"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.
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