36. Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Kayla

My entire body thrums with arousal. I'm so ready that I'm sure my leggings are soaked, and all I need is a little touch, a bit of friction on my clit to explode in an orgasm. But of course, Ethan doesn't give it to me, because I goaded him into playing the bad guy, so he's acting like a bad guy.

"Fuck," I groan, slamming my face into the bed. I try moving my hands, but even though whatever he tied me up with is soft, it doesn't give, and I'm left squirming helplessly under Ethan's weight. "Please…"

He gets off me and hooks his fingers on the waistband of my leggings. Eager to finally have him touching me, I lift my hips and help him peel the stretchy fabric off. He doesn't touch me, though, carefully keeping his fingers away from my skin. "Oh, come on," I whimper. "Touch me, Ethan, please." I'm not above begging if it gets me an orgasm.

I try to roll onto my back so that I can see him better, but he places a hand between my shoulder blades, pressing me into the mattress. "Don't move."

I obey, mainly because I feel his hand ghost across my ass. It's the briefest, lightest, barely there touch, but it feels like electricity shooting through me. As if it wasn't his fingers touching me but a live wire.

Then his touch disappears. Before I can complain, he brings his palm down on my ass with a loud smack. The pain transforms to pleasure as he immediately rubs the spot, stoking the flames of my arousal. "Oh yes," he mumbles to himself as he spanks me again, "this sounds much better."

"Well, I'm glad someone is satisfied," I snicker, earning myself a few harder strikes. "Alright, alright! I'll shut up! Please, Ethan, I need to come."

His dark chuckle sends a delicious tremor through my body. "Do you now? Hmm, I'm not sure if you deserve it, but let's see." Nimble fingers touch the sash binding my wrist, and a second later, my hands are free. I stay still, certain that if I move or, god forbid, try to touch myself, he'll just restrain me again.

Ethan hums in approval. "Looks like you do know how to be a good girl for me. Take your shirt off."

"Yessir!" I scramble up and yank my T-shirt over my head, my curls flying all around me. After tossing the shirt aside, I stay on my knees, waiting for Ethan's orders. Everything inside me is screaming to just bury my hands between my legs and finally give myself a release, but I wait. Ethan is as aroused as I am. His resolve has to crack soon, doesn't it?

"Good," he praises, running his hand down my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Lie down on your back. Hands up." When I oblige, he tethers my wrists to the headboard.

I can't help but tease, "You like me tied up, hmm?"

"I do. And don't act like you didn't get dripping wet the second I restrained you. Now…" He eyes me squirming on the bed, his fingers toying with more improvised restraints—another bathrobe sash, a black tie, and a leather belt.

I love that I didn't even have to tell him not to use the handcuffs anymore. He noticed the marks on my wrists and immediately adjusted his methods.

I shiver as he smiles at me. It's not a sweet smile. It's not a tender smile. It's a wickedly sinister smile, and it has my pussy clenching.

Grabbing my ankle, Ethan kisses his way up the inside of my leg, stopping just inches from my weeping pussy. I'm about to curse at him but stutter to a stop when he wraps the tie around my ankle and ties it to the headboard, forcing me to lift my hips off the bed. "W-what…?"

Before I can piece together the rest of the question, he does the same thing to my other ankle, tethering it to the headboard about a foot or two from my hands. Now, my legs are up and spread wide, and my center is completely exposed.

Ethan checks on the restraints, running his finger under them to make sure they aren't too tight. "Too much?" he asks, his ruthless predator mask slipping for a moment.

I wriggle around, testing the position. I'm not very flexible, so having my legs up like this isn't what I'd call comfortable, but it's not painful either. My muscles will probably be sore tomorrow, but at this moment, I couldn't care less. "I'm fine," I reassure him, a tremble of anticipation running through me as he slips back into his role.

"Well, then…" Without warning, he dives forward, straight for my exposed pussy. My outer lips are already pulled apart by the way my legs are spread. Ethan's tongue ventures between them, licking me all the way up to my throbbing clit.

I whimper as he flicks his tongue over it, the sensation both too much and not enough. "Ethan…" His name is like a prayer on my tongue. "Oh, god!"

Ethan licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh, and I can't do anything. I can't move my hands to push him away or drag him closer. I can't close my legs to give myself a second of reprieve. His iron grip on my hips even prevents me from writhing. All I can do is take whatever he decides to give me while making a slew of lewd noises that make me sound like a cat in heat with a broken voice box.

