23. Lennie
Lennie
I shut the door firmly and watch the security camera feed by the door to make sure Adeline exits safely.
The TV is off and the living room is quiet when I step back through.
“Elijah?” I call out.
Albert’s already curled up on the couch, not moving.
“Babe?”
I was only at the front for a second, but the kitchen’s empty too. The bedroom light is off and the moment I step into the room, my eyes are covered.
“Elijah!” I stumble backward into his chest.
He pulls a silk cloth over my eyes.
“I told you not to answer the door pant less, Leonora.” His voice skitters over my skin.
He ties me up sometimes, but I’ve never been blindfolded before.
“I told you once before there would be consequences,” he purrs darkly.
“C-consequences.” My belly tightens, though.
He rips my sweatpants and undies down, cold air hitting me.
“I’m sore,” I say with a bit of desperation.
He slaps my pussy and I gasp. What. The. Fuck. Fingers grip my hip as he tugs me to his chest. “And?”
My stomach clenches, my skin warming.
Elijah pushes me forward, his hands never leaving my hips. I yelp when I think I’ve tripped, but I’m thrown onto the mattress. The bed’s been stripped, my hand failing to curl into a flat sheet tucked in tight. When the fuck did he have time to remove the duvet?
“Wait,” I cry out when he positions my body. Cold steel bites into my wrists. I’m pulled forward, my arms in front of me as he ties my wrists to the bed frame.
“Press your cheek against the bed,” he orders. “Ass up.”
I bend my body so my cheek is against the silk sheet. My knees spread, but my toes touch, and my ass is on display.
“Elijah,” I mumble when I hear him unzip his pants. The bed shifts and he’s there, his hand crushing my chest against the mattress.
“Sometimes I think you want to get in trouble, Leonora. I think you enjoy pushing me. Teasing me.”
“No,” I lie. He knows it too, because he slaps my ass. I jerk forward, but he pulls my hips back, rubbing my skin. Then his fingers swirl across my ass cheek. Skimming down and over and. . .
Some unintelligible noise comes out of me.
One finger gently outlines my folds. “Is that why you opened the door without any pants on?”
“It was my sister.”
His finger pushes into my cunt. “I should tease you,” he says, his thumb circling my clit. “And keep you from coming.”
I wiggle my ass and his dark low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine.
His finger pumps in and out. He adds another and I rock back, wanting and needing the friction.
“Your pussy is needy.”
His fingers remain at a frustratingly steady pace. Another lightly traces my clit.
I don’t want to be teased into madness. “Elijah, please.”
“Please what?”
“Your cock. I want your cock.”
“You’re making demands after defying me?”
That’s a tad dramatic. “I didn’t defy you,” I huff.
He removes his fingers, teasing my pussy. He spears his fingers into my mouth and I gag, tasting myself on him.
“What was that, Leonora?”
I moan around him, trying to rock my hips back again.
His hand rests on my back, stopping my movements.
He cups my pussy and I do everything I can to move my hips. To get friction. In response, he takes his hand, smearing the arousal on my upper thighs. “You’re sopping wet.”
“Elijah!”
I’m silenced when he pushes three fingers into me. One hand grips my hip, not allowing me to move. His rhythm is the only thing I grasp onto as my body pleads for him.
Just as suddenly as I feel the wave, he removes his hand.
“Please don’t,” I cry, asking for mercy.
He kisses my shoulder, his fingers working me up again. But every time I tense, his movements ebb and I’m left desperate and aching.
“Please.” I squeeze my eyes shut behind the mask. I want to touch him. I want to feel him. I’m bent over, but my body is presented to him and I want him to use it. “I, I want to come.”
His fingers curl inside me and my lips part when he hits a delicate spot.
“Please!”
“Why should I let you come?” he asks, removing his fingers.
“I said please.”
He slaps my pussy before thrusting his fingers in my cunt, his thumb rubbing my clit. I can’t breathe as I clench around his fingers.
“You greedy, little thing,” he chuckles, spreading my arousal. “Ask for it.”
“Please, I need your cock.”
He pushes just the tip inside.
“Please. . .”
He drives all the way in and groans. “You take my cock so well, Leonora.”
I think I might whimper.
“You fuck me up every time.” His thrusts become harder and faster. “Every fucking day the sight of you makes me want to come. This fucking body was made for me. It’s mine. My scar, my heart, my fucking cunt. Right, Lenora?”
“I want to touch you.”
He pushes my chest into the bed and denies the request. But I’m clenching around him. It spurs him on, rougher and faster before he comes inside me.
Relaxing, he leans into me but keeps most of his weight off me.
“I wanted to touch you,” I whine. I slide slightly onto my right hip, my arms still chained to the headboard.
He runs a hand down my spine. “I suppose we can’t always get what we want.”
This man. He’s always got to prove a point.
His hands don’t stop touching me. He wraps an arm around my waist, kissing my hip. He rains down kisses along my skin as he moves up.
My arms relax in relief and I turn fully onto my side. Carefully, he pulls the mask from my face, kissing my nose and kissing my scar.
I trail a hand over his abs, loving the feel. He fucks me up just as much as I fuck him up. I want to be near him all the time. To touch him and taste him.
He presses a kiss on the top of my head like he hears my thoughts.
With his arm around me, I could stay here forever.
But instead, Elijah gets up, turning on the bathroom lights. I follow slowly, sequestering myself in the small toilet room. The shower is running when I step out, Elijah bidding me to him.
Later, I fall back onto the bed, dragging a fuzzy throw blanket up my body. I’m completely spent and ready to cuddle for hours until dinner.
But I can’t.
“What are you doing?” Elijah asks when I sit up.
As much as I love Elijah’s, a sudden swell of homesickness hits me. It’s a thirty-minute train ride away, but I need my house. I need to eat snacks prepared by my mom, do some laundry, and check in on Dad.
“I’m going to go home.” I scoot to the edge of the bed and search for my socks. “I think this afternoon turned into a much more serious day than it meant to.”
“Home?” Elijah asks.
Adeline’s conversation weighs heavily on me.
I pause my dressing and stand there for a second, fidgeting with a sock. “I need to go home and talk to my mom.”
“I should go with you.”
“No,” I snort. Best to tackle it by myself first. Especially considering Elijah’s not welcome in my house in the first place. I hop as I put on my remaining sock and then smack a kiss on his forehead.
He tries to grab my waist but I dodge. “Text me when you get home safe,” he requests.
I shoot him a cheeky grin, hoping the false confidence will linger. “As if Ivan doesn’t keep you updated on my whereabouts?”
“He’s lucky I didn’t fire him after he let you run off to a sex club with your friends.”
“Please,” I call over my shoulder. “You and I both know you love Ivan too much to ever let him leave.”