Chapter 9 A Little Less Control #2
Even when she knocks on the door, he slows, but doesn't stop. "Sorry," he whispers. "Not a good enough reason to take my dick out of your pussy."
"Saige?"
"You better answer her." He takes his fingers out of my mouth. "Make it good, or she's going to find out just how much you love your big brother."
"What…?" I answer, trying to keep my voice steady while Elias slowly feeds me every inch of his cock. In...and out.
In...and out.
My eyes roll back in my head.
"I just wanted to see you for a minute before we leave."
"Get rid of her, or I'm going to tell her she can't see you until after I come."
"I'm sleeping," I tell her, gritting my teeth. "And I'm not dressed."
"Okay…well, do you need anything before I leave?"
Elias buries his cock inside me, moving his hips from side to side, and I bite back another moan. "No…"
"All right. I'll lock the doors, Saige. Make sure you text me. Are you sure you'll be okay? I don't mind coming back if you don't want to be alone."
"Tell her you're going to be choking and shaking on my dick the whole time."
"Saige? Did you say something?"
"No, I have the TV on." Fuck, I'm about to come. "Sorry, I'm just so tired. I don't need anything." In…and out. Fuck. "I'll be fine."
"Okay, I love you."
"Tell her you love being fucked like a whore."
"I love you, too, Mom."
I barely get the words out without screaming.
As her footsteps dissipate down the hallway, I turn, burying my face in the rug, and come hard, shivers of pleasure rolling up my spine while my legs kick up and I writhe beneath him.
Before the front door closes, Elias resumes his punishing pace, fucking me through the orgasm, grabbing my ponytail and pulling my head backward.
Finally alone in the house, I cry out. "Fuck…oh, my god."
"You did so good, Saige," he rasps. "And good girls get to come on my dick while I use their pussies."
"Elias…"
"I know, baby," he says, his hips slamming into my backside. "I know how good it feels. That's why you can't play these fucking games with me—because I need it so fucking bad, and you know you deserve to be fucked like this. Don't you?"
"Yes…"
"Say it."
"I deserve to be fucked like this," I whimper.
Elias groans, pulling my hair harder when he buries himself in my pussy one more time, his dick twitching deep inside me when he fills me with cum.
"Fuck…" His other hand runs down my back before gripping my ass cheek, using it to hold me tighter against him.
"There you go, baby. Take it all, every fucking drop. It's all for you."
He lies on top of me, his dick still inside me, and runs a hand over my cheek. "That was fun," he says. "Part of me wishes I would have left the door unlocked. I want them to know how well you take my dick...and what a good sister you are to me."
"Elias, that's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny," he says. "I'm just so proud of you."
He kisses me, his tongue slipping past my lips, slowly and sensually. I give in, kissing him back, my tongue slowly twisting with his before sucking on his lower lip, just barely closing my teeth around it before letting it go.
"I could kiss you all day." He pulls out and lies beside me on the floor, holding me. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby."
And then it happens again—the shame sets in. I know he's evil; I know this is wrong.
And it's his fault that I'm like this.
"Do you love me yet, Saige?"
I blink back tears. "No."
Not yet.
"That's okay," he says, kissing the top of my head. "I understand if it takes you some time to adjust to this."
I hate the way he says it—like I don't have a say. There's something very wrong with him, too.
"Lucky for you, we have all night tonight to help you get used to it."
My heart stops. Am I really going to spend the entire night here alone…with Elias? "I need to go to the bathroom."
I get up, quickly putting on a new pair of underwear and my sweats, and then go to clean myself up. After washing my hands and my face, I step out into the hallway, staring at my open bedroom door.
And then I decide to go downstairs instead.
I grab a glass from the cabinet, and when I turn to fill it, Elias stands at the other side of the counter, his arms crossed in front of him. At least he's fully clothed.
"Saige, what are you doing?"
"Just getting a glass of water."
"I'm trying to spend time with you. I missed you. Dax told me about your fight with Kira, and the things they were saying to you at the game—"
"I don't want to talk about that."
"Saige, I'm serious."
"I don't want you to be serious. Please, I don't like it. You want to spend time with me? Fine. But please, be less fucking serious, because Elias…you scare the shit out of me."
"I'm not trying to scare you, I just—"
I don't even remember deciding to do it, but I know I don't want to hear whatever he's about to say, so I pull out the faucet hose, hold down the spray button and aim it directly at his face.
