38. Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Kayla

I love Ethan Bennett. I also really hate Ethan Bennett.

"Let me sleep," I growl, shoving at him. He doesn't move an inch, his body still plastered over mine.

"Wake up, bunny." He nips at my neck.

I make another unsuccessful attempt at pushing him away. "Why?" I whine. "It's early."

It's probably not early, but considering we got to bed way past two a.m. last night, I didn't get nearly enough sleep.

After helping Georgia and little Arya settle back at their apartment and reassuring her several times that her parents won't be coming again, I left a message for my boss to let her know what happened.

Despite the ungodly hour, Victoria Smith called me right back, both to praise me for doing the right thing and to scold me for working even though I was sick. I'd been so preoccupied by Georgia's situation that I'd completely forgotten about Ethan calling her, pretending to be me. As it turned out, my handsome kidnapper made it sound like I was nearly on a deathbed. After convincing Victoria that I'm really not dying and that I'll be back on Monday, I dropped into bed and slept like the dead. Until a certain someone started kissing my neck to wake me up.

"You don't have to wake me up for sex," I mumble, trying to pull the blanket over my head.

"Yes, I do," Ethan replies, ruthlessly taking my blanket away like the mean serial killer he is. "And it's not about that. I have a surprise for you, but we have to leave soon if we want to be there on time. Come on, bunny, you can sleep in the car."

I groan. Would he leave me alone if I just ignored him? Probably not. "You know, I think I liked you better when you just did what you wanted without waking me up," I complain halfheartedly. "Like getting me to your house. How did you even do that?"

"I carried you through the backyard and that patch of trees by the cemetery to my car."

My eyes fly open. "You did what?!" I try to imagine the distance. I haven't exactly explored the area yet, but it must be at least half a mile from my house to the cemetery parking lot, if not more. "You carried me all the way? How?"

Squealing, I throw my arms around Ethan's neck when he scoops me up. "Like this," he proclaims smugly. "Except it was a bit more difficult since you were unconscious. Now, get dressed. Your yogurt is waiting for you in the kitchen and"—he waggles his finger in my face—"you'll put the cup away or I'll spank you." He smacks my butt to punctuate his words and disappears while I'm still trying to figure out how he could have possibly carried me all that distance. I'm not extremely curvy, but I'm not a small girl either. I knew Ethan was strong, but damn!

"Wait, where are we going?" I call out as I open the closet.

Across from Ethan's jeans and shirts, there's an assortment of women's clothes. A few pieces I recognize from my own closet, but most are brand new, still with price tags hanging from them. All are in my size and my style. Everything similar to the pieces I already own. It looks like Ethan bought me an approximate copy of my entire wardrobe.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?" Ethan snickers from the bedroom door.

Running my hand over the soft material of the gorgeous suit jacket right in front of me, I shake my head in disbelief. My breath hitches as I notice the number on the price tag. "Why did you buy me all this? I have plenty of clothes back…back at my house," I finish. I was going to say back home, but it didn't feel right. I love that tiny house, but did it ever truly feel like home?

"I bought it because I could." Ethan steps closer, hovering just behind my back but not touching me. "Because I wanted you to be happy here. You can return anything you don't like and get something else. The same goes for everything in the house. If you want to redesign or add some decorations or stuff like that, you can."

He doesn't mention the option of me leaving and neither do I. I realize our relationship is anything but normal, but I don't care. I can't help but tease him, though. "That's great. This place definitely needs more pastel colors. Blue and yellow, probably. Oh, and pink. Definitely pink. Pink drapes on all the windows. What do you think?"

Ethan narrows his eyes at me, seeing through my bluff. "Absolutely. Pink drapes sound great. Just make sure they're sturdy enough for me to tie you up with. Now, get dressed."

My pussy tingles when he mentions bondage, but I force myself to ignore it, curious about what surprise he might have for me. I hope it's not a dead body. "I can't get dressed if you don't tell me where we're going. Can you at least tell me if it's like, a fancy setting or something casual?" I wave a pencil skirt and a pair of leggings in his face.

