“Yes, I need discipline, Milady, I’m out of control,” he said grinning.
“Sit back in your chair,” she ordered, “and unzip your pants.”
Ethan looked at her with curiosity.
“Now?” he asked, his eyes looking toward the door.
“Yes, right now,” she said assertively, his nervous laughter delighting her.
“May I lock the door?”
She shook her head.
“No you may not, my Pet. Now do as I say. Unzip your pants.”
Ethan smirked but followed her orders. She watched as he unzipped his pants.
“Now pull out your cock,” she said.
She saw him looking at the door and then back at her, his nervousness evident but his need to please her greater.
She watched greedily as he pulled out his delicious, delectable cock. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes took it in. It was so long and smooth, almost as if it had been carved by a master sculptor.
“Keep your eyes on me, my pet,” she purred. “If you get caught you’ll have to explain that you were a naughty boy and are being punished,” she teased.
He looked at her with mock rebellion, but she knew he was excited by this. The thought of getting caught would serve to heighten his arousal.
“Now stroke yourself, and don’t you dare take your eyes off me,” she commanded.
She watched as his hand slid up and down his smooth shaft, his eyes both loving her and hating her at once.
She felt her own arousal escalate. Her pussy grew warm and wet and she ached to touch it. She directed her arousal at Ethan, putting everything she wanted to do into the words she said to him.
“Now imagine my lips kissing your erection, my tongue teasing the tip, your juices coating my tongue,” she urged.
He closed his eyes for a moment and she could see his pleasure as his face softened. “Open your eyes, and look at me,” she coaxed.
He did as she asked.
“Now imagine I’m taking you deeper, maneuvering your shaft further and further into my throat, fucking your cock with my tongue and my warm, moist mouth,” she said, torturing him with her words.
He massaged himself methodically, his eyes fucking her with every stroke. She was so turned on by him she could barely speak, but she continued teasing him.
“Your cock is throbbing in my mouth, filling me, your warm juices lubricating my throat, but still I take you. I want you to cum and I won’t stop until you reward me with your orgasm,” she purred. “You can feel my teeth grazing your flesh, but it only serves to excite you further. You can’t control yourself much longer. You can feel your excitement rising in your gut, the blood coursing through your groin.”
Ethan’s breath quickened, his eyes softening with pleasure. She knew he was close.
“You cum in my mouth, your hot juices filling my throat, feeding my need.”
Ethan let out a stifled moan, releasing his orgasm. Reagan was certain he held back his passion for fear his pleasure would alert someone outside his office door. Watching cum pour from the tip of his cock sent a ripple of electricity through her. She wanted so desperately to taste it.
His obedience pleased her. She stared at him as he pulled himself together, her soft mouth open, trying to control her own breath. Finally, he peered at her, the look on his face one of absolute and complete satisfaction.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped, shaking his head slowly.
Reagan smiled at him gently and allowed him to gather himself. Finally she spoke.
“Show me your hand,” she urged.
Ethan raised his hand in front of the monitor, covered with his cum.
“You may zip up and wash up, my Pet,” she offered, “and then get back to work.”
Ethan nodded, zipping up his pants.
“When will we see each other?” he asked, still breathless.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know,” she said. “Now say thank you and hang up before someone comes in.”
“Thank you, Milady. Thank you,” he growled through a satisfied grin.
Reagan sat back in the chair, staring at the blank screen of her laptop for several minutes, allowing herself to regroup. She had told Ethan exactly how she felt and he understood. He wanted to explore things with her, see what might develop. She couldn’t deny their chemistry. They were definitely in sync.
They were both sensual people with unconventional tastes, but would they be a fit in the real world?
He wasn’t just famous, he was a mega star. No matter where he went, he would be recognized.
She’d spent the better part of the past three years in obscurity, staying under the radar. How would those two puzzle pieces fit together?
Maybe she was getting too far ahead of herself. One day at a time, she thought. One day at a time. This day was a check in the happy column, and that was enough for now.
She noticed the time and pulled herself together. She wanted to stop at the florist before heading over to the retirement home. The ladies enjoyed it so much when she brought them flowers.
She grabbed the audio books for Bill from her kitchen counter, found her car keys, and ran out the door.
CHAPTER 22
ETHAN
If the rest of Ethan’s day was stressful, he scarcely noticed. He felt relaxed, focused, and content. After he ended his playtime with Reagan, he met with the last of the investors for the project and walked away with some big fat checks. He felt great. The entire afternoon he had a big smile on his face. Reagan had agreed to see him again and he couldn’t be more excited.
After his meeting, he stopped for takeout and made his way home. The sun was setting when he pulled into the driveway. His housekeeper, Yui, was just stepping out his front door as he walked in.
“Good evening, Mr. McLaughlin” she said, stepping out of his way. “The pool cleaner was here today. I just finished up. Everything is spic and span.”
Ethan gave her a quick hug, and she smiled brightly.
“Thank you, Yui, but I told you to call me Ethan,” he said.
Yui smiled and shushed him.
“No, no,” she said, waving her hand in the air.
