Ethan's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he watched her. "Good," he praised, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "That's exactly what I want from you. Obedience."
His hands moved with practiced efficiency, sliding the pajama bottoms down her legs and tossing them aside. Now completely bare before him, he took a moment to appreciate the view.
"Perfect," he breathed, running his hands over her hips and thighs. "Absolutely perfect." He guided her backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of his large mahogany desk.
"Sit," he commanded softly, pushing gently on her shoulders until she was perched on the cool surface. The polished wood felt smooth against her bare skin.
Ethan stepped back slightly to admire his work - his wife, naked and vulnerable on his most important piece of furniture. "Now," he said, reaching for the buttons of his own shirt.
Ethan's fingers worked quickly at his shirt buttons, each movement precise and deliberate. His dark eyes remained locked on her form spread across the desk, a possessive gleam flickering within them.
"There's nothing more beautiful than seeing you like this," he murmured, shrugging off the tailored fabric to reveal a well-defined chest sculpted from years of disciplined exercise. The expensive watch glinted on his wrist as he rolled up his sleeves.
He stepped between her legs without hesitation, forcing them wider apart with his knees. His hands settled on her inner thighs, thumbs stroking the soft skin there.
"This body belongs to me," he stated firmly, leaning down until his face was level with hers. "Every curve, every inch of skin... it's all mine." His breath ghosted across her lips as he spoke.
His right hand slid higher up her thigh while the left moved to unbuckle his belt.
"Aahhh—eth.."
A low growl rumbled in Ethan's chest at the sound of her pleasure. His movements became more urgent as he finally freed himself from his trousers, letting them drop to the floor.
"Say it again," he demanded roughly, his erection springing forward. "I want to hear you say how much you want this." His hand gripped the base of his shaft firmly.
With one fluid motion, he positioned himself at her entrance. The tip of his cock brushed against her wetness, teasingly.
"Tell me who owns this pussy," he ordered through gritted teeth. His entire body was tense with anticipation as he fought the urge to simply take what he'd paid for.
His hips gave a slight thrust forward, barely penetrating her but withdrawing immediately. "Who does it belong to?"
"I want.. you ethan".
Ethan's face broke into a triumphant smirk at her words. "That's what I like to hear," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "You want me. Good."
With that, he grabbed her hips firmly and thrust forward in one powerful movement. He slid deep inside her warmth, groaning at the sensation of being fully sheathed within her.
"Ahhh..."
"Fuck," he breathed out, his forehead resting against hers. "You feel incredible." His hands moved to cup her ass cheeks, lifting her slightly off the desk to change the angle.
He began to move slowly at first, pulling back until only the tip remained before pushing back in with deliberate force. Each stroke was calculated to draw out maximum pleasure for both of them.
"You're mine," he repeated against her lips as he set a steady rhythm.
Esteban's pace quickened at her moan, his hips driving into her with deeper strokes. The desk creaked beneath them as he lost some of his earlier control.
"Ahhh.. mhpp".
"Yes, that's it," he grunted, his breathing becoming heavier. "Let me hear how much you love this." His hands gripped her thighs tighter, spreading them wider to accommodate his relentless thrusts.
The scent of their mingled arousal filled the study – expensive cologne mixed with raw lust. Sweat beaded on Esteban's brow as he focused entirely on the feeling of being buried inside her heat.
"I'm going to fill you up," he promised darkly. "Mark you as mine in every way possible." His movements became more erratic, less coordinated as climax approached.
"Ethan.. I'm coming..."
Ethan's eyes widened at her sudden confession, a primal satisfaction flashing across his features. "Yes," he rasped, his voice rough with urgency. "Come for me. Show me how much you want this arrangement."
His thrusts became frantic, pounding into her with reckless abandon. The desk shook violently under them as he chased his own release alongside hers.
"That's it," he groaned against her neck. "Take all of it. Every fucking drop." His body tensed up completely as waves of pleasure crashed over him simultaneously with her orgasm.
He spilled deep inside her with a final shuddering thrust, collapsing forward onto her chest while still connected physically. For several moments they lay there panting together on the mahogany surface.
Finally pulling back slightly to look at her flushed face and satisfied expression Esteban smiled genuinely for perhaps the first time today.
"Welcome to your new life with me,"
One and a half years later, the Devereaux mansion no longer felt cold or lonely. The once silent halls were now filled with laughter, arguments over breakfast, Elena's dramatic visits, Luca's endless teasing, and Yuna's bright presence everywhere. Even Ethan's parents looked happier now, especially his mother who treated Yuna like her own daughter.
And Ethan—
Ethan had changed the most.
He still looked dangerous to the outside world. He still carried the same cold eyes and calm voice that frightened people during business meetings. But at home, around Yuna, he became someone completely different.
Softer.
Warmer.
Alive.
That morning sunlight entered softly through the bedroom curtains while Yuna stood inside the bathroom silently staring at the small pregnancy test in her trembling hands.
Positive.
Her breath stopped.
For a second she thought maybe she was imagining it.
After everything they had gone through…
After the pain of losing their first baby…
Tears slowly filled her eyes.
A shaky laugh escaped her lips while she covered her mouth emotionally.
"Ethan…"
Her heart beat wildly.
She looked down at the test again and again as if afraid it would suddenly disappear.
But it stayed the same.
Positive.
Yuna quickly wiped her tears before walking out of the bathroom carefully.
Ethan sat on the bed wearing a black shirt while reading something on his tablet calmly. His hair was slightly messy from sleep, and he looked completely relaxed for once.
He glanced up immediately when he saw her face.
His expression changed instantly.
"What happened?"
Yuna couldn't speak properly at first.
She just stood there staring at him emotionally.
Ethan immediately put the tablet away and stood up. "Yuna?"
Then slowly—
With trembling hands—
She held the pregnancy test toward him.
Silence.
Ethan looked down at it.
Once.
Twice.
Then completely froze.
Yuna watched his expression carefully while tears gathered in her eyes again.
For the first time in years—
The terrifying Ethan Devereaux genuinely looked shocked.
"…Positive?" he whispered quietly.
Yuna nodded emotionally.
A laugh mixed with tears escaped her. "I checked three times…"
For two whole seconds Ethan still looked unable to process it.
Then suddenly—
He walked toward her quickly, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her into the air.
"ETHAN—!"
He laughed.
Actually laughed.
A real happy laugh Yuna had rarely heard from him before.
He spun her around the room while holding her carefully.
"We're having a baby?"
Yuna burst into tears laughing at the same time. "Yes!"
Ethan stopped spinning only to pull her tightly against his chest immediately afterward.
His arms wrapped around her protectively while he buried his face near her hair silently for a moment.
Yuna could feel his heartbeat racing wildly.
Then softly—
Almost emotionally—
He whispered,
"This time I'll protect both of you."
Yuna closed her eyes tightly while hugging him back.
And in that quiet room filled with sunlight, love, and tears—
Their story finally felt complete.
— THE END —