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“Ethan, I need more.”

“Stand,” Ethan whispered harshly, helping her get to her feet. Again, the room spun but eventually Taryn focused her eyes on him. “How have you lasted so long without this? You’re dripping because of a little spanking. You’re on the verge of release before we’ve really begun.”

Everything Ethan said was true, but she didn’t see a problem with it. Taryn wanted to have an orgasm and she’d almost had one. What the hell was wrong with that? She tried to steady her breathing, but the arousal coursing through her body was too strong.

“Taryn, I want you to control your body.” Ethan pulled Taryn in between his legs, and everywhere he touched it felt like her body was ready to explode into a thousand pieces. “We’re going to do a little exercise, but this time we’re going to use the small square paddle. You won’t get near enough enjoyment out of this if you come too soon.”

“I disagree,” Taryn said, finally evening out her breathing. It still felt like static electricity was traveling over her skin. The throbbing in her clit was palpable and her nipples felt ignored. “I think coming would be a good thing right about now.”

Ethan chuckled as he stood, cradling her face in his hands as he kissed her. Taryn loved the attention but she wasn’t happy that he’d stopped the intimate scene. She wanted it back, her body needed it back. He slowly withdrew his lips from hers and walked behind her, sliding his hands down her body until he was kneeling.

“It wasn’t easy, but I managed to set up a temporary restraining system.” Ethan tapped the inside of her right leg. “Separate your feet until they can’t go any farther.”

Taryn wasn’t even thinking of using her safeword when her body was longing for exactly what Ethan was about to do. She quickly leaned forward, using her elbows to leverage herself off of the bed as she widened her stance. She sucked in her lip as she felt a fur-lined ankle cuff being secured around her ankle. Her body responded more as a deep ache settled into her clit.

“Give me your hands,” Ethan ordered, finally having bound her other ankle to the opposite side of the bed. Taryn thought for sure that he would attach wrist cuffs and have her spread out on the mattress, but instead, he pulled her arms behind her and using some type of glove, encased both of her hands together. He situated her so that only her shoulder and cheek were resting on the bed. “Much better.”

Taryn wasn’t so sure about that, seeing as she was left vulnerable to his whim on when she could achieve orgasm. When she’d been draped over Ethan’s leg, she had no doubt that within two more swats of the paddle she would have had her release. Hell, it technically would have taken only one more swipe of his thumb over her clit. Her breasts weren’t technically on the bedspread, so that left her nipples hardened and untouched. She needed more.

“I’ve never seen such a perfect heart-shaped ass as yours,” Ethan murmured, stepping back and apparently admiring the view. Taryn was beyond caring what he saw and only wanted the relief he could provide. She’d always fantasized about these types of scenes and trusting Ethan the way she did only added to the mind-blowing reality she was experiencing. “It’s already pink like your lips, yet you require more. It would be remiss of me not to see to your needs, Taryn.”

Whatever that meant was fine by her, as long as he did something other than stand there and talk. The longer he waited to do something, the higher her body seemed to climb—with nothing other than words. She needed her breasts touched in some manner and seeing that he was about to be busy with other areas, she tried to scoot herself up on the bedspread.

“I don’t think so.” Ethan had stepped forward and placed a hand in the middle of her back. “There are times when your breasts will get attention and there are times when no attention affects you more. This is one of those scenes where you’re more aware of your body by me not touching you.”

“Ethan, I swear if you don’t do something soon—”

The smack from that wicked thin square paddle that came from underneath Taryn’s legs to make contact with her clit left her speechless. In actuality, it left her breathless. By the time she drew air into her lungs, Ethan had started to pepper her ass once more, only this time the level of erotic stinging was exactly what she needed. As if he hadn’t halted their scene, her body was instantly carried to that moment where she was ready to have an orgasm.

Over and over the spanking sounds echoed through the air only to mingle with each other. The thuds started to turn into stings and her skin became hotter, more sensitive to the paddle’s touch. Taryn felt herself start to float, that feeling of being carried away that happened right before she went over the edge. Before she could fall, Ethan brought the paddle up between her legs, directly catching her clit and abruptly stopping her catalyst.

