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  “Now, Lily,” he growled, once more indicating where he wanted her to be with his index finger.

  Her throat dried in an instant, her heart hammering out of control in her chest as she crawled into place. Ethan lifted his legs at her approach, and awkwardly she shuffled into the space they’d been. As his legs landed gently against her back, Lily’s head fell in shame. Licking up his orgasm had been one thing. Using clothespins at her breasts and tying her to a coat hook had been another, but this—this was just insanity—why was she even abiding this nonsense?

  “Quiet,” he instructed from the sofa above. “I need some peace, and that means none of your relentless thoughts, please.”

  She pulled in a shaky breath. Was he serious? How could she stop herself from thinking?

  “You can’t,” he agreed. “But you can do as you’ve been told and spend a little time thinking about why you’re naked and acting as my personal footrest, Lily. Why do you deserve it, and perhaps, why is it going to make your hot little cunt even wetter than my ropes did?”

  Lily gasped at that, more than aware of the tears that were threatening to converge in her eyes. Fuck, he was right. Even now, she could sense that thrumming between her legs, the throbbing of her impatient clitoris as it swelled under the anticipation of what would happen next. She was enjoying this, even though it was downright humiliating being used this way. Her nipples were hard knots and her breathing had increased as she contemplated her predicament.

  Why was he always right?

  “Lily.” The resonance of his voice washed over her. “Relax. This is your punishment, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it, too, and you look fucking fabulous down there. You know that, right?”

  She glanced right, but the last thing she wanted to do was meet Ethan’s gaze. She couldn’t bear to see his smug expression as he reveled in the power he had over her. It was too much.

  “There, there,” he told her with a chuckle, and to her horror, she saw him reach for his glass of wine and take a long sip.

  Lily swallowed again. Definitely too much. He was actually enjoying a relaxing drink while she was here naked at his feet.

  Too.

  Much.

  “I’m sorry, sir.” The words spilled from her lips as he placed the glass back down again. “I was wrong the other day. I should have stayed and talked through how I was feeling.”

  “Yes, you should have,” he agreed as he crossed one leg over the other. “Because this is what happens to petulant little girls who want to be immature.”

  She gulped at his words, though shamefully Lily could already feel the pool of arousal gathering at her sex.

  “What happens?” he demanded. “Since you’ve finally decided to talk, despite my request, then let’s hear it, beautiful. What will happen to you?”

  “This,” she sobbed, and the tears came hard and fast now, although Lily resented each and every one of their hot tracks against her face.

  “What?” His tone was harder now. “Tell me, what?”

  “I’ll be used like this, sir,” she sniffed. “As a footrest—or whatever you want.”

  She saw him stretch back in the chair from her peripheral vision.

  “Correct, little flower,” he drawled. “You’ll be furniture, or a play thing, or whatever the fuck I want.”

  Lily pulled in a lungful of air through her mouth. God, she hated him for this. She hated him for reducing her to this; for awakening whatever part of her relished the treatment, but she loved him for it, too. She loved him for feeding the animal in her, and the weight of that contradiction made her head ache.

  “Let me finish my drink in peace,” he told in a softer tone. “And then, once I’m done, I’m going to fuck you again, beautiful, but there’ll be no lovemaking this time. Now that I’ve awakened the animal, I’m going to fuck her like one.”

  Her submission made him heady. The fact that Lily had come here, knowing even some of what he had in mind, and allowed him to subjugate her made him want to shoot his load right over her face, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

  But fuck, he couldn’t wait until he could.

  Draining the last of his red wine from the glass, Ethan glanced down at the gorgeous woman on her hands and knees in front of him. She was trembling, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the humiliation or the weight of his legs, and he could hear she was still stifling some tears, but she seemed calmer, and her mind was quiet now. It was almost as though yielding to him had allowed her to settle, though Ethan was sure she would never admit it.

  Placing down the glass with unnecessary force, he removed his legs from her back and leaned down toward her flaming face. The flesh was hot and wet from her tears, but she didn’t try to shy away from his touch.

