Chapter 9 A Little Less Control
a little less control
Saige
"Are you sure you'll be okay here by yourself tonight?" my mom asks.
Their firm takes part in a charity ball in Vancouver every year, and she and Alex always stay the night downtown afterward. In the morning, they're going up to West Pine to talk to the officer in charge of my case again.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I feel safer here than on campus, but I don't want to tell her that. Anyway, I don't want them to cancel their plans because of me—they've been fighting since I got here, and that's because of me, too.
Alex wanted my mom to come with him to watch Elias play the past two nights.
Luckily for me, that didn't happen. But the reason it didn't happen is that she still believes he's the one who attacked me, and she wanted Alex to stay home.
He didn't, and when I came home the other night, I found her crying on the couch, alone in the dark—a scene all too familiar.
Suddenly, I was ten years old again—small, helpless, and wondering if I'd done something wrong.
Only this time, it actually was my fault.
And when I go back tomorrow, this will be just another heavy something weighing me down.
My mom and Alex used to be happy, and now they aren't because of what happened to me.
Alex must not have told her that he saw me with Dax; he hasn't asked me about it either, but he's given me plenty of looks. He went back to watch him again last night after the same fight. Nolan and Dax told me they tied, and that Elias played for about eight minutes and scored once.
"I can stay home if you need me."
"I don't. I'm totally fine. The dorm is just…" I pause, shrugging. "It's loud, and I don't have my own shower. I have to leave the building and brave the rain and the cold just to get something to eat. It's warm here, and the food is better, anyway."
I didn't have to do that shit when I lived in the hostage bunker. It's been hard to get used to.
Or maybe I just miss it.
My phone buzzes against the countertop…again. "Who keeps texting you?"
Elias. "It's just my friend, Kira," I lie.
"All right, I'd better get ready."
"Okay, I'm going to lie down. I hope you guys have fun tonight. I hate that you're fighting because of me."
"It isn't because of you, but I'm sorry you had to hear that. I told myself I wouldn't do that to you again."
"Elias didn't hurt me," I say as she heads for the staircase.
Not like that, anyway.
Mom sighs. "Well, then they'll find the person who did, won't they?"
Nolan is going to kill him, so I hope not.
"Yeah, I hope so."
After her bedroom door closes, I put my dishes in the sink and head upstairs. I leave the curtains open and the lights off, but turn on the television.
Just as my eyes get heavy, my door opens, and Elias steps inside, locking it behind him.
"What are you doing?!" I hiss. "You can't be in here."
"Relax. They didn't even see me come in. I parked behind the garage—I thought they would've left for the fundraiser by now."
"Elias!"
"What? It's not like you left me much of a choice. You won't reply to my texts."
"That's not true. I texted you."
"Yeah, once. Congrats on your win; have fun tonight," he mocks.
"What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong with that is that there's only one way I like to celebrate a win." He sits beside me on the bed, running his fingers along the bare skin just above the waistband of my sweats. "You don't really want me doing that with someone else, do you?"
"I don't care what you do."
"I don't believe you." Elias dips his fingers inside my underwear, finding my clit, and I bite back a moan. My thighs fall apart, giving in for only a moment before I grab his wrist, push him away, and jump out of the bed.
"You can't do this here—you have to get out."
"No."
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"You really want me to go? What are you going to do when I give up and stop fucking trying with you, Saige? I don't think you're going to like it."
"Are you kidding? That'd be a dream come true."
"Really? You want to be in the next room with Dax while I bring other girls home? Because that's how it'll be."
I swallow hard and cross my arms in front of me. "Yeah, I'm fine with that."
"You're fine knowing that after every game, I'm at a party getting my dick sucked and fucked?"
"Just get out of my room, Elias." I turn my back to him and blink back tears.
"You know how many puck bunnies wanted my cock this weekend, Saige?
You should see the way they threw themselves at me, and the things they said to me…
" I feel like my heart is going to fall out of my ribcage.
"What if I told you I couldn't say no to all of them?
That it was just too hard, and I was too fucking hard, and there was this one girl who cornered me when I came out of the bathroom, with her tits spilling out of her top.
She stuck her hand down my pants and wrapped it around my—"
"Stop!" I turn around and shove him hard, but he barely stumbles, and then fucking laughs. "I don't know what's so fucking funny! Get out!" I shove him again. "Get the fuck out of my room! I hate you!"
