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“Ethan, please,” she pleaded, trembling with unspent desire
and growing alarm.

“Say it.”

“I…no, I can’t…”

“Can’t? Or won’t? You can trust me, baby. If you gave me
such a gift, I’d never throw it back in your face.” He looked into her eyes, so
handsome and earnest and devilishly determined.

Torn between the desires to kick him and kiss him, Sara
struggled against the impromptu binding and reached for the convenient anger
that the mere mention of her former boyfriend still roused in her. And suddenly
Sara was inexplicably and unreasonably pissed—pissed at Vegas showgirls with
their perfectly flat abs, at Angie for being blessed with both brains and
beauty, at Ethan for being so damn adamant in his pursuit of her when she
herself couldn’t even figure out what about her would make a man like him not
stray…

And furthermore, she was pissed at herself for allowing
herself to fall head over heels in love with the sexy brute of a man—a feeling
she had never truly trusted, ever since her lying, cheating ex had found it
necessary to tell her that it was her weight that was preventing him from
remaining faithful to her and not his rampant hormones.

Sara could only shake her head as she gasped for breath, the
erotic sensation of having her arms bound behind her only intensifying the
feelings of desperation. He couldn’t possibly want her like this, the early
morning sunlight highlighting every bit of her imperfect body, from the extra
pounds on her middle to the saddlebags to her floppy boobs…

It was too much for her, and Sara felt the old familiar urge
to hide under the covers. “No, let me go!” she cried, rising to her knees and
finding herself unable to keep her balance. She yelped as fell sideways but
Ethan had already grasped her around the legs and flipped her, yanking her
leggings and underwear off in one motion so that her bare bottom was on
display. With a strangled wail, she buried her face into the comforter as she realized
that her grossly swollen bottom was presented in broad daylight in front of
him, cellulite and dimples and all.

“Let me up, dammit!” she cried, flopping like a mackerel and
trying to squirm away from him. “Don’t look at me!”

He was stronger than she and leveraged his weight against
her thrashing form. “Shhh, sweetheart,” he murmured into her hairline, gently
plucking the pebbled nipples that still pouted for his touch. She felt his bare
flesh against her back and realized that he had stripped off his shirt and
unzipped his jeans, since she could feel the hot, thick ridge of his cock slide
along the crease of her ass. She collapsed on the bed with a rough, frustrated
sob, caught in his seductive web and craving his sure touch more than anything.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to see you, hmmm?” Ethan asked
tenderly. “It’s all I could think about on the trip back. You should know by
now that I think you’re gorgeous everywhere, sweetheart. Especially here.” He
stroked the tender, trembling flesh of her ass with his big hands and cupped
the globes possessively. “Damn, you are so sexy like this, all hot and wet
and…” Reaching between her spread knees, he stroked her dripping cunt lips,
dipping two fingers in to the knuckle and giving her snug, slick inner passage
a delicious, intimate massage. “Tight,” he rumbled. “Baby, I’m fucking shaking,
I want you so bad.”

Mutual bouts of hot embarrassment and molten desire battled
within her, and it was all so overwhelming that Sara buried her face into the
mounded fabric beneath her. “How can you possibly want me?” she blurted into
the bedspread, bound and shaking like a leaf. “I’m hideous and fat! I’m never
going to have buns of steel or a teeny-tiny waist like her! Now will you please
just let me up?”

Ethan stifled a mock-growl against her neck, although his
ire was genuine. “Not a chance. And what the hell are you babbling about?” he
demanded, his patience starting to wear thin. “What do you mean, ‘her’? Whose
buns?”

“That dancer,” she muttered hoarsely. “Back in Vegas, at
Gardens of Olympus. I saw you at the club, she was dancing for you. And you two
looked like you were having a rockin’ good time.” She shot him a tilted glare
from her awkward pose, her bent knees slipping and sliding against the silken
bedclothes.

Ethan groaned and shook his head. “Was that why you ran
away? All because I had to sit through a strip show for Sean’s bachelor party?”

“Hah! You say it like it was some huge chore!”

