Chapter 18
Vaughn
My eyes hurt. I’m not sure my eyes should hurt, but my everything else hurts, so why not?
I woke three times throughout the night in a variety of different ways.
First, Eli was sliding down my body and putting his mouth between my legs.
Then, he stayed on his back and maneuvered me until my clit was hovering over his mouth.
Finally, I was lying on my stomach, and he climbed on top of me, sliding inside me with a brutal thrust that led to many, many more equally brutal thrusts until I was screaming into the sheets.
Eli is rough. Not at all the tender, sweet lover that I had expected him to be.
I love the two very different sides of him, and they’re both perfect in the way he presents them.
Outside of this room, he’s a worshipping teddy bear.
Inside of this room, he’s a worshipping demon.
This doesn’t worry me the way that I would’ve thought.
I know he hasn’t changed. He’s still going to be the throat-chopping, anniversary remembering, nighttime cuddling, good man that he’s been since the moment I met him.
I need fluids. Water. My mouth and eyes are dry. It feels like Eli drained every last bit of moisture I had in my body. Untangling my body from Eli’s is a task that I’m almost not up to. His arms and legs are heavy, and they all cling to me as though his life depends on the connection.
The sun is up, but I can tell that it’s still early. It’s possible that Eli’s ass crack of dawn coffee deliveries have messed up my circadian rhythm because I’m not normally an early riser.
Turning the knob on the kitchen faucet, I fill my glass and see Eli walking out of the bedroom.
He’s rubbing his sleepy eyes and coming toward me stark naked.
He’s...erect. FULLY erect. It’s not likely that I will ever get used to the sight of that thing.
It bobs and comes back up to tap his stomach with each lazy step that he takes. Is he bow legged?
Eli walks up behind me, and I greet him, saying, “Good mo-”
My words are abruptly cut off when he takes the leather strap from his hair, swiftly wrapping it around my hands, one of which is still holding the glass of water.
The water is running, and Eli pulls my hands toward the faucet, using the strap to TIE ME TO IT!
He has used his hair tie to secure my hands to the faucet!
Scrambling to free myself, I cause the glass to clink against the metal faucet.
Water from the faucet wets my arms, and indignation sets in.
“Eli, what are you-”
Again, my words cut off mid-sentence when, this time, Eli pulls up the pink silk nightgown I slipped on to come into the kitchen, and slams his hard cock inside me with a loud moan. He throttles into me so hard that my hips are slammed into the cabinet over and over.
I keep trying to talk and ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but he doesn’t stop, and my words aren’t complete anyway.
The pleasure of him inside me and the excitement of being in the kitchen tied up this way is pushing me toward the edge faster than I could have imagined.
The impending orgasm is making it difficult to cling to my indignation.
Eli has both hands on my hips, and now my feet aren’t even touching the ground. He’s using my body like a tool to get off. He’s lifting my hips upward and slamming me back down onto his shaft.
His teeth are clenched, and he’s breathing hard through his open lips as he continues to rocket into me. At this point, my climax has built so high that I’m not sure what will happen if I fall from this height, but I could no more stop it than I could stop HIM.
“Ah, Eli I, AH!”
My climax keeps going and going as he wrenches more from me with each violent thrust.
“VAUGHN.” My name is half roar, half groan on his lips as he reaches his own climax, and we cum together. Our heavy breathing mixes in the air as Eli slowly lowers me until my feet make contact with the floor.
“Don’t leave me alone in bed again. I’m not just the boss in there. I can fuck you anywhere, anytime. Remember that.”
The words are spoken low and deep directly into my ear, just before he softly kisses my temple while releasing the strap from my hands.
It’s now that I realize I kept hold of the glass the entire time, but no water remains in it.
It’s all over the sink and the counter. Eli’s aggressive jarring of my body caused the water to spill everywhere.
Caused me to forget that I even held the glass.
