22. Adam
Adam
It was impossible not to display my smug smirk as I listened to Eliza's cries of pleasure as I went about with Asher's nightly routine. Getting him down for bed was easy, like always. Knock on wood, he's never fought any of us when it came to bedtime.
Once Asher was tucked away, I joined the others in the living area.
"You are one sadistic asshole, you know that?" Max chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief at me after Eliza's sobbing died down. "No wonder no girl has lasted with you," he joked with a playful scoff, earning a jab to the shoulder from me.
No, my little sadistic streak was not the reason for my past relationships failing. All of my past engagements have all ended amicably. Also, I really didn't feel deeply for any of the past women I've been with. The only person who has ever lit any kind of spark or pure desire within me was Eliza.
Scoffing, Rowan picked up his beer from the coffee table. "And you both call me cruel," he grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
Both Max and I couldn't help but turn our heads at Rowan with a look of utter astonishment.
Once, twice, the two of us stared at him in a brief silence before Max broke it with a dry chuckle.
"Now, I mean this in the best way possible, but you treat your girl like a sack of shit in the sheets.
" With a smug expression, Max leaned back on the couch, beer in hand.
Unbothered, Rowan gave us a shrug of his shoulders before taking a few swings of his drink.
"Can't help that we both get our rocks off to it.
" Sighing, he relaxed and slumped a bit in the armchair.
"Not like we're that bad. We keep things mostly in private or at the club, and it's not like she enjoys any of it from anyone else.
Also, not like it goes as far as me pissing on her or anything. "
“You can do all of that, but can't ask her out on a fucking date?” I asked in disbelief, eyeing the grumpy police captain suspiciously.
Sighing, he ran a hand down his face and stared up at the ceiling.
“I don't want to be fucking bully to her all the time, and yes, our relationship is hot as fuck, but it's just missing that softer touch…” His words trailed out into a string of grumbles.
“I want to be nice to her, but I don't know how.”
Leaning back in my seat, I threw my arms across the back of the couch. “Does she want you to be nice to her?” I questioned with a quirked brow.
Rowan's face twisted in irritation and confusion for a split second before he sputtered a bit in his spot. “O-of course she does! What girl doesn't want their man to be charming and nice to them? What kind of stupid question is that?”
"A stupid question you need an answer to before you go and make a fool of yourself," I deadpanned playfully with a roll of my eyes. "Some girls find nice and charming annoying, some appreciate it to certain extents, and some just want things how they are."
Yes, girls always wanted the nice guy, but as I've learned over the years, there were always stipulations to it.
"Just talk to your girl to see what she wants.
" Communication was the key to every relationship.
"My suggestion: take her out on a date, don't give her an option, just give her a date and time to be ready by, take her out, and either have a chit chat with her to lay down the foundation or to lay down the law. "
I didn't know much about his girl, so I couldn't give him a firm direction.
Maybe she was a headstrong and independent woman who took no shit; if that was the case, then him wrangling her by the neck might not blow over well.
On the other hand, if she was like that, then communicating effectively with her to come up with a middle ground would work perfectly.
"Honestly, just tone down the jerky assholeness with her for a night, work something out, then proceed from there." That was probably the best advice I could give him as of now.
"Is that what you did with Eliza?" Rowan asked with a deflated sigh.
Unable to help it, I coughed out a laugh and shook my head.
"Oh, fuck no, I didn't." Taking a few seconds to snicker and get the ridiculousness of our situation out of my system, I had to take a few deep breaths to reset myself before speaking up again.
"My Eliza is lovely and all, but she's kind of indecisive and stubborn.
So, I just kind of took the reins with her. "
Running a hand through my hair, I turned my head to look down the hallway for a moment as her moan echoed throughout.
"She wouldn't have let me into her life, so I forced my way in.
" Looking back at Rowan with a lopsided smile full of pity, I continued, "But, like I said, I don't know your girl and your full history with her.