“I filled your fridge with healthy food. Why do you eat take out?” she scolded, pointing to his brown paper bag.
Ethan looked down and shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “I guess I just hate cooking for one.”
She shook her head and frowned.
“You need a nice girl,” she said.
Ethan laughed, patting her on the back. His thoughts turned to Reagan and the naughty exchange they’d had that morning. He couldn’t be sure, but he didn’t think that was what Yui had in mind.
“Let me help you to your car,” he offered, taking the cleaning caddy from her hand.
* * *
Just as he finished his meal, his phone chirped. Hoping it was Reagan, he checked the message right away. The text was from Mia.
Hi, Handsome. I woke up with a banging headache this morning. Gah! I guess I drank a bit too much champagne last night. Hope I wasn’t too much trouble. Miss you. <3
Ethan set his phone down. He had to figure out a way to end their affair kindly. They were definitely getting close to that point in a relationship when it was time to either define it, or end it.
That became clear to him the night before, when Mia had overstated their friendship to that reporter. If the press wanted to make two people a couple, the truth was not a prerequisite, and Mia had thrown them a nice juicy bone. She was clearly ready for something more serious with him and he owed it to her to be honest.
He picked up his phone and replied.
Sorry you aren’t feeling well. Can we talk soon? Maybe this weekend?
Before he could take his dishes into the kitchen, Mia replied.
That’s okay, nothing the hair of the dog won’t fix. LOL. I can’t meet this weekend. I’m on location all next week. Toronto. Yuck. I have a small role in that legal drama I told
you about a few weeks ago? I am catching a flight at six AM. Can we catch up when I get back? What do you want to talk about? <3
He’d forgotten. She had been offered the roll as a tall, leggy defense lawyer in a popular TV drama. She’d complained about the Canadian location. Too cold, she said. He’d reminded her that Toronto in mid-September was typically warm. He actually loved filming in Canada. It was a beautiful country. He especially liked Vancouver.
Although he would have preferred to talk sooner than later, he was also a little relieved. He wasn’t sure she would take the news well.
He replied.
Of course. We can meet up when you get home. Safe travels. I’m sure you’ll rock it.
He made his way to the kitchen and put his dishes in the dishwasher. Although it was getting late, he was hoping to hear from Reagan. He wondered, a little uneasily, if she was working that night. It wasn’t that he was jealous that she worked with other men. He believed her when she explained her process with her clients. It was just that he wanted to be with her. Hell, if she’d texted him right then and asked him to come over, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
Just how fast would his Porsche go?
He was restless. He knew he could probably do with a good night’s rest. He was running on about four hours sleep thanks to the late night celebrations and an early morning meeting. But he knew it would be difficult to fall asleep with so much activity on his brain.
He thought a late night swim would help him relax and made his way out to the pool, stripping his clothes along the way. This was definitely one of the benefits of living as a bachelor. He didn’t have to worry about modesty, just loneliness. He wondered how Reagan would look swimming naked in his pool.
He stood by the edge of water, completely naked, and looked into the clear, blue water. His skin shone gold in the outdoor lights around his patio. Before diving in, he allowed his mind to drift to Reagan, and shook his head as his cock pricked up and stood erect.
He dived in and swam longer and harder than he usually did.
When he came back in, two messages were waiting for him on his phone. He opened Reagan’s first, excited to hear from her.
Hello, my Pet. I hope the rest of your day was wonderful. You asked when we could see each other again. Sunday night, six PM. I’ll make us some dinner. Bring the following items. Do your own shopping. It would please me.
Twenty feet of nylon rope
Duct tape
Clothes pins
Feather duster
Looking forward to torturing you again. Do you remember our safe word? ;)
Ethan grinned widely, the thought of being tortured by Reagan stiffening his cock yet again. He reread her message, picturing a visit to the hardware store and quietly chuckling to himself. Wouldn’t that be fun for the cashier.
He quickly replied.
I look forward to your torture, Milady. But I’m also looking forward to talking with you and getting to know you more.
And then he added,
What do you think the salesclerk would say if I asked them to gift wrap my purchase? I’m going to. ;)
He rubbed the towel over his wet hair and opened the second message. It was from Mia.
I’ll miss you when I’m gone. Love you. <3
He let his breath out slowly. It was the first time she’d said she loved him.
Maybe he needed a safe word for Mia.
* * *
Early the next morning Ethan woke with a plan. He sent Kirk a message asking him to reschedule their Saturday morning breakfast meeting to cocktails at The Grill on Hollywood after work on Tuesday. He wanted to get to the hardware store before it got too busy. They would have everything on the list, no doubt.
He toasted himself a bagel, grabbed a glass of orange juice and headed out to the patio, taking his laptop with him. It was going to be another hot day.
He perused his social media and various entertainment news sites while eating his breakfast. He came across his name trending on social media. Pictures of Mia and himself at the premiere. And #stormchaser was also trending. The film had good numbers so far this weekend. He was happy to see that. He read a few reviews and they were favorable. He was confident the picture would have a long run.
