29. Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Kayla

I can't help but gawk at Ethan, completely flummoxed. "You. You? Really?" I shake my head.

In all seriousness, I should've seen it coming. After all, I dreamed about Ethan having sex with me, but even after I realized the sex part of the dream was real, I never even considered it was truly him. I thought my mind was putting a familiar face on the man who raped me to make the memory more bearable.

How could I have suspected Mr. Perfect?! After everything Michelle told me about him, how he's an upstanding citizen and a local celebrity and helps CPS for free and the photo with the puppy and—"Oh my god," I groan, my mind a reeling mess. "This is not happening."

"Disappointed, bunny? Expected someone else?" he asks. His grin is so freakishly sexy I want to kiss him straight away. I restrain myself, but it's a close call.

Not knowing what to say, I hide my face in my hands. I'm completely, utterly embarrassed. All the answers were right in front of me the whole time, and I was too stupid to see them. I've always considered myself intelligent, but I've just been proven very wrong.

Ethan gently pulls my hand away from my face. "Kayla?"

He sounds a little concerned now, which rings alarm bells in my mind. Others might see him as a friendly, popular man, but mentally stable, well-adjusted people don't stalk or kidnap others. There's clearly something wrong with him, and even someone as stupid as me knows that making him angry is a bad idea.

"S-sorry," I stutter out, my fear finally defeating my arousal. "I… No, I'm not disappointed. Of course not. If I had to pick someone to, um, kidnap me, I'd pick you." Even I can hear the hysteria in my voice, and my poor attempt at a chuckle fails miserably.

He's watching me with an impenetrable expression, and my insides turn to ice. Did I push the invisible button that will turn him from friendly to aggressive?

If he's mentally unstable, his moods can change in a split second, and I'm at his complete mercy. He's almost a foot taller than me, and judging by how the fabric of his T-shirt strains to contain his muscles, he's much stronger than me. If he decides I'm not acting in accordance with his fantasy, he could badly hurt me.

I can't believe that a few days ago, I fantasized about my mysterious stalker kidnapping me. Seriously, does my stupidity have no bounds?

Now I have what I wished for, and I have no idea what to do. I don't know what he expects of me. Does he want me to fear him? Or does he imagine us in love? Does he want me to act like a doting girlfriend?

Before I can decide, he cups my cheek. I wince, expecting pain, but it never comes. His expression softens as he caresses my skin with his thumb. "It's alright," he says. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I would never hurt you."

I could point out again that he raped and kidnapped me, but keep my mouth shut. Not only is it the wise thing to do, but it also doesn't feel like a valid argument. After all, he really hasn't hurt me.

I nod, relaxing a little. "Alright. I guess I'll take your word for it." Not that I have a choice. "So, uh…can you tell me why I'm here?"

"You're here because you belong here," he replies, as if stating the obvious.

Right. To him, it probably is obvious. It still doesn't answer my question, though.

Smiling, he runs his thumb over my forehead, smoothing the crease between my brows. "You're beautiful even when you frown, but I prefer your smiles."

Finally, something I can work with. I try to smile, but Ethan shakes his head. "Don't. I want a real smile, not a fake one, and I'm willing to wait until you're ready to give me one. I'll wait forever if that's how long it will take you to acknowledge you love me."

"Love you?" I squeak out. "I don't even know you!"

Except I do know him. I've practically been living with him for over two weeks. I know he's tidy to the point of obsession. I know he's patient. Protective. He helped me with my cases. Hell, he killed someone for me! I mean, that's not exactly an admirable trait, but still, he got rid of Craig because of me.

I might have never talked to Ethan, but his actions speak louder than words ever could. Of course, his actions also include non-consensual sex and kidnapping. So, I guess it's a tie?

"You don't know everything about me, that's true," Ethan concedes, "but that's why you're here. To get to know me so that your mind can accept something your body has accepted a long time ago."

Without warning, he flips me onto my back and straddles my thighs. I gasp, a shiver of excitement zinging through my body as he looms over me. His impressive muscles flex as he rests his hands on either side of my head and leans to run the tip of his nose over my collarbone.

"W-what…" I stutter out breathlessly. "What has my body accepted?"

"That you're mine."

I catch a glint of metal in his hand. A knife. Before I can scream out, he slices the top of my nightgown open, tosses the knife away, then tears through the rest. The fabric gives way to his ruthless strength, leaving me utterly exposed.

"Oh god," I half whimper, half moan as I try to regain control of my raging emotions. Fear is there, warring with excitement, but both are overshadowed by blinding, deafening arousal. I want Ethan so much it physically hurts.

I try rubbing my legs together to create friction. When that doesn't work, I sneak my hand down to my pussy, only to have it snatched away. "No touching," Ethan orders. "You are mine. Your body is mine. Every part of it, including your hot, wet cunt. I'm the only one who gets to touch it."

His low, growly voice only heightens my arousal. "God… Please!" I moan out.