What the fuck was that? The permission thing went out the window when he woke up repeatedly throughout the night and took what he wanted from me, but this time he tied me up, and was that a scolding? ‘Don’t leave me alone in bed again?’
I’m still standing there, empty glass in hand, coming to grips with what just happened when I realize Eli is gone.
He left me standing here, leaking cum down my thighs and- WHOA!
What the fuck? Why is there cum leaking down my thighs?
Holy hell. He didn’t wear a condom. Shit!
He didn’t wear a condom after that first time. After....I was the boss.
“Eli!” I’m standing at the foot of the bed as Eli walks out of the bathroom with jeans pulled up casually over his hips.
He didn’t put his boxers back on, and he hasn’t zipped or buttoned his pants.
I can see the perfectly chiseled V in his lower abdomen leading to- Damn it.
Focus, V. We came in here for yelling, not for ogling.
His beautiful, dimpled smile is stretched across his handsome face as he looks at me. The cinnamon roll is back. That’s fine. I can chew his ass out until the alter ego returns.
“What in the actual FUCK do you think you’re doing?”
His smile widens, and he comes for me.
“What are you doing? Get back!”
“Mmmm. You look beautiful, all freshly fucked and riled up.”
He has me wrapped up in his arms, and he’s kissing me everywhere. My neck, my cheek, my hair.
“Damn it, Eli. What are you doing? Let me go.”
He doesn’t. He just keeps nuzzling and kissing and holding me tighter. He’s cuddling me!
“Fine.” I resolve to verbally hammer his ass from this tight little cocoon inside his arms. “You didn’t wear a condom, damn it. What the hell were you thinking?”
“Mmm I’m not going to wear a condom. Nothing comes between us, Little Devil. Nothing.”
He speaks so sweetly, and somewhere under that psychotic statement he just made is something...romantic? Or hell if I know. Maybe it’s all unhinged, and I’m just delirious from fluid loss.
“You don’t get to make that decision. I’m not on birth control, and I’m not ready to have linebackers marching out of my vagina, Eli!”
He jerks back to look into my eyes. He’s wearing a confused grin, leaving the dimples at only half mast.
“Babies, Eli. I’m not ready to have your Goliath-sized babies coming out of my vagina.”
Recognition dawns in his expression and he nods slowly with a small smile still on his face.
“We had an agreement, V. You knew the terms. You would be the boss....until you weren’t. You aren’t the boss anymore. I am. I don’t want anything between us. I’ll have all of you, and I’ll feel every inch of your skin against every inch of mine.”
“What abou-”
“You aren’t ovulating. Your period was four days long.
It ended two days ago. You won’t be ovulating for about two weeks.
You have less time than that, though, to figure out what you want to do.
” Is he for real right now? What in the Sherlock Holmes meets Ron Jeremy is going on right now?
“You’re on your own with the birth control.
I have no desire to prevent pregnancy, but if you want to, I won’t stop you. Hungry?”
He kisses me on my wide-open mouth before he walks out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, presumably to cook my breakfast. My jaw is slack, and my eyes are unfocused as I stand stock still.
..dumbfounded. Unable to move or think past what just happened.
Trying to break it all down and process it, I tick off points in my mind.
Tied me up. Fucked me in the kitchen without a condom.
Wait, fucked me all night without a condom.
Then, in the kitchen. No condom. I’m not the boss.
Eli is the boss. That clearly means more than I initially realized.
He knows my menstrual cycle? That’s fucked up, right?
Who the hell am I even asking that?! It’s fucked up.
Definitely fucked up. But also, kind of sweet?
Maybe? He’s obviously paying attention, so that’s something, but what does he mean he has no desire to prevent pregnancy?
He thinks we should have a linebacker? And what about this flip in character?
Chase had a flip in character, and that didn’t go well.
Although, to be fair, Eli has told me repeatedly that I would only be the boss in the beginning.
He has never pretended to be someone he isn’t.
