5. A Midsummer Night’s Dream (Part 3)

As he quietly observed her, Ethan suddenly spoke.  

“If you were to go there, Cecilia… you’d be hailed as the goddess of beauty. No one would be able to take their eyes off you.”  

His lips curved into a long smile.  

“Just as I can’t.”  

“Oh, really…!”  

“No matter where you go in the world, Cecilia, you’ll always be a beauty.”  

Ethan’s unabashedly affectionate words made Cecilia’s face turn bright red. He looked as though he genuinely, wholeheartedly believed she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Cecilia knew it was an absurd delusion but didn’t bother to correct him.  

The stiffness in her expression melted away. She let out a small chuckle, as if giving in.  

Ethan fiddled with the hem of Cecilia’s skirt as he continued.  

“I learned many interesting things there. How to start a fire with wood, catch fish with my bare hands, and tie knots that never come undone.”  

“Do you really need to know such things?”  

Cecilia tilted her head in curiosity. Ethan noticed her fidgeting fingers and asked,  

“Are you curious?”  

Cecilia nodded enthusiastically. Ethan chuckled softly.  

“I can’t show you everything right now…”  

Ethan sat up and looked around the room. His gaze landed on the nightgown draped over a chair.  

“But I can teach you how to tie a sturdy knot.”  

“Alright.”  

Cecilia’s voice was filled with excitement. Ethan got off the bed, retrieved the nightgown’s waist tie, and knelt before her. With a polite tone, he said,  

“Would you please extend your wrists?”  

Cecilia pressed her slender wrists together and held them out.  

“Like this?”  

“Yes, just like that.”  

Swish.

Soft silk lightly wrapped around her wrist. He adjusted it so that it was neither too tight to hurt nor loose enough to fall off, tying a gentle knot.

“Watch carefully.”

Cecilia focused all her attention on Ethan’s fingertips, determined not to miss a single detail.

“Wrap it once more in this direction.”

“Hmm.”

“And the end of the ribbon comes out this way. Do you understand up to this point?”

“I think I get it.”

Ethan moved his hands slowly so that she could follow along.

“Finally, if you pull it out like this…”

As Ethan grabbed the end of the ribbon and pulled it tightly, Cecilia’s wrist was firmly bound. She twisted and turned her wrist, but the more she struggled, the tighter the knot became.

“Wow, it’s really sturdy. Even if I move, it won’t come loose…”

“…”

“Huh, why isn’t it working?”

Cecilia wriggled and shrugged her shoulders. After struggling for a while, she realized how unusually quiet it was around her. Raising her head with a puzzled expression, she found Ethan looking at her with a peculiar expression.

“…Something feels a bit off.”

Cecilia asked, her face filled with confusion.

“What does?”

Ethan ran his rough palm over his face.

“Watching this… it keeps giving me bad thoughts.”

“Bad thoughts…?”

Cecilia blinked innocently. Ethan let out a low sigh and gently bumped his forehead against hers.

“Like taking your lips right now.”

He stopped, their lips so close they almost touched. Warm breaths spread over her lips as he whispered.

“And teasing you until your entire body turns as red as the sky.”

Cecilia, startled, blinked rapidly and leaned back slightly. Her face flushed a deep red.

“W-What are you saying…”

Ethan’s gaze dropped. His eyes landed on Cecilia’s wrist, bound tightly with silk ribbons. Her delicate wrists, tied together, seemed even smaller compared to his. The sight stirred something primal within him.

“I didn’t consider how dangerous this knot could be.”

“…”

“My body keeps heating up.”

Ethan cupped Cecilia’s chin and lightly sucked on her lips. Though it was a soft kiss, just grazing her lips, Cecilia felt her head spin. As his scent filled her lungs, her body, already accustomed to him, began to heat up rapidly.

When their lips parted, a breath she had been holding escaped. A thin silver thread stretched between their lips before snapping.

“Haah.”

“My blood keeps rushing…”

As Ethan leaned closer, Cecilia’s back was gently pressed against the bed. Ethan quickly supported the back of her neck to prevent her head from hitting the mattress. Lowering his head, he nibbled on her right earlobe.

“Ah!”

“It’s getting hard down there.”

As always, the sight of his face from below, as she lay pinned beneath him, was dangerously captivating.

When Cecilia timidly bent her knees, her skirt slid down to her mid-thigh. The sight of her pale thighs made Ethan’s breathing visibly rougher. He pressed his now-prominent *rousal against her leg through his clothes and spoke.