“Ethan!” Taryn tried to shift her body once more onto the mattress away from the wicked implement, but once again his hand stopped her. She wanted the prickling sensation on her ass, not have her clit smacked to the point that it stopped her orgasm. She felt ready to implode. “I need to come!”

“You’re not even close to coming, my girl.”

Taryn was subjected over and over to this denial Ethan seemed hell bent on giving and she was relatively sure she’d threatened him numerous times until she had no words left. All she could do was feel and it wasn’t even like she was there. Every brush of his hand on her skin, every smack with the paddle on her ass and clit became one with her until she felt her body relax into the sensations. The euphoria that blanketed her was indescribable.

“I need you,” Taryn whispered once a little sanity returned. She knew that Ethan had somehow allowed a semblance of lucidity to invade her rapture, but she didn’t care how. She wanted him to consume her. He was like a drug and she couldn’t get enough of the high. “Ethan, please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You. I need you.”

“What do you need me to do, Taryn?” Ethan asked, her name muffled by the tear of a packet. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck me.”

Within seconds Taryn’s ankles were released and she was spun around once more. She was grateful of Ethan’s hold of her and became even more so when she realized what he was doing. He had positioned himself on the edge of the bed, and with her back to his chest he was going to take her. There was no easing, nor was it needed, as he held his cock in one hand and used his grip on her shoulder to guide her onto him.

“That’s right, Taryn.” Ethan’s tone seemed a little forced and it penetrated the cloud of pleasure that surrounded her. “Take all of me.”

Taryn was at a point where all she could do was feel. As Ethan pulled her body on top of his, his cock slid slowly inside of her, stretching her to the point of a sweet, sweet burn. Her head fell back as she relished the heated connection of her warmed ass to his cool skin. When she had taken him fully, she loved the secure feeling of having both of his hands on her shoulders. She was leaning slightly forward as her hands were still covered and held together. He was in control of everything.

“Lean back against me.” Ethan pulled her back until her head was resting on his shoulder. It wasn’t too uncomfortable and it certainly gave him leverage to do with her as he wished. “I want you to use your legs to move up and down on my cock.”

As if Taryn’s muscles had been programmed to listen to Ethan’s instructions, her legs pushed until only the tip of his cock remained in her pussy. She released the tension in her knees, taking him back inside of her. He should be very grateful that she kept herself in the shape she did…she was. She lost herself to the animalistic pleasure that was deeply innate within them. She took him inside of her over and over again, loving the burn of her pussy and the sensitivity of her flesh. She could feel herself climbing and was almost afraid of falling this time. The adrenaline was almost too much to bear.

Smack!

“Ah!” Taryn cried out, her head lifting from Ethan’s shoulder. She would have tumbled forward had his arm not encircled her waist. “What the fuck?”

Smack!

“Damn it!” Taryn sucked in a breath when she saw the small squared paddle in his hand. He’d taken her need to orgasm slightly away, although the urge was still there. “I need—”

“It wasn’t time to come,” Ethan murmured in her ear as she settled back against him. “Continue.”

Taryn couldn’t take any more pleasure or pain. She only knew that she needed relief and her body kept moving, regardless that he might swing that wicked implement once more. She started that slow climb once more, closing her eyes as her body felt every slightest sensation more than ever. Escalating the pace, she took him inside of her again and again. It wasn’t until her pussy was contracting around his cock that she realized she was about to explode. It was too much.

“I can’t—”

“Come for me, Taryn.”

As if that was the catalyst she needed, a tidal wave of pleasure engulfed her so intense that it made her toes curl into the carpet. Her lungs stopped working and she would have given anything to have her hands free in order to hold on to him. The way she was situated all she could do was accept each surge of pleasure as it engulfed her.

“Ethan!” Taryn cried out his name, wanting and needing him to catch her. She wasn’t physically falling, but mentally and emotionally she needed him. “Ethan, please!”

