Chapter 18 Definitely Not Saying Good Girl #2
“That’s a shame.” I sigh. “I guess I really am going to have to drag it out of you then.”
Her brow furrows. “What does that even—”
I don’t answer.
Instead, I take a small step back and say, “Stand up.”
She does, almost automatically now, like her body’s ahead of her mouth. I grip her by the hips and walk her backward until her knees hit the couch. Then I press lightly on her shoulder.
“Sit.”
She glares, but she sits. Her sleep shirt has ridden up high enough that I can see the edge of black underwear. Her thighs are tense, pressed together.
I bracket my hands on either side of her shoulders, leaning over just enough that she has to look up at me.
“Last time I ask nicely. Tell me the truth, and I’ll take care of you. Keep lying, and I’ll drag every stubborn little sound out of you until you can’t remember why you were hiding it in the first place.”
Her breath skips.
“I wasn’t—”
I shake my head once. “Wrong.”
She grits her teeth. “Why does it matter?”
“Because you matter. Everything about you matters. Even how you touch yourself when you think no one’s watching. Especially that, actually.”
Color blooms hotter along her neck.
“I… was… testing something,” she mutters, cheeks blazing red now.
“We’re getting warmer. What were you testing?”
“Jax gave me something,” she says, the words sounding like an admission of treason. “Yesterday. Dropped it off and said I needed new tools.”
“Of course he did,” I mutter under my breath.
Her mouth twitches despite herself.
“What kind of ‘tool’?” I press.
She huffs. “You’re the EMT, you figure it out.”
I let the silence stretch again, waiting, wanting to hear it from her.
Her thighs press together a little harder. Her fingers twist in the hem of her shirt.
“A toy,” she finally snaps. “Okay? He gave me a toy.”
I raise a brow. “What kind of toy?”
She glares daggers. “The kind that goes on or in a woman, Elias. Use context clues.”
“There it is. Was that so hard, Princess?”
She looks like she wants to sink through the couch. With a smile too smug even for me, I reach out and brush my fingers through her hair once, slow, letting my nails scrape her scalp lightly. She melts a millimeter before catching herself.
“You could’ve told me that from the beginning. You know I wouldn’t judge you for it. For wanting to feel good. For using what you’ve got.”
“I was embarrassed. No one wants to admit they were masturbating.”
“Maybe so. But there's nothing you ever have to hide from me. ” I correct, letting my thumb stroke her cheekbone once, then lower my hand, tracing along her throat, down to the hollow at the base of her neck.
“Now. Would you like me to take care of you? Something tells me I interrupted.”
Her eyes go darker, thighs flexing again. Without a moment's hesitation, she nods.
I tap her jaw lightly with two fingers. “Use your words.”
She licks her lips. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I want you to take care of me.” Her voice finally drops the last of its armor. “Please.”
Heat punches through me at the way she adds that please. It does something not right to me. Something that threatens to go too hard on her for her first time with me.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Stand up.”
She listens without argument, rising to stand. I scoop her up like she weighs nothing, one arm under her knees, one behind her back. She makes a soft startled sound and grabs onto my shoulders.
“I can walk, you know,” she mutters.
“I know. I like carrying you.”
I take the ten steps to her bedroom, setting her down on the edge of the bed, hands lingering on her hips.
“Back.” I gesture with my chin. “Lie down.”
She scoots back until her shoulders hit the pillows, hair spilling over them. Her shirt has ridden up more, baring the full length of her thighs.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her underwear, watching her face for any hesitation.
When I see none, I drag them down, slow, letting the cool air hit her as I do.
They slide over her smooth legs and off the end of the bed.
I drop them somewhere I don’t care about but note, because I plan to keep them when I leave.
“Spread your legs.”
Her cheeks burn but she obeys, knees falling apart. The trust in that simple movement hits me harder than anything. She’s letting me see her like this, letting me in.
I settle on my knees at the foot of the bed, hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs making circles into the tense muscles until they loosen under my touch.
“You touched yourself with the toy. But you’re going to show me how you’ll like my mouth a hell of a lot better.”
Her breath stutters. “Cocky.”
“I'll prove it.”
I lean in and press my lips to the inside of her knee first. Then lower, kissing along the line of her thigh, savoring every second, nowhere near where she wants me yet. Every time she shifts, I tighten my grip. “Stay still.”
She fidgets, trying not to squirm.
I take my time, kissing the soft skin at the junction of her thigh, breathing her in as her scent deepens. Then finally, mercifully, I move to where she’s already slick and aching and put my mouth on her sweet pussy.
Her whole body jolts.
“Oh—fuck,” she gasps, one hand flying to my hair.
I hum against her, mouth working her slowly, methodically, like I’m learning how a new toy works.
I pay attention to every reaction—the way her hips jerk when I flick her clit just right, the way her breath catches when I suck, the low sound she makes when I flatten my tongue and drag it in a long, slow stroke.
She tries to rock up against me, but I tighten my grip on her hips, pinning her to the mattress.
“Stay,” I whisper against her. “Let me set the pace.”
“Ugh. Your pace is killing me,” she pants, so needy it almost makes me move faster. Almost.
“You love it.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair, egging me on. I like the way she tugs, the way it tells me exactly how close she is.
I angle my head slightly, focusing on where she’s most sensitive. Then I don’t let up. No teasing now, just steady, relentless attention, working her up in a delicious climb instead of dragging her back from the edge.
Her thighs start to tremble. Her breath turns ragged. “Elias—”
“Almost there,” I groan, the vibration making her shudder. “Give it to me, Raine. Come on my tongue.”
The words hit something, and she falls apart with a soft, broken sound, hips jerking as waves of pleasure roll through her. I keep going through it, tongue and lips gentling but not stopping, carrying her through until she’s panting.