  “You’ve done well,” he told her in a wistful tone. “And now I want you to crawl to my small table. There’s something under there we’ll need for what’s coming next.”

  Lily didn’t meet his gaze, but she nodded as her body began to move, and he watched, mesmerized as her perfect little arse wriggled provocatively away to the right.

  “Do you see it?”

  She hesitated. “I see a small bottle, sir,” she replied in a throaty voice.

  “That’s right,” he said with a smile. “Bring it here and kneel before me.”

  Lily reached for the bottle, but one word from Ethan made her hand pause.

  “No!”

  She turned to face him. “Sir?”

  “Not with your hands,” he told her flatly.

  Lily blanched at his assessment. “I…I don’t understand.”

  Ethan smiled. “Since I’m enjoying humiliating you so much, you can use your mouth. Now, get down there and collect my bottle.”

  She gulped at his order, her eyes darting from Ethan to the bottle in question. In her head, he could hear Lily’s complaints, but none of them reached her lips. Instead, the embarrassment burned in her cheeks, and for a moment she seemed paralyzed by it. With one deep breath, she moved, slowly crawling the short distance to where the bottle waited. Ethan shifted to watch Lily’s descent toward it. The bottle’s location and his order required her to lie prone and squirm beneath the table in order to reach it. His cock ached as he watched her hips sway with each inch gained until finally her mouth hovered above the black lid. Clearly, she was struggling to obey, but this was the moment of truth. Was his little Lily going to yield or resist? She blinked at the thing for a moment longer, before swooping and capturing it between her teeth.

  Ethan wanted to cheer. Lily had done as she was told, denigrating herself for his satisfaction, and she looked glorious. He settled back in his seat, watching her sexy little arse as she wriggled backwards, her face flaming red. Ethan’s erection tented as Lily crawled toward him and then rose to her knees, just as he’d asked. Her dark mane of hair fell to her shoulders, and for the first time since he’d dehumanized her, he got a chance to really see her expression. It was as flushed and tear-stained as he’d imagined, but she didn’t look sad. In fact, there was something else burning in her eyes.

  Something that looked a lot like passion.

  “How are you, beautiful?” he asked, reaching for her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze.

  Lily’s eyes widened under the weight of his stare, and Ethan watched as she attempted to answer him. A string of mumbled consonants left her lips, still wrapped around the lid of the bottle, but in her haste to reply, Lily almost dropped the thing completely. Her pretty little lips clamped shut around the black lid, her face burning an even deeper shade of crimson.

  Ethan laughed out loud at that. Watching Lily demean herself this way was making him so fucking hard. She was bloody perfect—how the fuck had he ever done without her?

  He leaned forward, taking the bottle from between her teeth. “What was that, beautiful?”

  Lily’s gaze fell south for a moment, before those green eyes rose to meet his.

  “Horny. Sir.”

  “Excellent,” he respo
nded with a chuckle. “Get that gorgeous arse of yours into the middle of the rug. I’m going to fuck you.”

  She dropped to her hands and complied, and unthinkingly, he stripped as he watched her crawl into position. Kneeling behind her, Ethan fisted his eager cock. He was going to love every second of taking that sweet behind, but first he wanted her pussy again—he needed it.

  “Spread those legs,” he ordered in a low gravelly tone that made his own cock twitch in his hand.

  Lily complied at once, not needing to process the instruction. Apparently, she wanted her legs to be wide. She knew that would grant him greater access to her sex, and they both knew that was exactly where she wanted him.

  “Ethan, please,” she implored him, and boldly her body moved, pushing back against the end of his penis.

  He fell to all fours, cocooning her body, and planted a hot kiss at her nape. The sensation settled her, and for one exquisite moment, they were wrapped up together, as their body bodies strained to become one.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he said with a sigh, and at that moment, he gave in to the temptation she offered, his hard shaft piercing her with one smooth thrust.

