by Claire Adams
Chapter Eighteen
Ethan
I had booked my usual suite at the hotel. I had brought many women up to the penthouse before, but bringing Kayla up there somehow felt different. She wasn't like the other mindless pieces of eye candy I have been with before. I felt a connection with her. She was someone I could talk to, and I loved listening to the sound of her voice.
When she told Gwyneth that she was my girlfriend, I should have objected immediately. A few of the other models I'd dated in the past had tried something similar and I had put the gold-digging bitches in their place immediately, threatening to kick them out of the party if they stepped out of bounds again. But when Kayla did it, the strangest thing happened: I felt my heart swell with the kind of happy excitement I hadn't felt in years. Ironically, she was saying it to the only other woman who had ever made me want to be in a relationship.
With Gwyneth, our romance had ended badly and I thought I had learned from that mistake. With Kayla, however, I was willing to take the risk and open my heart again. The feelings I thought I had closed myself off to were alive and thriving in my heart whenever I looked at her.
I was certain it was a terrible mistake bringing her up to my hotel suite, she would eventually hurt me and I would regret this decision for a long time. When I looked at her, though, and saw her sexy thigh through the slit she had created, all I wanted to do was take her upstairs and fuck her until we both couldn't breathe.
She was adorably nervous on the elevator ride up, trying not to fidget as she stared at the ornate wallpaper inside the elevator. I could tell she had never been inside a hotel as nice as this one, and I was enjoying seeing the wonder in her eyes as I opened the door to the suite to let her in with a grand sweep of my arm.
"Welcome to my second home," I said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"You stay here a lot?" Kayla's blue eyes were large.
"I book this room whenever we hold an event in the hotel. I'm always so damn tired afterwards, it's nice not to have to take the long car ride home," I explained, leaving out the part about it also being an easy way to get laid with whatever date I had brought.
"This room is amazing, and so was tonight. Thanks for bringing me," Kayla said as she sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in the center of the room. Her spine was stiff as a board, and although she was trying to play it cool, she was trembling slightly.
I remembered what it was like to be young and poor, just rising up the ranks in this city. Being brought to a lavish suite like this by a CEO was intimidating as hell. I didn't want Kayla to feel so ill at ease, so instead of sitting next to her on the bed, I strolled across to the bar on the far side of the room. I picked out the bottle of Bacardi 551 and poured us each a tall glass.
"I think tonight was a successful debut, not just for the All American, but for you too." I complimented as carried her drink to her and handed it to her with a flourish.
"Do you really think so?" She was so naively innocent and sweet, it was irresistible.
"I do," I said honestly. "The buzz around the party was as much about your cover shoot as it was about my bike. I heard a lot of guests asking who you were, if you had an agent, and wondering if you would be available. I expect your phone to be ringing off the hook Monday morning."
"God, I hope so. That would be amazing." Kayla's face lit up and her body relaxed. "I've been working so hard for the past three years with nothing to show for it. I can't tell you how close I came to just giving up."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't." I held my glass up and clinked it against hers. "To the launch of your career."
She took a large swallow and winced at the strength of it, but then finished it off with a hearty gulp. She was smiling victoriously when she handed the empty glass back to me.
"I want to thank you for believing in me," she said, and I could hear the emotion in her voice.
"Don't thank me; it was easy." I sat on the bed next to her and caressed her shoulder. "I admire you a lot for having the courage to go for your dreams. Making it as a model in this city is tough, but through it all, you haven't let yourself grow jaded or let them turn you into something you're not. That shows class and integrity."
"A lot of people have told me it was my integrity that was holding me back from really making it in this business."
"Well then, how come you're the new cover girl for Speed Motorcycles and sharing a drink with the owner of the company?" I asked pointedly, and she broke out in a wide smile.
"Honestly, I don't know." She blushed.
"I know." My voice was hoarse with passion. "You're an incredible woman, Kayla: smart, beautiful, sexy as hell. I can't tell you how much I want you, but I don't want you to feel pressured about it, like you're obligated to sleep with me just because I hired you to pose for the magazine. I only want you if you want me just as much."
"I do," she said in a husky voice. It was all the permission I needed.
I grabbed her and pulled her to me, crushing her soft, delicate lips with my own. Her mouth opened for me and our tongues intertwined as I tried to devour her. She tasted so sweet, and her body was so soft as her round breasts crushed against my hard chest. My erection was straining painfully in the confines of my slacks. I wanted to just rip off all our clothes and take her right then and there, but that just wouldn't do.
A moment like this needed to be savored. It needed to be drawn out, to maximize every moment, to make the pleasure last and last. I wanted to make Kayla's body feel things she had never experienced before. When she woke up in the morning, it would have been enough to make her stay this time, and I knew just how to do it.
Even though it pained me to do so, I released her from my embrace and drew back.
"What's wrong?" She looked worried.
"Nothing's wrong." I grinned at her with a sexy leer. "Go down to the ice machine and bring up a bucket of ice. I'm going to get things ready for when you return."
"What's to get ready?"
"You'll see. Now, be an obedient little girl and do as you've been told." I winked at her, and she smiled back.
