34. Deirdre
Deirdre
E lio doesn’t waste any time once we’re home.
As soon as we’re back in his bedroom he seizes on the skirt of my dress and yanks it up over my head.
The fabric briefly snags at my nose, leaving my body and my mouth exposed but my eyes covered.
A bolt of anxious desire goes through me when I think that he might leave me like that, blind to everything but his touch.
Blindfolded by silk, he forces me to walk backwards by stepping forwards and he doesn’t stop until I unexpectedly hit the bed and collapse down onto it.
Elio pulls the dress off my head and then higher along my arms, but for some reason he doesn’t peel it all the way off. Once the slippery silk is bunched around my wrists, he twists the shoulder straps tight, then loops the whole garment over the iron post of his headboard.
My heart spins out in my chest, and I panic a little, realizing that he’s got me strung up like a pig in a butcher’s. My wrists are pinned above my head, and a few frantic tugs make it clear that I’m stuck.
Elio stands at the side of the bed, watching me with a look of terrible satisfaction as I struggle against the silk. My arms soon tire, and I sag back against the pillows, breathing hard and glaring up at him.
“You can’t leave me like this,” I tell him.
“Who said anything about leaving you? I’ll be with you the entire time.”
My throat goes dry as he begins to undress, shrugging out of his suit jacket then undoing the buttons on his shirt, one by one.
He’s doing it painstakingly slowly, and he’s got to be doing that on purpose, to make me wonder what’s coming next.
His shirt falls to the floor and he stares at my pussy while he undoes the buckle of his belt.
I’ve got my legs squeezed closed again, trying to protect myself from the unstoppable, devious drag of his eyes. He’s got his bedside lamp on, illuminating my nakedness, the way my body is so stretched and vulnerable to him.
I look down at myself, trying to see what he sees. Because my arms are up over my head, my breasts look higher and plumped. My pussy is so smooth, the skin red, though I don’t know if the redness is from the waxing or from his hand before.
When I look back up at him, he’s naked except for his splint.
Even in this humiliating position, when I should be curling away from him, I can’t help but turn more towards him.
He looms, huge and aroused, and I can’t tell if he’s a god or a monster or a man.
His cock juts out thick from the dark hair at his groin as he gets onto his hands and knees above me. I stifle a gasp.
Like this, he’s all I can see. Like the dark sky between stars, he expands everywhere, covering absolutely everything until there’s nowhere I can turn, nowhere I can look where I won’t find him.
He braces himself on his right elbow, skimming his left hand up my anxious abdomen until it comes to grip my breast. Bending, he takes my nipple into his mouth.
I moan, unable to stop myself. I held back so much when we were at the ballet that I seem to have used up all my ability to remain quiet. He sucks me hard, then moves to the other side, nipping and licking until my treacherous legs are already spreading for him without even needing him to ask.
What am I even doing? He just made me come in public. Now he’s got me restrained. And I’m opening up for him again?
But there’s something inevitable about this. About the dark pull of his body to mine. The shuddering heat that only he can draw out of me.
He releases my breast with a slick sound, kissing down my belly.
“Fucking flawless,” he groans when he reaches the place between my legs, using his fingers to spread my folds open for his gaze. “I’ve wanted to lick this pretty pussy since I put my hand up your skirt and found out just how fucking smooth your skin could be.”
I whimper in response, needing him to do it more than I need air.
“But I thought… You said you were going to punish me.”
His eyes flick up to mine. He holds my gaze as he extends his tongue and gives my clit a long, circling lick.
“I am going to punish you,” he says darkly, his breath fanning over my wet skin until I’m squirming. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy myself first.”
I can’t manage a reply to that, because soon he’s feasting on me, sucking hard on my clit before licking down to my wet, pulsing entrance.
My whole body comes alive, muscles springing to attention beneath my skin, everything tight and hot and exploding.
Elio groans, an expression of raw need carving his features as his eyes fall shut.
He hitches my legs up over his big shoulders, angling my hips as he dives inside me with his tongue.
“Oh, please, Elio, I…”
I don’t even recognize my own mewling voice. But I can feel myself saying the words.
“I’m going to come!”
He immediately withdraws his tongue.
“Not yet,” he growls.
In an instant, he’s flipped me onto my belly.
“Ass up.”
“What? What are you-”
“Ass. Up.”
It’s awkward with my hands tied up so high the way they are. I manage to get my knees underneath me, getting into a wobbly position with my ass up in the air, bracing myself against my tied wrists.
A bright light fills my head as Elio’s hand connects with my ass.
“That’s for coming out with me tonight without panties when you knew exactly what it would do to me.”
He spanks me again, and I cry out, my core convulsing. I’m so close, so fucking close, the sting of the slaps bringing me higher and higher, right to that edge.
“And that’s for disobeying me when I told you to open your legs for me.”
One more. One more. Please, one more.
God, what has become of me?
He gives it to me, a tight, firm smack that has me throwing back my head with twisted pleasure, back arching needily.
“And that’s for when you grabbed my cock before. You really thought you did something there, didn’t you?”
“No, I-”
Smack!
“Don’t lie. I can always tell.”
He sees right through me. He knows exactly what I was trying to do when I touched him. Trying to tip the scales. To grab back some of the power for myself.
And look where it’s gotten me. Tied by the hands, ass stinging while my insides curl at the very edge of release. Elio massages my smarting flesh, petting me tenderly when I flinch at the feeling of his cock pressing inside me.
