Chapter 12 – Elias
T his woman is going to be the end of me.
I’m struggling not to blow my load just by how obedient she’s being.
I know Sage is the type of woman who likes to give men orders. Fuck, I want that too. But not tonight. Tonight she needs to let go. To forget about whatever has her shaken. Whatever caused her to hide into herself.
Once inside my bedroom, I back Sage up to my king-size bed and release her.
“I’m going to undress you now. Okay?”
She nods.
“Say it out loud, Reine.”
“Yes, sir.”
I palm her cheek, grazing my thumb over her lips. “That’s my good girl.”
She rolls her eyes but smiles.
“Careful.” Her amusement fades to defiance .
Brat.
I move my hand to her right ear and remove the Christmas tree earring, holding it up in front of her face.
“Cute.”
She shrugs in her adorably playful way that drives me crazy.
After removing the other earring, I place the jewelry on my dresser.
I start on her sweater next, untucking it from the skirt. My hands slide underneath, and she sucks in a breath when my palms flatten over her sides and move around to her back.
I unlatch her bra and pause.
She huffs.
“What?” I ask, even though I know what’s annoying her.
“Could you be any slower?”
I ignore the reference to the TV show Friends and skim my hands back to her front. My thumbs graze the bottom of her breasts which are now falling out of her unclasped bra. She shivers.
“Patience, my needy girl.”
I lift the sweater, and her arms extend over her head expectedly, but I stop when the tangled material covers her eyes. I tighten my grip, trapping her arms in the process.
“Elias,” she whispers .
With one hand, I hold the makeshift blindfold in place, then graze my fingertips over her uncovered mouth, down her chin and neck.
Goosebumps rise across her skin, her breathing picking up with every inch of skin I touch.
Once I get to her full breasts, I move the bra aside and let her tits fall out.
I take one of her hard nipples between my fingers and pinch… then pull.
She arches her body against me and moans.
“What did I say to call me?”
“B-boss,” she breathes.
“Good girl.”
I lean down to replace my fingers with my mouth, sucking her nipple and lapping my tongue over the hardened peak.
“Fuck, Boss. Yes.”
My cock jerks at how reactive she is to my touch.
Keeping the blindfold in place, I move my hand to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and hook my fingers to pull it down. Not all the way off, though. I leave it mid-thigh, confining her even more.
She whimpers when I push her lacy underwear aside and tease her opening.
“Always so wet for me, Chérie.”
She tries to part her legs, but the skirt won’t allow much give. Just enough that I’m able to sink one finger inside her with ease.
Her pussy clenches around me .
“Oh, God,” she moans and squirms because I’m not moving. “Boss, please.”
My thumb grazes over her clit, and she nearly buckles to the floor, but I keep her upright.
“Please, what? Use your words,” I provoke.
“Please. Fuck me.”
“Hmm. So needy.”
I slide my finger out enough to add a second and thrust the two back in, down to the last knuckle. Sage’s pussy flutters around the digits.
She’s panting and on edge as I play with her.
“Did you think I’d let you come so easily when you’ve been keeping secrets from me?”
I withdraw my fingers, then slam them back inside. My thumb presses against her clit again, and she lets out a sob of pleasure.
“You s-said… we-we were going… oh fuck… m-make love.”
Her words are broken as I pump my fingers.
I lean over to scrape my teeth over her neck. She gasps and the sound is quickly followed by moans.
She’s getting close.
When I move my mouth to hover over hers, I whisper, “I lied.”
Right as she’s about to come, I remove my fingers and lift her sweater and bra the rest of the way over her head .
She stands there with her mouth wide open, so I stick my fingers inside—the ones that were just in her sweet heat. She gags, not expecting the move, then closes her lips over them and licks them clean.
“See how good you taste?”
She nods, and I remove my fingers.
I finish undressing her, sliding her skirt and panties down to the floor. She steps out of the clothing and stands there, waiting for my orders like the submissive brat she’s fighting so hard not to be.
Fuck she’s beautiful. I let my eyes travel over her body from her hair that’s a rat’s nest because of me, to her blue-green eyes and plump lips, down to her kissable neck and heavy breasts, to her soft stomach and groomed pussy, and to her thick thighs that I desperately need around my head.
“Like what you see?” she teases.
I’ve seen her naked before—the first night we met. I memorized this body. I fucked my hand to what I remembered.
My memories do not do her justice.
“Come here, Reine,” I order.
She takes a step… and another… slowly, so painfully slow.
She’s testing me.
She wants me to punish her.
Oh, I will.