"Yes, sir," she said, and then she was gone.
My palms were actually sweating as I closed the door behind her. I knew I only had a few minutes, and I needed to make them count. Indeed, I needed to make tonight count, and that's exactly what I intended to do.
Chapter Nineteen
Kayla
My heart was pounding with anticipation as I made my way to the ice machine. What wonderful delights did Ethan have in store for me? I remembered how it had felt when he hit my ass with a flogger the night I stayed over at his Beverly Hills mansion. It had been the most incredible experience of my life. I hadn't known that sex could feel so incredible amazing until that night.
I found the ornate, silver buckets stacked up by the ice machine and begin to fill one. I heard someone approaching me from behind and a familiar voice said, "Kayla, I didn't realize you were back at the hotel."
I turned to face none other than Gwyneth. She had an ice bucket of her own in her hands, and we both smiled awkwardly at each other as she began to fill it.
"Yeah, Ethan and I got back a little bit ago, but didn't feel like going back to the noise of the party, so he invited me upstairs for a quiet drink." I felt obligated to explain, even though it was obvious that she knew the truth about what was really about to happen up there.
"I'm happy for you two," she said. I was touched by her sincerity. I felt bad for being jealous of her earlier and wondered if we'd be able to become friends. She seemed to feel the same way as she asked me, "Tell me, is he really doing okay?"
"Yeah, he's doing great."
"Good," she looked visibly relieved. "Those years when he was struggling with his addiction were so awful; I couldn't bear to watch it. He's really doing okay now? No relapses?"
"What addiction?" I asked, feeling taken aback; but Gwyneth mistook my response as being sarcasm and laughed lightly.
"Good, I was worried that
a stressful time like the launch of a big new design would set him back. And then, of course, running into people he used to know like he did tonight always carries a risk, too."
"No, I'm serious. What addiction?" I asked more insistently.
Gwyneth looked surprised. "I thought as his girlfriend, surely you would know about it."
"Tell me." I was practically pleading now.
"I don't think it's my place to say anything." She took a step back, widening the distance between us. The bond we had shared just a moment ago already blocked by a brick wall of secrecy.
She looked at me sadly. "Ethan and I had an unspoken pact never to talk about it for his sake. If he wants you to know, he'll tell you himself."
"Just tell me, is it something dangerous? I want to help him if I can." I was pleading and it was pathetic, but what else could I do? The ploy didn't work. Gwyneth just took her shook her head and walked away, carrying her ice with her.
"He'll tell you when he's ready," was all she would say, then she entered the elevator and she was gone.
Feeling frustrated, I returned to Ethan's suite as slowly as I could, wondering if I was getting in over my head by being his girlfriend.
Already tonight I'd heard so many rumors of secrecy surrounding him, and now this question of addiction. Was Ethan a time bomb capable of blowing up in my face at any minute? Was I getting myself involved in someone who was already in too much trouble to fix? Or was Gwyneth just trying to scare me away so she could have her back for herself? I'd been in Los Angeles long enough to know you couldn't trust every rumor you heard. The only way to learn the truth was to talk to the source: Ethan.
I opened the door, determined to talk to him about it, when instantly everything went dark. It was Ethan. He'd been waiting by the door with a blindfold in his hands, and the moment I crossed the threshold, he tied it over my eyes.
"What's going on?" I cried out, startled. "I can't see a thing."
"Good," I heard his strong voice say sternly. "You've been a naughty girl tonight, telling everyone you're my girlfriend, ripping your expensive dress, and then sneaking out of the party to go joy riding on a motorcycle. I think you need to be taught a lesson, and I'm the one who's going to do it."
Thrills of excitement coursed through my body at his words. I couldn't wait. I allowed him to guide me across the vast room to the bed, where he helped me lay down upon it. The silk comforter felt luxurious beneath me as I stretched out upon it and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
"What's going on?" I stared into the blackness of my blindfold. I could hear him shuffling around me, but I couldn't figure out what he was doing.
"Silence, naughty girl, or I will have to gag you," he said. "Now give me your hands."
I held out my hands in front of me and felt him tie something tightly around them. I guessed correctly that it was the tie from his tuxedo. Next, he yanked my arms up over my head by my bonds, and I felt him securing them to the headboard of the ornate, brass bed I was laying on.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Is it loose enough to not cut off your circulation?"
I wiggled my arms within the confines of my bonds and answered honestly, "I'm comfortable."
"Good," Ethan said. "If you become uncomfortable, simply say the words ‘yellow light,’ and I'll know I need to slow down or change things. If you want to stop playing all together, say ‘red light’ and I will stop what I'm doing and release you at once. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes," I said nervously, but it was a happy excitement and I wasn't scared.
"Look how you've ruined the designer gown I bought for you," Ethan chastised. I felt him grip the dress buy the slit I had created and yank on it, tearing the thin fabric the rest of the way, all the way to the top of the bodice.
Now I was completely naked, except for my lace panties, and my skin prickled in the cool air. I longed to lower my hands to cover my bared body, but my bonds prevented it and I was forced to lay there, feeling vulnerable and oddly aroused.
