Chapter 15 – Ellie #2
I didn’t realize it, but I was already backing away from him, slowly. “Oh, yeah? If you know me so well, maybe you can tell me why I’m here.” My back hit the bookshelf behind me.
He stopped, his gaze unwavering. “You’re here because a part of you wants to rekindle the fire from the other night.”
His words were blunt, harshly accurate. It was almost as though he could see right through me. Like I was an open book he read so easily.
Fuck.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he dared, his husky voice low and even.
My heart was racing, hammering against my ribs. Yet I managed to hold his gaze as though I were still in control. “You’re wrong.” I swallowed hard.
His eyes dropped to my lips. “Then why are you shaking?” he whispered, his breath fresh and warm.
“Because I don’t like people in my space,” I lied.
“Then tell me to back off.”
Go ahead. Tell him now. Push him away before things spiral out of control.
My lips parted as a cold shiver sprinted down my spine. What if I told him to back off and he actually did? As much as it pained me to admit it, he was right. Deep down, I came here hoping to feel that spark again.
He was so close to me now, and in his eyes was the same desire from the other night. He wanted me too. The feeling was mutual.
This was torture, and I was losing my mind.
“Back off,” I said, my voice weak and barely audible.
He leaned in. “Say it like you mean it.”
My breath hitched when his hand began crawling up my skirt. His fingers teased my inner thighs, his eyes still locked on my face as if savoring the change in my expression.
“Karik…” I murmured, trembling beneath his electric touch.
Telling him to stop was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.
His hands climbed higher and higher, drawing air from my lungs. “Stop fighting it. I know you want me.”
You’re right. I want you so badly.
“Oh…” I exclaimed softly, flinching at his fingers on my underpants. “This is wrong. You should stop,” I whimpered, trembling.
My panties were soaked already, and I was embarrassed that he’d find out.
“You say one thing, but your body tells me another,” he teased, running his fingers along my wet panties.
I was torn between my own desires and the fear of getting laid by my oppressor. My body stiffened when he shifted my panties and slid his finger inside me.
“This is harassment,” I said amidst moans, my eyes wide with lust.
“Is it, though?” he asked, dipping his finger deeper inside my wet pussy.
I jerked, letting out a broken breath.
“Last time I checked, you’re my wife.”
He withdrew his hand and raised his fingers for me to see.
They were coated in my juice, thick and sticky.
He smirked at me, rubbing his thumb against his wet index and middle fingers. “You’re horny. There’s no shame in that.”
I locked my jaw. “Fuck you, Karik.”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Why stop at saying it when you can do it?”
His husky voice and that sexy look of his fanned the burning flames within me. My heart was on fire, and I was shivering like I’d caught a fever.
I knew I should’ve walked away sooner.
Now I was trapped, desperate to feel his hands on me. The urgency was driving me crazy. And the longer I held his gaze, the more vulnerable I became.
You know what? Fuck this.
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled his head toward mine. “Fuck me.”
He flashed that hot smirk again. “As you wish.”
Seconds later, our heads collided in a heated kiss that left us breathless. I shed his jacket and tossed it aside, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his undershirt.
His lips devoured mine with the hunger of a man who’d been starving for a long time. His strong arms wrapped around my waist, his boner grazing against my dress.
He pressed me against him, making sure I felt the hardness of his erection. By now, I’d already lost every sense of reasoning and control. All that was left in my head was this insatiable craving for his cock.
His buttons weren’t coming off, so, fueled by my desperation, I ripped the damn things apart, and they splattered noisily across the floor. My hands began caressing his bare skin, feeling the toughness of his flesh and the jagged edges of his scars.
His hands went around my back and found my zipper. With a single pull, he unzipped my dress all the way down.
Karik lifted me into the air like I weighed nothing and carried me over to his table. He set me down and spread out my legs while kissing my lips.
I kissed him back, basking in the heat spreading across my body. I tugged at the top of my dress, pulling my hands out of the short sleeves.
My red lacy bra came into view. With a practiced move, I slipped my hands behind my back and unhooked it effortlessly. It slid down my body, revealing my average-sized breasts.
