5

I pull my right leg up as far as my hand can reach and unzip my boot. I repeat the process with my left boot and soon I am free of my clothes except for my panties.

I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties and let them slide down my legs. I walk over to the bed with its dark red sheets and lie down on it.

It doesn't take long and soon Ethan walks in through the door that I didn't bother to close. He looks glorious in his jeans and bare feet. I just love the sight of his bare feet!

-"Good girl. Now turn around so your face is facing the bed and your ass is facing me." He orders in a hoarse voice.

I turn around, placing my breasts and belly against the mattress. I don't see him, I just feel something cold, maybe a rope, wrapping around my ankle. He pulls my ankle and ties it, using the same rope, to the canopy of the bed.

Ethan ties my feet, one at each end of the bed and I find myself spread-eagled and vulnerable.

He takes my left hand, which is resting at my side, and captures the other as well. Ethan joins them together and secures them with a comfortable handcuff.

-"I'm going to blindfold you, baby," he says. I nod.

My breathing is out of control with anxiety. Each visit here surprises me more, I never know what I will feel.

Before his next act, Ethan slaps my ass. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming at the burning sensation that forms there.

I only hear his footsteps towards the dresser. Soon after, the sound is turned on and the song 'hymn for the weekend' begins to echo.

My vision is dark, in fact, the room is dark, so I can't see much. With the loud music playing, my senses are dazed.

I feel Ethan's hands on my leg, moving up... my thighs, my ass, my back...

He takes his hands away from me, but only to slide a mask over my face.

He goes back to exploring my body with his hand, sliding his fingers down the length of my back to my ass.

Ethan squeezes my ass and I can't help but moan. He places a hand between my legs, caressing the inside of my thigh.

-"please" I beg for your touch

-"please what?" He asks

-"Please, sir," I murmur.

He finally slides his fingers into my sex. Cristhian dips a finger into me and slowly rotates it. As his finger slowly masturbates me, I move my hips.

I arch my back, pushing my ass toward him. In response, Ethan inserts a second finger into me. Their fingers, together, begin a delicious 'back and forth' in and out of me.

I moan with each thrust of his fingers, making me hotter and wetter.

I feel my body preparing to explode in an orgasm. My legs tremble with his ministrations. Ethan removes his fingers from inside before I can come undone in an orgasm.

I wait in silence for a minute. My body is not yet reconstructed enough to complain. I am surprised when Ethan plunges an object inside me. It is something cylindrical in shape and...

Holy shit! It's so cold! It seems to be getting colder by the second.

-"Oh my God," I whisper. The pleasure that the cold causes is as unsettling as it is enticing. I couldn't tell if the sensation of something cold inside my sex is good or bad.

The cold is rising up the walls of my belly. I want it to stop! I want it to continue! My God...

-"Calm down, baby," Ethan says.

He takes the target away from me, but only to replace it.

The moment Ethan pulls out and inserts the... vibrator? inside me, the object slides in and out of my body, hitting a sweet spot in my belly. The position I'm in prevents me from writhing in orgasm, so I just arch my back more and scream as I let my orgasm flow.

I collapse onto the mattress. My entire body is exhausted from two orgasms. My mind is in a magical place, but my anatomy can't keep up.

-"This will be a little more intense, do you want something heavier, I mean really heavy?"

-"I'm not made of glass," I answer quietly. My state of numbness doesn't allow me to say it any louder.

-"That's what I thought," he whispers and hits me again, smiling now. I can tell by his breathing.

It doesn't take long before I notice Ethan putting a small, thin object in my anus.

Fuck!

-"wow" I scream in surprise at the place he chose to put the vibrator.

-"Calm down, baby, it won't hurt," Ethan reassures me. We've done this before. It doesn't hurt, but it's very intense and embarrassing. Ethan takes the vibrator out and puts it back in. This feels good, more than good, it's heavenly.

I try to relax the muscles in my body. It's hard when you're vulnerable, but pleasure is something that usually relaxes me.

Ethan reaches for my left foot and unties the rope. He also reaches for my right foot and removes the rope that has held me for those few minutes.

He lifts me up in his arms and places me lying down with my breasts facing down on a table near the bed, without removing the handcuffs from my wrists, and he also doesn't remove the vibrator. I'm feeling embarrassed, why is this? I've done everything with this man, I shouldn't feel like this!