  She cried out at the intrusion, and fleetingly, Ethan registered the fact that the depth of the thrust was probably greater than anything Lily had experienced before.

  “Oh my God!”

  “Lily,” he murmured into her hair as he withdrew and slowly filled her up again. “You’re mine, Lily. All mine.”

  She groaned in response, her head falling forward.

  “Let’s not argue anymore,” he told her as he slammed back inside her tight little pussy. “This is how I want it to be between us. Always.”

  Lily panted, lifting her head as her back arched beneath him. “You want me to be your footrest? she gasped.

  Ethan smiled at her question. “You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he reminded her. “And then you’ll be loved and fucked for as long as we both need it.”

  “Oh fuck,” she almost sounded in pain, but the fact her hips were pushing back against his cock told Ethan that she wasn’t. Lily was just consumed with the fervor, and honestly, he could relate.

  He fucked her sensually for a moment, before he remembered what he’d promised her. There was still one more punishment to be enacted. With a deep breath, he pulled away from her, his cock aching at the soft moan that escaped her lips.

  “Face down on the rug,” he ordered breathlessly. “I need your arse up high.”

  She looked back, her expression reflecting her confusion. “Why?”

  “Because you are being punished for not staying and discussing your emotions with me. I’m going to fuck your arse now, right here on the rug, and you are going to take it for me.”

  When she hesitated, her gorgeous eyes darting to his cock, he felt it swell even larger, loving the sight of her eyes widening. “Face down. Arse up. Now!” he barked.

  With a small mewl, Lily complied. Ethan grabbed the bottle she had brought him, unscrewing the cap and pouring some of the liquid into his hands.

  Lily twisted her head, whimpering as she eyed what he was doing.

  “I’ll need your assistance, and I know you want to be my good girl and help.”

  Ethan paused. “Right?”

  She nodded her head into the long fibers of the rug. “Yes, sir.”

  He smiled. She was so fucking hot. “So, reach around and grab those beautiful cheeks for me,” he instructed in a low, sensual tone. “I want that bottom hole open.”

  Lily gasped. “Ethan!” she panted. “I can’t!”

  His hand landed against her in an instant, the remnants of the lube imprinted all over first her right and then left cheek. “What was that?”

  She bit her lip, blinking away fresh tears. “Yes, sir,” she mumbled, and slowly, her small hands appeared at her behind, pulling her pert little cheeks apart for him.

  Fuck.

  He moved toward her, emptying more of the lube between her cheeks, and ignoring her panting mewls, he eased one finger into the tight space. Ethan’s cock ached desperately as the sensation of her virgin sphincter muscles washed over him.

  “Fuck, Lily,” he almost growled, easing out the finger before he permitted a second digit to join it.

  “Oh, God!” she whimpered. “Sir, I can’t—it’s too much.”

  Ethan shook his head, though he wasn’t sure if Lily saw the gesture or not. It didn’t matter now. He’d promised her he was going to have this sweet arse, and he wasn’t backing down. Tonight, he would take what belonged to him. Running more of the lube over his erection, he shifted his weight until he crouched behind her body. He angled the crown of his cock at her dark entrance before he tilted his head to check on Lily’s responses. Her lips were parted and her eyes were wide, but she didn’t seem afraid—more like suspended in some type of ecstatic torment—and Ethan could more than relate.

  “Just breathe for me, Lily,” he told her in as soothing a tone as he could manage. “Deep breaths in, and then out.”

  She gulped at the order, but he saw her chest splay as she obeyed, and seizing the opportunity as she exhaled, he eased himself inside her backside.

  “Fuck, Ethan—stop!”

  Lily’s shrill pitch penetrated his moment of bliss and he stilled his hips at once, her muscles contracting around him all at once and threatening to push him out altogether.

  “You’re fine,” he assured her. “Just like I said, Lily—breathe.”

  She pulled in a shaky breath.

  “And again,” he demanded, leaning forward to stroke her back. “Come on. Open up for me.”

