33. Elliot
ELLIOT
My head and my heart war as I stare down at Abigail.
My Abigail. My sweet and innocent Abigail.
She looks up at me with wide, pleading eyes.
She so desperately wants to give me what I need.I think she understands what that entails as well.But the real question is, can I allow it to happen?
Since Dad cornered her in her dorm room, everything has been slipping away.The tight control I like to keep has been falling through my fingers like grains of sand.
All I want is to take care of her, to give her the kind of life she deserves.
But I have nothing.
Literally nothing.
The stack of legal papers sitting on the dining table behind me are evidence of that.My father, my own blood, has written me out of everything I was previously entitled to.
The only thing I have left is my surname because legally he can’t take that.
My inheritance, my trust fund, my family… All gone.
Honestly, I don’t really give a shit about the money. Sure, it’s nice to have, but there are so many more important things in life.
I’ll happily earn my own if it means I get to have everything else I’ve always been missing.
True love and real family.
Still, losing the only kind of life I’ve ever known terrifies me.
I have nothing to offer Abigail. I’m not even sure if the clothes on my back belong to me right now.
I wouldn’t put it past my father to turn up here and demand I hand over everything that’s been purchased by Eaton money.
If it weren’t for Christian, I wouldn’t have a school to attend or a place to live right now.
I didn’t even know Oak had said anything to him, let alone got involved to help me out.
I suck in a breath and close my eyes, hating how I feel right now.
“Elliot, please,” Abigail whispers. “Let me?—”
Before I know what I’m doing, my hand slides against hers and my fingers grip tightly.
Her sharp gasp rips through the air but it’s nowhere near enough to stop me as I move, dragging her behind me, focusing my attention on the door that leads down to the basement.
Many, many times over the past few weeks I’ve imagined bringing her down here. But never did I think the situation would be like this.
The heavy door slams behind us, echoing as we descend the stairs before the sound of Abigail’s heavy breathing takes over.
My skin prickles as the air cools around us.
Just being down here, I relax.
From the moment we stepped over the threshold, I was in control. Nothing beyond this basement matters.
It’s just me and her.
As we emerge in the main room with a huge double bed in the middle, Abigail’s hand begins to tremble in mine.
“You can say no,” I tell her, giving her an out while I can.
If we get much farther inside, I’m not sure it’s going to be possible.
“I’m here, Elliot. For you.”
Her words gut me in the best possible way.
If she’s expecting me to tow her towards the bed, then she’s going to be disappointed.
Turning to the side, I march towards the closed door on the left.
There’s a good chance that the girls have told her what’s in here. And even if they haven’t, Abigail has probably heard enough rumours to fuel her imagination.
But while what lies beyond this door might excite me, I’ve never brought a girl in here.
I’ve always been too terrified too.
Too terrified that I’ll lose control.
And I can’t fucking do that.
Not with a random girl who has no idea who she’s dealing with.
I shouldn’t with Abigail either… but…
Fuck.
I need it.
She knows it too.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as I pull her to a stop beside me in front of the St Andrews Cross.
It’s made of dark walnut with thick black chains hanging from each point.
I can understand why she’s scared. Something tells me that she’s not going to back down though.
“Last chance,” I warn her. “You can walk out now or?—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, walking in front of me and holding her arms out. “Do your worst, Elliot.” She leans forward and stretches up on her tiptoes, her lips brushing my ear. “Make it hurt.”
All the air rushes from my lungs as I reach out, curling my fingers around the bottom of her t-shirt and dragging it up her body.
Grabbing her chin, my fingers dig into her jaw as I hold her less than an inch in front of me.“You’ve no idea what you’re asking for,” I growl, my stomach a riot of excitement as the control I love so much slips back into place.
She smiles, or at least, as much as she can as I hold her.
Unable to stop myself, I lean closer and slam my lips down on hers.As our tongues duel, I unhook her bra and palm her breasts roughly in my hands.She moans desperately as I pinch her nipples hard enough to hurt.
“Elliot,” she gasps the second I rip my lips from hers and drop to my knees, dragging her leggings and knickers from her body, leaving her beautifully bare for me.
The scar across her stomach calls to me and I lean forward, dragging my tongue up the length of it, revelling in the sweet taste of her skin.
My mouth waters for more, but then her fingers sink into my hair and I stop.
Sitting back on my haunches, I stare up at her, my heart thundering in my chest.“Go and stand in front of the cross, Red,” I demand, my voice rough with desire.
Her neck and chest flush red and she hesitantly takes a step back. She might be nervous, but there is nothing but fire in her eyes.
A small gasp fills the air when she hits the cool wood of the cross.
I haven’t moved, I’m still on my knees, worshipping her.“Spread your legs and put your arms up.”
It takes her a second to convince herself to follow my order, but she does and pride washes through me.
