I quivered with excitement, hoping this would mean he was going to fuck me, but he still had other plans. I sighed and moaned with pleasure as Ethan fingered the delicate folds of my pussy, fucking me with slow deliberate movements of his expert hands.
"Feel how wet you are?" He stroked me with his long fingers. "You look innocent and sweet on the outside, but really, you like being a naughty girl, don't you?"
"Yes," I moaned.
"Well, you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" he taunted. "They deserve to get spanked. Is that what you want? Do you want me to spank you?"
The question was intriguing. Just a few months ago, I would have been horrified and disgusted by such a suggestion. But now, I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything. My entire body was pulsating with desire for him to do just that, and I nodded my head vigorously.
"Yes, please spank me."
I felt the hard slap of Ethan's open palm coming down firmly against my bare buttock and I gasped in surprise and pain. Pleasure radiated from the spot where his hand had struck and made my pussy and nipples tingle with intense pleasure.
More, I wanted more, and Ethan delivered, reigning blow upon blow upon my bare buttocks. I gasped with pleasure. Tears were stinging my eyes, and still, I wanted more. With every smack of his hand upon my vibrating butt cheeks, I came closer and closer to orgasm as every cell in my body tingled with sexual pleasure. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped and there came no more.
As I knelt on the bed, panting to catch my breath, I felt awash with disappointment and yearned for something more.
"Are you ready to be a good girl now?" he asked in a soft voice as he gently removed the
blindfold from my eyes and used it to dab the tears and sweat from my face.
"Yes, I'll be good now," I whimpered. Ethan lay down naked on the bed next to me and I saw that he had an enormous erection. He propped up on the pillows, grinned at me lustfully, and then ordered me to mount his giant dick. I obeyed with willing enthusiasm.
As he sunk deep within my quivering, wet folds, I sighed with satisfaction. My desperate longing to feel him inside me was finally brought to fruition.
"Good girl," Ethan praised me. "Now, fuck me."
I begin to thrust up and down over the length of him with rapid movements of my hips, but he gave me a firm smack on the ass and said angrily, "Not like that, naughty girl. Fuck me slowly, as slow as you possibly can move."
I tried to obey, but it felt so good, I wanted to speed up. Ethan gave me another admonishing spank and said more sternly, "I said fuck me slowly."
I moved even slower, and at last, he looked happy. Thrusting with such deliberate slowness drew out my pleasure and huge ripples of euphoric delight coursed through me, making me scream out loud.
"Now fuck me faster until you come," he commanded. I threw back my head and thrust with wild abandon as I screamed out in orgasm. As the waves of my climax begin to ebb, he commanded forcefully, "Now fuck me slowly again"
I obeyed and the continuous motion, combined with the change of pace, kept my orgasm going, so instead of ending, it cycled up into a new orgasm even stronger than the first. He commanded me to let loose again, and my screams echoed off the penthouse suite walls as yet another orgasm over took me.
Our lovemaking seemed to last for hours, till I lost track of how many orgasms he had given me as we fucked each other in different positions, at different speeds, and as he showed me the incredible pleasures my body was capable of. I never would have believed it if I hadn't experienced it myself.
At long last, as the sun began to rise in the east, we fell asleep in each other's arms in the center of the massive bed. It had been an incredible night, and I knew that it didn't matter if Ethan had secrets or addictions; I was hooked on being his girlfriend now and forever.
Chapter Twenty
Ethan
It had been an incredible weekend. Kayla and I hadn't left the hotel for two whole days, and when my wake-up call came Monday morning, I had to order a fresh suit be delivered to the room from the Ralph Lauren store down the street.
"I had them bring up a new dress for you, too," I said to Kayla, and she squealed with delight.
"It's beautiful," she smiled, holding it up to her body as she stood in front of the mirror and admiring the way the blue color enhanced her eyes.
"You look even more beautiful," I complimented as I lowered the dress away from her naked body. "Especially with nothing on at all."
Kayla dropped the new dress to the ground and wrapped her arms around me in a passionate kiss. It stirred my longings again, but regretfully, I had pull myself away from her. We'd already fucked once in the bed when we first woke up and again in the shower just a few minutes ago. If this kept up, I'd never get to work and I needed to take full advantage of the momentum from Friday night's launch party. All the media outlets would be talking about it today, and the time to strike up deals with my investors and clients was now.
"You're driving me crazy, but I have to go," I apologized, and she just kept after me. Her sex-drive was insatiable and I loved it, but as CEO, I had to force myself to resist. Aggressively, I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned them behind her back. In a low, sexy growl I said, "Don't make me punish you for being a naughty girl. Get dressed and go home. Your phone will be ringing off the hook today with new job offers due to the release of the magazine Friday and all the press coverage you got at the party."
"I forgot about that." Kayla was suddenly beaming with excitement of a different kind.