"Look at what a girl you are being. I know you want to move, to cry out in pleasure, to feel my dick in your pussy," he whispered, taunting me. "I know you want me to fuck you until you come."
He was right. He was so right, but I wouldn't be teased into disobeying. It was a trick to get m
e to lose this final test, and refused to fall for it. He climbed on top of me then, spread my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hard dick was poised just outside the entrance to my pussy, making me ache with yearning.
"You want me to fuck you. I know you do." Ethan's teasing was almost unbearable, and then finally he gave me what I wanted and plunged his dick into me, saying, "Good girl. Now you can have your reward. Fuck me, baby; fuck me until you can't come any more."
He thrust inside me then, with powerful strokes I feared might tear me apart, but it felt so good as I wrapped my arms and legs around him and met him thrust for thrust. My first orgasm came quickly; with a gush of fluid I had been holding back.
Ethan flipped me over onto my stomach, fucking me from behind, and my second orgasm hit, and then his hands stroked my clit, bringing on a third. He flipped me back over onto my side and started spanking me with the willow reed in just the way he knew I liked best. His carefully measured strokes of the pliable reed brought me to a fourth orgasm, and when he flipped me back over onto my back and plunged into me with his hard cock again, I had my fifth.
I had never climaxed so many times in a row in my entire life, and didn't even know it was possible. I felt Ethan coming inside me on the last one, barely conscious enough to even realize that's what was happening. I was delirious with the intensity of the pleasure he had shown me.
Ethan had been right: becoming his sex slave was well worth it and now we were both committed to each other in ways far deeper and more meaningful than either of us had ever been before. It was new beginning for us — too bad it was balanced on such a fragile precipice, so close to ending.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ethan
I felt like the king of the world as I strode into my office Monday morning. It had been the best weekend of my life, and I was discovering that being in a committed relationship was pretty damn good.
It had been two weeks since I'd made my public announcement declaring that Kayla and I were together, and things had been going great ever since. Her brother was thriving in the hospital in their hometown with the newly improved level of care I was paying for, and hundreds of new patients had joined the program. Every night, Kayla and I read the piles of letters we received from grateful recipients, and it felt really damn good.
Our nights were filled with incredible lovemaking, inspired by new and creative game play that kept pushing us to further heights. Kayla never ceased to amaze me with what her body was capable of.
During the day, our lives were busy and full. Kayla had some big, new modeling contract that kept her occupied, and although I didn't know much about it, I was glad to see her career was taking off and that she was happy.
Every time I tried to ask her about it, though, something would happen that would distract me from learning the answer. It was almost as if she were hiding the details of her job from me, but I knew that was ridiculous paranoia. Complete honesty with each other in all things had been her credo. It was crazy of me to think she would keep something as major as her career secret from me.
We both just led such busy lives, there was never time to discuss it in detail, and at the end of a busy workday, I didn't blame her for wanting to put her career aside and just talk about us.
My own career gave me more than enough to concentrate on. The bullshit lawsuit from Charles Dorsey continued to plague me, but my lawyer finally came up with an idea to put the whole thing to rest.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked me as we met in the elevator on the way up.
"Hell yes. I've been ready to end this thing since the day it began. How about you?" I turned to face Vick and Gwyneth. He looked confident, but she looked worried.
"We won't let you down," Vick assured me as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. The loving gesture strengthened her and she smiled at me with a confidence I knew she didn't quite feel, but looked convincing to anyone who didn't know her as well.
We got off the elevator together on the top floor and I led the way down the hall to the conference room where Dorsey had taken the chair at the head of the table and was leaning back with his feet up on my glass table.
"Took you long enough," Dorsey complained as we entered the room. "Do you think I have all day?"
"You're about to have all the time in the world, when you get sentenced for perjury," I stated coldly as I knocked his feet off my table with a solid swipe of my arm. They hit the floor with a hard clunk and Dorsey sat up in his chair, looking pissed.
"Nice try, but you can't intimidate me. Court starts tomorrow morning, and my lawyer is ready to knock your dick in the dirt. Half this company will be mine by the end of the week, and the first thing I'm going to do is replace this crappy furniture — after I fire half the staff of course, including that snot-nosed assistant of yours. He wouldn't even get me any coffee."
"I'm sure he thought you'd had enough stimulants this morning. Nothing like a breakfast of methamphetamine, huh, Chuck?"
"Don't call me that." He glared at the sound of the hated nickname as we all took our seats around the table. I decided to let him keep the chair at the head of the room. No way was I sitting in it again until after it had been thoroughly sanitized, anyway.
"Why not, Chuck? Isn't that what we used to call you?" Vick chimed in.
"Yeah, I remember it, too. Everybody called you Chuck," Gwyneth agreed.
Dorsey was instantly defensive. Glaring at them, he said, "Fine. You all remember me, then. It won't be any trouble for my lawyer to call you on the stand to testify that you know me and that I'm telling the truth when I say Ethan and I were college friends and that we continued to do speed together after we graduated. I've got copies of the old lease showing we rented that place together at the bottom of the hill near the Krueger building. The rest is just my word against yours."
Dorsey was looking right at me with his last statement, but it was Vick who responding by saying, "Actually, it will be my word, too."