Chapter 42
After the three of us had a relaxing evening full of laughter and genuine good times, I cleaned up while Elin got Rhea settled in the safe room.
It made me feel better knowing that should anyone bust in, all Rhea would have to do is shut the door and she’d be immediately untouchable.
When that was all done, I followed Elin into the bedroom, watching the sway of her hips as she moved ahead of me.
Unable to stop myself, I reached out and smacked her ass.
“Hey!” Elin turned as she jumped, a smile on her face. Lifting her finger at me, she narrowed her eyes. “Watch it, Pretty Boy.”
I just smirked back at her. I would take whatever she wanted to dole out.
As we walked in, my shoulders relaxed. Her bedroom was a place of comfort and functionality. Dark grey walls with warm driftwood accents hung on the wall.
When I made to join her in the shower, she braced her arms in the doorway, facing me. “You think you can just slap your Goddess’s ass with no repercussions?”
“It’s such a beautiful ass, I had to show it some love,” I stepped closer and whispered into her ear.
She turned her head to look at me and smiled. Her smile was everything. I leaned in to kiss her and she pulled back.
“Nope. No kisses and no showering with Goddess. Go get ready for bed.”
I blinked at her, surprised at the denial. “But—”
“No buts, Pretty Boy.” She stepped back and shut the door in my face.
Groaning, I went and flopped onto her bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. The dark green sheets, cinnamon and burlap-colored blankets, and a couple of olive pillows littered her bed, all of which smelled like her, and damn did it make my blood run hot.
"Thank you," I called out as the water hissed from the showerhead before settling into a constant stream. "For letting Rhea stay here. For protecting her."
"Of course." Elin's voice echoed from the bathroom.
At least one problem had been solved, even if a hundred others remained.
I leaned back against the pillows, the events of the day replaying in my mind as I stared at the ceiling.
But those thoughts quickly gave way to others as I remembered Elin's touch earlier, the way her eyes had darkened when she’d looked at me during the movie.
Before I realized what I was doing, my hand had slipped beneath the waistband of my pants.
I wrapped my fingers around my cock, already hard and aching.
I shouldn't have been doing this here, now, but I couldn't stop myself.
My breath came faster as I stroked, imagining Elin's hands on me instead of my own.
I was so lost in the sensation that I didn't hear the bathroom door open. "Starting without me?" she whispered, her voice smooth. I hadn’t realized she was there until her shadow fell across the bed.
My eyes flew open to find her standing over me, hair damp, wearing nothing but a thin robe that clung to her still-wet skin. Her eyes gleamed dangerously as she took in the sight of me pleasuring myself on her bed.
Without a word, she leaned down and wrapped her hand around my throat, her grip firm enough to make my pulse jump beneath her fingers.
"What have I told you about touching yourself without permission, pretty boy?" Elin's voice was silky, her breath warm against my ear as she pressed me into the mattress. My body trembled, caught between fear and anticipation.
"I'm sorry, Goddess," I whispered, my voice breaking as her fingers tightened.
"Sorry isn't good enough." Her eyes raked over me with calculated intensity. "You know the rules."
Elin's thumb traced my lower lip, her expression softening momentarily.
"You look beautiful when you're afraid, Gavriel.” She released my throat, her hand trailing down to replace mine around my cock.
Her touch was firm, unyielding as she took control.
“You need to learn your place. You belong to me. Every inch, every breath, every thought. Every ounce of your pleasure. It’s all . . . mine."
"Yes, Goddess.”
"Hands above your head."
I obeyed without hesitation, the cool sheets a sharp contrast against my burning skin.
"Tonight," she murmured, securing my wrists with the silk restraints she kept in the bedside table. "I'm going to teach you what happens to pretty boys who can't follow simple instructions."
Her mouth claimed mine, swallowing my moan of surrender.
Elin’s lips were demanding, possessive, and I melted beneath her touch. When she pulled away, I was already breathless, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I stared up at her through half-lidded eyes.
"Such a greedy little thing," she teased, trailing her fingers down my chest with agonizing slowness. "Always wanting more than you're given."
I tugged reflexively at the restraints, the silk holding firm against my wrists. "Please—"
"Please what?" Her hand stilled just above my belly button, and I bit back a whimper. "Use your words, Pretty Boy."
"Please touch me," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
My Goddess’s smile was downright predatory. "But I am touching you." Her fingertips ghosted across my skin, barely making contact. "Or did you mean something else?"
Heat flooded my cheeks. She was going to make me beg for it, spell out exactly what I wanted. The thought should have humiliated me, but instead it sent another wave of desire through my veins.
"I want . . ." I swallowed hard. "I want your hands on my cock. I want your mouth. I want you to make me forget everything but this."
"That’s my good Pretty Boy. Telling his Goddess exactly what he wants." She leaned down, her lips brushing against my throat. "But you still haven't earned it."
She pulled back, studying me with a calculating gaze that made my entire body tense with anticipation. The silk restraints dug into my wrists as I instinctively pulled against them.
"How should I punish you, Gavriel?" Her fingers traced idle patterns across my chest, each touch leaving trails of fire on my skin. "Perhaps I should leave you like this, bound and wanting, while I take my own pleasure."
To demonstrate her point, she stepped back, sitting in a dark grey chair that was in the corner, spreading her legs wide for me to see as she ran her fingers through her pussy.
