Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Ella
SPINE - WesGhost
“ L et go,” I pant. It’s not from the short run.
My breaths are ragged because of the man who needs minimum effort to turn me on. They were only a few words, but they kept me shifting on the spot for an entire hour.
My order—or plea—doesn’t even register with him.
He’s got a grip on my hip, and with the hand in my hair, he’s holding my face against the door. It’s not violent, but it’s firm, nonetheless. He’s not hurting me, just making me feel who’s in control.
“Chris.” I struggle in vain, but I don’t stop. “If you care about me like you keep saying, let go. I know you. You like me safe. I don’t feel safe right now.”
His presence is intense behind me. It’s impossible not to feel vulnerable when a man his size holds you against your will.
“Don’t be so na?ve, Sweets. You know there’s more to it.” Pressing his lips against the top of my head, he inhales me before straightening again. “There’s nothing better than putting you back together after I break you.”
“Please,” I squeak. The mix of lust and fear is not a convenient cocktail. If the next class is so soon, we could get caught. My reputation is already getting worse every day. This will be social suicide. “Please, not here.”
“We’re slowly getting somewhere, aren’t we?” God, even the voice of his monster is so soft. It’s deeper, more dangerous, but the violence is undeniably elegant. “We went from you not wanting me to touch you, to you not wanting me to touch you in this room. A little more and you’ll be screaming my name.”
I hate when he does that. When he points out the way he pushes through my defenses.
It’s impossible to shake my head. “Please. This is wrong. I can’t be that girl. I’m begging you.”
“You’re right. Isn’t it so wrong that I’m going to use any occasion of Megan turning her back to run to you and make you come on my dick? To drag you with me down the spiral of infidelity?”
“You can’t do that?—”
It’s so quick there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. He flips up my uniform skirt and slaps my ass cheeks. One after the other.
“I can do anything I want, Ella. You’re an Aphrodite.”
My stomach drops. “Is that how you see me now?”
“I see you as the woman who told me I’d never have her again, and who’s going to eat her words. Now keep quiet while I make you feel good. It’s my favorite pastime.”
I open my mouth. Maybe to insult him, maybe to scream. I’m not sure and neither is he, so he doesn’t take a risk and slams his hand over my mouth.
“Do you know what I want to do to you when you don’t listen? Punish you. Would ramming my cock down your throat until you’re too sore to call for help do the trick?”
Heart slamming against my chest, I whimper behind his hand as I attempt to shake my head in his grip. Here he is, the demon that hides underneath. The man no one ever sees.
“There is not a place in this world where you’re going to escape me, Ella. Do you understand?”
He delicately puts his hand between my legs as he kicks them apart with his foot. When he pushes my panties to the side, my mind goes blank.
“Because I can not only use you as a whore at the temple, but I can also make you my dirty little secret on campus. We’ll hide it well, don’t worry. We wouldn’t want Megan to find out. And we both know your reputation means everything to you.”
Inhaling sharply through my nose, I don’t even know how to react. So I stay still and stop forcing back against him.
Sensing my compliance, he pulls his hand away from my mouth, calmly putting it between my shoulders, his other still cupping my pussy. He won’t let me turn around.
“You’re going to play along. Aren’t you, Sweets?” Two fingers spread wetness from my entrance to my clit, and when he presses against the nub, my mouth falls open. “We’re going to be discreet, don’t worry. She won’t catch us.”
“I can’t do this— Oh fuck. ” He pushes a finger inside me, cutting my thoughts short.
“Can you see your desk from here?” he asks, moving his finger in and out at a teasing pace.
I nod, but that makes him tighten his grip on my hair.
“Come on. You know the drill. Give me words. ”
“Y-yes,” I pant.
“Sweets,” he scolds, but it’s gentle. “Yes, what?”
“Please,” I moan. “Oh my god, please, don’t. I’m so scared someone will come in.”
I feel my entrance stretch when he adds a second finger. “Why does that make you so wet?”
My heartbeat is pounding so hard I’m afraid it’s going to knock against the old wooden door. What if someone catches us?
He moves torturously slow, my wetness practically leaking out of me, and my eyes flutter shut as he talks in my ear.
“Who takes care of you, Sweets? Who makes you wet? Who keeps you safe? Who will fight through everything for you?”
“Fuck…fuck…” I pant. “You do…” I hate myself for admitting that, but it feels so good and reassuring that a sense of relief washes over me as it resonates. “You do, Daddy.”
“That’s right, baby. Now, let’s try again. Do you see your desk?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, fucking me a little faster with his fingers. “I’m a man of my word. So I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to let me fuck you on your desk like I promised, won’t you?”
“Oh God, yes…yes.”
“Atta girl. But because you tried to make this hard on us, I’ll just remind you of your place, okay?”
He slows down, easing out more pleasure I’m desperate to hold on to. But then his hands leave me completely, and I release a whimper. I’m the one keeping myself flat against the door now, and my brain liquifies when he says. “Crawl to your desk.”
How can a man make you moan without touching you?
He helps me turn around to face him. There’s something reassuring about seeing his amber eyes again. They warm me from the inside out, make me feel loved when he treats me like a toy.
I’m safe with him, aren’t I?
His hand slips under my skirt and he lowers my sodden panties until they’re around my knees.
“Before I have to repeat myself, baby. Come on.”
I’m not safe. My heart isn’t safe. My reputation isn’t safe. My life isn’t safe. But the illusion of safety works for me.
I drop to my knees like a supplicant before their god. I comply like the sex slave the Silent Circle wants to make me. But none of them can make me do the things Christopher Murray can.
