Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Eli grabs me by the throat and slams his lips against mine.
My panties are immediately drenched. No one has ever manhandled me this way.
Liam was just so vanilla in the bedroom, and he refused to do things outside the norm when I asked.
Even went so far as to tell me I’m “weird” or that something is “wrong in my head” for wanting those things.
I wasn't asking for much. Just the occasional choking, being tied up, maybe even a little chasing. But he always refused.
Eli’s grip tightens just a bit as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. Suddenly, his fingers begin traveling down to my center, and they dip under the waistband of my sweatsuit before meeting the apex of my thighs.
“Oh, my little dove is already wet for her stranger,” he growls, swirling his fingers around my clit before dipping them ever so slightly inside me. He pulls his hand out, sucking my essence off the tip and coming off with a ‘pop.’
“You taste divine,” he growls. Quickly, he begins removing my clothing until I’m fully bare before him. “So beautiful,” he breathes out.
I suddenly feel self-conscious beneath his gaze and move my arms to cover my breasts, but he stops me, smacking my arms away.
“You will not hide yourself from me, little dove. I want to see all of you.”
I feel the flush creeping up my chest and face, but I do as he says. Suddenly, he moves off me and heads to the kitchen table, grabbing a lit candle off the wooden surface. I lean up to look over the back of the couch, looking at him in confusion as he walks back over to me.
“I lit this earlier while you were sleeping, hoping things went exactly how they’re going,” he says with a smirk.
“Lie down,” he demands.
“Wh-what are you doing with that?” I ask, a little hesitation seeping from my voice.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I stare at him for a moment, trying not to awkwardly laugh at the irony of his statement.
I don’t know him. But I know he saved my life.
If he had intentions of hurting me, I don’t think he would have gone through that trouble.
So, staring into those deep brown eyes of his, I nod and lie back down flat on my back.
He kneels between my legs, wrapping one around each side of his waist and running his free hand up the side of my thigh.
“Have you ever played with wax before?” he asks.
I shake my head no, my breathing increasing.
“I’ll take it easy. You’ll feel a slight sting but only for a moment. Then the pain gives way to pleasure. They work together. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Words, little dove.”
“Yes, I understand,” I breathe out.
“Perfect,” he growls. Holding the candle with his right hand, he snakes his left thumb down my body, pressing firmly on my clit, and begins slow, agonizing circles. My pussy clenches, instantly wanting more.
Just as I close my eyes from the pleasure he’s pulling from my body, I feel a sharp sting on my collarbone, causing an audible hiss to escape my lips.
He applies more pressure on my clit and picks up his tempo, adding another drop of wax, this one landing between my breasts.
My pussy clenches again, and I thrust my hips up, desperately wanting more.
He’s right. The pain does dance with pleasure.
“Does my greedy little dove need more?” he taunts.
“Yes, more. Please, more,” I pant like a desperate slut. Honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.
Just as another drizzle hits my nipple, he shoves two fingers inside me, and I almost combust on the spot. A loud moan is forced from me, and I immediately clench around him.
“This pussy is so tight, little dove. It’s begging to be filled.
” He begins pumping in and out in a rhythm that’s driving me absolutely insane.
I’m on the brink of my orgasm when another drizzle of wax lands on my other nipple, sending me straight over the edge into an abyss of pure pleasure. I shatter, coming around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” he demands, putting the candle down, and my pussy spasms around his fingers until he’s taken it all from me.
Just then, he pulls his fingers out and dives in like a man starved.
He slides both hands under my ass, squeezing gently and lifting my hips a bit higher.
His tongue dances with my clit, swirling around the bundle of nerves like a goddamn professional.
“Jesus fuuucckkk,” I moan loudly, lightly thrusting my hips into his mouth, chasing the tingling building inside.
I grab the back of his head before whispering, “Don’t fucking stop.
” Then, still holding his head to my pussy, I begin fucking his face, thrusting relentlessly.
He moans, and the vibration against my clit sends me crashing over the edge once more.
He drinks every last drop, savoring everything I have to give.
“You taste exquisite,” he says, licking his lips.