Elias stands there, not moving or speaking, until I turn it off. I stifle a laugh as I take him in—the anger in his green eyes, his arms still crossed in front of him while water drips from his hair and down his face.
"I'm sorry," I say, unable to hold back the laughter anymore. "I just really needed you to shut the fuck up."
"You're going to get it."
"No, but I—"
He darts around the side of the kitchen island, and I take off, running toward the living room. "I think this was a misunderstanding!" I yell over my shoulder.
"Yeah, well, I think we'll both understand a little better after I catch you and shove my cock down your fucking throat."
He chases me around the couches a couple of times before vaulting over the top. I scream when he grabs me by the back of my shirt, causing me to fall to the ground, and then quickly scramble away on all fours.
"I've got you right where I want you now…" he says. "Stop crawling and open your mouth, Saige. If you thought I was joking, you seriously underestimated my obsession with you. I'm already rock hard again."
I try to pull myself to my feet, but he kicks my ass, and I fall onto the floor again.
"Whoops, sorry about that," he says. "Anyway, about that mouth…"
I grab a book from the coffee table and throw it at him.
"Goddamn it! What the fuck?"
I get to my feet and run toward the staircase with Elias close behind me. Before I turn the corner, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him.
"That was too easy, you know that?" he says while I struggle against him.
I laugh. "I'm sorry! It was an accident!"
"Accident my ass! You know, I could have caught you in the kitchen if I'd wanted to; maybe next time I'll give you more of a head start. Or maybe I'll grab a knife again." My body stills at the memory. "What's wrong, Saige? Am I scaring you? I thought you liked that…"
I think of the text messages—of how he told me he got off to the idea of mutilating me with a knife…just like my nightmare the other night.
"Saige? You okay, baby?"
A fist pounds against the front door before I can answer.
Shit. They're back.
"Elias…" I whisper.
"It's not them. Why would they knock at their own house? Whoever it is will go away."
"I heard that!" Dax shouts from the other side. "We're definitely not going away, so open the fucking door."
Elias sighs, kissing me on the cheek before releasing me. "We're not done."
When he opens it, Arcadia bounds inside and jumps on me.
"Hope we're not interrupting anything," Dax says as he and Nolan step inside. "Hey, baby."
His voice alone calms me. I cross the foyer, throwing my arms around him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just missed you."
But that's not entirely true. Elias was scaring me.
His gaze burns holes in my back, but I ignore it, squeezing my eyes closed.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" Dax asks. "Should we order pizza?"
"Sounds good to me," Elias says. "The game will be on soon, too."
"Sweet. What do you have to drink?"
The panic I felt minutes ago returns. I know what my relationship with Dax and Nolan is—I understand it. I don't understand anything about what's happening between me and Elias, but I know it's separate. I know it isn't something that's ready to see the light of day.
I don't think I'll ever be ready for it to see the light of day.
I need a drink.
Nolan stands behind me as I remove the cork from a bottle of Merlot. He reaches over me, opens the cabinet above my head, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "Good to see Alex hasn't moved the booze," he says.
The three of them already finished off a six pack and a joint while waiting for the pizza. I sat on the couch with Dax and Nolan, the room dark aside from the television, with Elias in the chair across from us.
We played this game where he pretended he was watching the game instead of me, and I pretended I wasn't staring at his lips each time he took a hit, remembering the way his mouth felt between my legs.
Nolan moves to the other side of the kitchen and pulls out two glass whiskey tumblers.
"Yeah, I guess you've known your way around this house longer than I have." My tone comes out dull, distracted, and of course, he notices. I pour myself a glass of wine and head back to the living room.
"Why don't you take the bottle, Saige? You need to calm down."
He's right. I throw back the contents of the small glass, and then grab the bottle. "Good idea. Thanks."
"What's got you so stressed?"
Elias. His general presence has me stressed; I don't know what I'm supposed to do with him. "Nothing," I lie.
"Mmm…it's something. I can tell. You know you're safe, don't you?"
I nod. "Yeah, I know."
I force a smile before leaving the room and then sit beside Dax, who instantly throws his arm around me and pulls me into his side.
"The whole bottle, huh?" he asks.
I shrug, taking a drink. "It was Nolan's idea."
"Saige is acting weird," Nolan says, his tone playful. After handing Dax a glass, he sits on his other side, much closer than before.
"Is she?"
"No, I'm fine."