Drowned In Silence

32. Thunderstruck

Thunderstruck

Dynah

I hold my breath and keep my eyes closed, not wanting to hear his response or look at him.

“Dynah…” He whispers.

“I’m sorry, that was stupid,” I tell him before trying to turn back over. How fucking embarrassing. He just explained how he is trying not to break me, and I just asked him to do the opposite. What the fuck is wrong with me?

This last week has made me face and feel so many emotions that I’ve tried to block out my entire life. I’ve never had anyone take care of me, and now that Elliot is here and being sweet everyday… I can’t help but to feel something.

I know I’m fucking broken already, I mean I sell my fucking body and pretend like nothing is wrong. So tell me why I want to open my mind and my body for this man. He’s fucking killed people before, but then again I really like blood. I might be as fucking crazy as he is.

Thunder rolls in the distance and I flinch at the sound. I hate thunderstorms so much. It reminds me of the past. My father used to come in and beat me because the thunder covered the sounds of my cries.

Elliots hand slides over my hip, he pulls my body back into his. “Don’t be sorry. Never be sorry for something you need or want.”

Another crack of thunder hits my ears, but this time Elliot can feel me flinch and his hand tightens on my hip.

“Are you scared, Little Raven?”

“Yes,” I whisper. My voice is quiet as my mind screams at me to hide.

“Do you want me to take your fear away?” I nod into the dark room, hoping he can see me. “Lay on your back.”

I do as he tells me, rolling onto my back, still clutching the blanket to my chest. He props himself up on one arm, hovering over me. His other hand moves from my hips to the waistband of my pants.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, leaning down and whispering into my ear. His voice sounds different, heavier, darker.

“Yes,” I reply.

His hand dips into my pants, his fingers dancing on my skin, barely touching me. I rub my thighs together, starting to get wet.

“Spread your legs,” he demands, leaning in and biting my ear lobe, tugging slightly.

I open my legs for him, exposing my pussy and letting him take control. His fingers glide over my slit, teasing me and turning me on more.

I moan and lift my hips to urge him to touch me more.

“If you want something, Dynah, then you need to beg for me. ”

“I want you to touch me… Please,” I moan, his fingers still roaming gently.

Thunder crashes closer than before, but he doesn’t let me freak out because he finally touches my clit.

“The only thing you will fear from here on out is me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I tell him, thrusting my hips as he rubs my clit harder. Lightning flashes through the white sheer curtain, lighting up the room and letting me have a glimpse of his face. His eyes are on me, watching my expressions.

“One mississippi, two mississippi,” he counts. When the thunder crashes he slides a finger into me and I moan louder. “Good Little Raven, taking my finger so easily. Ignore the storm, focus on the sounds you make for me. Listen to how wet your pussy is, dripping from your sweet cunt.”

My eyes roll back in my head as the storm finally reaches us fully. Every time the thunder crashes, he adds another finger.

“That’s four, Darling. Next time the thunder rolls, I want you to come for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Elliot. Please make me come,” I beg.

When the lightning flashes in warning, my breathing stops. He bends over and bites my nipple, tugging it with his teeth, and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I shatter when the thunder hits. Elliot pushes down with his thumb, making the pressure almost too much, his fingers sliding in and out of me.

“Fuck!” I scream. I can hear him groan as he lets go of my nipple and slowly removes his fingers.

“Look at the mess you made, Dynah,” he says, pulling his hand out from the blankets and spreading his fingers. My arousal is evident, dripping down his hand. I can’t even say anything before he sticks one finger in his mouth, leaving the other three still wet. The groan he makes as he tastes me, almost makes me come again. When he pulls his finger out, he smiles devilishly. “Open your mouth.”

I do as he demands, and he sticks the remaining three fingers in my mouth.

“Good girl. Do you taste how wet you are for me?” He pulls his fingers out after I suck everything off them, swirling my tongue around and licking every last drop. When he is done, he wraps his tattooed hand around my throat, not cutting off air flow, but letting it rest there. “You’re perfect.”

He leans down and presses his lips against mine. I’m shocked, but I try not to show it. I haven’t kissed anyone in a very, very long time. His tongue prods my lips open and I allow it, tasting myself on his lips. He groans and finally pulls away, adjusting himself and laying on his side.

I’m once again breathless from this man. It makes me feel like I’m drowning– drowning in emotion, confusion, and helplessness.

I fear that I am going to fall off my high horse and allow him to call me his.

“What about you?” I ask. I know men get blue balls and I feel like I need to reciprocate.

“I told you, Little Raven. This isn’t about me. I’m okay.” He pulls my body to him, rolling over and forcing my head to his chest, hearing his heartbeat race beneath me. “I just need this. Now, go to sleep. I got you.”

I don’t have any fight left in my body. My hand slides onto his chest, covering his heart as my eyes fall closed.

“Goodnight, Elliot.”

“Goodnight, my Little Raven. Goodnight.”