Now
If you would have told me months ago that I’d be suspended in the air, tied up and exposed for the most amazing man in the world, I wouldn’t have believed you. But there I was, still in the frog tie with my hands above me, hanging from a bar on the ceiling. Elliott watched me intently as he pulled toys out from his closet, smiling cleverly at me. My legs were wide open and his cum was still leaking from each of my holes.
“Look at my beautiful girl,” he mused as he walked towards me with a magic wand in his hand; I had never used one before, but I heard they were intense.
The toy began to buzz loudly as he turned it on. My heart raced as he inched closer to me, his cock growing hard again.
“I can’t wait to make you come until you’re begging for me to stop.” He smiled, grabbing hold of my thigh.
My dominant Elliott was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
He put the powerful wand to my clit and my pussy immediately began to seize. The vibration was so intense that I tried to close my legs, but they were spread open, unable to budge. I came harder than I ever had before—and liquid began to gush out of me as I screamed out with pleasure. I had never squirted before and I laughed with surprise once I calmed down. Elliott’s eyes were widened with a smile, the evidence of my intense orgasm dripping down his body.
“Holy shit,” I said, bewildered.
Elliott licked his lips slowly and shook his head with a tsk.
“What did I say about that mouth, baby?” He set down the wand before he took a riding crop and held the leather tip to his palm; I knew what was coming for my dirty mouth.
I smiled with anticipation. Elliott circled around me and quickly tapped my ass with the crop, the feeling more pleasurable than painful, but it still made me jump and gasp. He came back around in front of me, his eyes clouded with desire and something I hadn’t seen from him before. Darkness? It made my heart skip a beat, but somehow I wasn’t afraid.
He quickly tapped me on the inside of my thigh, startling me again.
“Oh, baby. You’re so reactive to me. You are so fun to play with, my sweet girl,” he marveled.
My heart stung at his words: my sweet girl . Only Michael had called me that before.
“Daddy, you make me feel so good. More, please ,” I begged.
He chuckled as he dropped the riding crop and brought me closer to him. He got down on his knees and pressed his tongue lightly against my clit, teasing me as he continued to barely flick the sensitive spot. He gripped my thighs with both of his hands as he buried his face in my pussy, now lapping around and seeming determined to make me come again. It didn’t take long for him to accomplish it—I came hard, my whole body shaking as I lifted my thighs, trying to chase more.
“Mmm, baby. You taste so good; I can’t get enough,” he murmured into my pussy, the vibration from his lips inching me closer to another orgasm.
He suddenly stood up, letting go of me, making me groan with the need for another orgasm. I watched as he grabbed the wand and began to stroke himself. He walked behind me, doing something with the rope that held me from above. Oh—he’s lowering me . I heard the wand turn on as he appeared in front of me, still stroking himself.
“Your pussy is just too good. I need to fuck you and make you come again.” With that, he put the wand to my clit and thrust himself inside of me at the same time. I screamed out with satisfaction, knowing my throbbing clit was going to make me clench around Elliott’s cock quickly. I was right—I came for what seemed like the hundredth time, but I was still needing more; I couldn’t get enough of Elliott either.
He began to thrust faster, grunting wildly with primal moans that drove me crazy. I could tell he was coming, and knowing that, I came again, my whole body shaking wildly, my pussy satisfied. And I was fucking exhausted.
Elliott quickly untied me, carried me to the bathtub, and sat me down on the edge as he ran a warm bath.
“How was that? How are you feeling, baby?” he asked gently as he sat down next to me, then gently pressed his lips to my shoulder.
I sighed happily with a smile. “Amazing. It was perfect, Daddy. So fucking perfect.” I may have added in the fuck to see if Elliott would want to punish me.
He shook his head and eyed me with a smile. “Such a dirty fucking mouth. I love it.” Then he pressed his lips fervently against mine, holding my cheek and pulling me closer. Somehow, we ended up fucking again as he bent me over the bathroom counter, and then he gently washed me in the tub, providing me with the aftercare I needed—and deserved.
