The ice is replaced and his hand withdrawn, over and over again. I can feel my orgasm building with his hand and then being obliterated with the ice every time. He pushes me back and forth like a toy, enjoying his slow torture over my body and revelling in his complete control over me. Each new cycle of movement with his devious fingers sending me close to explosion and then he rips it away from me again cruelly. I tug at the rope cuffs again brutally, trying desperately to get out so that I can gain some friction and just release my frustrated tension. This is most definitely punishment, and what’s worse is it’s amusing him. This is clearly his way of showing his power over me, what he can do to me.
“Please, Alex...”
“Do you want to come yet, Elizabeth? Is it hard for you? I love to watch you squirm like this under my hands,” he says as his fingers return and I feel his teeth graze at my nipple.
“Oh god, Alex. Please, just...”
His mouth travels across my stomach as he licks his way to my sex and then his teeth catch hold of my nub, gently biting down and releasing as he blows a breath of air over me. Yes.
“Oh yes, please. Let me come,” I splutter as he removes his fingers and mouth from me.
“Tell me you’re sorry, Elizabeth and then beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you,” he growls as he pushes his fingers back inside me and twists them around slowly, brushing that spot inside me but not putting enough pressure on it to let me come.
“I’m... I’m sorry. Please, Alex. I can’t do this anymore,” I reply as the ache becomes unbearable and almost painful. “I need to-”
“You can and you will until I believe you mean it. I want you to remember this. I want you to remember the ache that only I create for you. You’re mine to do with as I please and you will not fucking annoy me again,” he says as his tongue travels the length of my sex, delving in and then biting down on me, this time far more roughly and pushing me so close that stars threaten again.
“Oh fuck, yes. More... please. I’m sorry. You win. Please, just let me come,” I scream at him as I strain against the binds and kick out viciously with my legs. My whole body is begging for relief from the torment he keeps forcing on me while he chuckles to himself at my suffering.
“Good girl. Now beg me to fuck you, Elizabeth. I want to hear you begging for it.”
“Please, Alex. Please fuck me. Please make me come. Oh God, I need you. Please...” Thoughts and words are becoming redundant. My whole body is straining for release as his fingers and teeth continue with their little game of power. Every fibre of me is tense, like a coiled spring ready to explode. Just one more bite or lick or any sort of bloody pressure and I’ll come, but he keeps withholding it. Desperation screams through my body as I shake my arms against the scratching rope again and feel the sweat pouring down my body.
Suddenly his hand is at my throat and one of my feet is free. My leg is hooked around his hip as he thankfully hoists my body weight to him and slides up against me. I can feel the end of him gently rubbing at me as his hand leisurely wanders down my restrained leg and releases it somehow. I quickly lock it around his back and thrust myself toward him, hoping to impale myself or something, anything, to relieve the intense sensation he’s created.
“Calm down, Elizabeth. Stay still. I want to enjoy you,” he says softly as he hooks his hands under my backside and lifts me towards him with ease.
“Please, Alex. Fuck me, please...” I shout, trying to still my aching body and failing miserably.
Painstakingly slowly, he guides himself inside me, inch by inch, stretching me wider, pulling out a little and then gently pushing back in again. Oh, God. I can’t breathe. Desperate for him to drive forward harder, I kick at his back and use my strength to propel him forward. He drops me instantly and pulls out as he moves his hand to my throat, softly stroking it and gently wrapping his hand around it. He won’t even do that with the pressure I need from him.
“You can’t force me. It’s all my decision. Now do as you’re fucking told and stay still or I’ll come in your mouth and leave you here with nothing,” he growls in my ear, unnervingly quietly. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Please, just...” I pant out as calmly as I can.
Keeping his hand on my throat and increasing the tension slightly, he pushes himself back inside in an unhurried manner and grinds his hips against me leisurely. My breath catches at the sensation of being full of him as he gives me the pressure I need but still refuses me the aggression I want.
“Yes,”I hiss in his ear. “Please, more. Harder... More,” I ramble while trying desperately to stay still and not speed him up.
Pulling back and easing himself in again, he groans low in his throat and picks up his pace a little, increasing the force. I can feel the throbbing beginning and welcome it with open arms. His rhythm becomes more insistent as the deep pounding begins and I moan incoherently in response, knowing I won’t be long and neither will he.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?” he groans into my ear as he slams into me and kisses me with passion and fury. Our tongues entwine and our bodies mould into each other in almost frantic desperation, his hips slamming into me as I match his pace with a vigour and obsession I know I can’t control. Our ragged breathing and moaning heightens every sensation in my body and spurs me on to my oncoming bliss as I reach my mouth for his again and am rewarded with his tongue catching mine.
“Yes… Oh god, Alex.” One more thrust and I disintegrate in his arms. Spinning circles and stars explode in my mind and my body dissolves into a mass of liquid. I throw my head back, arch my back upwards and cry out his name. His body continues to buck into me as he drills himself further into me, deeper, harder, wrapping his arms tightly around my back and pulling me up to him as he erupts inside me with force and groans out my name..
