Page 63 of Unfolding Kiara

He gently sat me down beside him on the couch, my dress in such disarray that I was sure he had seen my thong. I tugged my dress down while trying to hold some breath in my lungs.

“Yes, safe words. Something you will use when you are uncomfortable and want to stop the scene.” His tone had changed. He was serious even though there was a prominent bulge in his pants. I nodded. “Red, yellow, and green are common, but we can have our own safe words. Green is to let me know that you are perfectly okay with the scene, you can use yellow when something is uncomfortable for you and you want to take some time. And you will use red when something is out of your comfort zone and you want me to stop whatever I am doing.”

His eyes were fierce, the sharp features of his face looking more stark than usual. I nodded, my mouth dry. What would he do that I would need to use those safe words?

Ethan must have seen the fear and excitement in my eyes. He held my hand and kissed my knuckles. “I would never do anything to harm you, Bella. I need your complete trust. And I am trusting you to use safe words when you need to, okay?”

“Yes, Ethan,” I replied looking at his hand holding mine. “I want to use other words.”

He waited, looking at me from his thick lashes. I ignored the itch to lean closer and kiss him and said, “Black, grey, and white.”

His thumb stroked the pulse on my wrist, “And what are you feeling right now?”

I didn’t miss a beat. “White.”

Ethan stared at me for a few moments and stood up, his tall, muscular body looming over me. I licked my lips and met his piercing gaze.

“Give me your thong, Kiara,” his velvety deep voice traveled down my body and stroked my throbbing sex. His tone was a pure command that I gladly wanted to obey.

I lifted my dress, his pupils dilating. We were gazing at each other, our eyes never leaving each other’s face. We both heard the small clink of my fingers unclipping the garter belts. I shifted and hooking my fingers on the lace, I trailed it down my legs covered in stockings and handed the black lace to him.

His eyes finally moved from my face down to the sheer garment in his palm. I watched him lift it to his face and take a deep breath, taking in the scent of my feminine arousal. I clenched my legs together, my naked sex throbbing painfully for his touch as he let out a low growl and flashed his eyes to me and my legs.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, keeping my thong in his pocket.

I did, the tight dress constricting my thighs to stay closer. Goosebumps raised all over my body when Ethan leaned down and pulled my dress up to my upper thigh, his masculine scent wafting in my nose. I wanted to get close and breathe him in, but he pulled away, his eyes glaring at me to spread my legs wider. I bit my lip and spread them, shivering when the cold air brushed against my naked core. He couldn’t see my bare sex as the dress still covered it, but he didn’t need to see my pussy to confirm that I was dripping for him.

“Good. Now I don’t want you to move your hands or I will stop. Understood?” Ethan asked in his stern voice.

I nodded, clenching my hands in fists.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Use that sweet little tongue of yours, Kiara. Or else I have a much better use of it.”

It seemed like my pussy had grown a heartbeat after hearing his words. My body thrummed with the need of his touch and the promise of his words.

I licked my lips before asking, “Like what?”

Ethan gave me a small smile before kneeling across me, his large hands stroking my stocking covered legs. His touch tickled, and I wanted to shut them closed because he looked different. Ethan’s broad shoulders looked magnificent between my legs. I would never tire of this view, his handsome face peering between my thighs, searching for his prize.

My body trembled when he softly kissed my thigh, removing the stocking with ease and throwing it away. His lips were soft, but his kiss turned rough when he bit my skin, licking it sweetly afterward. My hands dug into the soft couch, and I knew my nails might get imprinted on the leather. Having Ethan kiss my thigh and not touch him, tug his hair, dig my hands in his shoulders was harder than I had thought.

But I had always loved a challenge—OH GOD.

I covered my mouth at the loud moan that tore through my lips. But I failed and moaned again, watching Ethan’s hand under my dress, his fingers rubbing my slick lips and toying with the clitoris. I clenched my legs and squirmed on the couch, but he was holding my other leg and lightly smacked my thigh when I tried to pull away from his erotic touch.

“Use your words, Bella,” he reminded me, “Where are you?”

I breathed, “White.”

His exploring fingers stopped for a moment. A whimper tore out of me when he lifted my leg off the floor to plant it on the couch, baring me all to him. He let out a low groan, his fingers dipping inside me and slowly moving in and out. I didn’t hold back my moans anymore. My hands went from my hair to my aching breasts, his piercing eyes watching me as I watched his hand move back and forth. Curses flew out of my mouth as I begged him to touch me or let me touch him, but he was persistent in torturing me.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Tears welled in my eyes when his thumb played with my clitoris, his lips kissing my neck and trailing down to bite the soft flesh of my cleavage.

“Ethan,please,” I whimpered, my hips rising up to meet the slow, languid strokes of his fingers. “It’s not fair, you’re touching me, and I can’t touch you.”

He hummed throatily; the vibration reverberating through my body and making my toes curl. “You can touch me as much as you want when I tell you to. Not right now,” he pulled away, his eyes taking in my face, “I love seeing you desperate, your pussy clenching my fingers tightly to make you cum.”

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