Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Ella
One Of The Girls - The Weeknd
“ D o you remember initiation night?”
A shiver runs down my spine, and I look up into his eyes. We’re in the bedroom, and the only thing standing between me and him are my satin robe and the towel around his waist now that he’s showered.
I’m struggling to talk because my brain still feels full of all the things he admitted to me. Some helped, some made everything worse…none made me text my brother to cancel everything he must currently be putting into place.
“Sweets.” He brushes my cheek with his knuckles. His skin on mine feels so good. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” I can’t hide the eagerness in my voice.
“You were blindfolded.”
I gulp. “I was.”
“But you know who it was who fucked you. You know who made you ride that toy and made you come countless times. Who was it? ”
I can barely stand still, dying to press my legs together. “You.”
“Take a deep breath and try again.”
I do as I’m told and speak on the exhale. “It was you, Daddy.”
A low grunt of approval sounds from his chest. “Good girl.” He undoes his towel, letting it fall to his feet. “Kneel. Use the towel for your knees, I don’t want you to hurt.”
I think about it for a few seconds, and he doesn’t insist, letting me take my time. There’s something inside me that wants to let go. It’s fighting against the knowledge of everything he did. Is this the last time I’m going to submit to the man I love?
I look into his eyes, then let my gaze roam down his handsome face, his strong body. I feel minuscule facing him, neck craning until I’m staring down at his hard dick in front of me. Another couple of seconds, and I fall to my knees. I don’t know what happened, I just did it.
It really could be the last time.
“Open your mouth, baby. I’ll be gentle.”
The care in his voice makes me melt, and I open my mouth.
“Show me your tongue.”
I do, and let him push his tip against my tongue, sliding until he’s inside my mouth and stretching my lips.
“That’s it, relax for me,” he murmurs as he pushes deeper.
He’s quickly hitting the back of my throat, and I pull away slightly before he can make me choke. He lets me do that a couple of times before putting a hand in my hair.
And that’s when all my previous thoughts disappear. This. This is what I want right now. Him, taking over my body and soul .
“I want you to take me as deep as you can and then hold me there for a few seconds.”
Tears prickle my eyes as I hold him at the back of my throat. I pull back, licking his entire length hungrily, and take him in again. A groan of pleasure leaves him, and he pushes farther in.
“Swallow me…there you go. That’s my pretty girl. Looking so perfect, drooling around my dick.”
I moan around him, his words my undoing. My core clenches around nothing as I suck him harder.
Pulling his length from my mouth, saliva keeps us connected. “Fuck. You’re going to make me come. Here, get up.” I take the hand he offers and let him guide me to the bed.
“I’m going to put you in a position, and you’re going to stay exactly like I put you, do you understand?” As he asks, he turns me around so I’m facing the bed and he’s standing behind me.
He bends me over until my upper body is flat against the mattress, and he presses a hand between my shoulder blades while the other comes between my legs.
Sliding his fingers over my entrance, he runs them up to my clit, then back. The light touches already have me quivering.
“Do you understand?” he repeats again.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.
“If you listen, and you behave, I’m going to make you feel very good. But you have to promise to be a good girl for me. Can you do that?”
His hand keeps going. Two fingers dragging from my entrance to my clit, my clit to my entrance, pointing out how wet I’m getting with every stroke.
“Spread wider.” I move my feet across the floorboard, spreading my legs, and he caresses me from my shoulders to my lower back, making me arch for him.
“Daddy, please,” I sigh as desire completely takes over. “Please…”
“What is it?”
He does it again, pretending he’ll push his fingers inside me, but stopping just before he does.
“I need you…I need you inside me.”
“You do? How badly?”
“So much…oh my god, Daddy, please.” Bordering on delirious, I push back against him, and a slap lights my ass cheek on fire.
“I was going to be nice if you stayed in position, but you keep trying to force my fingers inside you.”
“I’m sorry,” I pant.
“Now, I won’t be so nice.”
He doesn’t even give me time to take my next breath because his dick is already pushing roughly inside me.
I cry out, feeling myself stretch around him. The burn is delicious, and moan after moan flees from my lips as I adjust to how he fills me.
“T-too deep,” I squeak, barely able to breathe as he buries himself inside me.
“But you’re going to take it for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper and nod mindlessly.
“Yes,” he growls. “You look absolutely gorgeous when you take me deep. When you push yourself past what you can take for me.”
The praise sends another wave of pleasure through my body.
“I can feel you getting wetter. You like to suffer for me, don’t you? ”
His thrusts become more powerful, and he pulls back only to come back in harder.
“Do not come, Ella,” he commands.
“What?” I let out between a gasp and a moan. “I need to…”
“You’re going to hold back for me and show me how pretty you are when you’re not given what you want.”
When he pulls out, I feel myself tremble, and like I’m being punished, he cups my pussy with his hand.
“No,” I cry out. “Please.”
“Breathe. Daddy knows best, and you’re going to listen, aren’t you?”
I try to, but I was so close to coming, I could cry. I don’t want to cry any more today.
“Breathe, calm down, and I’ll fuck you again.”
I do my best to take a breath through my nose and release it through my mouth.
“Good girl.” The tip of his dick pushing inside me accompanies his words, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He goes slowly this time, rolling his hips with a perfect, sensual rhythm mixed with power. It’s not long until I’m squirming under him again, and the closer I get, the slower he goes, until he stops completely.
“Oh my god, please .”
“We’ll get there, don’t worry. Settle down.” He slaps my ass cheeks, one after the other, and I grunt into the pillow.
Then he grabs my hips and flips me over, forcing me legs around his waist. Pushing inside me again, he looks into my eyes as he takes me to the edge, pulling out until I relax. And again, staying deep inside me until I’m attempting to move back against him.
