There’s no raven-haired goddess commanding the world from her keyboard or dog matching her crazy to greet us. I spy the neat pile of dog toys she delights in buying for him on a daily basis. Damn dog has never been so spoiled.
This has been our routine for the last four months, and it’s jarring to not be greeted by them. Maybe Cheryl persuaded them to help at the bakery. Eleanor refuses to touch the kitchen but is happy enough to work front of house and sell to the locals. They have slowly chipped away at her shell, and she’s letting her true self out into the world, piece by piece. Unsurprisingly, they accept her. Eleanor is disarming, awe inspiring, and perfect. She’s slowly realizing this, but we have some way to go.Jonathan’s death was just the first step to healing the wounds of her childhood. Losing your mother twice will have an impact, since both times were to protect her daughter. The guilt weighs Eleanor down, but Gail is doing an excellent job at reframing those thoughts. I’m just the lucky guy that gets to come home to her each and every night.
I drop my keys on the counter and move to the refrigerator, more annoyed than I want to admit from the silence of the apartment.
“You want a beer?” I ask.
“Sure. Where’s Ellie?” Another guy she’s won over.
That’s a very good question. My hand freezes on the handle and all thoughts of beer evaporate. A picture of Eleanor sits in the middle of the door. She’s wearing a deep red satin bra of sorts, although it doesn’t actually cover her tits. The only coverage is the matching satin bow tied over her nipples.
I have a present for you.
Oh, Jesus. My cock rises in anticipation at the words spelled out under it. Mark whistles behind me, and I snatch the picture and hold it against my chest. “Out,” I snap, whirling around and pushing him towards the door.
“Dude! I just came for a beer.”
I yank open the fridge, grab a bottle, and thrust it into his hands. “There’s your beer, now get out.” I herd him toward the door and kick my giggling best friend out before slamming the door in his face.
I stalk down the hallway toward our bedroom, following the sultry music playing from the speakers in our room. “Ellie, you are in so much trouble.”
Throwing open the door to the darkened room, I’m welcomed with a scene that almost brings me to my knees. Stars move slowly across the room, projected from a tiny machine tucked in the corner near the closet, while sprawled across the comforter with her hair fanned out around her is Eleanor, wearing a pair of matching panties with crisscrossing strips of satin attached to her bra. Red lace-topped stockings encase her toned legs, showcasing her subtle power. Her lips, painted in the same shade, curl into a smile, and my cock begs to be painted to match. She is a goddess, and one I will worship for all the years to come.
I lean my shoulder against the bedpost, folding my arms and drinking my fill. The woman I get to call mine steals my breath each and every day, and I bite my cheek, reminding myself this is real. Her hands skim her breasts, the outline of those pretty piercings under the satin a tantalizing tease.
“You looking for permission, Mr. King?”
No, I’m looking for the fortitude to not come in under twenty seconds.
“The star machine is pretty,” I tell her, and her eyes flash with challenge. Taunting Eleanor Austin is a dangerous game, but it keeps me on my toes.
She smirks.Good girl. Don’t take my bait.Truth is, she has me wrapped around her dainty fingers, and that’s okay because I know my heart is safe. Her legs part, and she trails her fingers over the bow across her pelvis. I’m fucked. Utterly fucked. Forget twenty seconds—one touch and I am going to be done. It’s clear with one tug I’ll have access to her pussy, meaning I get to fuck her in this. I swipe a hand down my face.Pull it together, King, and worship her like she deserves.
I unbuckle my belt and deepen my voice. “Put your hands above your head, trouble, widen your legs, and don’t fucking move.”
She licks her lips and follows my instruction. The trust she puts in me is humbling, something I’ll never take for granted, and I’ll keep pushing her toward the stars.
I tug my shirt off and drop my jeans and boxers to the floor. She fucks me with her heated gaze, twisting her hands together as she battles with her need to touch me. “Do you need them tied?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Not tonight.”
I crawl onto the bed, nestling between her legs and running my nose along the inside of her thigh. Fuck, she smells divine. My fingers toy with the bow on her panties.Not yet.I force myself to kiss up her stomach, my teeth catching on the end of the satin between her breasts and pulling the bow apart. Her full tits spill out, and I torment them until she writhes beneath me with restless passion. Every so often, I rub my cock over the silky material between her legs, enjoying the moans and pleas spilling from her mouth. Do I make her come before, or during? Her hands dig into my hair, and she skims her lips against my ear, whispering words which undo me completely.
“Tell me something you’ve always wanted that you’ve never had the confidence to ask for. Something you touch yourself to in the middle of the night. Something that makes your cock throb.”
Fuck.
ELEANOR
Love takes time;sometimes days, occasionally weeks. And if you are very lucky, it persists into months and years.
He shuddersin my arms at the words he often says to me. He takes my fantasies and makes them come true. It takes courage to ask for the things you want and patience from the right person—but oh, the payoff... It’s something I want to give back to him.
He presses his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. “The plug you bought months ago.” He’s played with my ass plenty, but hasn’t fucked me there yet—but we’re working up to it. If this is something he wants tonight, I will give it to him.
“Okay,” I murmur, my voice raspy with desire and a little trepidation.
He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me long, hard, and slow, his tongue flicking against mine in a sensual rhythm I’m restless to feel inside of me.
