Chapter 19 Pleasing Sawyer
Her heart raced at the command. She fought through the haze of pain and pleasure, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Please, Sawyer. I want to cum.”
Sawyer’s lips twisted into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Without a word, he lowered his head and bit down on the side of her neck, the sharp pressure causing her to gasp. “No,” he growled, his voice rough. “You can’t until I want you to.”
Ellie’s body was a wreck, every inch of her burning with a desperate longing she didn’t know how to control. The relentless sting on her reddened skin from his repeated strikes made her ache in places she hadn’t known existed. His fingers inside her were no less merciless, thrusting and teasing her in ways that had her teetering on the edge of madness. She could barely focus on anything except the desire that had built to a breaking point.
“Please, Sawyer…” she begged again, voice thick with desperation.
Sawyer’s eyes darkened. “Now you know whom to ask for help?” he muttered. “I’m not torturing you, am I? Now you’ve learnt how nicely I’ve always treated you?”
He shoved her roughly onto the couch, his grip unrelenting as he tore her dress from her body. The fabric, now ripped, was quickly used to bind her limbs to the iron bars beside the couch. Once mere decorations, the bars now became her restraints, holding Ellie captive in a way that stirred something dark and possessive deep within him.
His gaze burned into her as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them slide down his legs along with his briefs.
Her body was completely exposed to his gaze, her hips angled just right so that every curve was visible. Sawyer’s gaze lingered on her, dark and intense, before he reached for the glass on the desk, filled with ice cubes, and the bottle of water beside it. With a slow, satisfied smile, he pulled the glass closer, clearly pleased with what he had planned for her.
Then, unable to contain his hunger anymore, he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and before Ellie could react, he took her in his mouth, licking her gently at first, then with increasing flicks. His tongue delved deep, seeking out every part of her, as if devouring her whole.
"Aahhhhh...." Ellie gasped.
Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. But as she moaned, Sawyer’s teeth sank into her, a sharp bite that sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her. She cried out, her voice a mix of agony and want, but Sawyer didn’t stop.
He lifted his head, licking his lips. Ellie barely had time to understand what was happening before he was dipping his hand into the glass on the table. She couldn’t see what it was at first, her mind fogged with pleasure, but the moment his fingers pressed something cold inside her, her body froze in shock.
“Oh god!” Ellie cried out, the cold seeping through her like ice. Her hips arched from the overwhelming sensation, but Sawyer’s grip on her hips kept her immobile. His body pressed against her as he slid the ice cubes deeper inside her, sending waves of burning heat and freezing cold through her all at once.
“Fuck… !” Ellie sobbed, her skin hypersensitive, her entire body trembling with the strange, painful pleasure. Her chest heaved, desperate for release, but Sawyer continued to push, watching her reactions with a strange mixture of fascination and dominance.
The cube soon slipped out, his gaze still fixed on her.
Ellie’s body was on fire, Sawyer’s hands never stopped tormenting her. He rubbed that ice cube on her clit, and then around, the chill making her whimper and cry out. She could feel the pressure building, a storm inside her that threatened to burst, but Sawyer wasn’t going to give her the release she craved just yet.
With a frustrated sigh, he repositioned himself, sitting up on the couch and pulling her hips into his lap as her upper body lay bare to his sight, still restrained. His hand gripped her waist, holding her still as he began to explore her again with his fingers, rubbing her, flicking the swollen nub repeatedly, fingering her.
“Sawyer… please…” Ellie whimpered, her voice a broken plea.
Sawyer’s eyes softened, but only for a moment. “I am not satisfied, Ellie. You aren’t wet enough for me yet.”
His fingers continued their slow torment, and then, with no warning, he started to rub her clit faster with his fingers. Ellie’s body jerked, a sharp gasp leaving her mouth. “Sawyer, make me cum. Please, please… please, oh god!” she moaned, unable to control herself.
But Sawyer was using her to satisfy himself. The way she begged, whimpered, moaned, only hardened him further. His throbbing length pulsed against his leg, the veins burning with the hot blood pooling in the thick girth.
His mouth was on her again, his lips wrapping around her sensitive skin as he sucked and licked, pushing her closer to the edge with each stroke.
"Ahhhh!" Ellie whimpered, her hands straining against the restraints as her body reacted to him in ways she couldn’t control.
Sawyer’s mouth took Ellie’s clit in, stroking the tip over and over again with his tongue until he saw her release. His eyes darkened with satisfaction.
Straightening, he wiped his mouth, his expression filled with dominance and pleasure. He untied her hands, freeing them before pulling her small body into his lap. Her hips rested on his thighs, her legs straddling him on either side. He held her close, skin to skin.
