8. Blaise
CHAPTER EIGHT
blaise
She has no fucking clue what she’s in for.
And I don’t fucking care.
I want her.
The red on her lips makes them look so fuckable.
I’m already hard just thinking about how hot they will feel wrapped around me.
Pushing those thoughts away, I adjust myself with my free hand before we walk through the ship's lobby.
The tension between us makes me feel like I‘m vibrating. I glance over to her, catching the way she shifts her legs in a poor attempt to find friction. The motion lets me know she’s just as ready for this as I am.
Silently, we make our way through the maze of floors to my suite. I’m sure on the outside we look like a cute couple after a beautiful evening out. I can only hope once the doors close we ruin the image entirely.
She’s gorgeous...Devastatingly so.
I catch her eye and she gives me a soft smile. The alcohol haze begins to clear in her eyes.
Finally, my door comes into view. I break away from her soft touch and pull my key out to get the door open.
She walks past me and my eyes trail the curve of her plump ass in the dress I picked out for her, causing my dick to jump in excitement.
I close the door and turn to face her. Either this is going to be well received or this will go really bad.
Squaring my shoulders, I clear my throat.
“I am not a man with simple tastes, if you can’t tell.
” I give it a moment for those words to sink in before continuing.
Her silence spurring me on. “I require consent, as you have been drinking all evening. But more importantly, I need your submission. I want to be able to do what the fuck I want and know you’re going to take it like the pretty little Storm you are. Can you do that?”
The silence that follows sets my nerves on edge. My hands twitch to reach out to her but I refrain, knowing this choice has to be hers. A war wages deep behind her gorgeous eyes.
I shoot a prayer to any above listening silently, holding my breath while I resist the urge to touch her.
Her voice is barely above a whisper when she responds. “You know I want you, and I have been sobering up. Consent isn’t the issue. What exactly are you asking for, Blaise? If you’re one of those guys who thinks he’s some big bad dom, then what are the limits you're trying to push?”
The words coming out her mouth stun me, and she continues on, “I am not here to service you. I’m here to be fucked and to get mine too. So, if this is all about you, I’ll see my way out.”
The look on her face tells me how serious she is.
I chuckle, stunned. “Didn’t expect you to know the game. Figured you’d be more…innocent.” Running my hand through my hair, I push on, just trying to get a yes, or fuck, even a maybe at this point.
“To be blunt, I want to tie you up and turn that delicious ass red, see you on your knees, and fuck you so hard you won’t remember anything but me. I can promise you, it’s not just for me to be ‘serviced.’ So, what do you say now, Elodie?”
Her eyes don’t give a single thing away as she stands in front of me chest to chest.
My breath catches, and my dick throbs with need having her this close but knowing I can’t touch her until she agrees to this. I can’t pretend with her.
Her lips tip into a small smirk before she lowers to her knees in front of me, while gathering her hair into a ponytail. I freeze and my heart stops at the sight of her in that tight dress on her knees for me.
Once her hair is secured, she reaches for my belt buckle. Grabbing her hands, I stop her.
“Words, Elodie. Give me your fucking words. You’re killing me, baby. Please,” I grind out between my clenched teeth.
Her hands relax under mine as her head tips back and she looks me in my eyes.
Her expression softens to something so sweet but the words that come out of her mouth give a stark contrast. “Are you going to let me swallow you up, handsome? I’m supposed to be wrecking you, if I’m not mistaken.
So, what are you stopping me for? Is someone so big and bad afraid of a little storm? ”
My mouth dries at her words, and I move my hands off of hers. She sets to work undoing my belt buckle and freeing me from pants.
Springing free, my dick weeps in relief. The head shining for just a moment before she flattens her tongue and licks the arousal up.
I’m fucked.
I am so fucked.
Wrapping one hand around her ponytail and the other under her jaw, I give her a moment to decide how this is going to go.
Instead of slowly working into it, she licks my shaft from balls to tip before taking me to the back of her throat.
“Goddamn, baby,” I groan, feeling her swallow around my length.
