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Ethan
Dinner was ready and Diana was nowhere to be found. Everyone came to sit at the table for another one of my mother’s infamous casseroles as I headed for the stairs. I knew where Diana was. I’d heard the water running earlier and hadn’t heard anything since. One of the wine glasses was also missing from the cabinet, which meant she must have really been enjoying herself in the bathtub.
I walked up the stairs and knocked on her bedroom door, hoping she would hear me from the bathroom. But when I got no response, I stood there and listened. I didn’t hear a thing. No sloshing of the water. No padding of bare feet. No murmuring of Diana’s voice. I didn’t want to barge in on her privacy if she was in the bathtub, but every single worst-case scenario started running through my mind.
I backtracked down the hallway and took the steps up to the third floor. I looked around the pool room and the entertainment room. I even made my way out onto the balcony and looked over the edges of the property. I ran back downstairs and brushed past the men at the table, and I felt them all looking at me as I ripped the basement door open.
“Stark, you good?” Liam asked.
“If Diana isn’t in this basement, I need men scouring the property,” I said.
“Wait a second, what?” he asked.
“I need you guys to put your stomachs on hold for a second and check the grounds of the property. I can’t find Diana anywhere and I’m not sure what’s happened.”
My men all scrambled from the table and Liam quickly divided them into teams. I dropped myself into the basement and turned on every light so I could thoroughly check the downstairs. I made my way into the wine cellar and my eyes cased the wall. Looking for any clues as to what Diana might be doing. I came across an empty hole in the wall where a bottle of wine would have been.
Missing bottle of wine. Missing glass. Bathtub that had water running in it a little while ago.
Everything told me she was in that damn tub, but it was unlike her to be so quiet. But when all of my men came back and told me they couldn't find her on the property, Liam asked the one question that worried me more than anything.
“You think she left the estate?”
“If she did, all of you are losing your jobs,” I said.
“I’m going to go ahead and assemble a team to go out searching for her,” Liam said.
“I’ve got one more place I want to look. And if she’s not there, that's exactly what we’re doing,” I said.
My heart slammed in my chest as I made my way back up the steps. I felt all of my men gathered at the bottom, waiting on my command. My heart dropped to my toes as I inched her bedroom door open. Maybe there was a note in her room somewhere. Telling me where she was or that she wasn’t coming to dinner. After all, she knew where that garden was. Maybe she had made her way back out there with the wine.
That was a total possibility.
I looked all over her room before my eyes fell to the closed bathroom door. Well, it wasn’t latched, but it was practically closed. There wasn’t a light shining underneath the door and I didn’t hear Diana moving around, but something tugged me towards it. I felt my feet carrying me slowly, my eyes locked onto the barrier between myself and the tub I knew I heard running beforehand.
Then, I heard it.
Water splashing over the edge.
I reached my hand out and slowly inched the door open, but for some reason I didn’t say a word. My eyes fell to the reflection in the bathroom mirror and I instantly swallowed my tongue. There Diana was, with the wine bottle on the floor and the wine glass on the edge of the tub. She was sitting in a bath full of bubbles with the lights off and her leg tossed over the edge. Her olive skin was flushed. One of her hands gripped her breast. Her other hand was underneath the water, slowly moving around, and I knew exactly what she was doing.
And I couldn't peel my eyes away from her.
“Take me, Ethan. Have your way with me, please.”
The moan she let out forced my cock to heights I’d never experienced before. My pants became uncomfortable as my name fell from her lips. I watched her buck against the water. I heard her praise the ‘massive dick’ I apparently had. Her toes curled and her legs began to shake and she lifted herself out of the bubbles completely. I saw her fingers filling her juicy pussy. I felt my cock leaking against my fucking pants. Her jaw unhinged and she gasped for air, chanting her pleasure she rode herself to her high.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. Right there.”