With a firm hand on the back of her head, he guided her to rest against his chest. Ellie’s breath was uneven, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. His fingers found her wrists, rubbing soft, soothing circles over the reddened areas where his hold had been firm, easing the faint burn and ache.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice husky.
Still dazed, Ellie instinctively wrapped her arms around hm. But before she could fully regain herself, he lowered his elbows, trapping her hands beneath his strong arms.
A few moments passed in silence, his steady heartbeat against her cheek lulling her. Just as she thought he was letting her rest, he gently spread his thighs apart, taking her legs along with him—parting her lower body wider.
Ellie stirred, instinctively trying to shift away, thinking he was done. But before she could escape, Sawyer’s grip tightened around her small frame, his voice a low growl in her ear.
"Stay still."
A tremor ran through her. His mouth lowered to her neck, and the warmth of his tongue traced over her sensitive skin. A sharp gasp left her lips as he began sucking hungrily, leaving deep, red marks of possession along her delicate throat.
Her breath hitched in panic when she felt the unmistakable heat of his hardness pressing against her wet, sensitive center. A shudder coursed through her as she realized the intimate position they were in.
Sawyer shifted beneath her, his thick length nudging against her entrance, teasing her. The sensation was so sudden and overwhelming that Ellie froze in shock. Her tightness resisted him, stopping his advance, but the pressure sent a wave of heat through her body.
Heart hammering, she mustered all her strength and pushed herself off of him, falling onto the couch. Both of them gasped for breath, the intensity between them electrifying.
Ellie’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body burning with lingering desire.
Sawyer’s jaw clenched. His eyes darkened with frustration, his body coiled tight with pent-up need.
Before she could respond, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her onto his lap once more, positioning her so that she was lying across him—her ass arched up, exposed to his heated gaze.
His large hands gripped her, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass possessively. The kneading turned into light slaps, teasing, before escalating into firm, sharp smacks that sent a sting through her skin.
Ellie gasped, her fingers digging into the cushions.
"Sawyer—"
Her cry turned into a whimper as another sharp smack landed.
He was relentless, restless. With each punishing slap, he murmured husky words against her ear—calling her a tease, a temptress, a wicked little thing who knew exactly how to drive him insane.
By the time he stopped, her pale skin had turned completely red, radiating heat.
Sawyer’s fingers trailed down, slipping between her folds. He groaned at what he found.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "Dripping for me, even after all that. Do you even realize how much you crave me?”
Ellie bit her lip, refusing to answer. But her body betrayed her, pressing into his touch despite herself.
Sawyer exhaled heavily, his patience snapping. In one swift motion, he lifted her like she weighed nothing, throwing her over his shoulder as he strode toward the bed.
Ellie gasped, her fists pounding weakly against his back. "Sawyer, put me down!"
He didn’t listen.
The moment they reached the bed, he tossed her onto the mattress. Ellie barely had time to adjust before he was on her, his heated gaze locking onto hers.
"Keep still," he ordered darkly, his hands gripping her thighs.
A shiver ran down her spine as he positioned himself at her entrance. The thick head of his length pressed against her, teasing, before pushing forward just enough to stretch her.
Ellie’s eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
His jaw clenched as he gritted out, "You’re still so fucking tight." His voice was raw with restraint, his fingers digging into her thighs. "I’ve had my fingers inside you, my mouth, and yet…" he groaned. "You’re still this snug."
A desperate whimper left her lips as he pushed deeper, his thick length stretching her inch by inch.
"Ahhh—!" Ellie cried out, her hands fisting the sheets.
Sawyer held her still, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m not even fully in you yet, and you’re already screaming?" He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Or does it feel that good? Do you still think that fucking bastard is much better than me?"
Before she could answer, he thrust forward, filling her completely.
Ellie’s back arched, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
Sawyer growled in satisfaction, his control slipping. He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips moving, pushing deeper into her tight, wet heat.
Ellie whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity, her body barely able to keep up. She tried to push against his chest, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he murmured, his voice dangerously soft.
Her lips parted, but before she could speak, pleasure crashed over her in waves.
His grip on her tightened as he thrust deeper, harder, his pace unforgiving. The slick sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, a wave of pleasure and need.
Ellie’s body trembled violently, the intensity pushing her to the edge.
A sudden warmth spread deep inside her, and her eyes widened in shock.
"Sawyer!" she gasped, twisting her hips. "You—"
He silenced her with a deep kiss, his body stilling for a brief moment before he rolled his hips again, driving himself deeper.
"You’re not getting away from me," he murmured against her lips. "Not now. Not ever."
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he took her with unrelenting passion, branding himself into her very soul.
“AH!” Ellie gasped, this time a sharp sting accompanying her moan.
