Chapter 29 – “Lust For Life” - Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd #2
“You are,” I whisper. “Only you.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, rolling onto his knees. There’s a massive wet spot over the sheets from the way I lost myself, but he pays it no mind as he points to the mattress. “All fours, baby. I wanna see that ass spread for me.”
I crawl in front of him, turning my back to his front before folding my body forward and raising my hips into the air, exposing myself to him entirely.
I’m so wet between my thighs it continues to leak out of me, dripping down my skin as I spread my legs for him.
August inhales deeply, as if settling himself. His body shuffles closer before my skin sparks at the feel of his thighs brushing against mine, and the rough grasp of his hands on my cheeks.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, bending over me and letting his breath caress the skin of my back.
“I’d say I’m going to sketch it. I’d say it deserves to be in a museum, admired by all.
” His tongue drags down my spine and over the curve of my ass until he’s hovering over the place my skin parts.
“But I’m a terribly selfish man, Elena, and this body is all mine. ”
I respond with a soft mewl, the sound muffled by the pillows my head rests upon.
Keeping one hand on my ass, he slides the other between my cheeks before grasping the plug inside me. “Breathe for me now, okay, baby? I’m going to take this out of you, but I’ll go slow.”
I nod, inhaling as I stretch around the toy. August moves slowly, giving my body time to adjust before he slides it out of me completely, leaving me feeling empty.
I gasp as his tongue runs the length of me, starting from my clit and sliding up to my ass, his piercing circling my tight bud. I cry out as he dips it inside me, and I’m trembling with desire.
“Elena, my God,” he groans.
“I am your God, Augustus.” I lift onto my elbows, turning my head to peek at him over my shoulder, meeting a blazing set of emerald eyes. “Worship me like the devout man you are.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his jaw with an expression I can only describe as awestruck. “Tell me what happens next in your book.”
“Oh.” I’d completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a brainstorming session. Honestly, I just want him to fuck me in every way possible.
I want him to take control. To own me. He tells me I’m everything he’s ever wanted, and there’s nothing sexier to me than watching him take it.
To forget who I am, and what both of us have been through, becoming nothing more than entwining bodies.
When he leads that dance, I can finally shut off my brain, and it’s behind closed doors and in his bed that I feel free.
“Umm…” I stutter, attempting to recover—remember what the fuck I’ve been writing.
“Well, she gets herself into some trouble and is almost kidnapped. He wants to punish her for being so negligent to her own safety, so he ties her up. Teases her until she’s begging, and then delivers.
” I bite my lip, smiling. “And she likes a bit of pain. Spanking, choking, slapping. The works.”
A dark laugh rakes along my skin. “That what you want right now, Little Vice?”
“I’m game for whatever you are, Augustus.”
“Hmmm.” He tsks. “I don’t think that works for me. I think I need you to use your words.” The bed shifts, and then his hand is on me, sliding down my back in a teasing touch. “Tell me you want to be like the character in your book. Tell me you want to be restrained—at the mercy of her captor.”
As his hand reaches my ass, he removes it, before delivering a slap that echoes through the room just as a flash of staggering pain ripples over my body.
“Yes,” I whimper. “That’s what I want.”
“Say it, Elena.” He spanks me again. “Grab your ass and spread it open, show me how ready you are to take me.”
My breath hitches, and my face floods with heat as I brace my weight on my head and shoulders, sinking into the pillows as I reach behind myself and grasp each of my cheeks, spreading wide. I know the view I present to him now is obscene, and I’m shamelessly wet at the thought of it.
“I want you to tie me up and use me. However you want, I’m all yours.”
“Mine?” he rasps. “That’s what you are?”
“Yours,” I repeat, though it’s nothing new. “In every sense.”
“Fuck.” He grabs my hips, flipping me over roughly so that I’m on my back. He kneels before me, shirtless, jeans undone, and his cock hard, peeking over the waistband of his underwear. I lick my lips as I watch the pre-cum drip from his tip. “What’s the safe word?”
He studies me with passion-crazed eyes, his hair wild from the way my fingers ran rampant through it while I fucked his face. He’s so untamed like this, the perfect complement to my internal chaos. A mess for me.
A flawless match.
“I don’t need a safe word.”
“You need a fucking safe word,” he bites out roughly. “What is it?”
“Violets,” I breathe.
