"He'll tell you when he's ready," was all she would say, then she entered the elevator and she was gone.
Feeling frustrated, I returned to Ethan's suite as slowly as I could, wondering if I was getting in over my head by being his girlfriend.
Already tonight I'd heard so many rumors of secrecy surrounding him, and now this question of addiction. Was Ethan a time bomb capable of blowing up in my face at any minute? Was I getting myself involved in someone who was already in too much trouble to fix? Or was Gwyneth just trying to scare me away so she could have her back for herself? I'd been in Los Angeles long enough to know you couldn't trust every rumor you heard. The only way to learn the truth was to talk to the source: Ethan.
I opened the door, determined to talk to him about it, when instantly everything went dark. It was Ethan. He'd been waiting by the door with a blindfold in his hands, and the moment I crossed the threshold, he tied it over my eyes.
"What's going on?" I cried out, startled. "I can't see a thing."
"Good," I heard his strong voice say sternly. "You've been a naughty girl tonight, telling everyone you're my girlfriend, ripping your expensive dress, and then sneaking out of the party to go joy riding on a motorcycle. I think you need to be taught a lesson, and I'm the one who's going to do it."
Thrills of excitement coursed through my body at his words. I couldn't wait. I allowed him to guide me across the vast room to the bed, where he helped me lay down upon it. The silk comforter felt luxurious beneath me as I stretched out upon it and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
"What's going on?" I stared into the blackness of my blindfold. I could hear him shuffling around me, but I couldn't figure out what he was doing.
"Silence, naughty girl, or I will have to gag you," he said. "Now give me your hands."
I held out my hands in front of me and felt him tie something tightly around them. I guessed correctly that it was the tie from his tuxedo. Next, he yanked my arms up over my head by my bonds, and I felt him securing them to the headboard of the ornate, brass bed I was laying on.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Is it loose enough to not cut off your circulation?"
I wiggled my arms within the confines of my bonds and answered honestly, "I'm comfortable."
"Good," Ethan said. "If you become uncomfortable, simply say the words ‘yellow light,’ and I'll know I need to slow down or change things. If you want to stop playing all together, say ‘red light’ and I will stop what I'm doing and release you at once. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Are you ready to continue?"
"Yes," I said nervously, but it was a happy excitement and I wasn't scared.
"Look how you've ruined the designer gown I bought for you," Ethan chastised. I felt him grip the dress buy the slit I had created and yank on it, tearing the thin fabric the rest of the way, all the way to the top of the bodice.
Now I was completely naked, except for my lace panties, and my skin prickled in the cool air. I longed to lower my hands to cover my bared body, but my bonds prevented it and I was forced to lay there, feeling vulnerable and oddly aroused.
"When someone gives you something, you need to cherish it and treat it right," he was lecturing me now. I stared into the darkness of my blindfold and wondered what he had in store for me.
Suddenly, I felt his warm, strong hands on my full breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them. "Like these," Ethan said. “Your magnificent breasts are like a gift from God to me. I intend to cherish them."
I felt the erotic sensation of his thumbs running across the top of my nipples, and I arched my back, pressing them towards him, desperately wanting more. He took his time, sensuously playing with them with his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and pulling them one moment, and then kissing them with his mouth the next. Sighs of pleasure escaped my throat while I begin to squirm in my bonds, wanting more as he tauntingly had his way with me.
"You're making me so hot," I moaned aloud.
"Naughty girl, didn't I tell you not to speak?" Ethan sounded angry, but I knew he wasn't. Even though I couldn't see his face, something told me that he was having as much fun as I was. "If you're hot, perhaps I need to cool you down."
A gasp tore from my lips as searing cold erupted on my sensitive nipples. It took me a moment to realize what it was; Ethan was rubbing cubes of ice from the bucket I had fetched upon my bare nipples. The freezing cold burned painfully, and yet waves of pleasure were radiating there, too, and I could feel my panties growing wet with the juices of my own arousal.
"What's the matter? Feeling too cold?" he taunted. "Let me warm you back up."
He put his hot, wet mouth up on my frozen nipple, suckling me there to warm my icy flesh. I moaned aloud with pleasure, then suddenly, he applied the ice again. Back and forth he went: hot then cold, cold then hot, until I was writhing and panting with pleasure, helpless to do anything else.
"Fuck me, please," I cried out loud. "I want to feel you inside me, now."
I was desperate to feel his dick in my quivering pussy, but he intended to draw out both my pleasure as well as my suffering.
"Not until you learn your lesson, naughty girl," he said, and I felt him untie the bonds from around my wrists. "Now kneel on the bed," he commanded. Obediently, I did as I'd been told and knelt on my hands and knees.
I felt him climb onto the bed and kneel behind me. His strong hands sensuously massaged my buttocks before sliding between my thighs to rub my throbbing pussy through my sticky-wet panties. It made me want him more than ever. With his strong hands, he suddenly ripped the side seams of the delicate panties, tearing them off my body.