“Fuck,” he says again, kissing me, and presses his cock back in my mouth.
I work with him, moving my neck, bobbing my head along his cock, not afraid to be sloppy. I don’t care at this point. I let my spit cover his cock as he fucks my mouth and I suck him, my tongue running along his whole length, his groans filling my ears.
I can tell he’s close, and I want him to come. I want to taste him, swallow him, make him know that I want him to feel good. I want to lick him clean when he’s finished and spoil him as much as he spoils me.
His hips move faster, fucking my mouth, and I keep pace with him. I take him, moaning as he fucks my mouth, and his groans get louder. His fingers curl through my hair, holding it tightly, and I know he’s there.
His cum fills my mouth as he grunts through the orgasm. I keep moving, sucking him fast, swallowing every single drop as he explodes into my throat. I use my tongue to gather it all from his tip and slowly I finish, pulling back and licking him clean.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he’s done. He steps back, flush and gaping at me. “That was fucking incredible.”
I smile at him. “Good. I wanted it to be.”
He pulls his briefs back up and sits down on a chair, watching me. I watch him back and cock my head. “What?” I ask.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Fucking beautiful. You know that?”
I look away, surprised that I’m blushing. “Thanks,” I say.
He stands and walks over to me. He tips my head back and kisses me again, long and slow.
I lose myself in that kiss, enjoying it and asking for nothing more. Finally he breaks off and unties my hands.
“I have to go to work,” he says as I stand up.
“Okay,” I say, stretching my legs. My knees are a little sore and my ass still tingles, but that’s not bad. “Will you be back later?”
He nods. “I will if I can. Promise. If not tonight, tomorrow morning.”
“Good.” I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest. “Don’t leave me here alone.”
“I won’t.”
I kiss him softly, his hands on my hips. We linger there for a second, and it feels good, so freaking good. Almost as if it’s normal, and we do this all the time.
He kisses me one more time then leaves. He shuts the door softly behind him, and I’m left alone again.
I’m buzzing as I take a shower. I can’t stop thinking about him, about Ethan, and what I’m becoming. Maybe I really am his pet. When this is all over, and it’s time to leave, am I going to be able to walk away?
I can’t think about that right now. He probably won’t even want me. He did only buy me for a month. Maybe he’ll get tired of me by the end. That’ll hurt, hurt a lot, but it’ll be okay. I’ll survive it, I hope.
For now though, I have to enjoy it. Really enjoy it. I’ve been given a gift, something I never expected, and now I just have to accept it and be in it for as long as I can.
15
Ethan
I can’t get Aria out of my head at all that morning. I’m practically buzzing with desire for her even hours after I last saw her.
Knowing that she’s back in my house, sitting in that room and waiting for me drives me insane. I know she’s there for me and nobody else, and nobody else can touch her. I didn’t expect to feel this possessive of her, but there’s something about the fact that she’s entirely mine and mine alone that brings me immense satisfaction.
It was stupid of me to back away from her for that week. I freaked out a little bit when I realized that my self-control was waning around her, but that shouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Isn’t the whole point of having her to let myself have some fun?
There is danger in this. Aria’s tantrum was public and problematic, but I can’t really blame her. I would have felt much the same way if I were cooped up in a room for days with nothing to do. Even at my home where everything is provided for her, it would still be so easy to feel incredibly lonely. I neglected her and I deserved that punishment.
It won’t happen again. Not after this morning. Not after last night. I lean back at my desk and take a deep breath. It’s around noon and I have a lunch appointment with Richard Taylor soon, but I’m not really thinking about that.
My mind is only on her. And what her next punishment will be.
I want to fuck her so badly I can barely stand it. Frankly, it’s taking all of my willpower not to leave work in the middle of the day and go home to have her. I know that would be irresponsible of me, considering the important business I need to get through today, but god damn. I know she’s so close to genuinely wanting it, if she doesn’t already. She’s on the edge and I want to tip her over.