* * *
I slept soundly that night. For once, my thoughts weren’t racing with worries about the future because I knew what it held: a life with Elliott, who would always take care of me. And I wanted to take care of him too.
However, that feeling didn’t last long.
I was awoken by my phone vibrating violently on the nightstand. I grabbed it, and my heart dropped—it was from an unknown number. I glanced at the clock on Elliott’s nightstand: it read 2:30 a.m. What. The. Fuck. I almost began to hyperventilate until Elliott flicked on his lamp and quickly sat up.
“What’s wrong? What is it?”
“I think…” I began with shaky breath. “I think it’s Michael.”
The call went to voicemail, but then a text popped up from a number I didn’t recognize. My heart dropped to my stomach, and bile rose in my throat. It was a picture of me and Elliott, walking hand in hand into his house. It had been taken a few hours earlier when we had just gotten home, seemingly from across the street.
“Oh my God…it’s him,” I muttered, somehow out of breath.
“God fucking damnit,” Elliott hissed as he looked over my shoulder at the picture. He threw the blankets off and stood up. “Enough is enough.” He turned on the light in his closet and began rifling through things.
I didn’t pay any attention; my mind raced over the fact that Michael was watching us. He was in LA. And he was taunting me. What was he trying to do? What was he going to do? I gasped when Elliott walked out of the closet with a gun in his hand, eyeing me with the intensity and fierceness I had seen earlier.
“Holy shit, Elliott! What are you doing?” I jumped out of bed, shaking on my unsteady feet.
“I’m stopping Michael. I don’t fucking care. If he’s here, I’m going to fucking kill him.” He walked out of the room and stomped down the hallway, putting the gun into the waistband of his gray joggers. I followed, my heart pounding out of my chest, my palms sweaty and shaky. Elliott flung the front door open and stood on the steps, looking around as if Michael would just be standing there, waiting for us.
“Elliott, please, come inside,” I begged him. I was afraid Michael was actually out there, set up with a rifle, ready to shoot anyone who stepped outside.
“Stop being a fucking coward!” Elliott yelled into the darkness.
I heard myself breathing rapidly as I waited for a response, poking my head out the door while hiding behind the wall.
“Please, Elliott. Come inside!” I whispered loudly.
Elliott looked around for another moment before marching back inside, closing the door behind us, and locking it. His chest heaved up and down quickly, and his eyes were wide with anger.
“Jacqueline, I need to tell you something.” He took my hand and pulled me into the kitchen, flicking on the light.
We stood on the cold tile as his expression shifted from anger to something else I hadn’t seen before: fear. He licked his lips and gulped, taking my other hand and holding both of them gently, shaking his head.
“Baby, I need you to believe me. I need you to know that I love you, that I genuinely love you, and I never thought this would happen.” His breath was shaky—he seemed nervous to continue.
“What?” I asked, confused.
He shook his head again. “Michael hired me to follow you.”
My whole world began to spin, swirling dizzily around me. I gripped the nearest surface for support, feeling lightheaded and on the brink of losing consciousness. The taste of bile surged in my throat again, threatening to overwhelm me.
“What?” I didn’t believe him—he must have been joking. But why would he joke about something so terrible?
“I didn’t know he had done those things to you. He called me because I work as a private investigator on the side. I have my license and everything. I boarded that flight from New York to LA with the intention of only following you to see what you were up to. I never intended to fall in love with you. I had no idea what he did, baby. I need you to believe me.”
Tears welled in his eyes, and my knees buckled from underneath me. I landed straight on my ass and began to hyperventilate. This can’t be happening. This isn’t true. This can’t be fucking true. Elliott leaned down and took my hands again, now too close for comfort.