But first…
I grab her by the throat once she’s within reach, and I slant my mouth against hers. She immediately opens for me, and I plunge my tongue in, tasting the salty pleasure she sucked off my fingers.
The kiss doesn’t last long, and she whines when I pull away.
I sit down on the edge of the bed.
“Over my lap, ass in the air.”
She frowns and scrunches her nose but does as I say.
Once she’s in place, I crash my hand down on her plump cheeks.
“Fuck,” she groans.
I do it again without warning, and she screams a little louder.
Music to my ears.
“Tell me to stop,” I say.
“Don’t fucking stop.”
I spank her again, relishing the recoil and the beautiful sound of Sage’s moans.
“More, sir, please.”
I oblige, whipping her ass over and over until my palm stings and Sage’s ass is burning red.
I slide my finger into her dripping cunt, lathering it up so I can sink it into her asshole. While massaging her aching skin, I pump the digit in and out of the tight ring of muscles .
“Yes, Elias, like that,” she huffs.
I pick up speed and move my other hand to her clit, pressing my thumb down and caressing it in circles.
When I sense Sage is close, I stop.
“No!” Sage whines.
“On the bed,” I say, removing my fingers from her ass and helping her off my lap.
“I thought you said we weren’t going to make love.”
“I lied about lying.”
She rolls her eyes. “So we are going to make love? And who says making love anyway? Just say we’re going to fuck.”
I laugh, slightly deranged sounding, but it only causes her to roll her eyes again.
I gently push her, and she falls onto the bed. “We’re going to go slow. I’m going to make sure you have no doubt that I will be the last man whose cock gets milked by that sweet pussy. Do you understand me, Ma Chérie?”
She adjusts herself until she’s in the middle of the mattress, shaking her head.
“You’re insane.”
I crawl in between her legs, tearing open the condom I grabbed from the drawer of the bedside table.
“ You make me insane,” I say.
Once protection is on, I line the head of my cock to her opening.
“You can’t be saying shit that sounds like a proposal. ”
I thrust into her, and she throws her head back and screams.
“Is that what you want? For me to propose to you?”
“No,” she says on a grunt.
I pump into her casually, grabbing her hips and holding her down.
“Give me a couple months, and I’ll change your mind.”
“Shut up,” she groans, and I chuckle.
I pause my pumping, which angers her even more.
“Stop torturing me, asshole!”
Bending so my body covers hers, I hook my arms under her armpits, allowing us to be face to face.
She kisses me out of fury, biting down hard enough to break skin and make my lip bleed. But she doesn’t pull away. She kisses me aggressively, and that’s my cue to resume fucking her. Slow but rough to start as we explore each other’s mouths.
Then I pick up speed, and she ends the kiss to scream her pleasure. I use the moment to trail my lips down her neck and across her chest, taking a nipple into my mouth and grazing my teeth over the sensitive peak.
Sage arches off the bed and claws her nails down my back. I don’t like being touched on my back—or my front, really—because of the scars my father left, but the urge to push her hands away isn’t there right now .
Maybe it’s because those beautifully manicured sharp nails definitely broke skin. Instead of scars from my father, I can have scars from my lover.
The pain is drowned by my pleasure and all thoughts of Sage feeling the scars on my back are gone. Her hands make their way down to my ass, and she squeezes my cheeks not-so-gently. I almost blow right then.
“Let me on top.”
“No.”
“Then fuck me faster.”
I growl and take her arms by the wrists, securing them above her head.
I don’t fuck her faster. I go slower, slamming into her and pausing as I let her pulsing pussy flutter around me.
Then I repeat, edging her release.
The brat.
Holding her wrists with one hand, I move the other down to her clit and start massaging, slow but deep circles.
“My cock was made for you, Sage,” I say, watching her flushed body bounce beneath me. “You stretch so perfectly around me.”
I pull out and slam back in.
She whimpers, her breathing erratic.
My thrusts pick up, no longer able to hold back. The brutal slam of my hips, combined with me massaging her clit, sends her over the edge .
I wait until she’s done shaking and her pussy isn’t choking my cock before I start moving inside her again.
“Give me another one,” I say, lifting her off the bed slightly to put a pillow underneath her ass. This gives me a new angle, reaching parts deep within her.
She screams, letting me know I’ve hit that perfect spot, and her walls are already pulsing around me.
“That’s it, my good girl. Come for me. Show me how well I fuck you.”
She fists the sheets, arching her back as I drive into her.
I slap her tits, the sting on her aching nipples coaxing her third orgasm out of her.
And this time, I join her.