He froze instantly. His hands wrapped around her waist, his face pressing close to her shoulder. His breath was warm against her skin as he whispered, “Sorry.”
That single word sent a pang through Ellie’s heart. She could barely breathe. His voice—so soft, so unexpectedly gentle—left her shaken.
Sawyer pulled out of her carefully, his arousal still hard and throbbing.
He then pressed his weight over her, his lips finding hers in a slow, consuming kiss. His teeth grazed her lower lip before he nibbled at it, deepening the moment. His hands wandered lower, slipping between her thighs, his fingers stroking her sensitively.
Ellie relaxed into his touch. Her body softened beneath him as she took the initiative, tilting her head and slipping out her tongue, tangling it with his. This time, she wanted control. She wanted to make him lose himself in her.
Sawyer’s breath grew ragged, his restraint slipping. But then, without warning, he pulled away and sat up.
Ellie blinked, confusion flashing in her eyes as she looked at him.
His expression darkened, his eyes locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity. Before she could make sense of it, he gripped her thighs, pulling them apart roughly before pushing himself deep inside her.
“Ah!” Ellie whimpered loudly, her back arching as he filled her completely.
He spread her legs wider, holding them in place as he drove into her, his thrusts deep and fast. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, pleasure so intense it left her trembling.
“Ah…!” Her moans spilled freely as her body clenched around him, her release crashing over her again and again.
Sawyer’s pace increased as he chased his own pleasure. When her body finally collapsed beneath him, her limbs weak and trembling, he let out a low chuckle, his breath hot against her ear.
“Now you feel good?” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Isn’t it better to play with me in bed? You’re soaking wet, Ellie. Look at this mess you’ve made. So how the fuck is he better than me?”
Ellie’s body ached with pleasure, her limbs weak as she collapsed onto the bed, panting softly. She tried to catch her breath, her skin flushed, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
But Sawyer wasn’t done with her yet.
“I’ll make you feel even better,” he promised, his voice rough with desire. He flipped her onto her stomach with effortless ease, his strong hands gripping her waist as he positioned her on her knees. “I need to make sure that the only man you remember in your bed is me!”
His fingers teased her, tracing slow, torturous circles against her most sensitive spot. “Sawyer…” she breathed, her voice pleading.
He groaned, loving the way she said his name. “Tell me what you want, Ellie.”
Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t hold back. “You. I want you.”
That was all it took. He thrust into her again, deeper this time, his movements slow at first—teasing, savoring—before gradually quickening. Ellie buried her face in the pillow, muffling the desperate moans spilling from her lips.
Sawyer’s patience unraveled. His strokes became more urgent, more intense, each one hitting that spot inside her that sent pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.
“Fuck… please—ahhh… oh God—” Ellie gasped, her body clenching around him as she reached her peak again, her climax wracking through her in waves so powerful they left her shaking.
Sawyer groaned deeply, his own release following as he held her tight, his body pressed firmly against hers. Their breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, as they collapsed onto the bed, tangled in each other’s warmth.
For a long moment, silence stretched between them, save for the sound of their slowing breaths. Then, Sawyer pressed a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder, his touch unexpectedly tender.
And then, as the night stretched on, he took his revenge, tormenting her until the first rays of sunlight spilled through the windows.
***
Sawyer’s eyes opened late the next morning. After staying awake most of the night, exhaustion still clung to him. Half-asleep, he reached for Ellie, patting the sheets beside him. But his hand found nothing—just cold emptiness.
His eyes snapped open. The bed was empty.
Pushing himself up, still groggy with sleep, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand. It was just ten in the morning. He threw on a pair of trousers and stalked out of the bedroom, his jaw tight with frustration. But no matter how many rooms he checked, Ellie was nowhere to be found.
His patience started to wear thin. "Ada? Ada!" he called out, his voice sharp.
The housekeeper hurried over. "Mr. Stark?"
"Where is Ellie?" His tone was clipped, his irritation evident.
"Ms. Ellie?" Ada hesitated. "She left a while ago. She looked very angry… Kept saying she was going to Miss Olivia’s house."
Sawyer’s face darkened instantly. "That stupid, stupid woman wants to get herself killed?" he barked, his patience snapping.
Without another word, he stormed back into the room, throwing on a t- shirt, and snatching his phone and car keys.
Fake Olivia had already probably killed the real Olivia. She had also attacked Ellie before. The woman had no shame, no fear when it came to getting rid of people in her way. And Ellie—reckless, infuriating Ellie—was walking straight into her hands.
Tension coiled tightly in his chest as he bolted out of the house, slamming the car door shut. He gunned the engine, tires screeching against the pavement as he sped toward Olivia’s house.