“No, no, no.” I shook my head, pulling my hands away, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Please, baby. Everything about us is real. I’m real, everything you know about me is real, and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
It sounded like he was speaking to me from inside a tunnel. My heart felt like it was getting squeezed and crushed by a hydraulic press. How did this happen? He had lied to me this whole time. He knew Michael—he was fucking hired by him. To stalk me! Oh my God…
I immediately stood up, completely ignoring anything else Elliott was saying. I could never, ever trust him again. How could I? He was associated with the devil himself. How could he not know? My legs began to move quickly, and I ran out the front door, barefoot in only a big T-shirt and underwear. Elliott called out for me but I ran faster down the hill of his street. If Michael was watching, he’d pick me up and kill me, I just knew it. Fine, just fucking kill me. I don’t have anything left in me to fight anymore . I don’t have anyone anymore.
“Please, Jacqueline!”
Elliott was right behind me; he quickly caught up with me and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I began to scream and kick as he lifted my feet off the ground, whispering in my ear, but I was too busy freaking the fuck out. He held onto me tight until I wore myself out—then I slumped into his arms and began to sob again. My tears fell onto his big forearms that held me tight.
“Why?” I asked between hiccuped sobs.
“If I let you go, please don’t run, baby. We need to talk, but not out in the middle of the street, especially if he’s around.” His voice was gentle and I felt his hot breath against my ear.
I began to laugh. All of this was absolutely absurd to me.
“You know, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad anymore. You and your best friend can fucking take turns torturing me.”
Elliott quickly let me go. I didn’t bother to move; I just stood there catching my breath, still shaking from my sobs.
“You really think I’d hurt you?” He sounded devastated. But so was I.
“No, but I also didn’t think you were fucking in cahoots with Michael, but here we are.”
We were both still standing in the street, my back against Elliott’s chest. He gently put his hands on my shoulders and I flinched; it broke my heart.
“I swear to God, Jacqueline. If I had known what he did to you, I would have fucking killed him.”
My heart was crushed. So what if what he was saying was true? He still kept a huge secret from me—what if he had more that he wasn’t revealing about himself?
“I need to leave. I can’t stay with you right now.” My voice wavered, tears still streaming down my face.
Elliott let go of my shoulders and gently turned me around. I couldn’t look up at him; I was afraid that I wouldn’t leave if I looked into his bright blue, kind eyes. That’s how he fooled me before.
“Take my car. Go where you need to go,” he said gently.
I immediately shook my head. “No. I’ll get an Uber.” I stepped aside to move past him and walk back up the hill.
“Baby, you’ll be safe here with me,” he said, close behind me.
“You’re not allowed to call me baby anymore, Elliott.” It pained me to say those words aloud.
“Please, Jacqueline. I don’t want you to leave. I want to talk about this.”
I kept silent as we walked up the steep hill. I was out of breath and shaking from the cold and emotional turmoil that ran through my body.
We walked into the house and I stormed into the room, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, pulled some pants on, and stuffed as many things as I could into a small bag. My only thought was to get the hell out of there as soon as I could. Elliott followed me to the front door and closed it with his palm as soon as I tried to open it.
I turned and glared at him. “Move.”
He clenched his jaw. “Jacqueline. Please. Who knows where Michael is? What if he follows you?” His eyes were soft despite the way he growled at me.
“I’ll take my chances. fucking move.” My heart raced as I locked eyes with him, refusing to look away.
He shook his head but removed his hand from the door and stepped back. I quickly opened the door and pulled up the Uber app, requesting a ride to the nearest hotel. A car was five minutes away. I sat halfway down the stairs that led to the street; I could feel Elliott standing at the open door, watching me.
“I love you, Jacqueline. Please…please don’t leave.” His voice cracked with his last two words.
I put my face in my hands and shook my head.
“Please, Elliott. Please leave me alone.”
I don’t know why I felt a pang of disappointment when I heard the door gently close behind me. The soft click echoed in the hollow space of my heart, amplifying the emptiness inside. I began to sob, tears streaming down my face as I made my way to the waiting Uber. As I slid into the back seat, the weight of my shattered emotions pressed down on me, leaving me feeling completely and utterly broken.