“You’re not done, honey,” Ethan breathed into her ear, now taking a hold of her waist and lifting her with his strength. “You have more inside of you.”

He was right. With each stroke Taryn’s pussy continued to contract and she felt her liquid leak around his cock. She’d never experienced anything quite like this and by the time he stilled her in his arms, exhaustion had overtaken her. Ethan held her a while longer before undoing the cloth and ties around her hands. He could have just rolled her onto the end of the mattress, but instead he swung her up into his arms and walked around the bed and placed her onto the cool sheets.

“I’ll be right back,” Ethan said before leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Taryn wasn’t going to argue. As a matter of fact, she was going to pull the blankets over her and let the darkness consume her. She’d never felt more peaceful in her life and she wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity to sleep overtake her. She snuggled deeper into the pillows, finally understanding why the submissives at the club always looked dazed after a scene. Holy shit, this could get addictive. She’d sort her thoughts out tomorrow. Right now she wanted to relish in this feeling and soak it all in. She felt a tug on the sheets and yanked them back.

“Squid, let go of the covers.” Ethan had returned, but Taryn was too tired to do what he said. She tightened her grip and snuggled deeper in the mass of blankets that felt more like clouds. “Come on now. Roll over for me.”

“We’re not in the scene anymore,” Taryn mumbled, slapping at his hand. “I want to sleep. Would you set the alarm for zero four-thirty?”

Taryn shivered as she felt cold air seep under the covers somehow and then yelped when her ass was smacked. Her skin was already so sensitive from that evil yet wonderful black piece of leather that the light tap had felt like a thousand bee stings. Sitting up didn’t help any and she threw Ethan a dirty look.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You know better than to think just because you get off that the scene ends,” Ethan rebuked, pushing her back against the pillows and tossing the sheet completely off of her. When he placed the warm washcloth against Taryn’s pussy, she groaned in gratification and relaxed into the pillows. He sat next to her on the bed, his presence after such a physically, mentally, and emotionally draining journey much needed. “Maybe you don’t know, in which case I would say a lot of training is in your future.”

“Training?” Taryn popped one eye open to catch sight of Ethan’s dimple. She smiled in return, and normally being such an independent person she surprised herself by loving the way he was taking care of her. She felt cherished and that wasn’t a common occurrence. “If your training results in this then I’m all for it. My God, how is it that the entire world doesn’t—”

Ethan’s laugh broke off what she was going to say and she finally opened both eyes to really look at him. How could she not have seen how tense he’d become this last month? The way his motions were now so fluid and relaxed gave way to how comfortable and relieved he now felt. He’d given her an experience that would forever remain a part of them and he was now ensuring that she was taken care of in the aftermath. She could see that she’d been selfish having wanted nothing but sleep.

“Not all women like to be tied up and have their control taken away.” Ethan ran the cloth through her folds and she hissed as the fabric ran over her sensitive clit. “Just like not all men like to be the one setting the scene.”

“Why do you?” Taryn asked, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. She waited until his eyes were on hers. “You know my thoughts on the subject. I’m in control all of the time and want to hand that over. I could never bring myself to being bound by someone I don’t know or trust though. Now that I have…I can’t even describe the feeling it brings. It’s beyond what I’ve imagined, and finally experiencing it I think I will always crave it. That explains why I like this lifestyle, but what about you? We never really discussed it before.”

Ethan finished cleaning her and then tossed the cloth onto the nightstand before crawling in beside her. His body heat and gentle touch were better than any blankets and she laid her cheek against him, running her hand over his chest in wonder. How had they ended up like this? It was surreal, and yet she didn’t want to be anywhere else. She closed her eyes as she soaked in the vibrations of his chest as he spoke.

“Nowadays people are into instant gratification,” Ethan said softly, pulling the sheets over both of them as he settled them back against the pillows. “Women especially, because they’ve taken on so many roles. To take them further than what they think they’re capable of is pleasing in a way that stimulates me past my point as well. It’s seeing how far I can take the two of us past our desired threshold and into ultimate indulgence.”