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His expression darkened, and the kitchen became a lot smaller when I took a step back, the marble counter digging in my lower back. He towered in front of me, smelling like pancakes, blueberries with a hint of his musky male scent. Wet arousal pooled in my underwear.

“And what will you do after tying my hands?”

I took a shuddering breath and met his eyes. They looked darker than mine as they pinned me to my spot. “You have to agree to let me tie you up first,” I countered.

Surprisingly, he agreed, but with safe words. I almost laughed at him because I wasn’t going to do anything extreme at all, I just wanted to tease him a little.

Okay, I am lying.

I want to tease him a lot.

“Remove your shirt, I want you shirtless,” I ordered and even spanked his butt for the effect. My palm zinged with heat because of the rough denim.

He narrowed his eyes at me, “Too much, Kia.”

I kissed his cheek in return and told him to lie down on the bed. Ethan was probably three times my size. If he decided it was getting too much, then it would take him no effort to pull me underneath him and I would be helpless. If I wanted to do this right, then I needed to tie his hands to the headboard so he couldn’t run away from me. Hehe, I was loving how the roles had reversed. Even though it was only for a while.

“Why do I think this is a bad idea?” He whispered to himself while I tied his hands to the headboard, straddling his bare chest. His prominent muscles tensed and hardened when I leaned down to kiss him on the lips and pulled away when he wanted to deepen it. He glared at me.

“Stop pouting, E, you agreed to be a good boy,” I said and stood up from the bed, marveling at the sight in front of me. Now I truly understood why he loved tying me up so much.

Ethan Kane was half-naked on the bed with his hands tied up. All for me. My mouth watered. I wanted to do my best to please him, make him come in my mouth. He looked exquisite and edible. All for me, I reminded myself, crossing my arms and removing his t-shirt that I was wearing. I watched his eyes rove over the dark red lace lingerie I had donned that morning. He let out a groan when I removed my shorts, revealing tiny red lace underwear.

Ethan tugged at his bonds, “Kiara . . .fuck, you are killing me here, babe. I want to touch you.”

I smirked, running my hands down my breasts and over my stomach, “Too bad,eh.”

“Kiara,” he warned, his face etched with anger and arousal.

“Yes?” I asked him sweetly when I crawled up the length of his body and lightly kissed his hip bone.

Keeping my eyes on him, I licked his skin. His hips arched when I peppered small kisses on his abdomen. My hands roamed over the slabs of his prominent muscles and scratched his abs. I kissed, licked, and left hickeys, all the while hearing his sharp intake of breath and small groans. By the time I reached his waistband, he was hard as stone and a spot of pre-cum had stained his boxers.

“You are so fucking hot, Ethan,” I whispered and removed his boxers.

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath. His hooded eyes watched me lick my lips at the sight of his beautiful cock. The tip glistened with pre-cum, his girth solid with angry veins surrounding it. I stroked him slowly, relishing the hard touch of his velvety skin.

“Take me in your mouth, Bella,” he rasped, “I want to see those lips suck on my cock.”

His crude, dirty words aroused me further as I followed his directions. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth, his musky male scent exploding on my tongue. I moaned at his taste and licked his head, sucking it while my hand continued to stroke him.

“Like that?” I asked, licking my lips before pulling away,

Ethan groaned at me with his half-lidded eyes, “Yes, Bella, don’t fucking stop.”

Smiling to myself, I leaned down and licked his length, his body tensing underneath me. He let out a sound of protest when I pulled away from him to unhook my bra and remove the thong.

Ethan swallowed, “Kiara, if you don’t fuck me right now—”

I silenced him with my finger on his lips. “Or what, Ethan?” I purred, his eyes glaring at me but getting distracted as they landed on my breasts. I giggled when he tried to bite my finger.

“You are being a tease. Take me inside you,” he said, his voice smoky and deep, arching up to me.

I shook my head and grabbed his jaw to kiss him. The kiss was savage with our tongues and lips clashing against each other. I tugged at his hair and moaned when he bit my bottom lip, licking it better with small flicks of his tongue.

I pulled away before he could make me untie him. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my hair in a bun as he shot me a confused look.

“What are you doing, Kiara?” he asked worriedly.