Now
I had never slept so well in my life. As soon as my eyes opened, my lips quickly twitched into a smile. Being in Elliott’s arms gave me a sense of comfort, of feeling safe and wanted. I was able to stare freely at him while he slept, feeling like a creep but unable to help myself. His strong jawline, his full lips, his amazing body that sent a tingle straight to my pussy when I scanned my eyes over him. He had to have something wrong with him. Michael was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen before Elliott, and look how he turned out. Someone like him could ruin me all over again. And would I stop him? My therapist in New York told me that it was okay to trust someone again, that not every man would be like Michael. But I was too scared to even try it before now. I wanted to lay out all the cards for Elliott and let him know what he’d be getting into. Better for him to leave now than when I was truly 100% in love with him.
“Good morning, Jacqueline.” His hoarse morning voice took me out of my spiraling thoughts.
I looked up at him and realized I had been staring at his cock that was covered by only a thin sheet. Real fucking smooth, Jackie .
“Good morning.” I smiled up at him.
“Did you sleep well?” He was running his fingertips up and down my bare arm; it felt so foreign to have someone touch me, especially there.
I nodded. “I did.” I nuzzled my face back into his chest, never wanting to leave.
He ran his hand through my hair as if we had done this a million times before. My heart was already breaking because I knew this was too good to be true.
“Elliott, I have more to tell you.” I looked up at him and saw his expectant eyes waiting for more of my sob story. “I mean, I don’t have to tell you.” I was starting to change my mind—I didn’t want to lose him. I didn’t want to burden him with my problems. He was too sweet and too good for my problems.
He nodded down at me. “I want to know.”
I sighed heavily and sat up, covering myself with the sheets. “Maybe we should, like…have coffee first or something.” I was stalling.
“Sure, if you’d like. How do you like it?” He was already standing up, waiting on my beck and call. I wasn’t sure if I deserved it.
I laughed uneasily. “I’ll help you.” I started to stand up but realized I didn’t have anything to wear; I wasn’t ready to stand bare naked with him, revealing all of my scars in the morning light.
“Oh, let me get you something to put on.” Elliott started for his dresser, already reading my mind, and I shamelessly checked him out in only his boxer briefs.
I watched him pull out a plain white T-shirt and bring it over to me. He smiled as he handed it to me. “Anything else? I’m afraid my joggers wouldn’t fit you,” he teased.
I took the T-shirt from him and shook my head. “We could make it fit. We somehow did last night.”
His eyebrows immediately lifted as he took in what I said. “Jacqueline,” he teasingly scolded. “Do you always talk this dirty before breakfast?”
I shrugged and smiled as I pulled his shirt over my head. “You just bring it out of me.”
He narrowed his eyes as he reached his hand out for me. “Come on, dirty girl. Let’s get coffee before I pick you up and bounce you on my cock again.”
My jaw dropped. Holy shit . I saw his cock hardening underneath the fabric of his boxer briefs.
I took his hand. “Well, keep talking to me that way and I’m gonna start begging for it.”
He raised an eyebrow as he clasped his hand onto mine and guided me towards the kitchen. The natural light coming from the windows in the living room shone brightly and I realized his floor to ceiling front windows had no curtains or coverings. My mind quickly returned to the night before—had anyone seen us fucking in the living room? The idea turned me on more than I thought it would.
We walked into the kitchen, more natural light pouring in, and he began making coffee. I looked out the windows, noticing the trees surrounding the neighborhood made it feel like we were in a tropical escape rather than the heart of Los Angeles.
“I have sugar and creamer. There’s some soy milk in here too,” he explained, rummaging through his fridge.
“Just a little creamer is fine,” I replied, still taking in his house.
I grabbed a chair from the small dining table and spotted a small deck on the side of the house.
“Your house is beautiful,” I said, admiring the space as Elliott poured creamer into my mug.
“Thank you.” He smiled and looked over at me. “I want to show you the backyard. There’s a little deck out there. Let me get some clothes on, and we can head out.”
He handed me my coffee and disappeared into his room. I continued exploring, peeking into the two other rooms from the hallway. One looked like an office, and the other was a guest room.
As I was glancing into the bathroom, Elliott emerged from his room in gray joggers ( is he doing this on purpose? ) and a black T-shirt, holding a blanket and his coffee.
“It’s a bit chilly outside,” he said, holding up the blanket and reaching for my hand.
I took his hand, and he led me out the back door. We descended wooden stairs to a paved walkway. His backyard was even greener than the front; trees lined each side, and a small hill sloped down to vibrant succulents and a lemon tree. At the end of the walkway stood a wooden deck with a pergola overhead and a small wooden table surrounded by comfortable chairs. As we approached, I noticed an outdoor loveseat with two small matching chairs beside it.
“This is one of my favorite places to be. It’s so peaceful out here when everything else in the city feels so chaotic,” he said, settling onto the loveseat and pulling me down with him.
He draped the blanket over us as I sat cross-legged, one knee resting lightly on his leg. A tingle ran through my belly when his hand brushed over the inside of my thigh.
