Chapter 36
ELI
“It’s been a long day.” Sapphire covers her mouth as she lets out a wide yawn and sits down on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but my T-shirt.
She prefers to sleep naked, but she was cold last night, and I have a feeling I may have lost my shirt because she loves how it smells of me.
She keeps lifting the neckline to sniff my lingering aftershave from wearing it on the ride here.
Unlike me, she shares every little thing she’s thinking or feeling. I’m learning a lot about her and from her.
I’m still buzzing from my circle-of-trust confession, impressed with myself that I finally told Sapphire what’s been holding me back.
“I’ve had a great weekend, have you enjoyed it?” she asks, looking up at me.
“I could make it even more enjoyable?” I suggestively throw her an irresistible grin. It might be almost midnight, but I don’t want to go to sleep. Not yet.
On the same wavelength as me, she reaches up and balls the fabric of the T-shirt I’m wearing into her fist and pulls me down for a kiss, nipping at my lips as if she’ll die if I don’t kiss her back. “Oh, yeah, how will you do that? Spank me, tie me up, Elijah?”
When she calls me by my full name, it makes my dick spring to life.
We’ve tried a lot of things in the bedroom, mainly positions and using sex toys. We’ve even talked about me spanking her, but I’ve been waiting for the time to be right.
“Would you like me to tie you up and spank you, Sapphire?” I know it’s what she and I both want to try.
“Yes,” she pants, looking at me with those big blue eyes. “You like being in control. I trust you, Elijah. This is a safe way for us to explore this together.”
Her words alone have precum already leaking from the tip of my cock.
“Take this off,” I tell her, my mouth instantly dry, my dick thickening in my jeans as I slide my fingers under the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, which is the only thing she has on, and then lower my lips to her neck, licking and nibbling the spot behind her ear which drives her wild and heightens her orgasms, before letting her remove my shirt over her head.
“Move up the bed,” I instruct firmly.
She looks at me with desire burning in her eyes, hot enough to melt gold.
It turns me on how much she loves sex. Loves sex with me.
As she moves up the bed, I remove my T-shirt, unbuckle my belt, then unzip my fly, before freeing my dick from my jeans, tugging on it to relieve the painful throbbing in my balls.
Licking her lips, she shifts her gaze to my cock, practically salivating at the sight of it.
“Move up the bed,” I tell her again, because she’s mesmerized, watching me stroke myself, rubbing my thumb over my crown as she lies there totally naked and exposed. For me. Her shiny belly ring winking at me, tempting me to give it a tug between my teeth, but I don’t.
It can wait.
Pushing my jeans down my hips, off my legs and feet, I leave them in a heap on the floor as I walk over to the drapes and flick a tie back off its hook.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, returning to the bed where she’s already laid her feet flat against the comforter, showing me how wet her pussy is for me, her excitement coating her inner thighs.
She’s always so responsive.
She nods, biting her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I need words, baby.” I urge her to follow the rules of consent.
“Yes, Elijah, I’m sure.”
“If we do this, we need a safe word.” I place one knee on the mattress, then another, crawling up the bed toward her. “Pick one.” I bow my head and kiss her nipple, pulling it into my mouth, licking and sucking as she rakes her hands through my hair.
“Uh, uh, uh. No touching.” I curl my hand around her wrist and gently move it above her head, then the other, brushing my thumbs across her wrists as if giving her one last chance to change her mind.
“Rainbow.” She arches her back when my cock rubs against her pussy. There’s so much certainty in her words, and I know I won’t have to ask her again when she nods, telling me to go ahead. I would roll my eyes at the predictability of her safe word, but it’s so right for us, for her.
I wrap the soft length of cream cord tieback around her wrists, slowly, deliberately, carefully, each loop a silent promise that she’s safe with me, the knot secure but not too tight, just firm enough for her to feel my intention.
Gathering the ends of the tieback, I draw them toward the metal swirls of the headboard and fasten them there, her chest rising and falling as the seconds pass.
Eyes locked with mine, she tugs on it to test it then beams a smile at me. “I like how that feels,” she whispers, her voice sweet and sultry.
When I’m done, I pause and look down at her beautiful body, curves for days, toned thighs I have spent most of the week between and can’t get enough of. There isn’t a single thing about her I would change.
I let the moment settle between us, charged with heat, passion, trust, and anticipation of what’s to come.
“Do you want me to spank you, Sapphire?” I groan at the thought of her pale skin pinkening up from my hand.
“Yes.”
“Do I have your consent?”
“Yes, yes, Elijah. Spank me.”
I’ve barely touched her yet, and she’s already begging.
My lips twitch, knowing how desperate she is.
“Turn around,” I command in a low growl because I’m seconds away from going feral.
I move backward slightly so I can grab her hips to flip her over because she’s restrained. She helps me to position her on the bed, obeying me beautifully.
“On your knees.” My voice is clipped, and my cock throbs at the sight of her ass in the air as she wiggles it for me when she moves onto her knees.
I run my fingertips up her outer thighs, making all the tiny hairs rise on her body.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before, Sapphire?” I might go into a thermonuclear meltdown if she has.
It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. Years ago, I even researched it, but Tia was never into it.
Thank fuck. I want to do this with Sapphire and no one else. It feels special, like she’s gifting me the best present of my life.
She shakes her head, looking back over her shoulder, her cheeks already flushed with excitement.