He looks around the room, as if he’s searching for something specific.
His eyes land on whatever it is, and he gets up, heading in that direction.
I peek over the back of the couch and notice that he’s grabbing the strings of Christmas lights lying on the floor.
He walks back over to me and scoops me up bridal style again.
“Bedroom?” he asks, looking down at me.
“Upstairs,” I giggle.
One by one, we make our way up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Setting me down, he demands, “Lie on your back, arms over your head.” I do as he says, and he makes quick work of untangling the strings.
Then, he takes the strings and wraps them around my arms, weaving them in intricate knots.
Once satisfied they’re secured together, he wraps what is left around the horizontal wooden slat of my headboard, leaving the pronged plug draped behind the bed before he bends down and plugs it into the light socket.
Bursts of blue, yellow, red, and green lights illuminate the room above my head, and he crawls back down my body, kneeling between my legs.
“You are the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received,” he growls, staring at my naked body before him.
He scoots off the bed, removing his T-shirt and jeans until his cock springs free.
My eyes widen at the sight. Liam wasn’t this big, and he’s what I’ve been used to for so long. I’m afraid Eli won’t fit.
Eli smirks, noticing my shock. “It’ll fit,” he says, as though he can read my thoughts. The tip glistens with a bead of pre-cum, and my mouth waters. His body is pure muscle. Rock-hard abs connect to a deep V, and I really want to take my tongue and drag it over every hard ridge.
He walks along the side of the bed and kneels onto it, scooting to where his cock hangs just before my face. Grabbing it with one hand, he takes it and taps it against my mouth. “Open, little dove.”
I obey, my pussy clenching at his demands.
Without warning, he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat, and I gag.
He pulls out completely and repeats the process.
“Fuck, this mouth feels so good,” he growls.
Spit glides down the sides of my mouth. Suddenly, he straddles my chest and grabs both sides of my face before he begins his assault, fucking my mouth relentlessly.
I focus on breathing through my nose as spit continues to fall down my face.
He thrusts a few more times, groaning loudly before looking down into my eyes with his cock still filling my mouth and asking, “Do you trust me?” The fact that he’s asking again means something new is coming, and my thighs clench in anticipation.
I nod, and before I know it, he pinches my nose closed and begins fucking my face again, still holding the back of my head for leverage.
I feel utterly and completely used, and my pussy throbs with need.
The bitch is begging to be filled at this point.
I’m beginning to feel lightheaded when he releases my nose, and I take a huge inhale.
My pussy floods with wetness. He allows me one more deep inhale before he plugs my nose again.
His cock thrusts in and out, blocking any oxygen from getting in, and my face is a complete mess.
Just as my vision starts tunneling, he releases my nose again, more wetness pooling in the apex of my thighs.
“Such a dirty fucking girl, letting me use her like this. Such a good fucking girl,” he growls. “I think my little dove is ready for me.”
He pulls out of my mouth, strings of saliva going with him.
He crawls down my body and kneels between my legs again.
Then, in one swift movement, he flips my body onto my stomach, and the tether of lights spins with me.
Instead of my arms being tied above me, they’re now tied in front of me, still attached to the bed.
The little bit of heat emitting from the lights kisses my skin, increasing the pleasure my body is drowning in.
“I’m gonna support your upper body, but I need you to pull your legs under you into a kneeling position,” he directs. He wraps his arms around my stomach and lifts up, allowing me to get my legs under me. I’m in a kneeling position, my back facing him, and he’s kneeling behind me.
“Lift up on your legs and spread a little wider,” he demands. I do as he says, now kneeling in a wide stance.
“Such an obedient little dove,” he coos.
Then, he positions himself between my legs, still in a kneeling position.
The tip of his cock brushes against my entrance, and my pussy clenches.
He leans in from behind me and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fuck this pussy, and I’m not going to be soft.
I’m not wearing a condom, but I’m clean, you have my word.
Do you understand?” I nod. “Words, little dove.”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “I understand.” Thank fuck I’m still taking my birth control.
Then, his cock is stretching my pussy, and the little bit of pain from the stretch quickly turns to pure pleasure as I finally get what I’ve been wanting.