I scream out when he slides his fingers inside me, curling them to reach just the right spot. His mouth continues the exquisite torment of my clit, each of his motions keeping me right on the edge but never pushing me over.

"ETHAN! Please!" I cry out his name again and again. If he doesn't let me come soon, I might spontaneously combust. Or cease existing. Or have a fucking heart attack. "Ethan, please! Pleasepleaseplease!"

His grin is cocky as he glances at me, his chin and cheeks glistening with my juices. "Yes, bunny?"

"Please, let me come. Please!"

"Are you sorry you ran from me?"

Not even in the slightest. This is the most erotic experience of my life. Also the most frustrating one. "Yes! I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ran, I'm sorry I hid, I'm sorry I tried to hit you. I'm so, so, sorry, but please!"

His lips close around my clit again. "Hmm," he hums, the vibrations making me see stars. Ethan flattens his tongue, giving me another long, lazy lick before nodding. "Okay."

I want to weep in joy when he finally brings his cock to my pussy, running it through the slit to coat it with my juices mixed with his saliva. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip, and I want to lick it off. But I also want him inside me, now, so I just keep repeating, "Ethan, please!" My new mantra.

My eyes flutter closed as he lines his cock with my opening. Sharp pain on my clit has me snapping them open again. "Eyes on me," Ethan commands, raising his hand to slap my pussy again if I disobey. "You will never close your eyes again while I'm inside you. I want you to watch me. Watch us."

"O-okay," I whimper, keeping my eyes locked on his. "But, Ethan, please, I need you inside me."

"Watch." He directs my gaze downward, to where his cock is spreading my pussy lips. As I watch, he inches his hips back, finds the right spot, and pushes forward.

My pussy struggles to stretch around his girth, the sensation somewhere between delightful and painful. Ethan moves slowly but relentlessly, his cock disappearing inside me inch after thick inch. This position allows for intensely deep penetration. By the time he bottoms out, I'm seeing stars, my eyelids drooping.

"WATCH!" Ethan bellows, smacking my clit again, and it's that sharp pain combined with the way I'm impossibly stretched around him that finally pushes me over the edge.

My mind shatters, my body spasming and clenching around him so tightly it hurts. His cock inside me is my only connection to reality as I ride out the waves of the massive orgasm that has been building inside me for what feels like an eternity.

Just like he ordered, I keep my eyes open, watching the place where we're connected, where his body becomes mine and mine becomes his.

Tremors still run through my body when Ethan starts moving, setting off more waves of pleasure. I moan and mewl and cry and beg like a woman possessed, tugging at the soft sash binding my wrists.

"You're so fucking perfect," Ethan mumbles as he leans forward to capture my mouth. The motion deepens the penetration even further, until I feel like he's speared his damned cock all the way through my body.

"Oh, please, Ethan!" I whimper, all other words having evaporated from my mind. Nothing else exists but him, his cock, and the way it fills me.

Grinding his hips against my clit, Ethan asks, "Are you going to come again, bunny? Will you come again for me, like a good girl?"

I don't think my body is done with the previous orgasm yet, and I can already feel another one building in its wake. "Y-yes. Please, make me come," I beg, and he does.

He slams into me over and over. His hand sneaks between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. As he rubs it, I scream out.

"Yes," Ethan says breathlessly. "Let me hear you. Moan and scream for me, bunny. Let me hear everything."

He pinches my clit, and dammit, I never thought I'd be into pain, but with Ethan, it works. The scream leaving my mouth is half tortured, half exhilarating, and I come again. This time, Ethan follows, bellowing his own roar of ecstasy as my pussy squeezes his cock like a vise.

I barely feel him pulsate inside me, preoccupied by my own body jerking and spasming like it's hooked to a car battery. I try to keep my eyes open, I really do, but when the waves of my pleasure finally begin to subside, I realize my eyes are closed and I'm slowly drifting off to sleep. Or unconsciousness. Who the fuck knows?

Ethan chuckles, his lips ghosting over mine as he unties my hands. I want to touch him, but my arms feel too heavy to lift, so I just leave them limply lying on the bed. Then my ankles are free, my hip joints making alarming popping sounds as I straighten my legs. "Oh, god," I groan, feeling like I just finished a marathon.

