Now
I couldn’t believe how easy it was to be naked around Elliott. His perfect, naked body sent a shock straight to my pussy whenever I looked at him, but he somehow made me feel as if I were just as desirable. He looked down at my body in the shower all lathered in soap and then looked up at me through his lashes, desire clear in his eyes. I playfully began to stroke him and it ended up being a thirty minute shower with me having to wash myself clean again.
I stood in a towel in the middle of his room as he got dressed. “I don’t have any clothes to wear.”
He pulled a shirt over his head as he smiled. “Just wear mine.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re 6’1” and like, a million gorgeous pounds of muscle. You think your pants are going to fit on my 5’4” pudgy body?”
He quickly raised his eyebrows. “Pudgy? That’s not exactly the word I’d use to describe your body.”
I put my hand to my hip. “Stocky? Soft?” I teased.
I knew I wasn’t rail thin and my confidence and self-esteem plummeted ever since Michael had called my body “soft.”
Elliott’s eyebrows twitched as he slowly approached me. He took my hand and held it as he gazed at me softly.
“I would use…beautiful, sexy, amazing, breathtaking, exquisite. Would you like me to go on?”
I bit my lip to refrain from crying. Would I ever get used to compliments again? My initial response was to roll my eyes and scoff, but his genuineness made me stop myself. He was so sweet and so caring and so fucking gorgeous.
“How are you real?” I wondered aloud.
He gave me a small smile. “How are you real?” he asked softly. “You have no idea how fucking spectacular you are, Jacqueline.”
I quickly smiled and then gave him a fake gasp. “Elliott! Language!”
He laughed and suddenly hoisted me over his shoulder. “You bring it out of me, you and your sailor mouth.” He laughed as he playfully threw me down on the bed. “, before I lift your legs and stuff my cock into you again, why don’t we stop by your place and get some clothes?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
* * *
We walked into the hostel, and two of my roommates sitting in the lobby stared wide-eyed as they checked Elliott out. I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, relieved to find my room empty.
“This is nice,” Elliott said, glancing around with interest.
“It is. For now,” I replied, shrugging on a long-sleeved shirt as I quickly changed out of his T-shirt and baggy joggers.
Elliott crossed his arms and watched me with a curious expression. “How long do you plan to stay here?”
I glanced at him as I pulled my jeans on. “I don’t know. I need to start looking for a place soon now that I have a job. I’m sure I could afford my own room somewhere.” I shrugged.
I grabbed a light jacket from my closet and locked it back up.
“Why don’t you stay with me?” Elliott suggested.
I turned around, my eyes widening at the sincerity in his expression.
“Am I being creepy again?” he asked, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
I shook my head. “I can’t do that, Elliott. This is already…a lot for me.” I tried to be as gentle as possible, but he had to understand that his proposal felt absurd—he hardly knew me.
He quickly nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. That’s…much too forward.” He seemed disappointed but not upset.
“We’d have to get married first before moving in together,” I quipped dryly.
Elliott’s lips parted, but he didn’t speak—did he think I was serious?
I quickly laughed. “I’m fucking with you. Come on.” I headed for the door and held my hand out to him.
“Don’t tempt me,” he said, grabbing my hand. “I was about to run to the jewelry shop to buy you a ring,” he teased back.
My heart melted. At this point, I don’t think I’d say no.
* * *
“So can you tell me what exactly is a pleasure dom? And a rigger?”
We had just ordered our brunch at a cozy cafe near Elliott’s house. Sitting by the window, the morning light made his blue eyes sparkle. He leaned in, elbows on the table, as if about to share a secret.
“A pleasure dom is a dominant that derives pleasure from making their submissive feel good,” he explained, his deep voice making my heart skip a beat.
I gulped and nodded. “I like that.”
“And a rigger enjoys tying up their subs. I’m not sure how you’d feel about that, and I’m completely okay with not doing it if you’re not comfortable,” he said sincerely.
I took a moment to think. I felt safe with Elliott. When he used his shirt to restrain me earlier that day, I felt nothing but desire. With Michael, there was fear always laced with desire. But I wanted to explore with Elliott, especially since he was so invested and concerned about my wellbeing.
“I would be willing to explore that with you.” I nodded. “You make me feel safe, Elliott. You make me feel good about myself. And it’s easy to do anything with you and that fucking body of yours.” Of course, I had to add something in to make the moment less serious.
He smiled and reached his hands out to me. I looked down at our hands as I extended mine, our fingers intertwining perfectly, his large hands enveloping mine with ease.
“I care about you a lot, Jacqueline. I want to move at a pace you’re comfortable with.”
My eyes started to well with tears. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
If it were up to me, with a guaranteed happily ever after, I’d move into his house, get married, and never leave his side. Right then and there. But nothing was guaranteed. And as much as I wanted my happily ever after, I was afraid I would somehow fuck it all up and he would end up hurting me, leaving scars that I’d never recover from.