“Daddy,” I whine .
“What a beautiful girl,” he pants, thrusting in and out of me. “Keep looking at me. There you go. Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you all mine now?”
“Yes…yes.” I’m losing my sanity at the idea of finally being able to give my body the release it needs.
“Show me how beautiful you are when you come. Make sure you keep your eyes on me.”
“Fuck!” I scream, bringing my hand to my lips to bite into my plan, my other fists the sheet as I push hard against him.
Wrapping a hand around my wrist, he pulls my arm away from my face, pinning it to the bed. He thrusts without mercy until I hear him reach his peak, folded over my body and grunting in my ear. I feel his pounding heart against my chest as he stays like this for a minute. I revel in it.
He only pulls away to dig his whiskey eyes in mine.
“Ella,” he rasps. “Everything is going to be okay. You have my word. I love you.”
My eyes flutter shut, and my heart skips several beats from all those butterflies taking so much space in my body.
Why does his word mean so much to me? Maybe because he always keeps his promises.
He promised to make me his again, no matter what, and he did.
He promised he’d always protect me, and he did.
And if he promises everything is going to be okay…then maybe it will?
We both lie in bed after he runs to the bathroom and brings back a cloth to clean me up. My head is on his chest since I can’t get enough of hearing his heartbeat, and I look into the rest of the room when I say,
“I don’t want to marry you. ”
He brings his hand to my hair, caressing me while he takes a few seconds before answering.
“There will be no wedding until you’re ready. We don’t need to be married, but you will be promised to me in front of the Circle. You will get a Hera’s necklace from me, and you will put a new signet ring on my finger.”
“I hate the Circle,” I murmur.
“Me too. But it’s better to be part of it than not. It offers more protection.”
My eyes are heavy, but I feel him move under me. “You need water,” he says as he gets up. “I’ll get some for you. I also have to make a quick call to my mom. I haven’t had time to get news from my dad today.”
He grabs a pair of boxers, and I ogle his perfect ass as he walks out of the room. Once he’s left, my eyes catch the clothes on the chair next to the door. The pants of his suit are hanging from the back of it, and curiosity gets the best of me. For months, I’ve been wondering what he keeps in his pocket, and I finally get to have a look.
I dig into the left one, but there’s nothing there. When I check the other pocket and finally grab and pull out what feels like a hard sphere, my stomach flips.
A pearl.
That’s what he plays with in his pocket every time he’s calming himself down. A small pearl, like the ones he gave me to make necklaces to help me cope with anxiety.
“Christopher Murray, you’re something else,” I chuckle to myself.
I walk back to the bed, getting under the covers. But I can’t help it. I want to know what else he hides. I want to know what other things I can discover about him.
I turn to my side and open the drawer of the nightstand, and a gasp escapes me as I see the pile of pearl necklaces .
“What the hell?”
I take them out by the fistful, putting them next to me on the bed, and I count them. Sixty-eight. Sixty-nine, if I include the one that isn’t finished.
Why does he have so many of them?
“I put a pearl on a necklace every time I thought of you since our breakup.”
My head snaps up from the necklaces. I’m caught red-handed.
“There are 4,122 pearls. That’s about twice a day since I broke up with you.”
I sit straighter, the need to kiss him flaring inside me. How could he hide something so beautiful from me?
But then he takes a deep, trembling breath, and I feel his composure failing.
“Chris, are you okay?”
“I need you,” he croaks, tears building in his eyes. “Every day of my fucking life I need you.”
I stand from the bed, wrapping the robe around me.
“What is it?” I lift onto my toes, dropping a soft kiss on his lips and putting a hand on his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t have time to call my mom. The hospital called me.”
My heart drops before the news does.
“My dad. He’s dead.”
I put a cup of steaming hot coffee in front of him, and check I have everything in my bag.
“I really need to go.” His voice is vacant.
“I know. I’m just checking I’ve got your phone and everything. ”
“I don’t want to go,” he adds. I’ve never heard or seen him so frail. I’m worried he’s going to fall the second he stands up.
We’re about to leave to go to his mom’s house to tell her the news. Earlier tonight, this man was everything I hated. And now I want to be the person he relies on to keep going.
“I just need to make a quick phone call,” I explain. “Drink your coffee. It’s going to be a long night.”
I don’t wait for his answer. I run up the stairs with my phone and call Luke the second I’m hiding in the bedroom.
“Call it off,” I say as soon as he picks up, panting from dread rather than the run.
“ What? ”
“Call everything off. I need more time with Chris… I changed my mind. I don’t know. But call it off.”
I want to scream that I’m in love. That this was the biggest mistake I ever made. That I would rather the Circle kill me than touch Chris. I want the man who made sixty-nine pearl necklaces because he missed me by my side.
“ Ella— ”
“His dad just died, Luke.”
He pauses for a second. “ That’s the Circle. ”
How could I think for one second that everything would be okay? Of course it won’t. I told my brother to set the Circle on Chris.
Reality crashes into me, fear wrapping itself heavily around me.
“Oh my god,” I whimper. “Call it off .”
“ It’s too late, Els. They’re on their way. ”
And with perfect timing, I hear a commotion downstairs. A window breaking, followed by grunts.
“Chris!” I shout, running down the stairs two at a time. “Wait…wait…leave him alone! ”
My heart is racing, my ears ringing when I get downstairs.
I’m too late. I can hear tires screeching, and all that’s left is the broken mug and coffee spilled all over the kitchen floor.
They’ve got him. They made him weak by killing his dad, and when he was at his lowest…they got him.
And they’re going to kill him.