I barely notice Ethan cleaning me with a warm washcloth. Then a scent of vanilla reaches my nose and hands slide down my thighs. I'm about to beg him for a few minutes—or hours—break, then I realize he's not getting ready for another round. He's giving me a massage, carefully rubbing my buttocks, thighs, and calves to alleviate any lingering discomfort.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, back to being sweet and caring.

"Um…no…?" I poke at my brain cells to wake them up, but they just give me the middle finger. "Nothing hurts. It was…wow."

He chuckles again. "I have to agree. It was very fucking wow, and we're going to do it again once you've rested a little." I groan as he rolls me onto my stomach, my hips protesting the movement. "Maybe in a different position, though," he adds. "Wouldn't want you to be all sore tomorrow."

Oh, I'll be sore. Inside and out. But fuck if I care.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I must have, because the next time I open my eyes, the room is submerged in near darkness, only faint streetlamp light filtering in through the windows.

I don't want to move, but I need to pee, and something is ringing, the annoying sound not allowing me to fall back asleep. Ethan is wrapped around me like a vine, showing no sign of getting up. "Aren't you going to pick that phone?" I ask, gently elbowing his ribs.

"Not my phone," he grumbles. "It's yours."

"It's not. Not my ringtone."

With a sigh, he rolls onto his back. "Okay, it's not your phone. It's the clone of your phone I made. I changed the ringtone because I found it annoying."

"The what of my phone?" I gawk at him. "Wait, so someone is calling me?"

"Mmm." Ethan reaches on the bedside table and squints at the device. "At 11:34 p.m."

A tremor of fear runs through me. A call this late can only mean bad news. Did something happen to my parents? My siblings? Amy? Before more terrifying thoughts can invade my mind, I snatch the phone from Ethan.

The screen shows a name I didn't expect. What could Georgia Simpson possibly want at this hour? My finger hovers over the green button, but I hesitate. I'm still kidnapped, aren't I? Maybe Ethan doesn't trust me enough to let me talk to other people yet?

"May I?" I ask, gesturing to the phone.

"Of course," Ethan replies immediately. Light fills the room as he turns on a lamp. "It's the teen mom, isn't it? She must be in trouble to call you this late."

On another occasion, I'd let my heart flutter over the fact that he remembers my cases, but I'm too worried to ponder over it. He's right. Georgia must be in trouble.

"Kayla Reynolds," I answer the phone, my hearing immediately picking up desperate sobs. "Georgia? Georgia!"

"K-Kayla?"

Terror turns my insides to ice. "What happened, Georgia? Where's Arya? Is she okay? Did she get hurt?"

"N-no. She…she's gone." Georgia hiccups and starts crying again.

"Gone?!" Only Ethan's arm wrapped around my shoulders saves me from succumbing to panic. "Georgia, talk to me, please. Tell me what happened."

"They-they took her. They came and took her. Said she'll be better off. Better off without me. With them." Words tumble out of her faster and faster. "They said—said I'm a bad mother. That they'll be better. And they just took her and left. I cried and begged, but they wouldn't listen. They wouldn't listen!"

I shake my head, glancing at Ethan. He's so close to me he's heard every word, his features tightening into a menacing scowl, reminding me he's a killer. A killer who hunts down people who hurt children. And right now, it looks like he might have a target nearby.

"Georgia, please, calm down," I urge the sobbing girl. "Who did this? Who took Arya?"

"M-my parents!" Georgia cries out. "They said she deserves better. That they'll make her theirs. Raise her. Raise her better than they raised me."

I squeeze the phone so tightly it's a wonder it doesn't crack. Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck is wrong with those people? First, they kick their pregnant teenage daughter out on the streets and now they literally kidnap her baby? I think I'm going to punch someone before the night is over and it won't be the serial killer who kidnapped me.

"Georgia. Georgia!" I raise my voice to get the girl's attention. "Where are you? Are you at home?"

"Y-yes."

I give Ethan a questioning look. I need to go to Georgia, to support her and help her resolve the situation. Not because it's my job, but because I'm the only one the poor girl has, the only one she trusts. I can play Beauty and the Beast with Ethan later, but right now, I need him to let me go.

I don't have to worry, though. Ethan places a quick kiss on my forehead, then climbs off the bed. "I'll drive," he says before disappearing into the closet.

And just like that, I know I'm in love with him.