Double Lines

“He’s asleep,” I tell Ethan as I close my bedroom door.

“Did he like the books?” Ethan asks. I shake my head. Ethan went out for lunch with some business associates and happened across a bookstore in his travels. He just had to go in and go to the children’s section, didn’t he? Well, Ethan walked out with ten Hot Wheels books, gifting them to Tyler when he got home from work.

“He loved them. I had to write his name on each one, and then he made me read three of them. Three! You’re lucky they were so short,” I chastise Ethan.

“Hmm, I was wondering what was taking you so long,” Ethan sighs, pulling me into him and kissing my lips.

“I thought reading him stories was your job,” I pout.

“I think he misses his mamma,” Ethan smiles. I think that’s true. Since Ethan and I got together, and as Ethan spends practically every night at my house (he has a collection of clothes and personal stuff that he doesn’t need to go home for anymore), he has been the one to read Tyler his bedtime story. I’ve enjoyed watching them bond.

“Hmm. I think he was just excited to show me all the books you got him,” I sigh.

“I love you, Mikaela,” Ethan says, smiling at me.

“I know,” I tease, giving him a wink. It’s been two weeks since we admitted we loved each other, and Ethan asked me to marry him.

I remember going to work with my engagement ring on my finger. Paula, my teacher’s aide, hadn’t noticed until late in the morning when she came up and asked me a question. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands before popping her head into the classroom next door and calling Sienna, the classroom teacher, and Lisa, her teacher’s aide, in to look at my ring. And then, of course, Sienna had to announce it to the staff at recess (She did ask me permission first), making me blush.

“I love you, too,” I giggle when Ethan makes a face.

“Good. Do you trust me?” He then asks. I furrow my brows.

“Of course I do,” I reply. Not only do I trust Ethan, but I feel safe with him. I think that’s one of the reasons I love him. He’s my all. I dreamt once that I was walking in a crowded hallway, away from Ethan, and the only one I wanted to get next to was Ethan. He is the only one I want.

“I’ve always wanted to try something with you… are you sure you trust me?” Ethan asks again. I nod.

“Good. Strip.”

I look into Ethan’s eyes and smirk. I love this side of Ethan, his dominating personality when we get intimate. It’s a big turn-on.

I lift my shirt over my head and throw it on the floor, pleased when I see Ethan doing the same thing. I shuck my jeans off my feet and kick them to the side as Ethan takes his suit pants off.

“And the rest,” Ethan orders. I shake my head again, take my bra and undies off, and stand before him naked. Ethan smiles and turns, grabbing something off the dresser behind him.

“You’ll need a safe word,” Ethan says, extending the navy tie in his hands before grabbing one end. I look at the tie, surprised that he’s prepared something for tonight.

“Peanut,” I reply, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

“Peanut?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“Okay. Peanut,” Ethan muses, tying one end of his tie to my wrist. He then grabs another tie, this one a golden colour, and does the same thing with my other wrist.

“It’s not too tight?” he asks once he’s done. I shake my head.

“Lie on the bed, on your back,” Ethan tells me. I do as he says, my excitement building up. We’ve never done this sort of thing before. He likes to order me around in the bedroom, which I love, and I’ve done my share of being in charge, but we’ve never gone any further.

“Good girl,” Ethan says, tying the navy tie to the headboard. I watch as he walks around the bed and ties the other tie to the other side of the headboard, my arms now stretched across the bed. My neck hurts from trying to see, and I lay my head back on the mattress, waiting for Ethan to do what he needs.

I feel Ethan grab my ankle, tying it to a bed leg with something soft. I stare at the ceiling as I feel him move to my left leg and tie it to the bed, leaving my arms and legs stretched out in a star shape. I try to look up to see where Ethan is, but my movement is restricted.

Next, I feel the bed dip beside my leg, and Ethan’s head appears before me.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks.

“Yes,” I reply.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Wait there,” Ethan says, getting off me. I can’t see where he goes, but I hear him open the door and it close behind him.

“Oh god,” I say under my breath. I test the makeshift ropes, and although I can move a little, there is no way I can move from my position without help.

After about five excruciating minutes, I hear the door open and close.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find a… exactly what I was looking for,” Ethan says from somewhere by my side.

“Are you okay?” He then asks when I don’t respond.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Ethan says, with a smile in his voice, “Close your eyes,” he then instructs. I do as he says, feeling even more vulnerable.

Something ice-cold and wet touches my nose, and I flinch, opening my eyes.

“What are you…” I begin before Ethan shushes me. I can see an ice cube in his hand, which fills me with understanding.

“No talking, just enjoy,” Ethan says, drawing a line with the ice cube across my lips. Ethan traces a line down my chin and neck, stopping at the notch between my clavicles before tracing the ice back up to my lips again.

“Open your mouth.”

I open my mouth and feel Ethan put the cube between my lips.