He’s still the cinnamon roll. He’s simply also a voracious domineering deviant.
“Ugh!” My body flops dramatically to the bed and I’m at a complete loss on how to handle this situation.
“You okay in there, Drama Queen?” Eli calls to me from the kitchen without an ounce of worry in his voice.
“Drama queen?!” stomping out of the bedroom with hands on hips, I confront Eli in the kitchen. “Drama queen? You’re joking, right? You pile a veritable ton of worms on me in there and expect me not to have some type of reaction?”
A slice of bacon is dangling between Eli’s fingertips when he looks at me with confusion. It’s clear he doesn’t understand something that I’ve said. Oh. It’s the worms.
“You opened a can of worms just now. Ovulating worms, linebacker worms, worms who refuse to wear condoms. There are worms EVERYWHERE!”
The dimples are back. Damn it. I love those dimples.
“I know what I want, and what I want is you. I want kids one day, too. Now seems as good a time as any to me. If you want to wait, fine. But it’s on you. That’s all I’m saying.”
I blink dramatically, trying to clear the bullshit from my eyes. “Okay. What about my cycle? How do you know how long my period was?”
“There’s nothing about you that I don’t notice.
I pay attention to every tiny detail of you.
Your scent.” He’s put the bacon in the pan, and he’s stalking over to me now.
“Your sounds. Particularly your incredible laugh. The feel of your soft skin beneath my fingers.” His body is pressed up against mine now.
One hand is in my hair, massaging my scalp.
The other is on my ass, kneading my sore flesh.
“The feel of your body writhing beneath mine and the vibrations of your moans as they escape your chest.” He’s hard, and he’s pressing his erection into my stomach as he presses me tighter to him.
“The taste of your sweet cunt on my tongue as you cum into my mouth.”
And I jump him. Obviously. Conversation over.
That explanation works for me. This issue is well and truly squashed.
Eli helps me to lift higher and wrap my legs around his waist. He never buttoned his jeans, so I have no trouble freeing his throbbing cock and guiding it to my entrance.
Even though I’m soaking wet and we’ve done little else but fuck and argue since yesterday, it still takes maneuvering to fit him inside me.
“Ah.” My forehead falls to his shoulder as that now familiar feeling of fullness consumes me. Eli’s large hand tightly grips my hair as he groans loudly into my ear. I love how vocal he is. He is all in this moment with me, and he doesn’t even attempt to keep himself composed.
Moving us to the couch, Eli sits me on the arm of the sofa and pushes me back so that my head is now lower than my hips.
What is he doing? If he leans onto me, he’ll break me at this angle.
No sooner has this thought formed in my mind than Eli straightens, placing a bruising grip on my hips and slamming into me hard and fast.
“Ah, fuck!”
“Language.” It’s a growl and a command in one.
THRUST
“Ahhh!”
THROTTLE
“Eliiiiii.”
THRUST
His growls have faded into one another so that now he seems more animal than man.
THROTTLE
“Eli, I’m-”
“I know.”
THRUST
“I have”
THROTTLE
“devoted myself”
THRUST
“to knowing everything”
THROTTLE
“about you and this body.”
THRUST
“I already know. Cum for me.”
The command was wholly unnecessary. He knows it, and I know it. My orgasm is electric. My legs are shaking uncontrollably, and my hands are fisted in the fabric of the couch as I cry out.
Eli slams my hips into him two more times, sinking his cock deeper with each nearly violent thrust before finally groaning loudly and pressing hard into me as he comes down from the high.
My breaths are rapid and heavy, and my body is limp. So far, my participation in these sexcapades has been minimal, yet I am fully wrung out each and every time.
“Am I pregnant? I definitely feel pregnant.” My words are breathless, and my chest continues to heave even though all I did was hold on for dear life.
Eli laughs at my, HOPEFULLY, a joke and helps me to my feet.
“We’ll see, Little Devil. We’ll see.”