Ethan lets a soft kiss touch my ass and moves up my back, to the nape of my neck. His stubble is sending shivers down my body.

-"Turn towards me and spread your legs wide," he murmurs, his mouth still against the back of my neck. I shiver completely. Ethan steps away, giving me enough space to turn around.

I spin around on the table, facing him, with my legs apart. He stands between them, naked. I didn't hear him open his fly, nor did I see it, because of the blindfold.

He sinks into me slowly. I can feel every inch of his member filling my intimacy.

I lie comfortably on the table, not too cold, while he fucks me. I don't know if I could call it love, but I really like it!

My ass and back make an audible noise as they slide across the wood with each thrust.

-"Ethan..." I call his name incompletely.

Hit it, no rubber would never let no one touch her

Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn

But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffering

Intense, this shit, it gets dense

She knows when I'm out of it like she could just sense

She'd be down for whatever, never gotta convince.

(I do it, no condom, I'd never let nobody touch her

I swear, we got our way, man, she's so stubborn

But what the fuck is love without pain, without suffering

Intense, this shit, it gets thick

She knows when I'm out of my mind, like she can just feel it

She'll take anything, I never had to convince her)

I hug his waist with my legs. Ethan holds my silhouette with both hands and continues thrusting into me.

-"fuck!" I moan softly.

-"That's it, Angelic," Ethan murmurs breathlessly. As if my body were guided by his voice, I give myself completely to the pleasure of the moment. He dives into me as if he were the ocean, and I receive him. His parted lips and expression of desire do not deny how much he is surrendered.

●●

After a relaxing bath with my husband, I'm lying comfortably on the bed while eating Cheddar cheese tarts.

-"Are you still hungry?" Ethan asks. I shake my head in denial. I bring my index finger to my mouth and close my lips over the cheese that is dirtying my hand.

-"Hmm... I was hungry" I confess. Ethan smiles satisfied.

-"That's a combination of words I like to hear," he murmurs.

I grab my BlackBerry that's next to the bed, on the headboard. I realize that I've spent the whole afternoon without my phone. I'm sure someone called me or something.

I turn on the device and immediately see the notification of two messages from José on the screen.

ANA, I NEED YOU, NOW

WHERE ARE YOU? PLEASE!

Shit!

What happened to my friend? I need to know. The message is from twenty minutes ago, has something bad happened yet? God forbid!

-"What happened, Angelic?" Ethan asks seeing my worried expression.

-"José" I answer. The "call" button to talk to him is precious.

-"Hi. Hi, Angelic, what took you so long?" José says when he answers. His voice is broken, like someone who has been crying for hours.

-"too much work" I make up any excuse to avoid saying the real reason. There is no need.

-"Okay, can you find me? Do I need you, Angelic, or are you busy in your perfect world with the tycoon Donneli?"

Perfect world? What the hell happened to José? He's definitely out of his mind.

From your voice, you must be drunk too.

-"Where can I find you?" I ask, diverting the conversation.

I glance at Ethan, but he doesn't look upset that I'm going to see José.

-"Zig Zag coffee" José replies.

-"Well, I'll be there in an hour"

I say and hang up. I better get this shit sorted out soon, it'll be better for everyone that way.

-"José called, he wants to see me, he was crying" I explain vaguely. I'll have to face hurricane Donneli if he says "no", but I don't want that shit right now. I would be a terrible friend if I left José alone.

-"You can see your friend, but two of the security guards will go too" he says

-"You won't object?" I'm startled by this answer, I thought he would start a fight over this. In reality, his easy acceptance doesn't seem normal.

-"Why would I do that?" Ethan asks. I could answer that question a thousand different ways, but it would take up too much of my time.

-"fifty shades, I never know what you're going to do." I reply.

-"Will you be long with the photographer?" He asks, changing the focus of the conversation, and he doesn't seem happy when he says it.

-"Hmm, I shouldn't be long"

Suddenly, I remember a not so distant subject, Elena pedophile Lincoln. Yes, it could wait, but Ethan is usually not very talkative.

One two three.

-"What else do you know about Elena?" I ask at once, before I lose my little courage.