“Violets.” His coarse laugh is erotic. “Hands above your head. Hold onto the bed frame, Little Vice.”
He steps off the mattress and discards his clothing entirely. The full length of him is jaw-dropping, and though I’m so familiar with it, I’ll never stop being astonished. My eyes find my name over his thigh, heart leaping at the ink there.
Yours is the only name I knew I’d want to die with on my flesh.
I know there must’ve been times over the years where he came to regret that statement, and possibly the tattoos themselves, but the way he looks at me now confirms the intention of the ink. The way he looks at me now tells me that he’ll refuse to die any other way than in my arms.
August walks over to the bathroom and grabs one of my robes that hangs on the back of the door, pulling the silk belt from the waist.
He wraps the thin strip of fabric around his wrist as he returns to the bed, his face stone and serious, though his eyes smolder with pure lust.
He straddles my chest, cock slipping perfectly between my breasts as he leans over and grabs my hands, lifting both to the top of his headboard. Holding them against the metal frame with one hand, he uses the other to tie the belt of the robe around it, fastening my wrists to the bed.
He loops the silk around me three more times, until it’s tight enough that I can’t move, and ties a knot. A smile lifts his mouth as he glances down at me. “That’s a pretty fucking sight. My cock right in between those perfect tits, and your wet mouth open and waiting.”
My jaw hangs open as I stare at his powerful body above me, working to restrain mine. My eyes must bulge, because he smiles wider.
“Drop your chin, baby.” I do as he says, lifting my head slightly so that my chin presses into my chest. He rockets his hips forward, sliding between my breasts as his tip reaches my mouth.
I wrap my tongue around his head, sucking down all the length of him that I can.
“Go ahead and spit on it for me. Get me nice and wet before I fuck you.”
I moan, the sound vibrating against his cock and causing it to pulse. He leaves my mouth, staying nestled between my breasts. I spit, watching the saliva spread over his tip and expand across my own skin.
“That’s it.” He thrusts forward once more, piercings gliding along my slick skin, pushing deep enough that a respectable number of inches find their way down my throat, making me sputter.
He pumps deeply a few times, his head kicking back as a groan leaves his mouth.
“You’re so fucking good at that, Little Vice. ”
He folds forward, placing his hands on the headboard as he pulls out of me, sliding down my body until his knees are between my legs again. Gripping the backs of my thighs, he spreads my legs and lifts my hips, exposing me once again.
“I’m going to take your ass just like this, baby, so I can see that pussy of yours as it weeps for me.”
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Yes.”
My lids fall closed as his cock nudges between my lips, gliding through my wetness and flicking against my clit. Until a sudden sting against my cheek startles me, and my eyes snap open as he grips my jaw tightly.
“None of that,” he growls. “Eyes on me. Always.”
“Yes…sir.” I gasp.
He licks his lips, nodding, before his gaze falls back between my legs. Leaning over the bed, he swipes the small bottle of lube. Popping the lid, he squirts a generous amount into his palm, and tosses it back onto the nightstand.
Pumping his cock and coating himself, he asks roughly, “Do you want to use a vibrator while I fuck you? Do you think that would feel good? Or do you want to try squirting for me again all on your own?”
I smile, my entire body aching with need, limbs writhing impatiently. “I’m always up for a challenge, Daddy.”
“My filthy fucking girl,” he rumbles. Once he’s lathered himself entirely, he lifts my legs again with one hand, while guiding his cock toward my entrance with the other. “I’m going to start out slow, okay? Breathe deep for me.”
I nod, taking a swift inhale as the head of his cock nudges at my back entrance.
“Use the safe word if you need to, Little Vice. I fucking mean it.”
“I know. I’m okay,” I whisper. My body tenses as he sinks inside another inch. There’s momentary discomfort as I stretch around him and adjust to his size, but as he moves deeper, I begin to feel incredibly full.
He breathes with me, teeth gritting as a bead of sweat forms on his temple, and I want to lick it off him. The muscles in his stomach contract, and I know he’s desperate to ravish me, to fuck me into another dimension.
I cry out as he notches each rung of his ladder into the rim of my ass, reaching the hilt and filling me entirely.
“That’s it, baby. How do you feel?”
Like I have fucking whiplash, honestly. The drastic swing between his praise and his punishment is jarring—enticing. I don’t know which I crave more of, and somehow feel like I’ll fucking die without them both.
“Full,” I breathe. “I need you to move.”