He didn’t wait for her response. He turned and left.
The warmth of him vanished with the door left open just a little, the bathroom air suddenly feeling colder. Amara trembled, but only for a second.
Elias returned quickly, something in his hand.
“You need to learn who owns you, Amara,” he murmured, his tone calm but absolute, like a command wrapped in silk.
He placed it on the counter—four small steel spheres linked by a thin chain. Amara’s breath hitched instantly, her pulse jumping at the sight.
His hand pressed to her chest, guiding her back as he positioned her at the edge of the counter, her legs shifting up until her feet rested against the cool surface.
Then his fingers moved over her delicate flesh, parting her gently before slowly easing the first, then the rest inside her. Amara tensed at the fullness, a strange mix of pressure andunfamiliar sensation spreading through her. Her body adjusted slowly, unevenly, as her breath turned shallow.
Elias watched her the entire time, unmoving, as if memorizing every reaction.
When he was done, he stepped back slightly, like he was admiring the result of his control.
A moment later, he pressed a button on the remote in his hand.
The vibration started low inside her, faint at first, then growing stronger. Amara gasped sharply, her body instinctively shifting, but it did nothing to ease it. The rhythm was slow, teasing, almost unbearable in how it held her right on the edge.
She grabbed his arm, fingers tightening as her breathing broke apart.
“What happened?” Elias asked, voice thick with quiet satisfaction.
“Elias… oh god,” Amara moaned, her head tipping back as her body jolted. “It’s vibrating…”
He only smirked, catching her before she could lean too far forward and pushing her back against the counter again. He pinned her there, keeping her trapped beneath him as the sensation continued—slow, relentless, never quite enough.
“This is torture…” she breathed out, voice strained.
His grip tightened, lifting her hands above her head and holding them there so she couldn’t move. He leaned in close, his face just inches from hers.
“That’s what you deserve,” he whispered.
Amara’s breath stuttered as her body trembled under his gaze, completely at his mercy.
Chapter 15
Elias’s hand slid to her wrist, tightening his hold as he leaned down. His other arm moved behind her back, pulling her closer until he could bury his face between her breasts. Amara gasped at the contact, her soft body pressed against him as he inhaled her scent, holding her like she might disappear.
His body was rigid with need, every line of him tense. Amara could feel it—him, hard and pressed against her, the pressure only building between them.
“I want you, Elias,” Amara whimpered, the slow vibrations still pulsing inside her, twisting her thoughts into need. “Please… please!”
His mouth found her nipple again, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he took it deeper, while his hand slid down her body and pulled her tighter against him.
“Hah… fuck!” she gasped sharply, the mix of sensation stealing her breath.
Her body shook beneath him, trapped between pleasure and frustration. The vibrations inside her never stopped—slow, constant, keeping her right at the edge without letting her fall. Her skin felt overheated, nerves alive, every touch too much and not enough at the same time.
She could feel him pressed against her, hard and demanding, and it only made her need worse.
Her thighs tightened without thinking when she noticed him—how hard he was, how close. The thought of tasting him, of having him in her mouth, flashed through her mind and made her breath catch.
“Make me cum!” Amara snapped, voice sharp with frustration.
Elias only smirked, completely unfazed. He lowered his head again, switching between her breasts, biting and kissing them until her body arched helplessly against him. His hand kneaded the other side roughly, making her breath break apart.
