10. Blaise
CHAPTER TEN
blaise
Is she really going to take off into a jungle in Mexico alone?
She can’t be that stupid.
My girl is not stupid.
I keep my distance, standing far enough away that she doesn’t notice me. Her friend sits at the bar, flirting with the guy from the boat that was hitting on Elodie the entirety of the excursion.
Kind of weird that she wants her friends sloppy seconds, but I guess if that works for her and keeps Elodie free of them, I don’t really give a fuck.
I give her a head start as she heads into the jungle area before I follow.
Did she really think she could just ignore me like that?
Like I don’t matter?
I told her she was mine.
Elodie agreed I was hers and now I don’t matter?
I’m practically vibrating with rage by the time I reach the path. I stay silent for a moment just following her. I watch her go deeper and deeper into the jungle and away from the beach.
As much as I try to calm down, I can’t.
She’s out here just risking her life for what? A pretty view.
She should be afraid. There are monsters in this world that would see her alone and see a prize. But she’s mine and I’d never let that happen to her.
Maybe I’ll show her how scary those monsters could be…
The thought pops into my head and I don’t hate it. While she’s entranced by a small stream ahead, I sneak up behind her. Running my fingers down the side of her neck, I snake my fingers into her hair with one hand and clamp down on her mouth with my other.
Jerking her by her hair back to me, I muffle the scream she lets out.
“Did you really fucking think I was going to let you ignore me? You ran out of my bed this morning like I meant nothing to you and you’re giving me the silent treatment? I think not. Don’t you remember I’m your Storm Hunter. I will always catch you.”
She breathes out heavily, her pulse thrumming wildly from the panic I just caused.
Finally, she’s afraid.
Good girl, maybe you can be taught.
Elodie squirms a bit, testing my grip, but when she finds no give, she stops immediately.
She tries to talk, looking up at me, but the sound is too muffled.
“Don’t fucking scream, Elodie. No one out here could save you from me.” The fear in her eyes turns me on.
She nods before I remove my hand.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Blaise? We fucked and now you’re chasing me down in a jungle? That’s deranged. We’re strangers who had a good time on a cruise. Don’t try to make this more than what it was for you. You left before I woke up. You made it clear how you felt.”
I can’t help but laugh.
Is she kidding?
“I had a work call. Which I mentioned before we slept. So, I went and got us coffee once I was done. When I came back, YOU were gone. Don’t try to turn this around on me. This isn’t a fling to me. I told you, you’re mine and I’m yours. Don’t make us less than what we are.”
She scoffs, clearly offended. I loosen my grip and she turns to face me. The fire in her eyes is back in full force now that she’s out of my grasp.
“You expect me to believe that horse shit? No note, no nothing, and I’m just suppose to stay in your bed and wait on you after a night of fucking on a cruise ship. How stupid are you?” Elodie points out.
Well shit, when you put it like that…
I reach out, wrapping my fingers around her slender throat and squeezing gently. “Are you sure you want to call me stupid, baby? Is that what you think is best for you right now?”
She arches her brow and I twist her around, my arms pin her back flush against my chest with my hand still around her throat.
The little gasp she gives me tells me she’s also affected by this.
“Tell me, my pretty little Storm, do you think that is what’s best for you right now?” Leaning in closer to her ear, I whisper, “Answer me, Elodie. Do you?”
She shakes her head no, not waiting to give me the satisfaction of a verbal answer.
I tsk. “Words, baby. You know I need your words.” My hands travel from her hip to the front of her bathing suit. Trailing my fingers against her skin, I snap the elastic against her flesh and she flinches.
As if the snap has restarted her, she speaks up, clearing her throat
“No, I don’t. But you did leave me…I thought that what we had could be special, then I felt like nothing.” Her words trail off to a whisper, so vulnerable.
My fingers slip into the front of her bikini and I find her soaked. Gliding through her wetness, I find her clit and slowly trace circles to tease her.
“That’s a good girl using your words. But let me assure you, I’m not stupid. I meant it last night when I said you’re mine.”
Pausing, I debate validating her feelings about me leaving.
If I want to keep her, I will have to tell her what she wants to hear eventually. I guess now will work.
Applying more pressure with my fingers, I pick up speed. “However, I can see how it looked to you, and I'm sorry if I hurt you. Now, be a good girl and bend over for me.”
See, I can compromise. I wish Knox could hear me now. The little shit.
Elodie hesitates, her head clearly in the way of my commands.
Removing my hands from her bikini and throat, I grip her hip hard and use my other hand to apply pressure to the middle of her back. Bending her forward, she tries to push back.
I apply more force and she folds slowly.
Once I get her all the way down, I hold her there.
“Spread your legs and grab your ankles. This isn’t going to be sweet or teasing. I need you now.”
She doesn’t give a verbal response but grabs her ankles and spreads slightly.
Nudging her legs with one of mine, I push them further apart. She wobbles a bit but both of my hands hold firm on her hips, not letting her sway.
Elodie holds her breath, waiting for my next move and I don’t make her wait long.
Holding her with one hand, I pull myself out and push her bikini to the side. In one motion, I thrust all the way in.
She lets out a soft gasp as I let her adjust to my size.
I set a slow rhythm, keeping her hips up with a punishing grip.
She’s going to look so pretty with my marks on her.
Pushing in and out, I drop the best part.
“You will not cum, Elodie. You have denied me all day and flirted with another man right in front of me. This is for me. I’m going to use this pretty pussy for my pleasure. Do you understand me?”
I pick up pace and she whimpers, her moans getting louder at the tempo shift.
“That’s it, let me hear you. Louder. I want everyone to know what it sounds like when a storm meets its match. It’s loud, chaotic, and so messy.” I try to keep my tone even but she clenches around me when I tell her to be louder.
Sweat sits against my brow as I let out a groan. I pick up the pace again and all we can hear in the jungle around us is the slap of skin and her moans.
The moans are borderline incoherent but I can make out my name and fuck as it leaves her lips.
God, she sounds so pretty when I crash into her.
Chasing my pleasure, I can feel my release building.
I chase that feeling inside of her as if I might die if I don’t have it.
Groaning, I gnash my teeth as I feel my balls draw up.
I slam into her body over and over, not giving her a moment of reprieve.
Our groans and moans echo around us as I spill into her. Pushing as deep as I can, I keep her steady and fill her up.
Stars explode behind my eyes and I hold on for dear life.
We both pant quietly before I pull out, sliding her bikini back in place as I help her up.
Tucking myself back in, she leans against my chest trembling.
Kissing the top of her head, I rest my chin against her. “You did so good for me, baby. So good. Are you okay?”
She nods before responding, “I’m okay, but that was a lot. I need to relax for a bit and shower if that’s okay? I told Jade I would meet her back in our suite for us to do dinner and hang out. She might still be at the bar but I doubt it. She was beat after that excursion.”
“Yeah, baby. I told Knox I would meet him at a bar for a couple drinks on shore. Let’s walk back to the bar and I’ll let you run away from me again.”
I release her and we walk back hand in hand. She talks about all the fun things she saw while snorkeling and how she loves reefs and all the animals.
I let Elodie fill the silence and we make it back faster than I would like.
Of course, her useless friend isn’t anywhere to be found. Probably fucking the seconds again, knowing her.
Letting her walk back to the boat, I give her a head start and follow until she’s at the safety of the dock.
You can never be too careful.