I let my hand brush up her inner thigh, feeling her reaction in every shiver, then glide my hand over her hips then rub her ass with the flat of my palm, moving it in a circle—once, twice—then lightly spank it, making her yelp and arch her back.
Smoothing my hand over the pinkened spot in reassurance, I rub it to ease the sting. “I need words,” I murmur, needing her to tell me she’s with me.
“What?” she pants.
“That’s a question, not an answer.” I spank her again, this time a bit harder, her whimper making my dick leak with precum.
I press my face between her thighs, dragging my nose up and down her pussy, inhaling her musky scent of arousal, then I lick her. I want to devour her completely.
“Eli,” she cries out.
Digging my fingers into the soft skin of her ass, I tell her, “It’s Elijah to you.”
“Elijah.” She moans my name like a prayer of reverence, widening her legs.
“Good girl,” I praise her, pressing my tongue against her tight entrance, driving her wild using side-to-side motions, before pushing it inside her wet center.
I grin and lick her front to back, spreading her ass cheeks to eat her out. Her juices flooding my tongue tell me she’s really into it.
And she’s fooling no one when she begs me to release her wrists, but not using her safe word tells me something different. She wants this.
Bucking her hips with desperation to fuck, she lets out a deep guttural groan of frustration.
Squeezing her ass cheek, I rub it, her pink, wet pussy tempting me to lick it again and suck her clit into my mouth to make it hypersensitive and swell up. “Do you like being tied up and vulnerable for me?”
“What do you think?” she snaps back with so much bite in her voice, I know she’s begging to be spanked some more.
“Brat.” I lift my hand off her ass and spank her flesh even harder this time, knowing it will ignite every sensation in her body. Pushing her to the brink of surrender.
She’ll come so hard all over my dick, and be screaming my name in no time.
“I’ll ask again. Do you like being tied up and vulnerable for me?” I question between my clenched teeth.
“No.” Her juices leak from her pussy, but I want her dripping all over the bedsheets for me because I’m a greedy cunt.
“Are you sure about that?” Another smack leaves her skin flushed just the way I like it.
She whimpers and lets out a long moan, wriggling on her knees, hand tugging at the restraints, pressing her thighs together as if she’s trying to ease the building tension. “Yes.”
“I think you’re lying, your pussy is dripping for me.” I push her thighs apart and slap her pretty pussy, once, then twice, making her thrash around and pull on her restraints even harder, her hands clenched tightly together, her nails digging into her palms.
“I need to come, make me come,” she begs.
But I spank her pussy again, making her cry out and bow her back, whimpering to the point she’s almost sobbing.
Fuck, how did I ever get so lucky? I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, and my cock is so hard, like steel, and it hits my stomach, pounding with the need to fill her up.
She knows this is what I want and need: to emphasize that I require control and am responsible for her pleasure. Getting her all worked up and aroused is such a huge turn-on for me. She always knows what I need.
I slap the fleshy part of her ass again. “You will come when I tell you to.”
“Elijah,” she moans, making more precum bead at the tip of my dick.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I grit through my clenched jaw. I lift my hand from her ass and deliver a sharp smack to her cheek. The force echoes through the room with a satisfying whack, followed by Sapphire’s loud, needy moans. Those are always my undoing, and I can feel myself about to explode.
“Yes, sir?”
A smirk pulls at my lips, pleased by how well she takes instruction.
“Good girl.” I press my lips to the flushed skin of her ass and caress it softly.
To fully reward her, I’m lining the head of my aching cock to her dripping entrance, and without resistance, she pushes herself back onto my dick, desperately needing me to fuck her.
“Come now, Sapphire,” I demand as I slam my cock inside of her, bottoming out, making her scream my name.
Within minutes, she’s coming all over my cock, and I’m right there with her as she flutters her inner walls around me, and I’m filling her full of my cum.
Clawing at the restraints, fists wrapped around them in her clenched hand, she keeps coming, her orgasm endless.
My vision goes cloudy as my own orgasm takes over, and my breathing becomes labored.
“Fucking, shit, fuck,” I gasp, my fingers still gripping her hips.
“Fuck, baby, that was beautiful.” I unclench my eyes and gaze down at her curves and tiny waist, which make her look like an hourglass.
“You’re beautiful.” I release my grip on her skin, and something feral within me likes that she’ll know it was me who put those red dots into her skin tomorrow and for the next few days.
Leaning forward, curving my body over her back, I untie the restraints then rub her wrists gently to ease any friction she felt, rubbing my thumb over her pulse that’s beating fast like mine. Even though the ties weren’t tight, she was pulling on them hard enough to make them feel like they were.
“Give your fingers a wiggle for me, baby.”
She does as she’s told to get the blood flowing again.
Tenderly, and slowly, I pull her body, limp like she’s cooked spaghetti, upward and hold her back to my front. “Are you okay?” I let her use me as a support to rest her tired body.
She hums a yes in response as if she’s incapable of talking.
“I need words, baby.” I kiss the length of her neck.
“Yes,” she breaths quietly.
“You took me so well,” I praise.
“Mmm.” She hums again as I brush my hand down the curve of her waist and kiss her shoulder, her breathing beginning to stabilize.
“We need to get cleaned up, have a shower, and I need to rub soothing lotion into your skin, baby. To help with the stinging.” I’ll lock the fucking shower block while we shower together.
“Okay,” she replies, but doesn’t move. “Eli?”
“Yes, baby.”
“I loved that.”
She loved it.
Fuck. I think I might love her.