blow it too soon. I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.
"Take it easy. Stop, Kayla," I instructed, but she just bucked more wildly. I knew if I didn't stop things quickly, in just a matter of seconds, it would be too late. I had to act swiftly.
With a bit more force than I meant to, I grabbed her by her blonde ponytail and yanked her back, ripping her off of me and slamming her down on the marble countertop.
"I said stop, you naughty girl. Don't you ever listen?" I barked angrily. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and a smile curled up the corners of her pink lips. Softening my voice, I glared menacing and grabbed her torn panties. "It looks like somebody needs another lesson on how to behave. Give me your hands."
She held out her arms to me, and I used the narrow strip of her silk thong to bind her wrists together tightly. Ripping off my belt, I commanded her sternly, "Bend over and grip your ankles, naughty girl."
Kayla instantly obeyed, bending over at the waist so her bare ass was displayed provocatively in the air. It made my dick ache with desire, and I wanted to plunge into and fuck her from behind, but I reminded myself how much better sex with her was when I drew things out.
I folded the leather belt in half and lifted the hemline of her dress up to expose her naked butt cheeks fully. Kayla looked back over her shoulder at me with her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. She wanted this as much as I wanted to give it to her.
I brought the belt down against her ass, carefully measuring the amount of force I implemented so it stung but didn't leave a welt. I wanted to enhance her sexual pleasure with the use of pain, but not actually scar or injure her. Small amounts of pain carried along the same nerve passageways as that of sexual pleasure, and if done correctly, they could be used to trick the brain into registering the pain signals as erotic pleasure, creating an even more profound sexual experience.
This was the gift I wanted to give to Kayla, and in doing so, my own sexual experience would also be enhanced. It was sadism/masochism at its finest, and the best part of BDSM roleplay, as far as I was concerned.
It wasn't a game for the casual player or novice, however. Serious damage or injury could be done to the submissive if a dominant didn't know how to properly administer corporal punishment. I had studied under the best and knew what I was doing. Kayla's response made that clear as she writhed and screamed with her second climax as I spanked her with the belt again.
When I could tell she'd had enough, I dropped the belt and grabbed her by her ponytail, yanking her up and hauling her to the nearest stall.
"Brace against the wall," I barked. She obeyed my command without hesitation, bracing her palms against the metal wall of the bathroom stall. They were still bound by the silk panties, but I'd left enough flexibility for her to be able to perform the simple movement.
"Good girl. Now spread your legs wide. Wider. As wide as you can go," I insisted, and she did as she'd been told. I slammed into her dripping wet pussy from behind, entering that well-spread, tight cunt from the rear. She straightened her arms and leveraged against the wall so she could push back into my dick as I fucked her with hard, powerful strokes, drawing me more deeply into her tunnel than I knew I could go. It felt incredible, and the sounds of her moans echoing off the marble floor and walls only heightened my arousal.
"I'll be good. Please keep fucking me," she begged. I gripped her hips with my left hand while my right hand grabbed her tits and began to pinch her nipples playfully. It drove her into her third orgasm, and the feel of her pulsating pussy was more than I could stand. My climax exploding powerfully from deep within me, locking my muscles into spasm as every cell in by body exploded with euphoric ecstasy. It was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had, and I knew it was because Kayla and I now shared an intimacy unlike any relationship I'd had before.
Our hearts and minds were now one, with no barriers or secrets between us, and it made our sex-life even more outstanding than it had been before. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her torso as our bodies shook and trembled together in dual orgasms. I could feel the beat of her pulse and the rhythm of her breathing in perfect synchrony with my own. We were one.
Slowly, our breathing returned to normal and our heartbeats slowed. Kayla was smiling brightly as I unbound her wrists and we washed ourselves clean in the sink with paper
towels.
"What am I going to wear back to the dinner table?" she blushed, staring at the tattered remains of her silk thong.
"I guess you'll have to go without," I grinned, and she giggled with delight.
"Won't walking around a restaurant with no panties make me a naughty girl?" she asked, and her eyes were sparkling with glee.
"It might," I said with a mock glare.
"I guess that means you will have to punish me again when we get home." When she flushed with happiness, I felt my own heart soar.
"Does this mean you're coming back home with me? I'd like it if we could live together. You don't need to waste your hard-earned money on an apartment. You could just stay with me and I'll take care of you."
"We can talk about it when we're alone someplace private," she said. It wasn't the yes I'd been hoping for, but it wasn't a no either. "Let's get out of here."
"You got it." I grinned and I led her by the hand back to our table where Vick and Gwyneth looked relieved to see us.
"Is everything okay?” Gwyneth asked with genuine concern.
"Yes," I said as I pulled out Kayla's chair for her. "Sorry I left so abruptly. I was feeling pretty tense, but we had a good talk in the bathroom and I feel much better now."
Kayla winced slightly as she sat down, and I wished I had some soothing ointment for her beaten behind. I saw Gwyneth notice her brief expression of discomfort, and I knew we'd been busted.
Vick, on the other hand, was completely oblivious. I had to stifle as laugh as he said naively, "You were in the bathroom? I noticed several patrons complaining to the manager that they couldn't get into the men's room. They said there was some kind of ruckus going on inside. You two must have been having quite the noisy argument."
Gwyneth smacked him on the shoulder knowingly and grinned. "They weren't arguing. Just the opposite. They were making up."
"Oh?" Vick looked confused, and then suddenly, his expression changed to one of understanding. "Oh! Were you two really fucking in the bathroom?"