“It’s…it’s beautiful out here,” I murmured, almost too distracted by Elliott’s touch.
We fell into silence for a moment, and I closed my eyes, listening to the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the trees above. At that moment, I felt peaceful, like I was exactly where I was meant to be. But then, Michael’s face crashed into my thoughts like a wrecking ball.
“You said you had family in New York?” I asked, trying to push away the intrusive thoughts and focusing on my first encounter with Elliott.
He took a sip of coffee before he spoke. “Actually, in Connecticut. My mom lives in New Haven. I grew up there. We moved from England when I was about ten or so,” he explained.
Of fucking course. I was getting involved with another rich boy?
“And no, I didn’t attend Yale. I wasn’t smart enough.” He laughed. “But my father was a professor there. My mom was a therapist before she retired. We made out okay, but we definitely didn’t live in the nicest neighborhood,” he went on.
Okay, this is better .
“Do you have siblings?” I asked curiously.
“Two sisters—twins. They’re twelve years younger than me. Katherine and Kennedy.” He smiled as he looked down at me; I could tell he thought fondly of them. “What about you? No, an only child, you said?”
He remembered. “Probably better that way,” I joked.
Elliott was quiet as he squeezed my thigh.
“It’s somehow easier to talk about Michael than my parents. I don’t remember them much,” I explained.
He looked down at me and his gaze sharpened.
“It’s weird to say his name; I called him Daddy. He was only ten years older than me but…he liked me calling him that.” I couldn’t believe how easy it was for me to talk about. “He would call me his sweet girl. Sweet Jackie. His little girl. I ate it up, of course.”
Elliott tensed. “Did you like calling him that?” he asked curiously.
I eyed him; I wondered what his dominant name of choice was.
“Yes,” I admitted.
I waited for him to offer information.
“I was wondering if it would be too weird for you to call me that, with the age difference and all. I know that’s probably not a good idea,” he observed.
I shook my head. “I would call you anything you wanted me to,” I breathed, the heat rising between my thighs.
Elliott’s expression suggested his mind was racing as he glanced down at me.
He hesitated before asking, “What more did you have to tell me?”
I turned my gaze across the yard, watching the trees rustling gently in the light wind.
“After Michael did all of that to me, I still begged him to stay. I tried to kill myself once I realized he was tiring of me,” I explained, my tone somehow emotionless. “I followed him on more than one occasion after he dumped me. I was…stalker level.” I looked up at Elliott, ashamed. “I was very fucking naive and very fucked up in the head.”
He placed his coffee on the table in front of us, then gently cupped my face and shook his head. “You were holding onto someone you thought you loved. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Jacqueline. You put him behind bars through your own strength.”
I looked down, tears streaming down my face. “But I didn’t. That wasn’t me who put him behind bars. He kidnapped and tortured the woman he found after me. They wouldn’t even listen to my story. Not that I could tell it anyway.”
Elliott held me as I sobbed into his chest, the weight of shame and guilt overwhelming me once more. After a moment, he sighed heavily. “How long did he get?”
I looked up at him through tear-soaked eyes and shook my head. “Honestly, I don’t know. Why?”
His eyes sharpened with a flicker of something I couldn’t quite decipher. “I don’t know. I’m sorry,” he said gently, his expression softening.
“I want to forget about him.” I dried my eyes with the back of my hand and flung my leg over him as I straddled him, grinding my hips. The desire I felt for him overpowered any thoughts I had about Michael.
Elliott grabbed my hips and helped me grind against him; I felt his cock hardening underneath my pussy, the fabric of his boxer briefs and thin joggers the only thing separating us. I pressed my lips against his and a moan escaped his throat, making me squirm as I continued to grind on him.
He pulled his lips from mine. “Get up, Jacqueline. Let me fuck you like the good girl that you are.”
My heart pounded wildly, his praise piercing straight to my core. I immediately stood up, ready and waiting for his next command. He stood up and dropped his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. He gently put his hand to the side of my neck and pressed his lips to the other side.
“Tell me if you want me to stop, baby. What would you like your safe word to be?”
“Red,” I breathed.
I knew my safe word would be honored with Elliott.
“And your hard limits?” His eager eyes scanned my face, as if assessing whether I was comfortable with this or not.
Did I even have hard limits anymore?
“I…I don’t know. I’ll let you know with my safe word.” My voice was shaky. “I want this. I really want it,” I assured him with a nod.
He smiled. “On your knees.” His voice was deep and sultry and I immediately dropped down in front of him.
“Does my good girl want me to fuck her mouth?”
A thrill ran through me. This was a side of Elliott that I was enjoying very, very much.
“Yes, please,” I breathed as I stared up at him.
“And what’s my good girl going to call me?” he asked as he put his thumb to my lips, parting them.
I smiled. “Daddy.”
I needed the word to be positive again, because calling Elliott Daddy made my pussy drenched.
He suddenly pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, his eyes wild with lust as he tried to thrust in and out of my mouth. I widened further, getting him down only a little bit, his size too much for my mouth. I moaned as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his glorious body. He threw it on the ground and pulled his cock out of my mouth, then softly slapped each cheek with it, the weight of it making my mouth water.