"When someone gives you something, you need to cherish it and treat it right," he was lecturing me now. I stared into the darkness of my blindfold and wondered what he had in store for me.
Suddenly, I felt his warm, strong hands on my full breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them. "Like these," Ethan said. “Your magnificent breasts are like a gift from God to me. I intend to cherish them."
I felt the erotic sensation of his thumbs running across the top of my nipples, and I arched my back, pressing them towards him, desperately wanting more. He took his time, sensuously playing with them with his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and pulling them one moment, and then kissing them with his mouth the next. Sighs of pleasure escaped my throat while I begin to squirm in my bonds, wanting more as he tauntingly had his way with me.
"You're making me so hot," I moaned aloud.
"Naughty girl, didn't I tell you not to speak?" Ethan sounded angry, but I knew he wasn't. Even though I couldn't see his face, something told me that he was having as much fun as I was. "If you're hot, perhaps I need to cool you down."
A gasp tore from my lips as searing cold erupted on my sensitive nipples. It took me a moment to realize what it was; Ethan was rubbing cubes of ice from the bucket I had fetched upon my bare nipples. The freezing cold burned painfully, and yet waves of pleasure were radiating there, too, and I could feel my panties growing wet with the juices of my own arousal.
"What's the matter? Feeling too cold?" he taunted. "Let me warm you back up."
He put his hot, wet mouth up on my frozen nipple, suckling me there to warm my icy flesh. I moaned aloud with pleasure, then suddenly, he applied the ice again. Back and forth he went: hot then cold, cold then hot, until I was writhing and panting with pleasure, helpless to do anything else.
"Fuck me, please," I cried out loud. "I want to feel you inside me, now."
I was desperate to feel his dick in my quivering pussy, but he intended to draw out both my pleasure as well as my suffering.
"Not until you learn your lesson, naughty girl," he said, and I felt him untie the bonds from around my wrists. "Now kneel on the bed," he commanded. Obediently, I did as I'd been told and knelt on my hands and knees.
I felt him climb onto the bed and kneel behind me. His strong hands sensuously massaged my buttocks before sliding between my thighs to rub my throbbing pussy through my sticky-wet panties. It made me want him more than ever. With his strong hands, he suddenly ripped the side seams of the delicate panties, tearing them off my body.
I quivered with excitement, hoping this would mean he was going to fuck me, but he still had other plans. I sighed and moaned with pleasure as Ethan fingered the delicate folds of my pussy, fucking me with slow deliberate movements of his expert hands.
"Feel how wet you are?" He stroked me with his long fingers. "You look innocent and sweet on the outside, but really, you like being a naughty girl, don't you?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"Well, you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" he taunted. "They deserve to get spanked. Is that what you want? Do you want me to spank you?"
The question was intriguing. Just a few months ago, I would have been horrified and disgusted by such a suggestion. But now, I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything. My entire body was pulsating with desire for him to do just that, and I nodded my head vigorously.
"Yes, please spank me."
I felt the hard slap of Ethan's open palm coming down firmly against my bare buttock and I gasped in surprise and pain. Pleasure radiated from the spot where his hand had struck and made my pussy and nipples tingle with intense pleasure.
More, I wanted more, and Ethan delivered, reigning blow upon blow upon my bare buttocks. I gasped with pleasure. Tears were stinging my eyes, and still, I wanted more. With every smack of his hand upon my vibrating butt cheeks, I came closer and closer to orgasm as every cell in
my body tingled with sexual pleasure. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped and there came no more.
As I knelt on the bed, panting to catch my breath, I felt awash with disappointment and yearned for something more.
"Are you ready to be a good girl now?" he asked in a soft voice as he gently removed the blindfold from my eyes and used it to dab the tears and sweat from my face.
"Yes, I'll be good now," I whimpered. Ethan lay down naked on the bed next to me and I saw that he had an enormous erection. He propped up on the pillows, grinned at me lustfully, and then ordered me to mount his giant dick. I obeyed with willing enthusiasm.
As he sunk deep within my quivering, wet folds, I sighed with satisfaction. My desperate longing to feel him inside me was finally brought to fruition.
"Good girl," Ethan praised me. "Now, fuck me."
I begin to thrust up and down over the length of him with rapid movements of my hips, but he gave me a firm smack on the ass and said angrily, "Not like that, naughty girl. Fuck me slowly, as slow as you possibly can move."
I tried to obey, but it felt so good, I wanted to speed up. Ethan gave me another admonishing spank and said more sternly, "I said fuck me slowly."
I moved even slower, and at last, he looked happy. Thrusting with such deliberate slowness drew out my pleasure and huge ripples of euphoric delight coursed through me, making me scream out loud.
"Now fuck me faster until you come," he commanded. I threw back my head and thrust with wild abandon as I screamed out in orgasm. As the waves of my climax begin to ebb, he commanded forcefully, "Now fuck me slowly again"
I obeyed and the continuous motion, combined with the change of pace, kept my orgasm going, so instead of ending, it cycled up into a new orgasm even stronger than the first. He commanded me to let loose again, and my screams echoed off the penthouse suite walls as yet another orgasm over took me.