Chapter 8
ELOISE
“ I can’t believe you just did that.” I look up at him angrily, trying and get my breath back.
“You had a safeword, you could have used it,” he reminds me, softly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and acting as if this is no big deal.
“I didn’t think I’d have to. I thought you would have figured it out, you’re…
Stop that.” I scold him when he starts to laugh at me.
“There’s nothing funny about this. We have to do something.
” I grip my hair with my hands as his cock remains seated inside me while he lifts his body far enough from mine so he can touch his hands over my skin.
When they stroke across my lower tummy, I shake off the warmth it puts inside me and remind myself that I’m mad at him.
I watch, intrigued as he slowly pulls his cock out of me and when he looks at the blood staining it, he smiles.
“Fuck, that looks good.” Taking his cock in his hand, he starts to pull it through his fist. “You see that? You're mine now, Kitten.” He starts to lower his body down the bed, staring up at me as his head drops between my legs.
“Ren, what are you doing?” I ask nervously. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
“You speak, I’ll listen,” he tells me, as his lips press kisses against my thighs and set off sparks all over my body.
“I…I can’t, that’s too distracting.” I look down and see how intense and focused his eyes are and when he makes a long, slow swipe of his tongue between my pussy lips, I feel my stomach flip.
“Ren. You just…you just came inside me!” I lean forward, watching his tongue circle my entrance.
“And it tastes real fucking good on you.” His breath brushes against my sensitive flesh as he speaks, and when I see the blood on his lips, I’m suddenly reminded of the fact that I’m no longer a virgin.
Whoever this man is, he’s got me acting against all my better judgment.
“You think I was going to take your innocence without getting a taste of it? Here.” He slips a finger inside me, then raises it up to my lips to coat them.
“Taste the mess I made out of you, Kitten.” I surprise myself when I do as he says, sucking at his finger and tasting the metallic tinge that's blended with his salty cum.
“Tell me you like it. Tell me how good it feels to have your pretty, little cunt full of my cum.” He devours my pussy with his mouth, and I feel my hips start to move against him, desperate for more. It’s dirty and wrong, but at the same time, thrilling.
“Fuck, this pussy tastes good. I’m going to mark you inside and out,” he threatens as he kisses his way back up my body, pulling my bra down to release one of my tits and taking my nipple between his teeth.
“I wanna test all your limits.” He grazes his teeth over my areola before sucking at me so hard it stings.
I don’t use the safe word, because the pain makes my sore pussy start to pulse again.
“You just sold your soul to the devil, Pretty girl,” he whispers against my skin as his kisses trail over my neck.
“Ren, if we’re going to do this again…” God, I hope we do this again. “We need to have some precautions in place.” I press my palm into his chest to put some space between us. I can’t seem to think straight when his lips are on me.
“I told you, you say your safe word, and everything stops,” he reminds me with a very serious look on his face.
“I didn’t mean those kinds of precautions.
I’m talking about birth control. I’ve never had to think about it before, the idea of me doing anything like this seemed so…
” I stop talking and look up at him, still unable to believe what just happened.
“I mean, that's if you want to do this again, there's no pressu–”
“Have you not listened to a single thing I’ve said?” He looks at me as if I’m crazy. “Eloise, you're mine now. I warned you of that before we got started.”
“I didn’t know if that was just some kinda foreplay.” I smile awkwardly.
“No, it was a straight up fucking warning that I’m not gonna be hiding in the shadows, anymore.
You summoned me, and now I’m here.” He kisses me again, and before all my senses melt completely, I force him away again.
“Then we need to take measures. I’ll arrange an appointment with my doctor.
Work’s busy at the moment, but I can try and get an extended lunch hour. ”
“You don’t need to do that, I can fix it,” he tells me, distracting me with more kisses as he rests beside me on the bed.
“ You’ll fix it?” I laugh, “And how do you intend to do that?”
“I have a friend who’s a pharmacist; he can fix me up with anything.”
“A dodgy pharmacist buddy?” I show him how unimpressed I am with the idea,
“No, he’s legit. He owns a store on Parr Street. You can go speak to him yourself if you want. Saves you getting an appointment.” He shrugs as his fingers continue to draw delicate patterns over my stomach.
“Can he get the Plan B One-Step, too?” I ask, still unable to believe how stupid I’ve been.
I remember Mary-Ann at work telling me how embarrassed she was having to go into the drug store to ask for it.
Her divorce sent her into a wild phase a few months ago, and she ended up having a one-night stand with a guy from the floor above us.
“Sure.” Ren smiles as I get up out of bed and slide my panties back on.
“Where are you going?” he asks when I start to head toward the kitchen.
“I invited you over for dinner, didn’t I?” I glance over my shoulder playfully, pretending not to be uncomfortable as I continue making my way toward the stove.
“Hey, Eloise.” Ren gets up from the bed, marching toward me, ass-naked with that huge weapon between his legs still standing firm.
“You should know I’ve never done anything like this before,” he tells me, suddenly looking a little embarrassed, himself.
“You're lying, you were far too good at that not to have done it before. You seemed to know my body better than I do.” I stare at him in disbelief.
“Not that.” He swipes his thumb over his lip and laughs. “I mean this, being with someone, eating dinners together, staying over.”
“I never invited you to stay.” I fold my arms cleverly.
“You know what I mean. I’ve never had someone before.
You might have to give me some leeway. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not good with boundaries.
” He leans in like he’s going to kiss me again, but instead, he grips my throat.
“I’m not the kind of guy you date,” he tells me through his teeth as if his own words frustrate him.
“You also told me you're not the kind of guy you have a first experience with. How about we see how it goes? I’ve enjoyed testing my limits with you so far.” What I feel when I’m around this guy is addictive, and I can’t let it get out of control.
I know nothing about him; he’s a stranger to me.
The level of trust I have for him already is worrying.
Katelyn will tell me I’m crazy when I try to explain.
Given how well she knows me, she probably won’t even believe that this happened.
“I’ll test them, but I’d never push. I’m nothing like those other guys that hurt you,” he assures me, gripping my neck tighter.
“I know,” I whisper. I just wish I could figure out how.
“What are we having?” His eyes glance across to the stove.
“Chicken in white wine sauce, I just need to heat it back up,” I tell him.
“Looks like you put in a lot of effort.” His fingers relax and slip down to my chest, squeezing me through my bra and making my pussy pulse.
“It was nothing, really. Just something I threw together,” I lie, because cooking is not something I’m either good at or enjoy.
I don’t even know why I offered to cook, or at least I’m pretending to myself that I don’t.
Deep down, hidden away in my subconsciousness, is the teeny, tiniest chance that I said I’d cook so he would have to come here, into my space.
I liked how it felt having him here last week.
I liked the rush it gave me, and I wanted to feel it all over again.
He dips his finger into the sauce, uses it to paint the side of my neck, then licks it clean, antagonizingly slowly.
“Tastes perfect,” he whispers, lifting me up onto the counter and kissing me some more.