I watched her collapse into the water, dripping with sweat and panting for air. Her hand fell from her perfect breast as her chest flushed with a want for more. Her tits puckered to painful peaks I wanted to wrap my lips around and her leg slowly slid itself back into the tub. I watched a lopsided smile cross her cheeks as she reached for her wine glass, and the second she wrapped her lips around it a groan slipped from mine.
An involuntary groan that caught her attention.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
My eyes found hers in the reflection of the mirror as she quickly sank all the way into the tub. Nothing but her head was seen poking up from the bubbles and her hands still trembled from the force of her orgasm.
Holy hell, my cock physically hurt, pressing against my pants. And it forced me to grit my teeth.
“I’m sorry. We were looking for you and couldn’t find you,” I said hurriedly.
“So you thought you’d spy on me?” Diana asked.
“Dinner’s ready.”
She scoffed and shook her head as she took a long pull from her wine glass. “How long were you standing there?”
I cleared my throat. “Just now.” I couldn't stand there a second longer. If I did, I’d join her in that tub and show her what my cock could really do. I knew I sounded lame. Like some bumbling idiot. And it would only make things worse if I continued to stand there. I quickly shut the bathroom door and retreated down the hallway, then leaned against the wall to catch my breath.
Holy shit. That was the hottest thing I’d seen since—well, since the last time I had touched her.
“You find her?”
Liam’s voice ripped me from my trance and I looked down the stairs at my men.
“You look like you just went nine rounds with her,” Liam said, grinning.
“Yes, I found her. No, she’s not happy. Yes, you guys can go eat,” I said.
“Fair enough,” he said.
They all dispersed and I was thankful for it. That meant I could shove my hand into my pants and rearrange my cock. Fuck. I hoped none of my men saw that thing. It was hard enough to pound nails, and I ducked into a room so I could get control of my appearance.
So I could situate myself in silence.
I stood in my bedroom and drew a few deep breaths. Walking into my bathroom, I splashed cold water in my face. I even tried to think about work. Anything to distract myself from the memory of Diana masturbating and calling out my name. And it took forever. Even though I rearranged myself and even though it didn’t technically look like I had a raging erection, I sure as hell wasn’t going downstairs and eating with my men while I had one. By the time I got myself under control enough to look presentable, however, Diana was the only one left at the dinner table.
Damn it. How long had I been in my room?
She flashed me an angry glance before she got up from the kitchen table. She brushed past me, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She stood at the kitchen sink and rinsed her plate off, then bent over and stuck it in the dishwasher.
I already felt my cock rising back towards the occasion.
“I’m really sorry, Diana. I didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy.”
Watching her reflection in the kitchen window, her frown overtook her face.
“I had a feeling you might have been in the tub, so I had the guys search the grounds completely before I resorted to opening your bedroom door,” I said.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she asked.
“No. I just don’t want you thinking I did it on purpose.”
“Oh, so you weren’t spying on me in the tub on purpose.”
She rolled her eyes as she closed the dishwasher, then turned around and leaned against the counter.
“I really didn’t mean to intrude on your privacy,” I said.
“I don’t have privacy here, Ethan. Which is surprising, since I’ve been alone for days while you guys are all barricaded in your precious office space.”
I watched her push away from the counter and she left the kitchen without a second thought. For some reason, her words had really bothered me. Yes, she had been cooped up here with no attention. There wasn’t anything I could do about that. We had work to do and she needed to be kept safe. Out of the public eye. But if there was one thing Diana hated, it was being ignored. The interesting thing was, I felt the need to do something for her.
And that was different.
She had put up with a lot. She’d been ripped around and commanded to do all sorts of things that would make any person crack under pressure. And my desire to do something for her to take the edge off grew stronger the more her footsteps backtracked from me. She had been putting up with a lot. Being alone throughout the day. Not having a car to go do things. Being in the woods in a place she was wholly unfamiliar with. She deserved a treat. Especially since her captivity hadn’t caused her to lash out. She hadn’t attempted to run away or combat any of the men, and she sure as hell hadn’t thrown any sort of tantrum.
A treat would be good for her.
And I was excited to give her one.