“Please allow me, Cecilia.”

“Mm…”

“Relax.”

Come on.

Following his urging, he lightly tapped her thigh, sending a tingling sensation to her sensitive area. When Cecilia bit her lip and spread her knees a little wider, his hand immediately slid between her legs. His firm touch kneaded her entire lower region, making her moan uncontrollably.

It had been a while since the thin fabric had become damp. Ethan’s fingers moved smoothly along the parted folds. He pressed down on her still-soft cl*toris and circled it.

“Ahng!”

Cecilia twisted her waist. She wanted to either push him away or grip the sheets tightly, but her bound hands severely limited her movements. Instead, her fingers twitched as she surrendered to the pleasurable sensations he gave her.

“Your underwear is so wet that your p*bic hair is visible. Did you like being tied up?”

“Ah, don’t say things like that…”

Ethan hooked his fingers on both sides of her underwear and swiftly pulled it off. As the rolled-up fabric slid off her feet, Cecilia felt so embarrassed she thought she might faint. But with no hands to cover her now-flushed face, she could only expose her shame.

He tossed the damp underwear to the floor and smoothly inserted his index finger into her entrance. Her inner walls, already warm and swollen, clung to his finger, squeezing it tightly. With a chuckle, Ethan added another finger, thrusting them both inside.

“You’re getting wet much faster than usual. If I’d known you’d like this so much, I would’ve tied you up sooner.”

“No, that’s not true.”

“Liar. Listen to this.”

Squish, squish.

Each movement of his fingers created lewd sounds. He deliberately flicked his fingertips against the spots where her fluids had pooled, reminding her of how aroused she was. When he spread his two fingers apart, honey-like nectar dripped down his hand.

“Ahh…”

When the threshold of pleasure and shame was crossed, tears welled up in Cecilia’s eyes. The restriction of her tightly bound wrists was far greater than she had anticipated. She couldn’t cover herself, grab onto anything, or escape from him.

Ethan unfastened his buckle and lowered his pants slightly, revealing his long member. The tip was already glistening with pr*cum. Without hesitation, he positioned himself between Cecilia’s legs. Though he had carefully prepared the way, the narrow path still stretched to accommodate his shape.

“Haah.”

As he slowly pushed in to the base, beads of sweat formed on Ethan’s forehead. Watching Cecilia pant helplessly with her hands bound, he began to move his hips fluidly. Each time the blunt tip of his length grazed the folds of her inner walls and buried itself deeply, her hips arched high off the bed.

Ethan found greater satisfaction in Cecilia’s reactions than from the physical sensations of their union. The higher her moans climbed, the faster his heartbeat raced. He was overjoyed that she desired him. Her sensitive responses to his every movement were unbearably endearing.

Ethan was acutely aware that Cecilia always kept the end of their relationship in mind. Though they embraced each other intimately several times a day, he knew their passion would vanish like a mirage once summer ended. The thought pricked at his chest every time he realized it. His feelings for Cecilia were genuine, which made it all the more painful.

‘At least in this moment, I wish she would be completely immersed in me.’

Ethan gritted his teeth, as if to chase away the intrusive thoughts invading his mind.

“Ethan, ah! Please… Ethan!”

Cecilia’s voice constantly called out his name. Each time, Ethan’s thrusts grew stronger and faster. Drops of sweat from his forehead fell onto Cecilia’s thin dress, leaving small damp spots. Watching this, Ethan spoke.

“I believe I made a mistake.”

“Haah! W-What mistake…?”

“If I had known this would happen, I would have undressed you before tying you up.”

Ethan clicked his tongue in regret as he looked at her chest bouncing under the thin fabric.

Cecilia gasped in shock, her mouth open wide. But as her body began to heat up, her reason betrayed her. Her lower region, which was tightly gripping Ethan’s length, clenched even harder.

“Ugh!”

Ethan grabbed Cecilia’s bound wrists and lifted them above her head. Holding her hands in place, he slowly rolled up her dress.

“I assume you wouldn’t want it torn.”

His fingers lightly tugged at the damp p*bic hair matted with milky *rousal. Feigning unhurried ease, he teased her flat lower belly with his touch. As he pressed below her navel, he tilted his head.

“Did it reach about here?”

“Ahhh!”

“I’d ask you to confirm, but your hands are tied.”

Ethan’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he looked down at Cecilia. His affectionate yet teasing expression turned her neck red. Ever since confirming that she didn’t mind slightly rougher intimacy, he had occasionally pushed her limits.