“It was! A painful one, and I have the bruises on my damn
lap to prove it.” Ethan slid his hands underneath her and brought her back
flush to his front. “Sara, love,” he murmured into her ear, “it was a show.
Acting. She doesn’t mean a single thing to me. How can you think that I’d want
her, after what we shared was so amazing?”

Sara leaned into his touch even as she continued to protest.
“But… Brian always said that I was pretty vanilla in bed, and I thought we were
just scratching an itch. I told you I didn’t expect anything more, but if we
keep going like this…oh, god, how am I going to stand it when you leave me for
good?” she asked plaintively, turning her face away in misery.

Ethan remained poised behind her, silent and unmoving, and
she struggled to look over her shoulder and see his face. Suddenly, he pushed
her back facedown on the bed and there was a whistling of air as unexpected
pain exploded on her left buttock. Sara shrieked, shock replacing
embarrassment.

Fuck! The jackass had spanked her!

Chapter Eleven

“You will not speak of yourself like that again, do you hear
me?” Ethan muttered through gritted teeth. He rained steady slaps down on her
exposed ass as Sara scowled and yelled, not hard enough to bruise but enough to
get her attention. “I’m tired of hearing you put yourself down.” He punctuated
the statement with a resounding slap to her rump, followed by two more. “Say
that you have an awesome ass.”

“No way!” Sara shrieked without a moment’s hesitation, and
cried out at the rapid-fire smacks her bottom immediately received as warning.
For good measure, he landed a few deliberate smacks on the tender skin of her
inner thighs too, making her gasp and squeal loudly.

“Say it.” Ethan’s nimble fingers danced between the crease
of her buttocks between each swat, making her head swim and abdomen clench with
need. She could feel herself starting to drip copious amounts of honey down
each thigh…

The slight sting of his wide, flat hand as it made repeated
contact with her soft bottom was at first mortifying, and then strangely
arousing and after a few minutes, Sara found herself quaking with unspent need
and sobbing into her bedspread as her hips lifted her bottom in anticipation of
each stroke, each one accompanied by Ethan’s low demand that she acknowledge
the truth, that she was beautiful in his eyes—and that her ass was awesome.

Shit! She was kinky, and she’d never even known it!

“
Ethan
,” she keened, hoarse with longing. “I can’t
take any more. My arms… I need to touch you.” Her tethered arms were beginning
to ache and she longed to feel his smooth, burnished skin under her palms, to
stroke the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. But most of all she wanted a
chance to taste and tease his thick cock again, to drive him so far over the
bend as he was doing to her.

He was breathing hard as he leaned low to whisper in her
ear. “All you have to do is tell me the truth, baby.”

“I have,” Sara began in a halting voice, half-muffled by
bedspread, “an
awesome
…ass.”

Instantly, the steady swats ceased. Needy from head to toe
and roused to the point of incoherence, Sara could only mewl and pump the air
hungrily with her hips, so turned-on that she no longer cared what she might
look like from his vantage point.

His thick arms wound around her again and lifted her warm,
reddened backside against his steely veined cock, the voluptuous curves naturally
finding their niche against his hard and heavy groin. She arched back even as
her arms remained immobile against her sides, driving the cleft of her ass
harder against his dick as one big hand pressed against her rounded belly to
hold her snug against him and the other palmed her bountiful, quivering
breasts. His hot breath scorched her ear as he tenderly bit the side of her
neck, and she gasped for breath.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against her shoulder.
“And all mine.” He stroked the globes of her breasts and carefully pinched and
tugged on the dark velvety tips, and grunted in satisfaction at the broken
cries of pleasure that tumbled from her lips. “Who do these belong to, baby?”
he demanded, his voice raspy and dark with need.

Sara could only shake her head against the urge to crow that
she was his, unable to take the final plunge and admit her need for him. It was
too much, too intense, she would be completely undone if he had his way…

Ethan’s clever, kneading hands became more insistent,
continuing to manipulate her pebble-hard nipples as two long, thick fingers on
his other hand stroked the sensitive cleft between her legs and slid deep
inside her hot, soaked snatch. She let loose with a broken wail, tossing her
head back against him, wanting more than anything to claw at his arm and ride
his thick fingers harder, faster, into oblivion.