Her tongue glides back and forth while she takes my entire length over and over, humming every time I tap the back of her throat.
The pace she’s set is slow and seductive but I need more. Gripping her hair and jaw harder, I set a punishing pace, feeling the way I stretch her throat. The red of her lipstick smears against my shaft as I hold her flush against me, making her swallow me over and over.
Wait...does she not have a gag reflex?
I look down at her and find her eyes looking up at me, drool dripping out the sides of her mouth and breathing out of her nose.
“Goddamn, you really were sent to wreck me.”
She winks and swirls her tongue around me as I pull back, letting her catch her breath.
She releases me with a pop and I take in the red covering my dick from her lips before pushing back in. Her cheeks hollow out around me and I set a punishing pace, using her to bring myself to the brink before pulling her off over and over.
Letting go of her jaw, I pull her up by her ponytail before backing her into the wall.
“Dress off. Now, baby.” I tug on her ponytail one more time before releasing her and backing up.
I undo my buttons one by one, giving her the space to strip.
Without removing her sandals, she slides her straps off her shoulders and shimmies out of dress.
As it hits the floor, the maroon lace comes into view, not hiding anything under it.
I see her dusty pink nipples hard and begging to be touched and my mouth waters.
Slowly, she makes a show of turning around before bending over, giving me a full view while she takes her sandals off.
“It’s off, now what? I’m beginning to feel pretty neglected. How fair is that?” The shy girl exterior has been shed, and a confident and sexy woman stands before me.
“Go to the bed, and bend over. Hands behind your back. I promise you won’t feel that way much longer.”
She arches her brow but doesn’t question me. Crossing the room, she gets to the center of the bed before leaning over and stretching out so that her ass is in the air.
I walk over, trying to not rush being inside of her because I know it will be over before it begins. Without warning, I smack my hand against her left cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. I wait for her to flinch or make a sound but the only thing I heard was the sound of the smack.
I must have missed her little sound, oh well. Let’s try again.
I grin, repeating the motion on the other cheek. The two red handprints stand out against her creamy skin. Seeing my marks makes me feel possessive but I push those thoughts away.
Realizing she’s not made a peep, I grab her ponytail and angle her head back to look at me.
“I’m not hurting you too bad, right?” Worry etches into my features but her face tells a different story.
Her face looks indifferent, and she replies too quickly. “I figured that was just a warm up. Is it supposed to hurt bad? Of course it stings, but that’s a given.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
I stare at my hand prints for a moment.
Fuck, I’m in love.
How the fuck...?
Keeping our eye contact, I yank her ponytail so her back is arched before raining down alternating blows on each cheek, hitting different places then going back over others until her whole ass is red and hot to the touch.
Her pupils dilate as she winces but she holds my eyes the whole time, letting out small breathy moans.
When I stop the onslaught, we’re both breathing heavily. I trail my fingers down the seam of lace to find her soaked. The soft material under my fingers is damp to the touch.
The shock clearly written on my face makes her giggle.
“Yes, I do have a slight pain kink. Sorry I didn’t warn you.” Her words are thick with desire.
Pushing the lace to the side, I run my fingers through her slit, feeling exactly how soaked she is. The hitch in her breath lets me know how bad she needs it too.
My dick throbs to the point of pain with how badly I need to be inside her, but I can't yet.
My fingers find her clit and I slowly rub circles, slowing down and speeding up based on the sounds she makes.
Each one spurs me on as I sink two fingers into her.
Her hips buck up and I let go of the ponytail, sliding my hand to her shoulder blades before applying pressure.
I flatten her against the bed so she can’t move while I fuck her with my fingers, rubbing circles around her clit.
Elodie’s moans get louder and louder as her legs begin to shake and I push harder, trying to make her explode. Her loud moans morph into screams of pleasure. The sounds are my own personal symphony.
It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard.
Her body is so attuned to my touch she peaks, shouting my name as she shatters, thrashing against me as I continue the assault with my fingers and work her through her orgasm.