"Oh, right," he smirks at the skirt. "Probably not that. Just wear something sportsy."

I suppress a groan. "‘Sportsy' is not a word," I grumble as I change into the leggings. "Please, tell me the surprise is not going to the gym."

Ethan probably works out a lot, but I'm not a person to exercise regularly. I can do some yoga and stretching—and the soreness in my hip joints after yesterday's "exercise" convinces me I definitely should do some stretches—but grunting with weights and using all those torture machines is just not me. Or running. Unless… "We could go for a run, if you insist on exercising," I suggest, wagging my eyebrows. "You could chase me through the woods." Now, that is an exercise I might partake in with excitement.

"What a kinky bunny I have," Ethan grins. "We're not going for a workout. Just put on something comfortable." Trying to act unaffected, he walks to the door, but I don't miss how he adjusts himself on the way. "And I'll definitely take you up on that offer later," he adds. The hungry glint in his eyes makes my pussy throb.

I quickly put on leggings and a T-shirt, finishing my "sportsy" look with a hoodie I pull out of the laundry basket. It goes halfway down my thighs, and I have to roll the sleeves several times to get my hands out, but it's nicely warm and comfy, and, most importantly, it smells like Ethan.

It's surprising how quickly I began to associate his scent with comfort, but then again, he has been sleeping in my bed for almost a month now, slowly getting me addicted to it. I'm a user now, and I refuse to go about my day without my fix of Ethan's scent.

He cocks his brow when he sees me. "There were no clean hoodies in the closet?"

I roll my eyes. "The clean ones don't smell like you, dummy. Besides, this one is hardly dirty. I bet you only wore it once before tossing it into the laundry." With his meticulous approach to keeping things tidy and organized, I doubt Ethan has a pile of "used but still good" clothes stuffed on a chair like normal people do.

"That is beside the point," Ethan argues, confirming my suspicion. "I do like you wearing my clothes, though, bunny. Eat. We're leaving in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?!" I gobble down my yogurt, purposely leaving both the cup and the spoon on the kitchen table. Spanking sounds like fun. And I sound like a lunatic.

We drive for half an hour. Ethan spends it telling me about his life. He tells me some funny stories from college, how he moved to Bluebell Springs, and about his friends here who, apparently, were supposed to come over to watch a game tomorrow, which he canceled because he had to turn his man cave into a makeshift holding cell. He speaks about his mom a lot, how happy she is with Freddy —he always says the word with a grimace, even though I can say he doesn't really hate the man—and how she calls him once a week.

He never speaks of his high school years or childhood. Never mentions what drove him to kill pedophiles and child abusers. I don't push him, content to simply learn more about him, to even the ground, since he seems to know everything about me already. He'll tell me the rest when he's ready.

"Okay," he says eventually as he drives down a nondescript road between pastures. "We're almost there. Close your eyes."

"Hmm, perhaps you should tie me up and blindfold me to make sure I don't cheat," I tease, fascinated by the twitch in his pants. He'd love that. That makes me wonder. Perhaps he'd love something else? "Or," I continue as I release my seatbelt, "I can just lower myself," I lean over the center console toward Ethan, "so I won't see a thing even if I wanted to. And," I unbuckle his belt, "I can find something to occupy myself with so I'm not tempted to look where we're going."

"Kayla?" Ethan's voice is strained as I run my hand over his bulge, and he tightens his grip on the wheel. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he breathes out when I pull out his cock in one swift motion. It's semi-hard already and quickly hardens further as I palm it.

"Yes, Ethan?" I ask sweetly, leaning closer to lick the bead of pre-cum forming on the tip.

The car swerves. "Are you trying to kill us, naughty bunny?" In contrast to his words, he grabs my hair and pushes me closer to his crotch. "It's a great way to die," he notes.

"Well, I promised you a reward last night," I say as I tongue his slit.