So, being forceful like I have been with Eliza might not be the best way for you and her. "
Rolling his eyes, Rowan dragged out a low groan before nodding his head in defeat. With a curt chuckle, he looked at me quizzically. "How long do you plan on torturing the poor thing for?"
Flipping my wrist, I checked my watch. "Oh, a while more. I mean, the game's barely started, so might as well enjoy some of it." I chuckled deviously before turning up the volume of the TV—just a little.
I paid no attention to the UFC fight flashing across the screen; my eyes were trained on my phone screen.
Lustful hunger for my little rose burned through my veins from seeing Eliza's body writhe as the various toys and machines assaulted it.
Fuck, I couldn't wait to have more fun with her using the damn sex-machine.
The endless ideas clouded my mind in an instant as I thought about all the ways I could have more than one of her holes stuffed while I'd occupy one or even just sat there to watch her fucked out face.
Keeping to myself for the next torturous hour or so, I counted the long seconds by as I sat there and stewed in my raging arousal.
I did think about going to Eliza sooner, but I wanted to see how far she could be pushed.
With each orgasm her body shook through, I half expected her to flip the safety or shout her safe word.
Yet, she never did, surprisingly. She'd moan loudly or scream, jerk against the restraints, throw her head back and shake it about, but after her orgasm would pass, she'd sink back into the chair.
Now, I did take it easy on her a bit at times, slowing the machine down and turning the intensity of the toys down from the controller on my phone.
Of course, there were times when I was a total asshole; watching her scream and freak out with everything turned up to maximum was too much fun for me to stop at one time.
Sighing softly, I got up from the couch. "Alright, well, you guys enjoy the rest of your night." Flashing the two a knowing smile, I made my way to the hallway. "You know where the guest rooms are if you guys want to stay the night."
"Do us a favor and gag Eliza," Max joked with a quick laugh. "Some of us actually want sleep and don't wanna hear your girl be bullied by your monstrosity."
Sneering, I flipped Max off before turning my back to them to go to my bedroom.
Standing right outside the door, I stayed like that for a moment to listen to Eliza's sweet moans, letting each cry of pleasure wash down my body to my aching cock.
Honestly, if I could—well if I really wanted to—then I'd record her to keep things for my late nights.
I threw the idea out, though, because why would I need some virtual thing when I had the real thing right in front of me?
Pulling her sounds of pleasure from her with my own hands brought a sense of satisfaction that made my pride swell.
Taking in a deep breath, I centered myself for a second before letting the soft creak of the turning knob falter my anxious heart.
Eliza's dazed expression, full of exhaustion and bliss, turned toward me when I stepped in and shut the door behind me.
Purposedly taking my time, I stalked up to her with a growing smirk.
The sound of the leather creaking and the metal clinking banged against my heightened ears when I came to a stop inches from her. "Enjoying yourself, darling?" I teased with an evil smirk.
Instead of words coming out of her mouth, a strangled sob of agony and rapture left her sweet lips when they parted.
If only I could capture her beautiful face right now.
God, I wanted this image of her to last forever.
It was so arousing to see her whole body arch as much as possible with her head thrown back in a silent scream.
Her sweet brown eyes were nowhere in sight with how far they rolled to the back of her head.
Then, her face, fuck, her face was something else.
The way her lips smiled through the shocks of her orgasm and how her tongue stuck out just enough to give her that perfect fucked out expression.
Fuck!
A low growl rumbled from my chest as I quickly stripped myself down to nothing, eager to get my painful cock buried inside of her for some relief.
Guess I wasn't the only one, either.
Eliza instantly kicked into a struggle against her restraints, her hands needily grabbing at the air as she reached in the direction of my twitching dick.
"Cock. Your cock, sir. Please… Stuff me, please.
Need you so badly." Her words came out jagged with her breaths.
"Please," she continued to beg incessantly through her sobbing moans and tears while her body trembled through the shockwaves of pleasure.