He followed a link and it led him to TMZ. They had a picture of him and Mia with the caption:
THEY’RE IN LOVE!
Ethan shook his head and quickly read through the article. It was a play by play of their “romance” over the past few months, most of it exaggerated. Typical Hollywood gossip. They quoted Mia’s admission on the night of the premiere, no surprise there. It always made him wonder how they could get away with reporting whatever they wanted without clarifying any of the facts.
He shook off his irritation, cleared up his breakfast, and got in his car. By the time he pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store he’d already put the entire story out of his mind. He put on a hat and sunglasses and made his way into the store.
It was quiet, as he’d hoped, with only a few shoppers here and there. He let out a sigh of relief and proceeded to walk through the store. He typically didn’t run his own errands, instead paying his personal assistant to shop for him. He knew that in asking him to shop for himself, Reagan was building his expectation and pressing his comfort zone. He had to admit, his adrenalin was pumping.
Finding the duct tape was easy. It was at the end of an aisle. He was amused by the many colors he could choose from - Sunshine Yellow, Pearl White, Cherry Red, Violet Purple, Hot Pink, Tangerine Orange. He scoffed, and picked up the Hot Pink, thinking Reagan would find it amusing.
Next on his list were the clothes pins, which were with the laundry soap and hampers. That was also an easy one, also many colors to choose from. Plastic or wood, he wondered. He picked up plain wooden ones and added them to his basket.
The rope proved to be more challenging. There were so many different types and he found himself standing in the aisle for several minutes, feeling each one, uncertain which would be the best. He was concentrating so hard he didn’t notice an employee come up behind him.
“Can I help you, sir?” the young man asked.
Ethan jumped and quickly turned around, his heart racing. The clerk smiled at him and put his hands up.
“Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Ethan grinned, feeling embarrassed by his reaction. Obviously this kid had no idea what Ethan planned to do with the rope.
“No worries. I was just lost in my thoughts,” he said.
“Do you know what you’re looking for?” the young man asked.
Ethan smirked and shook his head. The clerk prodded further.
“What are you needing cord for?” he asked. “Is it for making a laundry line?”
Ethan looked at him blankly. Why would he ask that? The clerk gestured toward his basket. Ethan looked down. Ah, the clothes pins.
Oh shit, the duct tape.
“No, not a laundry line,” Ethan said calmly.
The young man shrugged.
“Okay, what’s it for? Maybe I can help you find the right one?”
Ethan cleared his throat, regarding the question. He actually wasn’t sure what it was for, but in his imagination he was tied to something.
“Um, I was looking for something a little softer,” Ethan said, suddenly wondering if the clerk thought he was planning to kidnap someone. “We’re going to use it for rappelling,” he added, maybe a little too quickly.
The clerk nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh, you’ll want rappelling rope then. Sporting goods. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Ethan followed, relieved he’d been able to think of something on the fly. His relief was short lived however, when the youngster asked him how much he needed.
“Twenty feet,” he said, without thinking.
The clerk raised his eyebrows confused, and Ethan immediately recognized his mistake.
“Um, that might not be enough. These packages
start at thirty-two feet,” he said picking up a bundle.
Ethan grabbed it from the kid’s hand and dropped it into his basket.
“You know what, this is perfect. Thanks for your help.”
“Do you need any carabiners? Hardware? Gloves?” the kid said.
Ethan shook his head.
“You know, I think I’m good,” he said, hurriedly making his way out of the aisle, his heart hammering in his chest.
Finally out of the clerk’s view, Ethan looked at his list. Just the feather duster left and he could check out. Now where the hell would the feather dusters be, he thought. He wandered around the aisles for a few minutes, trying to think where something like that would be, and also what Reagan planned to do with it. He chuckled to himself, amused by the whole experience. Finally, he found the aisle with the cleaning supplies.
Thankfully, there were only two options. One was a long, multi-colored synthetic type thing, and the other was a more traditional ostrich feather duster. Although it was dyed hot pink, he chose that one, pleased that it matched the duct tape.
Now he just needed to check out. He surveyed the room and walked cautiously to the check out.
He chose the till with an older woman, hoping she’d be less curious than anyone else. Her name tag said Susan. She picked up each item, concentrating on her task. She lifted the feather duster and looked it over carefully. Ethan looked out the window, up at the ceiling, and then to the floor. Anywhere but at her. He was trying to appear indifferent.
“You picked one without a tag,” she said impatiently, “I need to do a price check.”
She picked up the phone before Ethan could stop her and he groaned. She looked him over carefully, regarding his appearance. He shifted from one foot to the other and gave her his most charming smile. She raised her penciled brows and smiled back at him. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought maybe she had a look of recognition on her face. She spoke loudly into the intercom, making Ethan cringe.
“I need a price check on till two, please.”
Ethan went to speak up, and then hesitated. He wanted to tell her to just forget about it and let him pay for the other items, but Reagan had given him a challenge and he meant to meet it. He put his head down and crossed his arms, trying to be as casual as possible. A few minutes later, the young man who’d helped him earlier made his way to the register.
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