“So fucking tight,” he growls. “So fucking perfect.”
I clench, which elicits a moan from him, so I do it again, getting the same result.
“Careful. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, and I don’t think you’re ready for this to end, are you?”
“No,” I breathe out. “Please, fuck me.”
“As you wish,” he growls in my ear, and he begins thrusting up inside me, making sure I'm entirely stretched around him before he picks up the pace. The sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room, and he moans in my ear. The walls of my pussy grip him tight, and I know I’m on the brink of another orgasm.
As though he can read my body, he snakes a hand around the front and uses three fingers to rub my clit.
Using what little leverage I have, being on my knees, I meet him thrust for thrust, slamming down hard on his cock.
“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so perfectly for me. This pussy was made for my cock.”
His words shoot straight to my sensitive pussy, and I pant out, “Faster. Fuck me faster, rub me faster, please.”
“I love hearing you beg,” he responds before doing exactly what I asked.
The familiar tingling sensation builds low in my abdomen before I cry out, “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, Eli. I’m gonna fucking come!”
Still rubbing circles with one hand, he snakes the other up my body and grabs ahold of my throat, cutting off my air again.
“Shatter, baby girl. Give me all of you. I want it. I need it,” he growls in my ear, and that is all it takes before something snaps inside of me and warm liquid gushes from my pussy all over his dick. He releases my throat, taking that hand and bringing it to my nipple, squeezing it hard.
“Yes,” I cry out. “Oh, my fuck, yes! So. Fucking. Good,” I breathe out, still trying to fill my lungs with oxygen.
He thrusts faster, chasing his own release before he grabs my hair and pulls my head back, growling into my ear, “I’m gonna come, baby girl.”
“Yes, please, please give it to me,” I whine, feeling completely high on ecstasy at this moment.
He pumps three more times deep inside of me before he suddenly pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of him. Then, he grabs my hair and shoves my face into the bed, cocking my ass in the air. It happens so fast, I don’t even have time to register it.
He grabs his cock and strokes it two more times before spurts of hot liquid paint my lower back and ass.
“Fuck, baby. You look so good covered in my cum.” He pauses for a moment, admiring the scene before him, before he says, “Don’t move.
” Then, I hear him walk into the adjoining bathroom, and the water turns on.
He comes back a few seconds later with a wet washcloth and wipes his cum off my back, cleaning up every bit of the mess we just made.
The coldness of it makes me jump, and it’s then that I realize the sheets are soaking wet.
“I’ve never done that before,” I whisper, feeling a little embarrassed.
“It is the highest compliment. Don’t be embarrassed,” he reassures me. “Let’s get you out of these lights.”
He spends the next few minutes untying me, and then we work together to change the sheets before I find some clothes to wear.
It’s only mid-afternoon, so maybe I can convince him to help me grab that tree.
While I did my best not to put pressure on my ankle on the bed, it still hurts a bit.
I know I’ll need his help if I hope to still have a real tree.
“Would you mind if I took a shower?” he asks.
“Not at all. Towels are under the sink,” I tell him, and I sit on the bed.
The bathroom door closes, and I check my phone for the first time in a while. There are a slew of texts from both Liam and Kaci.
Liam: Don’t do this. Don’t throw us away. I made a mistake. It won’t happen again.
Liam: Where did you go?
Kaci: I’m so sorry! Please forgive me. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Liam: Fucking answer me, Ella.
Kaci: I’ll never speak to him again. I promise. It was a stupid fucking mistake. A one-time mistake.
There are others, but I decide to ignore them.
I put my phone on the nightstand, and something catches my eye.
It looks like a brown leather wallet. I get up and pick it up off the floor, opening it to peep the inside.
Several credit cards line the holders inside, and a Colorado driver’s license stares back at me with a picture of Eli’s brown eyes staring back.
I take a peek at his birthday, curious about his age.
He’s thirty-eight and an Aries. Oh boy. Suddenly, my heart sinks because there, in black typed letters, it’s not the name ‘Eli’ written. No. His name is Luke. Luke Rivers.
What are the fucking chances that he’s L?