-"Move on or your friend will wait a long time" he says. As always bossy and avoiding the subject

-"Don't change the subject, Donneli," I say, arching my eyebrow. I want him to be completely talkative, and not closed off like he usually is.

-"Damn it, Angelic, forget about Elena. My people are doing what they have to do. Stop thinking about this shit."

-"but..." I try to object, but I'm interrupted

-"No buts. I'll ask Taylor to take you and Lough will go too" Ethan says quickly. I missed my talkative husband's good mood!

Ethan seals my lips in a chaste kiss.

-"Taylor will be in the room. I have to work now," he murmurs. I nod, even though I'm against his errant way of keeping me away from important matters.

We get out of bed at basically the same moment. We've both had a wonderful afternoon, but we're getting out of bed feeling dissatisfied. I'm feeling completely dark, and he's feeling dissatisfied with me going to see José and wanting to know about Elena.

I head to the closet to change out of my black lingerie into something presentable. I put on a pair of dark jeans and ankle boots. I grab a gray sleeveless silk blouse and cover the blouse with a blazer.

I leave my hair loose as if it came out of the shower, a little disheveled even.

That's it. Now I just have to face the long night that awaits me.

●●

Taylor stops the car in front of the Zig Zag Café. Before I even get out, I can already see José inside the bar.

He is leaning over the counter, with a few small glasses around him.

Lough opens the door, and within seconds I jump out of the car and hurry inside.

I walk up to the counter, where a few ridiculously drunk men are giving me dirty looks.

I'm grateful to my overprotective husband who put Lough with me, I would have been scared otherwise.

I put my hand on José's shoulder and he gives me a scared look.

-"Hi," I say sweetly. The tears, seemingly dry, are replaced by new droplets of water that run down her face.

Damn! I hate seeing him like this.

-"Angelic, I fucked up, fucked up big time! I... I... I slept with Kate. With Kate, your friend." He says in one go.

**

I sit on a bench next to him. My brain can't keep up with the speed of information.

Jose and Kate slept together? What the hell is this?

-"What? Why?" I ask, completely lost between the lines.

-"I don't know. We had a drink and she started taking her clothes off. You know the rest..." he answers, waving his hands in front of his body in confusion.

-"Does Elliot know?" I ask the first coherent question that comes to mind.

-"No, not at all!" he says. José stares at me with wide eyes. Obviously it would be terrible if Elliot knew.

-"Kate and Elliot had a fight," he whispers. His eyes fall back to the amber-colored drink in his glass.

-"Does she regret it too?" I ask. Maybe he doesn't know, but I don't want to fall into an awkward silence.

-"God willing," he says. José raises two fingers to the waiter, asking for another shot of whatever he's drinking.

-"Are you absolutely sure that something happened?" I ask. I don't know, but they were always friends, and that's it, there was never any attraction or anything like that.

-"Yes, I do. I remember every detail of the night before," José says. He covers his face with both hands and lets his compulsive crying take over.

I look at my wristwatch, which says 8:45 p.m. I'll probably be here a while, so I better call Ethan before I give the man a heart attack.

-"José" I call him, but I don't have his attention on me.

-"I need to make a call," I say.

I fish my BlackBerry out of my blazer pocket and dial Ethan's number in one quick call.

I get up from the bench and walk two steps away from José.

-"Hi, Ethan," I greet as soon as he answers.

-"Hi, baby. How are you?" He asks.

-"I'm fine. But it might take a while," I say.

-"It's okay. Just keep security close," Ethan warns. I roll my eyes. It's not like I'm going to run away from security.

-"Okay. Goodbye" I say.

-"Goodbye. I love you"

-"I love you too"

I put the BlackBerry away and return to my seat. José now has his hands clasped around his glass and his eyes fixed on it.

-"If you want to tell me anything else. I'm here for you," I say quietly. He gives me a weak smile, along with a sad look.

-"I regret it, because we were drunk. But it was nothing more than a betrayal, for all intents and purposes. No one but you would understand," José mutters.

I put my arm around his shoulder for a side hug. I want my confident friend to talk to me.

-"I understand. And I'll do my best to make sure they understand too," I say.

José rests his head on my shoulder and sighs. He is visibly tired, maybe it's his psychological state, I don't know.