He smiled as I turned and licked his shaft up and down, keeping my hands on my thighs to steady myself.
“You’re so eager for Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”
He sounded pleased and I nodded as I looked up at him.
“Yes, Daddy. I want your cock so badly,” I purred.
He licked his lower lip and then held his hands out for me to take. He lifted me up and pressed his lips against mine as he cupped my pussy with his strong hand and easily slid his middle finger inside of me. I gasped as I held my hands on his arms, trying to lift my hips up to him for more.
“You have no idea what you do to me, baby,” he murmured, gently pulling my hair to force my head back and meet his eyes with mine. “I want to pound you until you scream Daddy’s name for the whole neighborhood to hear.”
My jaw dropped before I bit down hard on my lip. “Please, Daddy. I’ve been such a good girl. I need your pounding.”
He grunted as he took my thighs, lifted me up, and carried me to the table behind the loveseat. He sat me down, pushed me onto my back, then lifted my shirt over my head and crafted restraints that held my wrists together. I was suddenly very aware of my completely naked body being exposed.
“Still good, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me, taking my breasts with his hands.
Oddly enough, I was. I didn’t think I’d ever let anyone do this to me again, but Elliott was so astonishingly different from Michael. I had no ounce of fear in my body as I nodded and smiled up at him.
“Good. Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered, then got to his knees and spread open my thighs before he put them over his shoulders.
I squirmed as his hands gently traced up my outer thighs, his lips pecking up my inner thigh towards my pussy. His hot breath lingered over my pubic bone; I looked down at him and he smiled up at me before pressing his mouth on my waxed, bare lips. My nipples hardened and my chest heaved as I stared down at him, his eyes locked onto mine.
“How quickly do you think Daddy can make you come?” He trailed his lips over vulva, so gently that I could barely feel it.
“Very quickly, Daddy,” I answered, my voice barely audible.
“I had planned on teasing you, baby, but I can’t fucking resist you.” His mouth was suddenly buried in my pussy, his tongue swirling my clit, his fingers digging inside of me quickly.
“Oh, fuck!” I breathed out.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, lapping around my pussy, practically making out with it.
The tension built quickly and I desperately lifted my hips up and down as I chased my orgasm, moaning loudly into the cool, morning air.
He parted his lips from me quickly. “Come again, baby. Keep going.” He buried his face back onto me and continued to stimulate my clit while fucking me with his fingers.
“Fuck, yes!” I moaned again and felt the build of another orgasm approaching.
Suddenly I was coming again, then again, my legs trembling on his shoulders as he chuckled and parted his lips from me. He quickly pulled my legs towards him and stood me up; my restrained hands fell down in front of me as I stood and Elliott swiftly turned me around and bent me over the table.
“You are so beautiful, Jacqueline,” he observed quietly as he smoothed his hands over my ass. “I keep wanting to take my time with you but I can’t seem to resist your body.”
“Don’t take your time. Just fuck me,” I breathed, wanting him to fill me up and give me the pounding he promised.
He chuckled and then his hand quickly tapped my ass, his spank startling me as I gasped and turned my head toward him.
“Such a naughty girl with that mouth of yours. Do you think you need another spanking?”
My eyes closed as I smiled, basking in his words. His deep voice continued to turn me on.
“Yes, Daddy, I do.” I nodded, slightly pushing my ass out.
He let out another deep chuckle before spanking my other ass cheek and I gasped again, opening my eyes to try to turn and look at him. My mouth salivated as I watched him stroking himself, his hand still gently caressing my ass.
“ be a good girl and take your pounding from Daddy.” He was suddenly inside of me, grabbing my hips and thrusting his hips in an increasingly rapid motion.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I screamed, his cock pressing against my g-spot perfectly.
Elliott’s hand gripped my hair and pulled back as he grunted loudly and pressed his fingertips into my hips.
“Come on, baby. Come for me again. Scream out for Daddy while I come inside of you.”
He continued to fuck me quickly, his pounds deep and erratic as he bent over and began to rub my clit.
“Oh my God. Yes. Yes, Daddy. I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming,” I cried out in pleasure, my pussy spasming on his cock just as he began to grunt even louder, his deep moans intensifying the heat of the moment.
His hips began to slow as I caught my breath, and I could feel his cum dripping down my leg. The only sounds I could hear were the birds chirping overhead and both of our breaths evening out.
“How was that, baby? Did everything feel good? Anything you didn’t like?” He was still inside me as he gently kissed my shoulder and began to remove the shirt from my wrists.
I smiled and lifted myself up, not wanting him to leave my body. The fact that he was concerned about my wellbeing after knowing my history gave my heart a little tug.
I nodded, my back pressed against his chest as I placed my hands on his strong arms. “Everything was perfect, Elliott.”
He gently kissed my shoulder once more before he took my hands with his, interlocking them together.
“Why don’t we shower and go get brunch?”
I nodded, our fingertips grazing over my body. My defenses had crumbled, and though I knew I should be terrified, I wasn’t. I had never wanted anyone or anything more in my life, and I began to embrace it.
“I’d love that.”