Elias smiles. "I thought you didn't care, Saige. Why are you crying?"
"I'm not crying!" I'm definitely crying. "I just don't want to hear about how disgusting you are."
"You don't want me to tell you about how good her mouth felt?"
I slam my fists into his chest before he grabs me by the wrists, pinning them behind my back.
"Get off me!"
"No way."
"Why not!? You have plenty of girls throwing themselves at you. Go pretend you love them instead!"
"You really need to calm down. Your mom won't be very happy if she finds us like this."
I struggle against his hold, but it's useless. "Then leave!"
"Would you stop? You're going to hurt yourself. I'm fucking with you. Well, not about the girls throwing themselves at me—that part is true. But I never touched any of them. I wouldn't do that to you. Don't cry, Saige."
"Why are you smiling? Stop fucking smiling; it's not funny."
"You know what I don't think is funny? You running out in the middle of my fucking game…
or hiding out here to get away from me. Now, we've established that you do care who I fuck, so what are you going to do when I stop trying, hmm?
" He releases my arms and then drops to his knees, running his hands up my thighs before sliding my sweats and underwear down my legs. "I don't think you want that."
I don't want that, but I also don't want him…still, I've wondered for a while what his tongue would feel like between my legs. I don't know what's wrong with me.
He pushes my legs apart, and his mouth closes over my clit.
"Elias…" The whisper comes out more like a moan. He runs his tongue over my slit, and I gasp, gripping his hair in my fist. "We can't do this here."
"Yeah, we can. We can do whatever we want." He lifts me by my thighs and then lays me down on my back on the floor. "You just need to keep your fucking mouth shut."
His mouth finds my pussy again, slowly licking me up and down before pushing his fingers inside me. Maybe he's right, and if we can keep quiet, they won't even know. His tongue circles my clit, and I cover my mouth with my own hand before grabbing the back of his head with my other.
Of course, he's good at this, too, and it pisses me off.
"Mmm," he moans. I squirm against him, and he grabs my left thigh, pinning it to the carpet. "Your pussy tastes so good, baby."
I whimper, rolling my hips in circles, riding his face while he eats me and fucks his fingers into me with our parents just down the hall. I hear footfalls on the staircase just before I come apart, holding my breath while my legs shake and my clit pulses against Elias's expert tongue.
I don't think I breathe until he pulls away. I push myself up on my elbows, my cheeks burning but grateful we weren't caught, and then watch Elias pull his shirt over his head and take out his cock, pumping it over me.
"What are you doing?" I whisper.
"I'm going to fuck you, Saige." The hand on my thigh rolls me onto my stomach and then runs up my spine, stopping at the back of my neck and pinning me flat against the rug before nudging against my entrance. "Now, don't move. I want you just like this…."
He groans as he eases his thick cock inside me, and I gasp, my toes curling. "Elias!"
"Fuck, baby," he rasps as he begins rocking his hips into me.
"We're going to get caught…"
"No, we're not. You just have to keep your whore mouth shut if you don't want your mom to know what I'm doing to you in here." He pumps into me harder. "If you don't want her to find out you're a fucking slut for your stepbrother's cock."
He finds a rhythm, fucking me hard and fast from behind. I grit my teeth, trying to keep quiet, but it's too hard, and he shoves his fingers into my mouth.
I gag a little before closing my lips around them.
"There you go, baby," he whispers. "Just suck. That'll give your mouth something else to do while you're dripping and clenching around my dick."
He slaps my ass once, hard enough that the sound of his hand coming down on my skin is louder than the television, and I panic a little.
Hard enough to make me squirm, and he groans before spanking me again, harder this time.
"Don't you ever fucking hide from me again," he growls through clenched teeth.
"After a win, I want you naked, waiting on your knees in my bedroom or hotel room with your mouth open for me.
" He pauses, groaning. "And if we lose, I want you bent over my bed with your ass in the air, waiting for me to leave my fucking handprint on it. You got that?"
My fingers grasp at the rug. I'm so fucking close to the edge, I think I'd agree to just about anything he said.
"I expect a fucking answer, Saige."
"Yes…" I mumble around his fingers.
Footsteps in the hallway pull me back to reality. I reach back, grabbing Elias's arm to get his attention, but even when I dig my nails into his flesh, he ignores me.