"Ethan will do," he teases, his tone so smug I want to slap him. Why doesn't he fuck me already?! "Now, will you be a good girl for me, or will I have to restrain you?"

Restrain me? Why in the world is the thought of being tied to Ethan's bed making me even more aroused than before? I should be frightened to death, not trying to rub myself against him like a cat in heat!

My brain is seriously miswired because instead of agreeing to do whatever my crazy kidnapper wants, as any reasonable person would, I glower at him. "I will fight you, you stalking, kidnapping bastard!"

A pathetic mewl undermines my words as he closes his mouth around the soft skin at the base of my throat and bites down hard enough for the pain to register through my arousal. The sensation travels straight into my clit, somehow turning to pleasure along the way.

"Will you now?" Ethan chuckles, easily resisting my half-hearted attempt at pushing him away. "Well, I guess that leaves me no choice."

He picks up something from the floor and seconds later, my hands are cuffed to the headboard. I test the restraints, my breath quickening as I realize there's no way I'm getting out of them on my own, and if that isn't the most arousing thing I've ever experienced, I don't know what is.

"Ethan, please!" I cry out. I should be begging him to let me go, but dammit! All I want right now is for him to finally sink his cock inside me.

"Yes, bunny," he rasps, his breath fanning my nipple. He flicks his tongue over it in a maddeningly unhurried motion. "Say my name. Moan out my name like you do when you pleasure yourself."

My brain feels foggy, but that information registers. "How…how do you know about that?" I've only masturbated in the shower. "Did you watch me in the bathroom?!"

He hums in confirmation, his mouth on my nipple. The vibration makes the already rigid peak tighten even further.

"I watched you eat. I watched you sleep. I watched you touch yourself. I listened to your sweet little moans as I stroked my cock, wishing you were there to take me in your hand. In your mouth. In your precious little pussy."

He rocks his hips, rubbing his boxer-clad erection over the top of my pussy. Since my legs are still forced closed by his thighs, the motion only teases me. It's nowhere strong enough to push me over the edge.

I know I should find his admission disconcerting at the very least, but I can't find it in me to care. Finding out that he jerked off to the video of me masturbating in a shower is actually empowering. Like everything else he's done, it makes me feel desired.

"Ethan, please. I need you. I need you inside me," I beg shamelessly, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. A hand on my throat has me opening them again.

"Don't close your eyes, Kayla," he orders. "You will keep them open. All the time. You will watch. I've fucked you so many times while you slept, and while you felt amazing, I always wished you would wake up and watch. Now, watch me taste you."

He shoves my legs open, settling between them. Before I can react, he buries his face into my pussy, licking me like I'm some sort of exquisite ice cream. My hips buck when the tip of his tongue reaches my clit and flicks over it, but Ethan pushes me back down.

I yank on the cuffs, desperate to grab his hair and push his head deeper between my legs. "Please, do that again, please!"

"Watch." He waits until my eyes are fixed on him before licking me again, all the way from my back hole to my clit. The desire to close my eyes and just revel in the pleasure is strong, but I know that if I did that, he'd stop, so I hold his gaze as he runs his tongue between my pussy lips, then sucks my clit into his mouth.

I'm so worked up that the simple motion sets me off. The pleasure coiling in my core springs free, my body spasming as the orgasm washes over me. I scream out. Ethan's name, probably. After all, I belong to him now, don't I? I can fight it all I want, but the truth is, he owns me, body and soul.

And my heart? My heart is busy pumping exorbitant amounts of blood into my quivering, pulsating pussy. Too busy to deal with feelings.

"Such a bad girl," Ethan admonishes, nipping at my inner thigh. "You closed your eyes."

"S-sorry." This time, I stutter due to being breathless, not from fear. He won't hurt me. He might torture me by not allowing me to come, but won't cause me pain. "It's really hard. You should try it for yourself."

He chuckles. "Mmm. Is that an invitation to fuck you, little bunny?"

"Yes, please. I want you inside me, Ethan."

He kisses his way up my body to my mouth. I can taste myself off his lips as he slants them over mine, his tongue slipping inside my mouth to claim yet another part of my body. "You're even more perfect than I imagined," he whispers before kissing me again. "You will watch. Understood?"

As I nod, he puts another pillow under my head so I don't have to crane my neck too much. My heart flutters at his thoughtfulness.

Unhurried, he takes off his clothes; his long, thick cock finally springing free. I long to touch and taste him, but that can wait for later. Right now, I need him inside me.

It looks like Ethan is done with the teasing, too. He runs his cock between my pussy lips a few times to cover it in my juices, then inserts his fingers inside me to test how wet I am. He needn't worry. I'm so damn ready he could just slam into me, and I wouldn't feel pain, only pleasure.

He hums in satisfaction, then lines the thick head of his cock to my opening. "Watch, Kayla," he commands. "Watch me fuck you."