My mouth falls open in a soundless moan, my eyes rolling back as he fills me so completely. Just like before, in his office, this angle is so deliciously different. He hits the deepest, shuddering places on his very first thrust.
I clench around him as he exerts a vigorous rhythm, my fingers scrabbling at the headboard, the silk twisting around my wrists as he slides out and back in, over and over again.
“I’ve only been on the pill for a day,” I moan, barely able to get the words out as my climax gathers around me like thick fog. “You can’t… come inside…”
“I am going to come inside,” he says gruffly. “But I’m not going to do it in your cunt.”
Above the sounds of his wet thrusting and my voice, I register the sound of a drawer opening and then a clicking noise. I quiver in surprise as new wetness dribbles onto my ass from above. Elio’s thrusts slow as he seems to begin to focus on something else…
Sliding his fingers around my ass.
Instinctively I tighten, and that earns me a soft slap to my ass cheek.
“Relax,” he tells me, grinding his hips in such a way that I feel like I’m melting. “That’s it.”
The pressure of his fingers come back, rubbing at that tight, puckered hole, coaxing the spasming muscles into something slightly looser. He works the tip of one thick finger in, waits a moment, then slides it into the next knuckle.
I cry out, every muscle in my body twitching, including the ones currently clenching around his finger. Between his finger in my ass and his hard cock in my pussy I feel like I am entirely invaded by him.
But this is Elio. And Elio is always looking for more.
After a few minutes of stretching and sliding, he nudges another finger inside.
“It’s too much,” I say instantly, even though there isn’t any pain.
Just this obliterating stretch, this fullness everywhere inside.
Elio adds a little more lube, but he doesn’t give me any relief besides that.
And the strangest thing starts to happen as he works those two fingers in and out, in and out, at the same pace of his thrusting cock.
I start to want more.
The promise of the climax that was hovering around me before draws closer, so close I feel like I could kiss it. But then Elio takes out his fingers, and I choke out a cry as if bereft.
Pressure returns, but this time it isn’t a finger.
It’s something deliciously smooth, cold, and coated in lube.
Elio presses it inwards and my flesh relents, accepting the bulbous shape of whatever it is.
It’s bigger than Elio’s two fingers were, but my body is getting greedy, and I contract, sucking it deeper inside until it stops because of a wide, flat shape at the end that remains outside my body.
“What is that?” I moan, my ass spasming around the unforgiving hardness of the object.
Elio’s thrusts get faster and he gives a strangled groan, like he’s too aroused to answer me.
“That’s the stamp I used,” he finally rasps, “for the wax seal I used on that contract with your father.”
Shame and heat rocket through me in equal measure. Tears bite at my eyes, air tearing in and out of my throat.
“You’re so perfect, Deirdre,” Elio groans. “You have no fucking idea what I’m seeing from this angle. Your pussy filled with my cock. And your ass filled with the very thing that helped me get you in the first place.”
There’s pressure at the back, as if he’s pushing against the flat circle of the stamp, nudging the smooth handle deeper inside.
“You are mine,” he grinds out, his thrusts relentless. “Now and for-fucking-ever. Say it, Songbird. Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I… I…”
I’m going to come.
He stops thrusting and pulls his cock out of me. Then he pulls the stamp slowly but firmly out until I give a shameful whimper of complaint. I’m so fucking empty without him.
But suddenly, there’s new pressure against my needy flesh. Something hard and slick pushing into me from behind, not cold and smooth like the stamp but twitching and hot and alive.
It’s Elio’s cock, claiming me from the back. The stretch is unreal, so much more than what I experienced from the stamp or his fingers.
He hisses, pausing to let my tight ring adjust to his girth. After a moment that feels breathless for both of us, he thrusts forward, all the way to the hilt.
Slowly, he grinds in and out. His hand is like burning metal on my hip, squeezing the tingling skin as he begins to fuck my ass.
“Say it. Say that you’re mine.”
I barely hear him. I’m barely aware of anything besides the glorious, lascivious, terrible way that he fills me. He gives a mangled moan, then stutters into faster motion.
“Say it now .”
“I’m yours!”
I don’t just say it. I scream it
It’s true. I’m his. Irrevocably.
Just like my mouth admits it, so does my body, erupting in the most bone-shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
It nearly crushes me, wipes every ounce of energy from my cells, until I’m collapsing, the silk ties of the dress the only thing holding my hands in place.
Even my legs can’t hold me up anymore. My knees slide outwards, and I collapse onto my belly.
Elio’s still inside me, and I drag him right along with me.
The violent sound of silk ripping fills my ears as Elio fists the dress and tears it away from the post, allowing my chest and head to fall onto the pillows.
This position is even more intense, me flat on my belly with Elio driving into me, fucking me down against the mattress, the remnants of that perfect, ruined dress around my wrists like the most beautiful chains.
He’s so deep inside me, his elbows braced on either side of my shoulders, his head lowering.
He buries his face in my hair, and I know that’s the moment that he comes.
I feel the hot, explosive throb of him inside that private, spasming place, feel the way he loses his rhythm, overwhelmed just like I am.
He fucks his way unsteadily through his orgasm, like he’s trying to get deeper with every twitch and spurt.
But there’s nowhere deeper for him to reach. Nowhere else for him to touch me.
Because Elio is already everywhere.