Authors: Alexandra O'Hurley
The Lottery (27 page)
“No contracts, Ophelia. I made a fortune from the lottery, and I
came back to her because I wanted to. Because I love her. I just asked her to
be my wife.” Lifting Karlyn’s hand to Ophelia’s eye level, Ethan smiled at the
tinge of green that bloomed over her face.
At the word wife, Ophelia turned to him, stunned. “Love? You are
pathetic. There is no such thing in this day and age.”
“I thought the same thing before I met her. But in fact, Ophelia,
I need to thank you.”
“Thank me?” The air was slowly being let out of her balloon.
“If you had not worked so vigilantly to ruin my reputation, I
would not have needed to go into the lottery. And had it not been for that, I
wouldn’t be with the most beautiful, talented woman whom I want to spend the
rest of my life with. So, thank you.”
Ophelia just stood staring at the pair, her eyes squinted. Karlyn
was sure if looks could kill, they would both be lying on the sidewalk. Karlyn
smiled to herself, a sudden thought coming to mind. “So how was prison? Last I
heard you were forced to spend six months in minimum security for that fraud
charge? I hope they weren’t too hard on you in there. But then again, maybe
that is what led to this new interest in bondage?”
“Addy, Stefano, I am through with this pitiful conversation, I
think it is time to go home and enjoy some lustful adventures.”
before turning to walk behind his master. “I’m sorry I told her what I
overheard in the studio, I hope you forgive me. I’m glad you found happiness. I
truly am. It gives us all hope.”
Smiling at their retreating backs, Ethan hugged Karlyn to him
tighter, again hailing the aerocab. Jumping in as the nearest one arrived; they
were in front of Karlyn’s building in no time. Thumbing the payport, the pair
exited the vehicle and somehow climbed the stairs entwined and tangled together
as if they were one entity.
Sliding the door home, Ethan stood back against it. Breathing
hard, he stared at Karlyn. It was like their first time all over again, and she
began to disrobe, just like that night.
He had come back to her. He loved her. Just as she was.
Sliding the silken strap from her shoulder, the soft silver gown
pooled around her feet. She felt more naked in the black lace push up bra,
panties and garters then she had ever felt completely nude in his sight.
“When did lingerie become a part of your wardrobe?”
“Sam talked me into it for tonight. She said that my underwear
drawer is atrocious and that I needed something special for the opening to
boost my self confidence.”
“And did it?”
“Honestly, I sort of forgot about it as nervous as I was at the
Klimpt. But at this very moment, I am so happy I let her talk me into it.”
“As am I. You need to wear this every day.” A bead of sweat
trickled down Ethan’s temple, as she watched him fisting the material of his
pants, trying to maintain control. Noting the swell from his groin, she
suddenly felt devilish, enjoying the control she had over his body.
“Stay there.” She lifted one leg to the cushion of the couch with
her back to him, giving him a nice glimpse of her rounded bottom, beginning to
work the clasp for the garter to unhook the silken hose.
“Leave. Them. On.”
Looking over her shoulder, the smoldering look remained in his
eyes as he stood up. Glad she had put the panties on the outside of the garters
as Sam had suggested, she slowly lowered the black lace, and began to unhook
the bra.
Before she could finish, he moved her hands away and pulled her
to him. Her bra left on, he reached first one hand then the other within the lacy
recesses, releasing the firm globes from the material. Pushed up and out, her
breasts felt delightful. The pressure was enjoyable to her and when he grasped
each nipple between a thumb and forefinger as he rubbed his cock against her rear,
she felt her desire coil tighter within her.
Reaching back, she unhooked his belt, loosening the button on the
front and unzipping his pants. Pushing into the wide opening, she pulled his
cock loose, rubbing one hand against it and the soft ripe flesh of her ass.
Biting her neck, laving it to mute the pain, as he often did, she
squealed with delight as he added one hand to her clit, bringing her to climax
almost instantly. Picking her up, he moved to the couch.
Spreading her legs apart, he kneeled and plunged inside her in
one quick action.
“I can’t wait, I’m sorry. I have to be inside you.”
Reaching up and loosening his tie, she pulled the long fabric
from his neck as he pumped inside her. He grasped the material from her, and
grabbed both wrists.
Twisting the material around both, he then tied the end to one of
the iron rails of the staircase behind it. Excitement raced through her, and
she climaxed again within an instant. He withdrew moments later, and she pouted
in disappointment.
“Don’t worry, new position.”
Sitting down beside her on the couch, he grasped her hips and
lifted, sliding under her. Once she was planted firmly in his lap, he lifted
her once again and plunged his cock into her. Now with hands free, he roamed
her body, one hand manipulating her aching clit, the other tweaking and pulling
hard on her nipples.
Arching her back into his hands, she was able to control the
angle at which he entered her. Fast, hot and hard, their lovemaking was loud
and slick. After so much time apart, they needed each other with an animal
instinct, as if tonight they would claim each other as their very own.
Time and place no longer existed; they were bound together in
this union, giving each other all they had to give. Pleasure, pain, lust…and
love.
Forever.
The End
Evernight Publishing