  It took her a moment to compose herself, but as she finally began to relax again, Ethan shifted forward, pushing himself a couple of inches into her tight little arse.

  “Good girl,” he cooed encouragingly. “Can you feel me inside you?”

  Lily’s eyes widened and he laughed at her expression. He didn’t have to read her mind to know what she was thinking. Of course, she could bloody feel him. It was so intense, how could she not?

  “Sir,” she whimpered.

  Ethan eased himself out, and then pressed himself back in again, another inch further with the fresh lunge.

  “Oh, God, sir!”

  “It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re so good—this is so good, Lily. I fucking love this.”

  He gazed down at her face, and for a moment their gazes locked.

  “Feel me possessing you,” he purred as he thrust even deeper inside her. Her muscles seemed to relent a little more with each new movement he made, the possession of her arse filling up all of Ethan’s senses.

  “I feel it,” she moaned, and for the first time she didn’t sound fraught.

  There was only lust in her voice now; that wonderful tone that made his balls tighten.

  “Who owns this arse, little Lily?” he demanded as he pushed into her again.

  He was so deep now, his balls were practically slamming against her cunt, and somehow that just made the whole thing even fucking hotter.

  “You do!” she squealed, panting into the soft fibers of the rug at her face. “You own it, Ethan. Only you!”

  The last sound he consciously recalled before his mind splintered was the guttural moan that left his lover’s lips, and then that was it—Ethan lost it—depositing rounds of hot cum inside Lily’s exquisite arse.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  They cuddled up on the couch together, and the sense of repletion Ethan felt was like nothing he’d ever known. Sex before Lily had been casual. Sometimes it had been consensual, sometimes he’d taken what he wanted without worrying about consent, but it was usually fast, hard and impersonal. Lily had changed all of that, of course. With one bat of her long, dark eyelashes, she had made it intimate, demanding his respect and challenging any preconceived notions Ethan might have had about her. Now, it seemed as though the bond between them tightened with each new connection. The love that he was developing for her became stronger
and more powerful with each soft caress.

  Ethan covered Lily’s chest with her pale blouse. Though it pained him to conceal her luscious breasts, Lily’s goosing skin told him she was getting cold, and he pulled her in even closer as she snuggled against him.

  “Tell me something about you, sir,” she said in almost a sigh.

  He tilted his head to glance down at the long glossy hair on her head. “Like what?”

  “I don’t know,” she replied softly as she craned her neck to meet his gaze. Those green eyes flashed at him and the adoration he saw in them made the arm at her waist tighten.

  “Just something,” she went on. “Something new—something I don’t know. I feel like there’s a lot I don’t know about you, and yet here I am, utterly crazy about you anyway.”

  Ethan smiled at her explanation. “What is this?” he chided in a playful tone. “Truth or dare?”

  She grinned, clearly relishing that notion. “Sure,” she replied. “I like truth or dare. Let’s play!”

  He rolled his eyes at her, leaning down to kiss her before resting his head back against the couch. “Okay,” he mumbled unenthusiastically. He really didn’t want to play, but he supposed he did owe Lily some answers. Just as long as he was in control of the ones she received. “You start, beautiful.”

  “Okay,” she answered, clapping her hands together in excitement. Lily tilted her head. “Now, do you want truth or dare?”

  Ethan sighed. He was already tired of this latest game. “Truth,” he responded, but he threw Lily a wink, and enjoyed watching the pink hue that filled her cheeks.

  It reminded him of the color her face had been as he’d used her as his footrest.

  “I’d like to know about your family,” she murmured thoughtfully. “So, do you have any other brothers or sisters?”

  Ethan was aware of his body tensing at her query, and he fought hard to relax his muscles as he contemplated how best to answer her. After a moment, he decided to opt for the truth. It was the name of the game, and anyway, what harm could it do now?

  “Yes,” he concluded. “I do. I have two brothers and my sister, Kitty.”