My heart is racing, and it’s out of genuine fear, so I really DO NOT appreciate it when his smile widens and he chuckles. Using a single finger, he slides my panties off my body before bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply.Holy shit!
“Just do it already.”
I expect him to say, ‘are you sure’ or ‘I don’t want to hurt you’ or ‘we can wait’. Instead, he says nothing and thrusts into me. No ‘just the tip’ or inch here and another inch there. In one all or nothing move HE RUINS ME.It fucking hurts.So much pressure anddamn it, please tell me that isn’t tearing.The sound that comes out of him when he’s all the way inside me can be described in no other way than a guttural roar. That sound makes the pain worth it.
He doesn’t retreat but instead continues to push harder into me, making sure that he can get no further inside me.Connected to me. Wow.It’s incredible how quickly the pain and the pressure turn into want. He can’t seem to get close enough for either of us.
This feeling is so many things at once. Part pressure. Part pain. All intimacy and perfect connection.It’s incredible. He’s incredible.There’s still a dull ache when he hikes my leg over his shoulder and thrusts into me over and over again. This new position...is it better? Or just different?I’ve never felt anything like this before. He’s hitting something inside me that I didn’t know existed. His behavior now is in direct contrast to everything I’ve seen from him before. He opens my doors, cooks my meals, and sets me in his lap so that he can smell my hair and massage every part of my body, but now, this is a different Eli. This Eli is possessive and rough and primal. This part of him is every bit as perfect and alluring as the parts I’ve already come to crave.
A loud, shaky gasp leaves my throat as another tremulous growl comes from Eli. Each nearly violent thrust is punctuated with an animalistic growl from him and, at first, a weak, euphoric “Ah” from me. Even though I try to remain quiet, I get louder with each thrust as I feel the orgasm building. It can’t be helped. Trying to hold in the sounds only makes it worse.
He still has my leg over his shoulder when he snakes an arm behind me, grabbing my opposite hip and pulling it toward the mattress to hit a new angle, and “FUCK!” That’s it. He powers into me again, and everything explodes. My eyes, my ears, my vagina. Everything is decimated in an earth-shattering climax the likes of which the universe has never seen.
Eli makes a choking sound as my climax forces me to clench and unclench in waves around his cock. He continues to make almost pained noises as he throttles into me once, twice, three more times before growling out my name “Vaughn” and collapsing on top of me.
His entire body is shaking, and his breathing is loud and ragged. I can’t move, not only because of the weight of this man but because my energy is spent. I didn’t actually do anything, but my body is wrung out all the same.
Eli turns, placing his open mouth on my cheek. He’s still breathing hard, and one arm is still behind me, grasping my hip when he flips us over.
“Rest, Little Devil. You’re going to need it. You’re not the boss anymore.”
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, andwas that a scolding?‘Don’t leave me alone in bed again?’