“Suck, gently,” he tells me before pulling it out and tracing a line with it down my chest. Ethan stops at my belly button, where he leaves it to melt.

The ice on my belly begins to melt, sending cold trickles down my sides, making me wriggle.

“Ah,” I yelp when coldness hits the tip of my nipple. I feel Ethan trace the outside of my nipple with the ice cube before rubbing it over the tip. He removes the ice cube from my nipple, making me relax a little, replacing it with his wet, warm mouth. The difference in temperature makes me sigh, and as Ethan sucks, a little pain is created.

Only then do I notice a trail of ice forming from my boobs towards the pubic hair. Ethan lets go of the nipple from his mouth, touching my other nipple with the ice cube. Again, I yelp from the cold, but this doesn’t last long when Ethan clasps that nipple with his mouth.

“Mmmm,” I groan as the ice cubes in his hands create goosebumps on my flesh. Ethan lets go of the nipple, and I can hear him chuckle. He knows that taking his time like he’s doing drives me nuts, and he’s enjoying every minute of my frustration.

Ethan traces the ice cube slowly down my stomach, inching closer to my pubic area.

“Ah!” I cry when he reaches the wet area between my folds. I buck my hips, trying to move away from the coldness as Ethan traces the ice cube along the valleys of my slit. When he gets to my clit, he makes sure to ice around the bud, making me wriggle from the cold.

“Argh!” I cry when Ethan replaces the ice cube on my pussy with his mouth. I feel my core tingle as Ethan draws lines with his tongue, taking extra time to concentrate on my clit. I want to bury my fingers through his hair, but my wrists are still tied to the bed, so I whither and moan, feeling vulnerable and slightly annoyed at the same time.

“Ethan!” I yell, frustrated. I feel a tickle from his laughter at my core; he’s clearly enjoying torturing me this way.

“Ah!” I cry when Ethan thrusts a finger inside me. I can’t even move my hips to grind myself against his finger.

“Ethan,” I groan. He devours my core, his tongue running laps up and down my valleys, taking turns sucking my clit. The nerves in my core become more sensitive, and tension builds up in my chest. I try to keep my moans to a minimum, but holding back is difficult. I try to tell myself to relax, knowing that pleasure will explode when I do, but it feels impossible as each nerve in my core fires up, adding to the pressure I’m trying desperately to hold back.

“Ethan! Shit! Arrgh!” I yell as I let go. My hips buck forward as my core spasms, releasing all the tension I’ve built up.

“My god!” I pant as my body comes down from the high Ethan brought me to. Ethan’s five o’clock shadow scratches my folds as he lifts his head, removing his warmth from my core. I whimper in response.

“Did you like that?” Ethan asks, crawling up my body before smashing his lips against mine. I buck my hips forward, hoping to feel his erection in response.

“One moment,” Ethan grins, leaning forward to untie my hands. When he moves to the end of the bed to untie me, I sit up and roll my shoulders and hands.

“Hi,” Ethan smiles, turning from his task to look at me.

“Hi,” I smile back.

“I love you, Mikaela,” he says.

“I love you, too,” I reply.

“Good,” Ethan states, leaning forward and kissing my lips. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as we deepen the kiss, and Ethan pushes me back down on the bed.

“Hmm, you taste so good,” Ethan sighs, pulling away from me. I hum in response, making him smirk.

“Ah,” I cry when he pushes his head inside me.

“Fuck, Mikaela, you feel so good,” Ethan sighs, looking into my eyes.

“So do you,” I reply, feeling full from him. Ethan slides out partway before slamming back into my core.

“Fuck!” I cry when he does this again. I groan each time he thrusts inside me, tension building up in my chest and stomach.

“Ethan!” I cry when he builds up speed.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Ethan cries out. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling us closer together as Ethan pounds into me.

“Mikaela!”

“Shit!” I cry. Ethan stares into my eyes as our hips work their rhythm. I squeeze my vagina around him, holding him tight with both my legs as my own orgasm begins to erupt in my body.

“Fuck!” Ethan roars, slamming his hips into me with force. I thrust my hips forward, clamping down on his dick with my vagina as I let the tension out of my body.

We lay there afterwards, my legs still wrapped around Ethan’s hips as we tried to breathe. My body is sweaty, and I admire the beads of sweat rolling down Ethan’s forehead.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ethan murmurs, taking me in.

“You always say that,” I state.

“Because it’s true,” Ethan answers, kissing me quickly before lifting himself off me.

“Oh,” I pout. Ethan turns around and smirks at me before grabbing his underwear and heading out the door. He returns with a warm flannel, using it to wipe our juices from between my legs.

Afterwards, he throws the flannel at my laundry basket before helping my tired self under the blankets.

“Thank you,” I murmur, resting my head on my pillow. My eyes feel heavy. I feel Ethan wrap his arms around my body, pulling me closer to him.

“You’re mine,” Ethan states.

“Yes, I am,” I agree before sleep takes me.

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