"Oh fuck, that’s hot. Please let me taste you." I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
Elin laughed, a sound that was equal parts cruel and affectionate. "You're not in a position to make requests. I think I'll make you watch first."
Her head tilted back slightly, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I pulled harder against the restraints, desperate to touch her.
"Do you see what you're missing?" she asked, her voice growing breathy. "This could have been yours, if only you'd followed the rules."
"I'll follow them," I promised, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched her fingers move in slow, deliberate circles. "I swear I will. Just let me touch you."
Her rhythm faltered for a moment as she considered me. "No." Her eyes gleamed with wicked amusement. "Not yet."
She stood, came over, swaying her hips in a way that was lethal, and crawled up to straddle my hips.
My Goddess worked her pussy up and down my cock until it was coated in her wetness.
I moaned and licked my lips, craving her close enough for me to taste.
My Goddess pushed up onto her knees and slipped two fingers into herself, and the moan she let out had me whimpering.
“Goddess . . .”
One of her hands reached over and wrapped around my length, giving it one firm stroke that made me buck beneath her. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth.
Her grip tightened, almost to the point of pain. "You don't deserve it."
Despite her words, she continued to stroke me, each movement of her hand bringing me closer to the edge. Just when I thought I might come undone, she stopped, leaving me trembling.
"Look at you," she said, her voice thick with desire despite her controlled demeanor. "So beautiful when you're desperate."
She shifted position, lowering herself until her heat pressed against my thigh.
Her arousal seeped into my skin like a brand.
My fingers twitched uselessly above me, the restraints binding my wrists as I fought the primal urge to break free, to flip her beneath me and bury myself inside her.
Her desire, so hot, so slick, combined with my immobility was a special kind of torture that threated to unravel what little composure I had left.
"Elin." I gasped, forgetting the rules in my desperation. "Please."
Her hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap that wasn't hard enough to truly hurt but startled me, nonetheless. "What did you call me?"
"Goddess," I corrected quickly, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I'm sorry, Goddess."
Her expression softened slightly. She leaned down and rewarded me with a kiss, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that made me moan into her mouth.
"Better," she whispered against my lips. "Much better. Break protocol again and I’ll stop completely. Understand?"
“Yes, Goddess.”
She pulled back, the sight of her bare skin in the light making my cock twitch. "Perhaps you deserve a reward after all."
Her thighs pressed against either side of my hips, warm and firm. When her slick pussy made contact with my hard cock, I couldn’t stop the raw, desperate sound that escaped me as my hips thrust upwards.
"Stay still," she commanded, sinking down onto me with excruciating slowness.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting every instinct to move. The sensation of her taking me in, inch by agonizing inch, was almost too much to bear. When she finally settled fully against me, we both exhaled shakily.
"Good boy," she praised, beginning to rock her hips in a gentle rhythm.
Her movements were measured at first, rising and falling with deliberate control that had me straining against my bonds. I needed to touch her, to grip her hips and guide her faster, harder. But the silk held firm, forcing me to surrender completely to her pace.
"Please." I gasped as she gradually increased her speed. "I need—"
"I know exactly what you need," she interrupted, leaning forward to twist my nipples between her fingers.
The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, sending electric pulses straight to my cock. I arched beneath her, helpless to do anything but take what she gave me.
"Look at me," she demanded, her voice husky with exertion. "I want to see your face when you cum for me."
I forced my eyes open, meeting her gaze as she rode me faster, her control slipping with each passing moment. Her nails dug into my chest, the sting only heightening the pleasure as she used me for leverage and she rode me faster and faster.
The sight of my Goddess with her cheeks flushed, tits bouncing with each thrust, and head thrown back in her own pleasure pushed me to the edge. I felt the familiar tightening, the building pressure that signaled I couldn't hold back much longer.
"Goddess—" I warned, my voice breaking.
"Now. Cum for me, Pretty Boy."
The feeling of her pussy pulsing around me shattered what little restraint I had left. I came with such intensity that it left me trembling and boneless against the sheets.
As the waves of pleasure receded, she collapsed against my chest, her breath hot and rapid against my neck. For several moments, we lay in silence, our heartbeats gradually slowing to a steadier rhythm.
She lifted her head, studying my face with an expression I couldn't quite read. Then, without warning, she reached up and untied my restraints, freeing my wrists from their silken prison.
I flexed my fingers, blood rushing back to my hands, before cautiously bringing them to rest on her hips. When she didn't object, I grew bolder, tracing the curve of her spine with my fingertips.
My Goddess’s smile was small but genuine as she looked up and met my gaze. “What do you need, my Goddess?”
“Just lie here with me for a bit.” She shifted, and I immediately felt the loss of her warmth, but she didn't go far, tucking herself against my side as if she belonged there.
And she did.
"We should talk," she said after a while, her voice soft in the quiet room. "About what happened today. About what happens next."
Reality crashed back like a cold wave. Rhea. My father. The threats that still loomed over us all. For a few precious moments, I'd forgotten everything but Elin and the way she made me feel.
"I know." I sighed, tightening my arm around her, loving just lying here like there wasn’t a care in the world. Just us. "But can we just . . . stay like this? Just for a little while longer?"
Her answer was to press closer, her hand coming to rest over my heart.