Finally, I push to my feet and stalk over.Her chest is heaving, her eyes wide with apprehension and need.
“Good girl,” I praise, loving the goosebumps that immediately erupt across her skin.
Reaching for her left arm, I wrap the soft handcuff around her wrist and secure it tightly.
She watches my every move, but I don’t once look at her again. Instead, I focus on the task at hand and work in silence.
It only takes me a minute or two to have her bound to the cross and completely at my mercy.
Stepping back, I take my time getting my fill of her.
She’s so incredibly beautiful.Her pale skin, her red hair, those rosy pink nipples.Her scars… Her strength.
She brings me to my knees.
Reaching behind me, I drag my shirt over my head, fold it, and place it on the dresser before pulling a drawer out.
Abigail’s body flinches at the sound but she doesn’t say a word as I study my options.
I don’t need Abigail to tell me that this is her first time experimenting with this kind of thing to know that it is, and with that in mind when I reach for a soft leather flogger.
I glance up in time to see Abigail swallow nervously.I want to promise her that I won’t hurt her, but I’m not sure I can do that. Also, I’m pretty sure she wants me to.
With my eyes locked on hers, I step up to her and drag the soft tails up her thigh.She shudders violently making the chains restraining her rattle.
“You’re so perfect,” I whisper before flicking the flogger against her thigh.
Her body locks up as she embraces the hit.
It’s light. Just a taste of what it’s capable of.
Her increased breathing becomes erratic as I drag it up her stomach and tease her breasts, her nipples puckering beautifully.
“More?” I breathe.
She nods, licking her lips hungrily.
I repeat my previous action with a little more force.
She squeaks as the tails hit her delicate skin and this time, I don’t ask if she wants more, instead, I strike her again before moving to the inside of her thigh. Her skin is scarred and perfect.
My mouth waters with the thought of tracing each of those lines and marks with my tongue.
Soon.
“Oh God,” she moans quietly when the leather catches her skin.
“So beautiful,” I muse.
“Please,” she begs, making me smirk.
“You’ll get more when I think you deserve it,” I say darkly. “I’m the one in control here, Red. You will do as you’re told.”
She nods before crying out when I strike her inner thigh again.
“And I want to hear you begging for me to fuck you.”
Turning my hand, I flick the flogger again, only this time, I let the tails lightly graze her pussy.
“Elliot,” she cries before I lift the flogger between us.
“Look at that,” I muse, my dick harder than I thought possible. “Look how wet you are already, Red.”
Her cheeks blaze so bright it spreads right down to her breasts.
“You won’t come until I say you can. You got that?” I ask.
She nods. But it’s not enough.
“Words, Red. I need your words.”
“Yes.”
“Safe word,” I demand.
“Don’t need one,” she whimpers. “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t. Safe word, Abigail.”
She thinks for a minute before blurting, “Squirrel.”
My lips twitch in amusement and my brow lifts in question.
“Elliot,” she begs. “I need— YES,” she screams as the tails land on the side of her breasts. “More. More.”
Music to my fucking ears.
I work her over with the flogger, driving her to the brink of release over and over until her skin is red and glowing. Her thighs are soaked with her juices and her skin is flushed with sweat.
She’s never looked more beautiful to me than in his moment.
Mine.
She is fucking mine.
“Oh my God,” she screams, her body locking up as she fights against her impending release.
She’s trying to follow orders, but she’s barely holding on now.
Her cheeks are stained with the best kind of tears as she squeezes them closed, desperately trying to hold off.
Unable to torture her anymore, I drop to my knees, wrap my hands around her glowing inner thighs and suck on her clit.“Come, Red. Come all over my face,” I demand.
It only takes one hungry lick of her pussy, and she quakes above me, screaming out my name as her body trembles violently.
The second she’s done, I’m on my feet and releasing the chains holding her hands against the cross before fully releasing her legs.With my hands on her hips, I twist her around, letting the chains cross and tug her back, forcing her to bend over.
“Oh God, please,” she begs as I rip at my trousers like a man possessed.
The second my dick is free, I fist it in my hand and run the head through her folds, coating myself in her arousal.
“Elliot,” she whimpers. “I need—” her demand is cut off with a scream and I push inside her, unable to hold back any longer.
My grip on her hips is borderline painful but she doesn’t complain. Instead, she takes every thrust of my hips as if she were made for me.
Her screams echo off the walls making me wish I could bottle them and listen to them every second of the fucking day.
Her body sucks mine deeper, squeezing me so fucking tight, it’s all I can do to hold off until she falls over again.
Reaching around her stomach, I find her clit, rubbing her just like I know she likes.
Just like me, she’s riding the fine edge of release and the second I pinch her, she detonates, taking me with her. Together, we free fall, our bodies and desire taking over.
With my arm banded around her waist, I hold her up as her legs give out.“I’ve got you, Red. I’ve always fucking got you.”