Chapter Ten
Carmen
N ormally, I wouldn’t dream of swinging open the door fresh from the shower, with droplets of water clinging to my hair and nothing but a towel for coverage. But today threw normal out the window when my client decided to show up an hour ahead of schedule. I had mistaken the knock for room service, perhaps a tray of something indulgent or a carafe of coffee. However, the surprise etched across his face when the door swung open told me instantly that I had miscalculated.
“Elijah?” My voice hitched slightly, the name slipping out in a whisper of surprise. Now the dots connected, illuminating why Ava had been so sparse on the details. “What brings you here?” The puzzle of his arrival twisted in my mind. Our paths had crossed just once during that absurd lock and key party, where everyone had pegged me as Ezon’s latest flame.
“I have my ways,” he responded, his deep voice laced with a hint of mischief as he advanced, eyes locked on the towel draped around me. A laugh bubbled up from my throat as I stepped back, amusement dancing in my eyes at his blatant forwardness.
“How can I assist you today?” I inquire, a hint of formality in my tone as I usher him into the suite and secure the door behind us. Curiosity swirled within me, but I quelled it, recognizing the deliberate intention behind his unexpected appearance.
“You vanished after that night at the house,” he remarks, a subtle edge to his voice as he sets his hands by his sides and steps back, creating a space charged with unspoken tension. “I had hoped for another round of our little game, but Enzo… he brought in a substitute.” He strides to the armchair, settling into it with a casual authority. “Seems to me you need to be punished for slipping away.”
His words jolt through me, a mix of surprise and a flicker of apprehension stirring within. “Punished?” I echo, my voice laced with a blend of disbelief and a curious intrigue.
“Come here,” he motions to his lap with a confident ease, his invitation laced with an expectation that sends a ripple of anticipation through the air.
In an effort to quicken the pace of his fantasy, I give a gentle tug on my towel, allowing it to loosen and reveal a glimpse of my bare skin before quickly covering up again. With a teasing smile, I saunter over to him, giving him fleeting glances at what he desires. As I climb onto his lap while he sits in a chair, he positions me so that I am seated sideways. The stark contrast between our sizes is evident as my legs dangle above the floor, dwarfed by his massive frame. His hands, perfectly sized for my breasts, work their magic as he massages them, causing a soft moan to escape my lips. My body responds eagerly to his touch as he trails his fingers down between my legs, igniting waves of desire within me.
Though he had mentioned wanting to punish me, I find myself unable to resist his skilled caresses on every inch of my body. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, trailing kisses and nibbles along my skin as his hand explores the curves of my hips and ass with firm yet gentle strokes before returning to trace soothing patterns along my shoulders.
“Are you going to keep running from me?” As his words cut through my thoughts like a knife, I snapped out of the dazed state I had been in. It was clear that he meant business.
“Yes,” I exhale, feeling my body tense up.
“You know what has to happen then.” Despite the gentle caresses he was giving me, I knew deep down what really pleased him. His roughness, the weight of his body pressed against mine, it all sent shivers down my spine. With one hand still wrapped around me protectively, his other hand moved slowly and sensually across my torso. “Get over my knee,” he commands firmly.
My towel falls to the floor, leaving me completely exposed as I lay across his lap. He pulls my arms behind my back and crosses my wrists, holding them together tightly. He remains fully clothed, the fabric of his jeans creating an electric friction against my bare skin as I squirm and try to find a more comfortable position. But before I can adjust, his huge hand comes down with a sharp smack on my ass, causing me to cry out in surprise and pain.
Before I could even process what was happening, his hand connected with my cheek in a harsh slap. The sound echoed through the room, followed by another sharp sting as he continued to strike me. Each subsequent blow seemed to be fueled by something else, his large palm leaving a searing heat behind. I fought against his hold on my wrists, but he only squeezed tighter and struck harder. My screams of pain turned into moans as I tried to remain still, hoping to avoid further punishment.
He paused his spanking and held me firmly in place on his lap. I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself as he ran his hand down my body. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he teased me, stroking from my sensitive clit to the tight puckered hole of my asshole. His fingers never penetrated, but the sensation was enough to make me drip with desire. I let out a long, guttural moan, feeling my body tremble with need. And then he started spanking again, each strike harder than the last. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the pain seemed to intensify now that my skin was already sensitive and tingling. With each resounding slap, my mind went blank and I saw stars behind my tightly closed eyes. It was a delicious torture, one that left me yearning for more even as my flesh burned with pleasure-pain.
“Don’t run from me again.” I couldn’t move, frozen under his intense gaze as he spoke with a calmness that was almost unsettling. My heart raced, but I couldn’t bring to say anything. Finally, he released my wrists, and I collapsed over his knees, feeling the fiery heat in my ass from his punishment. He gently massaged my cheeks, allowing me a moment to catch my breath before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. As he laid me down on my back, his words caught me off guard.
“Promise me I can keep seeing you,” he pleaded, his face moving between my legs as he spread them apart with such care. His fingers explored every inch of my folds before his tongue dove in eagerly. The sensations were overwhelming as he licked and sucked at my most sensitive area, causing me to moan uncontrollably until I eventually climaxed in his mouth. With each lingering touch, I knew this was a promise I would gladly fulfill over and over again.
Elijah flips me over and positions himself between my legs, my body is exhausted by somehow I want more of him still.
With a gentle yet firm touch, Elijah flips me over and settles himself between my trembling legs. My body is weak and spent, but the longing for him still lingers within me.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispers, his warm lips trailing soft kisses along my neck.
My heart races at his words and I nod eagerly, unable to form words.
His hardness presses against the delicate skin between my thighs and just as I think he’s about to enter me, he pulls back.
“Next week, same time,” he declares before leaving the room, leaving me in a disheveled state on the bed.