Chapter 38 #2
“No,” Estella said. She felt furious at the sight of the bruises on Ellie’s skin.
She could murder whoever had done that to her.
Ellie’s skin was so delicate, so pale that Ellie could see the blood heating in her veins, blotches of want racing up her chest and throat.
Perversely it made her want to mark Ellie’s skin, for the only bruises Ellie had on her body to be from Estella’s hungry mouth.
“Face down, on the bed,” she ordered tightly, unable to bear the sight of her fading injuries any longer.
Ellie sucked in a breath but did as she was told. She turned her head to the side where she lay, just below the pillows, frustration and want in the tension in her spine. “Estella, please—”
“Spread your legs for me.” Estella was figuring this out as she went along, but she felt the full kick of her power as Ellie immediately did what she was told.
She saw a telltale hitch in Ellie’s hips, like she was aching with need even without Estella’s hands on her.
How far would Ellie go, if Estella asked her to?
“Touch yourself,” she hissed, her teeth sinking into her lip.
“Touch yourself for me.” Ellie gasped, but snaked one arm under her body, her fingers starting to move between her thighs.
“Look at those pretty fingers,” Estella murmured, heat slicing through her, burning her alive.
Her voice sounded thick and foreign. “I could come just watching this.”
“I want you to—” Ellie gasped. “I like you watching me.”
“Mm, I bet you do.” Estella couldn’t take her eyes off Ellie’s fingers against her pussy, the way she moved them, hips flexing as she worked herself up.
Estella pulled at her own clothes, Ellie moaning as she stole glimpses over her shoulder, until Estella was perfectly naked, climbing onto the bed to slide her bare skin over Ellie’s.
She draped her whole body over the bare woman below her, covering her, like protection, like a threat.
“G-od!” Ellie stuttered. “You feel so fucking good—”
“That’s enough.” Estella bit her earlobe. “Stop talking. Just touch yourself for me, like I told you to.”
She could feel Ellie still trying to move, grinding against her own trapped fingers as Estella pinned her down with her body.
She kissed Ellie’s shoulder, first softly, then hot and wet, then biting down, hard.
Ellie cried out, her fingers moving faster, her movements more frantic, but still Estella didn’t stop.
She thought of the mark that would stay there, unmistakable, the shape of Estella’s mouth on Ellie’s beautiful skin.
A mark of pleasure — adoration, even — not of violence.
“Estella!” Ellie cried out and Estella drew back from her skin, just enough to meet Ellie’s ear with her lips.
“You’re mine,” she gritted out, hearing Ellie moan again at her words.
Estella pulled back, on her knees now, between Ellie’s spread thighs.
Ellie was whimpering with need, her fingers still moving and Estella licked her lips at the sight.
She placed her hand on the back of Ellie’s neck, then slowly dragged it down her spine, over the curve of her ass, and down, caressing the shock of wet heat between her thighs.
She felt Ellie’s fingers under her own, their fast, ceaseless undulation, then pushed deeper, slipping inside her where she burned with heat.
“Mine.” Her voice came out almost furious, and Ellie cried out, her back arching with pleasure.
Estella fucked her firmly, watching as Ellie took it — took Estella’s determined fingers, took Estella’s commands, took being face down, naked and spread, took Estella’s entirely unreasonable, unfair assertion that she was hers — Ellie crying out her capitulation anyway, clenching on Estella’s fingers as she came desperately hard under her control.
Estella took her moment, revelling in it — Ellie dripping down her wrist, panting, limp with pleasure — then slowly pulled her fingers out, so focused on Ellie’s moan she almost tasted it.
She leaned down and gently kissed the furious mark she’d made, savouring Ellie’s shiver as she did.
Then, she slid her naked body along Ellie’s in the bed, turning her so she could press her into Estella’s body, securely held in her arms.
“You turn me to liquid.” Ellie’s voice was breathless, her face in Estella’s throat.
“Good,” Estella said matter-of-factly, and god, it was.
She wanted this: Ellie putty in her hands; Ellie coming all over her fingers; Ellie limp and boneless with the pleasure she gave her.
She wanted Ellie, far, far too much, and the selfish, insane part of Estella knew that if she was racing toward the end of her life, one way or the other, she wanted this before she got there.
Ellie pulled back to gaze into her eyes, and the exquisite vulnerability Estella saw there was too much.
They couldn’t talk about this, they couldn’t, and so Estella slid her fingers — wet from Ellie’s desire — right inside Ellie’s mouth.
Ellie licked herself from them, her tongue slow and lingering, softly sucking Estella’s fingers, making crystal clear what she was offering.
“Please,” she murmured, her tongue slowly fellating Estella’s finger tips. “Please let me—”
“I think you’ve earned it.” Estella drew her fingers out of Ellie’s reach and rolling luxuriously onto her back, listening to the groan tugged out of Ellie’s throat at her words. “Show me how good you are at making me come.”
Ellie shook her head slowly at Estella as she sat up, giving Estella a full eyeful of her naked body.
Estella let herself look at Ellie’s full breasts and hard nipples, refusing to let her eyes drop as Ellie gathered her own hair up, tying it out of her way.
Then she met Estella’s eyes and licked her lips, before slipping down between her thighs to comprehensively take her apart.
Estella hadn’t forgotten for a second how good Ellie was at this.
She’d craved it, incessantly, ever since the one night they’d shared.
And still the first aching lick of Ellie’s tongue almost undid her.
I know you lie to me, Ellie had told her, but there was no possible way Estella could hide anything from her right now.
“Oh fuck…” Ellie pulled back to murmur her appreciation of just how ruined Estella already was for her.
Estella grabbed the back of Ellie’s head and pulled her back in, trying to assert some semblance of control, but the cries of pleasure escaping her mouth as Ellie licked her couldn’t be stopped.
Ellie ate her as if she couldn’t get enough, as if she’d let Estella ride her tongue, night and day.
Estella remembered Ellie on her knees that first time, eyes big, hungry for her, and she growled low in her throat, her fingers going tight in Ellie’s hair.
Ellie moaned at that, her mouth soft, luxurious, perfect and so Estella didn’t let go until she was towed under by a tidal wave of furious desire as she ground herself against Ellie’s willing mouth.
Estella was almost disorientated by pleasure, her eyes scrunched closed, panting in the aftermath, finally having to push Ellie’s tender mouth away from her parted thighs, tugging her up into her arms to hold her tight.
She felt completely unequipped for the shocking intimacy of Ellie’s gaze, pressing her in close to avoid it, holding her tight, her breathing taking far too long to settle.
Finally though, Ellie refused to be pinned any longer, pulling back and resting up on one elbow to gaze longingly at Estella, her other hand slowly tracing over the shape of her body.
“Why are you crying?” she asked, and jesus, way to call Estella out like that, for one lone tear escaping down to her hairline, when it really could have just been ignored.
Estella wanted to tell her the truth: because of your bruises; because of this deep well of true pleasure I’ve only just discovered; because I’ve lost you long before I ever found you, but she blinked back hot tears and bit her lip instead.
“You’re far too good at eating pussy, Ellie Graham,” she said . “You could make any girl weep.”
Ellie smiled, but the kiss that followed made it clear she wasn’t falling for Estella’s smoke and mirrors anymore. As for Estella, she was just falling. She knew she wouldn’t even see the end coming.