“Say it. I know you feel it too, baby. Don’t be afraid, let
it go.” He added another finger, pressing harder against the swollen,
sensitized tissues in an intimate massage with each pass, enjoying the feel of
her rapid pulse from deep within her.

Sara’s thighs trembled, splayed in a wide vee as she cried
out again in agonized pleasure, arching and thrashing back against his massive
frame. “Tell me,” he demanded through clenched teeth, rubbing her distended
clit with his thumb in a sultry, ceaseless rhythm. “Just tell me who you belong
to.”

Sara could only sob in response, almost insensate with the
need to come. Sensory overload was causing her to buck uncontrollably at each
pass of her clit by his rough fingers, and she felt the ready tight coil of a
monstrous orgasm build low in her stomach, knotting her muscles and causing her
to arch like the prow of a ship, her deep-rose nipples pointing the way. His free
hand stroked her from stem to stern, and all her focus was centered on the
scorching hot throbbing cock that was at present pillowed against her ass and
the conflagration he was inciting at the center of her…

Ethan soothed her with soft murmured words against her ear
even as his touches grew even more possessive and fierce. “I’ll give you
everything you’re asking for, sweetheart, I promise,” he said huskily, giving
her clit another lush upstroke. “Tell me you’re mine,” he all but growled, his
hands and lips and voice demanding her response, no quarter given. He tumbled
her onto her back and placed her legs high on his shoulders before Sara knew
what was happening, and lined his rampant cock along the slick opening of her
sex.

“Say it.” His eyes pierced hers, commanding her to give into
the feeling, to take the fall with him…

“Yes, yes, yours, only yours! Ethan! I love you!” Sara
wailed and strained against her bound arms as Ethan finally plunged into her
with his huge cock, filling her so completely that it bordered on pain. He
snarled in cadence with her choking screams as he pumped his full length into
her savagely, robbing her of her breath and sanity. She gloried in the feel of
his uninhibited response, the knowledge that she had driven him to this frenzied
state. His gauging thrusts were uncontrolled and rough—he was relentless as he
drove his steely veined cock deep into her dripping, convulsing cunt over and
over and over again, all the while tugging her pouting nipples in counterpoint
and swallowing her hoarse cries. She was already poised on the brink when he
reached down between them and firmly pinched her slick, distended clit firmly
between his thumb and forefinger.

Sara threw her head back and emitted a high-pitched scream
as she erupted in a shattering, all-encompassing climax. She heard Ethan shout
in accompaniment, the deep, pulsing contractions too much for him to bear as
her entire body bucked uncontrollably. His cock twitched and thrummed deep
inside her womb as Sara continued to emit shrill bleats with each eddying
contraction, the riotous sensations continuing to course through her for
several minutes before finally tapering off. She began to crumple forward, but
Ethan caught her up with infinite gentleness against his soaked, heaving chest.

When Sara came to her senses some minutes later, she was
lying in Ethan’s arms atop his massive chest. She felt featherlight kisses
being pressed into her temple and the crown of her head as Ethan pushed her wet
sweatshirt down completely off her arms so that she was able to sling them
limply around his shoulders. He cradled her as she straddled his lap, her head
leaning wearily against his firm, masculine shoulder.

Absently, she pressed a kiss to it and tasted the
salt-slicked skin, still dazed by the magnitude of her orgasm and the quivering
aftershocks that she could still feel deep within her body. She felt Ethan
slide his hands along the sides of her face to lift it so that she could meet
his earnest gaze.

“Baby, I know you think that I’m playing fast and loose
here, but you should know that’s just not me.” His voice, rough with spent
passion, rang with sincerity. “What we have together is different…deeper, more.
I love you. Sara.”

Dazed and exhausted from their lovemaking, Sara could only
stare deep into his eyes without blinking and marvel at the absence of guile
she saw there.

“You love me? You love
me
?”

He nodded solemnly, his firm lips unsmiling.

Sara stared at him incredulously, knowing that her mouth was
gaping like a fish’s and that her words were slurring. “W-when? How? When?”

He sighed and stroked a long finger down her cheek. “For
about a year now. I knew as soon as I met you that I wanted to get to know you
better. Being around you for as long as I have, without being able to touch you
or show you… Damn, that was some brand of torture.”