Ethan moans, and I hear a muffled thump as he slams his head into the headrest. "Fuck, bunny. Yes. Take me in your mouth like a good girl. Do it." Obediently, I open my mouth and take his cock in as far as I can, which, as it turns out, isn't much. He's just too big for me to take in entirely, and I never learned to deepthroat, something I sorely regret now because I want all of Ethan inside me.

He pushes me down a little more. When I gag, he holds me in place for a second before letting me back up. "There," he says, forcing my head down again. "Just relax. You're doing great, bunny. You're my miracle, and I love fucking your mouth." He jerks me up and down, using my mouth for his own pleasure, and I happily submit, reveling in the way he moans for me.

My hands are free, so I cup his balls, earning myself a louder moan and another car swerve. I do it again, and Ethan lets go of my hair momentarily to smack my shoulder. "Naughty bunny," he faux-admonishes. "Trying to get me to crash the car."

I chuckle around his cock, which twitches in my mouth. He must be close, and it must be killing him to focus on driving and not give himself over to pleasure completely. I tease him some more, bringing him to the edge and letting him hover there, a small payback for yesterday.

He growls, the car skidding to a sudden stop. Then both his hands are on my head, guiding me up and down in a ruthless rhythm, taking away the last sliver of control I had over the situation. He thrusts against me, hitting the back of my throat, but this time, he doesn't relent until his cock twitches and fills my mouth with his cum.

I swallow—not that I have a choice—and blink away the tears filling my eyes, all the while doing my best to ignore how wet and achy my pussy feels. I try to sneak my hand between my legs, but Ethan snatches it. "No. Naughty bunnies don't get to come."

"But—"

"No. No buts." He smacks my ass. "Well, maybe this butt."

I'm too worked up to appreciate his juvenile pun. "Ethan, please," I whimper, shifting in my seat as if that could somehow miraculously give me an orgasm.

"Later," he says, and I just know the mean bastard is smirking. "It's time for your surprise."

I couldn't care less about the damned surprise, but Ethan tugs on my hair, so I straighten up and look around. The first thing I see is a tractor parked right next to us. Further examination reveals that we're in a spacious farmyard, surrounded by several large buildings and, fortunately, devoid of people. I can't believe Ethan let me give him a head in such a public place!

"Where are we?" I ask cautiously. Animal noises filter in through the window. Cows and… pigs?

I vaguely remember reading something about pigs being used to dispose of bodies. It seems they eat everything except teeth and hair and are therefore very popular among criminals who need to get rid of evidence. Oh, god, is that why Ethan brought me here?

I swallow roughly. I support his crusade, but that doesn't mean I need to see all the gory details from up front. Corpses of abusive assholes getting eaten by pigs don't bother me from a moral point of view, but I'm not sure my stomach could handle actually witnessing it.

"This is Hidden Creek Ranch," Ethan says like that explains anything. "Ready for your surprise?"

"Umm…" I hesitate, then nod decisively. "Yeah. Let's go."

I chose Ethan, both the good and the ugly parts of him. He's excited about whatever he wants to show me, so I'll go with it, no matter how terrifying it might be. The idea of watching pigs munch on body parts has considerably dampened my arousal, at least. Didn't kill it completely, though, which just shows how messed up I am.

Gravel crunches under our soles as we exit the car. A door across the farmyard opens, and a woman steps out of what appears to be a residential building, smiling and waving at us. She's young and sexy in the hot cowgirl way, and I immediately hate the way she checks Ethan out.

I step in front of Ethan and fold my arms across my chest, scowling at her as she approaches. Perhaps it's her we're about to feed to the pigs.

"Who's that?" I ask quietly, not liking how good the woman looks in the knee-high leather boots and tight pants that accentuate her chiseled thighs just the right way.

A flare of mad possessiveness explodes in my chest. At this point, I'm just as unhinged as Ethan, and if that bitch lays a finger on him, I'll be the one killing someone today.