She begins to sob and beg. Her makeup running down her face and her smeared lipstick do me in. Without even taking my pants off, I pull my fingers out of her and line myself up with her entrance.
I take a breath to regain some composure and give her a moment before I plunge into her, bottoming out against her walls and we groan at the same time.
She feels like heaven and sin wrapped into one, and I know I am ruined.
She is a storm that has consumed me whole, and I now move to her winds.
I can’t give her up, and I fucking won’t.
Her face is twisted in pleasure as she looks back at me, and I know I’m not going to last long.
Gritting my teeth, I try to breath and slow down the tightening of my balls.
“You’re such a pretty little Storm, and you’ve wrecked me, baby. But listen to me good—I am hanging on by a fucking thread. You’re going to cum one more time for me before I let go. Do you understand me?”
She nods her head, moaning before breathlessly responding, “Yes, sir. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Snaking my hand under her body, my fingers find her clit again and I pick up my pace, trying to take her to the edge before I blow. My balls ache with a heavy feeling and I know that I don’t have much longer. I keep thrusting, only slowing when the feeling begins to creep in again.
My fingers rub her faster, slick from how wet she is. Her moans start getting loud again as she shouts, “Oh God, fuck that feels good.”
I keep playing with her clit and use my other hand to grab the ponytail as leverage, pulling her up so that she’s arched, allowing me to hit a different angle. The moment her eyes roll back, I know I’ve found her spot.
“There is no God in this room, baby. Only me, you, and the mess I’m about to make of this pretty pussy. Next time you want to call out someone’s name, I’ll take, sir, Blaise, or yours.” I thrust in each time I give her an option, rubbing against her sensitive spot.
“You can call me yours anytime, because you’re mine.” The words normally would make me feel uneasy, but I know without a doubt, she’s mine.
Her legs shake, her eyes roll back, and I know it’s time. The moment my name passes through her lips in a scream, I stop playing with her clit, gripping her hip before ramming into her over and over, finally chasing my own release.
She screams, begging ‘please’ through her breathless moans. I deliver with each thrust before the feeling consumes me. My body feels like I’m burning up from the inside out. I groan loudly as I explode inside her.
Stars flash behind my eyes, and my knees almost buckle. I let her go and brace myself on each side of her. My forehead resting against the curve of her back.
We both lie there for a moment with me inside of her before I gently pull out. She groans, turning over and lying out on the bed, her whole body covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Without asking, I lean down and scoop her up. Walking to the bathroom,
I set her on the counter and turn the shower on. I let it warm up as I check on her.
“Are you okay?” I eye Elodie up and down to see if I left any marks other than what’s on her ass.
The distant look on her face tells me how blissed out she is before she speaks. “Yeah, I’m great. Just tired.”
I wrap her in my arms, resting my head gently on top of hers.
“That’s fair. Let's get you cleaned up and then we’ll get some rest. Okay? I have a work call in the morning anyways.”
She leans into my embrace, relaxed and completely at peace; it’s exactly how I feel.
Helping her off the counter, I strip us both out of our clothes and get us in the shower.
I take my time washing her hair and taking her makeup off.
Once we’re both clean, we get out and I grab my brush to help her detangle her hair.
Drying off, I find a T-shirt of mine for her and I throw on a pair of boxers.
Walking back into the bathroom, I help her put my shirt on, and it grazes her mid-thigh. “Here. Let’s get some rest, baby.”
Before she can overthink it and try to run, I pull her with me to the bed. Once we’re both tucked in, I kiss her forehead and wrap my arms around her.
“Thank you for taking a chance on our date. It was some of the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” The vulnerability is something that normally bothers me, but it shines through when I’m with her.
Nuzzling into my chest, she whispers, “Me too. Turns out, you might be a better storm hunter than I thought.”
Her words stir something in my chest and she dozes off first. Before I fall asleep, I set alarms for my early morning meeting and watch the way her chest rises and falls.
Is this that feeling of love Knox chases so much? I can see the appeal, if so.