“I never knew…”

“Mm-hmm. You mean you never let yourself see. It was pretty
obvious, to everyone but you, of course.”

“Ethan, I feel like…like this is happening to someone else.
I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, you see…a part of me still doesn’t
believe it. It’s a lot to take in.” That was the understatement of the century.
Sara felt giddy with the rush of his admission, buoyant and effervescent like a
soap bubble that was ready to burst, but her natural reticence refused to
relinquish its final hold on her. She still felt a twinge of fear and doubt,
unable to fully accept and trust his feelings toward her. “So, what happens
now?”

Ethan looked down at her and arched a single brow. “Now? We
live happily ever after, of course.”

Sara bit her lip. “I don’t know if I believe in happily ever
after yet,” she replied softly, ducking her head into his shoulder and resting
there a moment. “It’s a lot to take in, Ethan,” she continued tremulously.
“What if it turns out that I’m not enough for you?”

“Trust me. You’re more than I’ve ever hoped for.” His eyes
were hot on her face, caressing her features and baring his soul to her.

She idly twirled her finger into the silky mat of hair on
his chest, but didn’t say anything.

“I’ll prove it to you.”

Her eyebrows shot up at that. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been burned pretty bad, baby, and whether you admit
it or not, you still don’t entirely trust that I want you just the way you are.
So, I’m going have to prove it to you.”

“How?”

He shrugged. “Time. Trust me, my feelings for you aren’t
going to change. And I want to be there when you finally come around to
acknowledging yours.”

Sara smiled tremulously, relieved that he knew her so well
and could anticipate her fears. Her heart lurched with joy even as she strove
to remain as calm and matter-of-fact as he did. “Thank you. You shouldn’t have
to settle for a commitment-phobic, plus-sized wallflower, but I do love you. So
much.” She punctuated the declaration with a lingering kiss to the underside of
his strong, square jaw, arching in pleasure as his hands coursed over her hips
and thighs hungrily in response.

“Don’t make me spank you again,” he growled into her ear.
She blushed, and Ethan grinned as he pressed her even closer to his side.

“You really don’t mind? Taking it slow, one day at a time,
with me?”

His countenance turned serious. “Baby, you can have all the
time you need to see that what we have is real and binding. I’m not going
anywhere. I love you. And I want to be with you, above all else.” He urged her
atop him and gently raised her enough so that the tip of his renewed cock
teased her tender, damp opening, sliding over her engorged clit before bringing
her back down on him until his entire length was pulsing once again deep inside
her snug, wet sheath.

Sara slipped her arms around his neck as her breath caught
in her throat, and his cock withdrew teasingly only to slide deep inside her
molten core again.

“Love you,” she gasped as her eyes fluttered shut. “You
couldn’t possibly know how much.” A broken cry was torn from her as his large
hands grasped her hips and delivered a series of short, hard, rapid thrusts
from beneath her. She threw her head back and struggled to catch her breath,
already feeling the wild, simmering tension build once again low in her belly.

“Thank you for finally taking a chance on me. You won’t be
sorry, baby.” Ethan’s voice was rough and hungry, his eyes absorbing her every
unschooled response to his lovemaking with avid pleasure. His long fingers sought
the pouting tuft of flesh between her legs and plied it gently, then not so
gently.

“A chance on us,” she corrected on a gasp, palming his chest
muscles and sinking the pads of her fingers deep into the resilient muscle. She
knew instinctively that to gamble on their love would be the safest bet she’d
ever made. “And I think our odds are looking really good.”

“I’ll tell you what else is looking really good,” Ethan
rumbled. His eyes were fixed on her swaying breasts as she bounced slickly on
his cock.

Sara’s laughter melted into moans as he tumbled her back
onto the bed, relishing the substantial weight and feel of him within her and
around her. He held her trembling thighs high and wide with his huge hands as
his blisteringly hot cock slid unerringly into her and began rocking her toward
another shattering climax.

Sara’s last coherent thought was that she owed her best
friend one hell of a wedding present for her bridesmaid gift. Ethan was
definitely the gift that kept on giving.

And giving.

And, oh,
giving
…