Page 62 of Unfolding Kiara

Ethan’s words echoed in my ears, my legs clenching together. Images of eighteen-year-old Ethan hovering above me, asking me with a flushed face if he could tie my hands flashed in my mind. Of all the times when he would tease me, edge me to orgasm then pull away until I begged for him to touch me. Now, sitting on the couch, legs wide, his body donned in a dark suit with piercing eyes. He was tall and big, and even though he had always been a gentleman with me, I felt intimidated by his size and his aura.

Of course, Ethan is a dominant.

Clearing my throat, I met his guarded eyes as if I would judge him for his kinks. It shook me to my core, and I knew he was more than serious. “I kind of realized that, Ethan,” I tried to say in a calm voice.

“You did?”

I flashed him a grin, “You asked me if you could tie my hands when we were eighteen.”

He leaned back on the couch, his eyes noting the subtle clench of my legs. I took a shuddering breath. I knew that he knew that I was turned on. He met my eyes and said with a small smile, “I am glad you didn’t run for the hills.”

“Why would I?”

“You tell me.”

Was he ashamed of his kinks? If so, I wanted to nestle myself on his lap and kiss him softly, holding his sharp jaw in my hands and let him know that his kinks did nothing but turn me on. He was still the Ethan who made me breakfast this morning and asked me about my father. Nothing was going to change that.

I licked my lips and removed the strap of my high-heeled sandals, putting them aside. I sighed pressing my feet on the soft rug and said, “I slept with a guy once who was dominant.”

When the silence stretched in the room, I lifted my eyes to see a delicious clench in his jaw. I curled my toes, crossing my legs.

“Who?”

“My classmate from university in London.”

“What did he do to you, Kiara?”

My stomach clenched at the tone of his deep baritone voice. I met his challenging stare and replied, “He tied me up and he was rough . . . and he spanked me.”

But I had enjoyed it.

“Okay, I needed to know if you have been in a real scene before. Can I ask you something?”

I gave him a slight nod and waited.

Ethan leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his polished black shoes glinting in the lights with his hands clasped together. The way his eyes arrested me with one look made me want to go closer to him, press myself against him, feel the hard planes of his muscular chest on my soft curves.

“Did it turn you on? When you had no control over your body, and he could do anything he wanted to do with you?” he asked, his voice serious. “Did you like being controlled?”

My body squirmed underneath his piercing gaze, wetness pooling in my thong. I replied to him with a small murmur, but he couldn’t hear me, so he stood up and came closer to me, my heartbeat increasing.

He cupped my jaw, making me look at him as he said, “Say it again, Bella.”

“Yes, I want to try it again.” I licked my lips and added, “Probably with someone who is experienced and knows me.”

Take the hint, Ethan.

His lips curled in the corner, giving me the barest hint of a smile. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Have kinky sex with you and get pregnant?Yes, Ethan.”

“Okay,” he replied and kept staring at me, his eyes a whirlpool of emotions. His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, and before I could take it in my mouth he said, “I am going to kiss you.”

His lips met mine in a soft caress, my body melting in his arms when he held me close to him. Ethan settled me on his lap, my legs straddling him and feeling the bulge in his pants. I kissed him back, licking his lips as my hands feathered his thick locks. I sighed when his hands explored my body, creating tiny explosions of heat and pleasure underneath my skin wherever he touched. A soft moan slipped past my lips when he licked and kissed my neck, his hands squeezing my ass, his fingers digging in my skin as if he couldn’t get enough of me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips when his finger pulled the garter belt and let it smack onto my skin. I raised my dress a little to spread my legs more and moaned softly between our kisses when I brushed my aching core on his hardened length.

Ethan swore, his harsh, warm breath fanning on my neck. He pulled away and cupped my cheeks, “Before we go further, I want you to know your safe words.”

“Safe words?”

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