He broke our kiss for a moment, his eyes dropping to my chest, his hands already finding my tits. I reached for the waistband of his pants and pulled him closer. He lowered his head, took his shirt off, and sealed my lips with another fervent kiss.
I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped.
He squeezed my breasts with the tender touch of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. Tongues invaded our mouths as our heads danced to the rhythm of our passion.
I leaned in, dipping my hand into his pants. His cock was hard as a rock. And after I gave it a few gentle strokes, Karik released a deep, throaty groan.
I liked it—that husky, masculine voice.
I withdrew his shaft and began rubbing it, focusing more on his cap. My fingers smeared his precum over his length as a makeshift lube. And I reveled in his low growls.
His hands left my breasts and settled on my lap. He teased my inner thighs while kissing and groaning in my mouth. The kiss intensified as he simultaneously fingered my pussy.
I arched my back in response to his touch, cold shivers sprinting down my spine. His fingers grasped the waistband of my panties, and he yanked them off with a single sweep.
He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer while I positioned his cock outside my entrance. He held my gaze for a split second, as if seeking permission before taking me.
“What’s the matter? Having cold feet?” I teased, holding his gaze like a challenge.
His lips curled into a mischievous smirk. “I never have cold feet.”
“Then prove it.”
He lifted my thighs, his cock penetrating my pussy. I threw my hand around his neck for support as he began slamming into me. His strokes were slow at first, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of it.
“Oh, my God,” I purred softly, my fingers closing around the edge of the table.
He held my gaze, his hips grinding against mine. With each passing second, the rhythm picked up and the intensity built. His hands caressed my breasts, possessively tracing my curves and contours.
I tipped my head back, shuddering out a quiet moan as my body responded to his every move.
“You’re going easy on me,” I said. “Don’t.”
He paused.
“I want to meet the monster,” I added. “Release him.”
That did it.
Something in his expression shifted, dark and primal. He grabbed me by the waist and raised my leg, his cock driving into me with relentless strokes.
“You like that?” he growled.
“Fuck yes!”
He pulled my hair, forcing my face to dart toward the ceiling, while he smashed my pussy real good. My breasts bounced up and down as he hit me hard, his hips grinding recklessly.
His fingers clasped around my neck, his deep kiss concealing my moans. He pushed me back, and I lay sprawled over the table, legs spread apart. He gripped my waist, his movements becoming faster and rougher.
Each thrust was deep and harder than the last, leaving me completely unraveled. I threw one hand into my hair, and with the other, I gripped the table’s edge.
He didn’t stop. He kept ramming me with vigorous, unforgiving strokes. I cried out, nearly breathing his name, but luckily, I didn’t.
His pace quickened, each surge leaving me breathless and wanting more. He raised my hip slightly for better penetration, his cock hitting my G-spot.
My face contorted in pleasure, a wave of ecstasy crashing against me. He drove into me harder and deeper, his groin slapping against mine. Liquid fire flowed through my body, consuming me from the inside out.
I whimpered, arching my back in response to his relentless surges. My eyes rolled backward, my legs trembled in the air, and my toes curled in oblivion.
His primal growl signaled his arrival, and soon, he snapped, filling me with his load. A strange warmth spread across my body as I released a satisfied sigh. My fingers combed through my hair, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.
He pulled out, breathless as he sat on the nearby couch.
The air was thick with the smell of my arousal mixed with traces of sweat. In the silence that followed, the reality of what I’d just done began weighing on me.
Guilt slowly crept in, reminding me of what a grave mistake this was. I’d crossed a line, and it could cost me a lot more than just my dignity.
Ashamed of myself, I got off the table and got dressed while he watched in silence. I slipped my panties back on, adjusted my gown, and headed out.
At the door, I stopped and glanced back at him. He was exactly as composed as he was before any of this.
I hated him.
But I hated myself even more.
“This changes nothing,” I said, walking out of his study.
I came in horny as fuck.
I left satisfied and drowning in guilt.
The corridor was cool and quiet, and I kept a steady pace all the way back to my room. My legs were shaking, and my heart was racing as I muttered the same phrase over and over: “This changes nothing.”
I moved in silence, my head bowed, with one question lingering on my mind.
What if it happens again? Will I be able to resist?
I claim this changes nothing.
But what if it already has?