“Too much,” she gasps finally, fingers tugging at my hair. “Okay. Okay. I’m good. You can—you can stop.”
I press one last kiss to her inner thigh and pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My own body is thrumming, restraint hanging by a thread.
She looks wrecked. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are heavy-lidded. Her shirt is rucked up around her waist.
She looks so damn sexy.
I climb onto the bed, dick hard and ready for her. “You did so good for me. Now, turn over.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Hands and knees. Now.”
Her body reacts before her brain can argue, rolling onto her stomach and pushing up. She ends up braced on hands and knees, hair falling around her shoulders, ass a perfect curve that makes my control slip an inch.
“You’re relentless.”
“You like relentless,” I remind her, reaching into my back pocket for the condom I've kept there since I kissed her for the first time.
I tear it open and roll it down over my hard shaft with practiced fingers, biting back a groan at how ready I already am.
I settle behind her, one hand sliding up her spine, palm flat between her shoulder blades.
She melts under the touch, dropping her chest a little more to the bed, arching just right.
My other hand guides me to her, the first press of me at her entrance making both of us suck in a breath.
“Elias,” she whispers, voice shaking.
“You still want this?”
“Yes,” she answers immediately.
“You want me?” I push, just this once, needing to hear it in this position, at this moment.
She twists, looking back over her shoulder, eyes dark. “I would not be on my knees in front of you like this if I didn’t.”
Good enough.
I push in, slow and steady, stretching her around me. Her hands immediately grip the sheets, her knuckles whitening.
“Fuck,” she breathes. “You’re—”
“Big?” I supply, a little strangled.
“Annoying,” she counters, voice raspy with need. “But yeah. That too.”
Once I’m fully seated, I still, giving her a second to adjust. My hands glide up to her waist, thumbs stroking circles into her skin.
“You okay?” I check, needing to know she’s good before I continue.
She nods, breath shuddering. “Move. Please.”
I pull back, then thrust in again, finding a firm rhythm. I thrust deep strokes that make her gasp into the mattress. Every time I bottom out, a little sound escapes her. Every time her body clenches around me, it gets harder to hold back.
“That’s it.” I thrust into her harder. “Take it. You feel so good, Princess.”
She groans, forehead pressing into her forearm. “Stop… saying things like that.”
“Why?” I lean over her, chest to her back, my mouth by her ear. “Because it makes you clench around me?”
Her whole body shivers.
My hand slides from her hip to between her thighs, fingers finding her clit again. She jolts, a curse spilling out.
“Elias—”
“I promised you I’d take care of you. That doesn’t mean just once. That means until I decide you’ve had enough.”
She lets out a helpless noise. “I… I just came.”
“I know.” I smile against her shoulder. “You can do it again.”
Her inner muscles flutter around me, ready and willing. I keep the same steady, punishing rhythm, my fingers circling, pressing, working her right back up the mountain even as the first aftershocks are fading. It’s overwhelming.
“You’re such a—” She breaks off on a sharp inhale. “Fuck. Elias, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.”
My free arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back into me with each thrust, taking some of the strain off her arms. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, exposing her throat.
“Please,” she whimpers, but it’s not enough. Not until she can say it all.
“Please what?”
“Please let me come again.”
Heat flares white-hot in my chest.
“Good girl,” I breathe. “You ask so nicely.”
I tighten my fingers on her clit, changing angles just a fraction, and it hits. Her second orgasm crashes through her harder than the first, ripping a cry from her throat. Her body seizes around me, dragging me with her to the brink.
“Elias—” It’s half-gasp, half-moan, and then, out of nowhere, wrecked and unguarded:
“Daddy—please—”
The word detonates something primal in me. I bite down on a curse, hips stuttering as I spurt cum into the condom. I slam in deep one last time and let go, groaning into her shoulder as everything bursts, her body milking me through it.
“Fuck, Raine,” I rasp against her skin. “You’re going to kill me.”
She shudders, still riding out the last waves, collapsing onto her elbows. I hold her there, chest pressed to her back, our skin slick, breaths ragged and loud in the quiet room.
For a long moment, we don’t move.
Then I loosen my hold and carefully ease out of her, rolling the condom off and tying it off before tossing it into the trash by her nightstand. My thighs are shaking more than I’d like to admit.
She flops onto her side, dragging the nearest blanket over her hips. Her hair is a wild halo on the pillow, eyes half-closed, lips swollen.
I stretch out behind her, tugging her back gently against my chest. She comes without protest, back fitting against me like she was made for that exact position.
“You okay?” I murmur into her hair.
She makes a small noise. “You’re… intense.”
“Yeah. But you can handle it.”
She snorts weakly. “You get like this with all your patients?”
“Only the ones who ignore my texts while they’re playing with their new toys.”
A tiny, begrudging laugh escapes her. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”
“Absolutely not.”
Her hand finds my forearm where it’s wrapped around her waist. She traces idle lines there, like she’s making sure I’m real.
“…I liked it,” she admits quietly.
“Which part?”
She huffs, embarrassed. “All of it. The… bossy shit. The kneeling. The ‘good girl’…” Her voice drops. “The daddy thing was an accident.”
“Was it?” I ask, amused and more than a little smug.
“Shut up.”
“No.”
She elbows me weakly in the ribs. I take it, then press a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
“You can call me whatever you want. As long as you don’t lie to me.”
She goes quiet at that and doesn’t argue.
Her fingers tighten around my arm, a small, fierce anchor.
“Okay,” she whispers, and I believe her.
The feeling of all four of us being exactly where we’re supposed to be hits me hard as we fall asleep.