No one will ever get the worship I have toward him. When my mind forgets, my body doesn’t. And when I refuse to accept it, he makes sure I remember why everything is better when he’s around.
Flipping my skirt up, he exposes me.
The fear of someone coming in?
The shame of being the other woman?
The threat of my life blowing up to pieces?
It’s all worth it when I crawl to my desk and feel his gaze glued to my pussy.
“Ella,” he sighs, almost like he tried to resist and gave up. “How in the world do you expect me to stay away from you?”
The need in his voice somehow makes me more desperate for him. This shouldn’t be so rewarding. With the underwear around my knees, it’s harder to move, but he’s patient, following me closely, stopping when I stop.
He helps me up and hoists me onto the desk before fisting my panties. Dragging them down my legs, he puts his free hand at the back of my head. His eyes drink me in, liquid poison filling him up.
“Open.”
I do. And I let him shove my wet panties in my mouth.
“We can’t have anyone waiting outside hearing you come on my dick.”
Checking his watch, he grunts, undoing his belt. “I don’t like rushing, but I don’t want anyone to see you like this. So beautiful and needy. That’s only for me, isn’t it?”
I nod like the wanton woman he made me, already trembling when he grabs my hips.
He pulls me to the edge of the table and lines himself with me.
My eyes widen when I feel the tip of his dick against my entrance.
“ Condom ,” I try to say, which I can’t, of course.
I go to take the panties out of my mouth, but he grabs one hand, and then the other, in one tight grip. He pulls me closer with the hold on my hip, my joint hands against my chest…and pushes inside me.
This man is stupid big. The kind I couldn’t have imagined before I met him. And I haven’t slept with him in almost a year.
I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head as I feel myself stretch. He’s barely in and I’m already struggling to breathe through the tightness.
“Chris!” My mumbled complaint doesn’t mean anything to him.
“You wouldn’t be trying to tell me what to do, right? You do know this pussy belongs to me. You know I fuck it however I want.”
When he pushes deeper, my whole body tenses.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you struggle to take me?”
My slickness welcomes him, but it doesn’t change the fact that my body and his shouldn’t ever mix. It feels unnatural, and it adds to the ache still present from yesterday.
“Take a deep breath through your nose, Sweets.”
It’s a weak breath, but it starts to help.
“Atta girl, and another one. There you go?—”
He thrusts deeply, making me shriek behind the gag. I release my breath, my lungs shaking, and he drops his forehead on mine.
“Look at you, taking Daddy so well. Why would you try to withhold this from us?”
He’s unmoving inside me, giving my body time to adjust. I think I might need forever. Pulling back slightly, he pushes back in. He does it again and again, a little quicker every time, drawing more wetness from me as moans break free from my throat. And the second he hears them, he stops holding back.
His thrusts push the desk forward while I drown in pleasure, and I don’t even startle when it hits the wall. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he starts rolling his hips.
“Put your arms around my neck. Don’t try to take the panties out.”
Releasing my wrists, he presses his thumb against my clit, and I wrap my arms around him. He strokes me slowly, his voice strained when he says, “We’re running out of time. If you don’t come, I’m going to sneak into your room tonight and eat you until your roommates hear how sorry I am to have left you wanting.”
I feel myself squeezing and pulsing around him as I barrel toward ecstasy, my moans growing louder and getting stuck in my mouth.
I want to scream his name and hold him. To feel him even closer than he is right now. As my body trembles from the explosion of pleasure, he pounds harder, strokes my clit more firmly, and at the last second, he pulls the panties out. He comes inside me with a low grunt.
I’m shaking from the strength of my orgasm that mixed with the fear of getting caught.
His lips are about to crash against mine and panic takes over me. Letting go of him, I fall back against the wall, and he misses my mouth.
Eyes narrowing just slightly, his hands wrap around my small waist. Sometimes I think, if he didn’t hold himself back, he could break me in half with those powerful hands. Sometimes…I think I want him to.
“You just denied me your lips,” he observes almost coldly.
“Somehow a kiss feels worse than meaningless sex,” I rasp. He pulls out of me, the feeling of emptiness making my heart ache. “It feels like cheating a second time.”
He cages my face between two strong hands on my cheeks. Does a bird locked in a cage even see the bars? Or does it suddenly realize it can’t fly away anymore? I can never tell when exactly Chris takes control over me. When he starts imprisoning my mind. I just know it’s too late when I understand.
“Do you think it’s meaningless sex when I fuck you, Sweets?” One of his hands comes to play with the seashell pendant in the hollow of my neck. The one that says I’m an Aphrodite for the Silent Circle.
I struggle to swallow. Butterflies erupt in my stomach no matter how much I try to lapidate them with reality.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s nothing. We’re nothing. And this will be the first and last time it happens while you’ve got a fucking girlfriend. Fuck. A fucking fiancée. ”
“Language.” Apparently he’s more worried about my cursing than his fiancée.
He pulls something out of his pocket, but it’s too small for me to see. Hooking his fingers on my lower teeth, he drags a groan out of me as he pries my mouth open and puts whatever he’s holding on my tongue.
My taste buds tingle as the sweetness makes me salivate.
A love heart candy.
Still not letting go of my mouth, he lowers his lips to my ear. “I wasn’t wearing cologne yesterday.” My eyes flutter shut as my heart stutters. “Now that you know it’s not the first time, believe me when I tell you it’s not the last.”
He finally lets go of me, leaving me panting from shock.
Zipping up his dress pants, he stuffs my panties in the pocket. And then he takes his time helping me off the desk, combing his fingers through my hair and ensuring I look decent.
“We’re everything,” he finally says. “We’re all that matters. And when things get out of control, I want you to remember that.”