His mouth finds mine again and as he gently kisses me, he reaches up my arms to release my hands. As soon as I can, I throw them around his neck and draw him down to me. Peeling whatever it is over my eyes off, I nuzzle my head into his neck, tighten my hold around his hips and kiss his beautiful shoulders. I simply can’t get close enough for what he’s making me feel for him. Safe, cherished, worshipped even, in a bizarre sort of way. All I want to do is love him and hold him and tell him how I feel, how he makes me feel.
“You are going to ruin me, Elizabeth,” he breathes into the pillow, panting and trying to regain his breath. That wasn’t quite the reaction I was after, and I can’t stop Pascal’s earlier comment entering my head because he clearly thinks that, too.
“I doubt I could ever damage you, Mr. White. I think you might be indestructible,” I reply with a giggle, somehow questioning what I’ve said the moment it leaves my lips.
Rolling me until I’m astride him, he gazes up at me with soft eyes. “I like hearing you laugh,” he says quietly as he pulls me down for another passionate kiss, brushing his fingers through my hair and rocking me forward on his still hard length. “I want to watch you. Make yourself come again for me.” His intense stare is almost enough for me to combust on the spot and the feel of him twitching again inside me is enough to start pulling the familiar burn back to the front of my mind, or rather my groin. So slowly I start to move myself, and god I love being on top of him, gazing down at the extraordinarily erotic sight beneath me as his muscles undulate and his penetrating and lust-filled eyes stare straight into my soul.
Reaching around to grab my backside, he draws me towards him, dragging me along his entire length, heightening the feeling on my already raw nub and then pushing me back down smoothly while pushing upwards into me. His mouth parts and then rises into the sexiest smile I have ever witnessed from him as he closes his eyes and tips his glorious head back.
“Ahh, fuck yes.” He groans. “More, Elizabeth. Give me more. You said you’d give me everything. I want everything.”
Oh god, yes. Everything. I lift my head back and really start to ride him, reaching my hands to my hai
r and pulling it away from my sweat laden back as I feeling him rubbing that sweet spot inside of me. He angles his hips perfectly to meet me, thrust for thrust, and sends me spiralling towards utter desire again.
“So fucking beautiful. I love to watch you.” He hisses at me through his teeth as I see his brow furrow and his muscles tense through his shoulders. His eyes scan my body intensely as he lowers them to look at us together. “The sight of you slamming yourself onto me is so fucking erotic. Watch it, Elizabeth. Look at yourself while you ride me.”
Slowly lowering my eyes, I stare in awe at the sight that meets me. He’s right. The vision is pure unadulterated sex and I groan at the feeling building inside me as I watch him moving in and out of me. I’m so close as the waves of ecstasy start to take over again. Those lights start to flash behind my eyes and my core tightens around him, igniting the impending mind-numbing state that he gives me.
“Come for me, baby. I want to hear you screaming for me.” He growls as he drags me down to him and punishes me with three more beautifully brutal strokes.
“Alex,” I murmur into his mouth as I fall apart all over him and collapse onto his chest. He instantly rolls me back over onto my back and stretches my arms above my head.
“More, Elizabeth.” Oh, God. My head rolls back as he rises up and starts pounding into me again, drive after drive of unadulterated lust pouring from him as he keeps up his rhythm and wraps my legs around him. Unbelievably, my body begins to react again as his fingers tighten their hold on my wrists and his mouth meets mine. “You will give me more.”
Christ alive, I have no idea how much more there is left to give, but his unrelenting stamina seems to know no bounds as he forces me further into the bed and increases his weight on me, binding us together with nothing more than our own skin and this need for each other.
“Oh, God. Yes...” I breathe into his mouth as his tongue swirls and heightens every emotion that I’ve got. Every thought of him as his body slams into me is consumed with love and closeness and connection and... “Yes, Alex. More.”
“Fuck.” He groans as his body tenses above me and he lifts himself away to look at me. I can’t believe the emotion I see in those eyes as he continues to pound into me, so much so that I struggle to keep eye contact. “Don’t look away. Look at me.”
My whole being starts to shake as his hand holds my chin and forces my eyes to watch him. I’m so close, so very close. Every nerve ending is buzzing and as my core contracts around him for the first time, I watch the loss of control flash across his face while he growls out and narrows his eyes. That’s it, my body explodes around him like the fourth of July or something. Never has it felt so close. Never have I seen the loss of clarity so clearly in his eyes. It’s everything I need from him and I smile into his neck as he presses back down onto me and follows behind me, finding his own release.
“Elizabeth,” comes drifting up at me as he kisses my neck and holds his hand on my throat like it’s some kind of possession. It probably is, to be fair because it’s all his. I’ll give him anything after what’s just happened.
Brushing my hair from my face, he lifts my eyes to his as he rests on his elbows and kisses me gently, a soft smile and a slight frown creasing his very beautiful face as he gazes down at me.
“You’re like nothing I’ve ever found before. I feel like I can’t breathe around you and yet I’m lost without you near,” he says as he grazes my lips again, grabbing my bottom lip with his teeth and searching my eyes with his. “How do you do that to me?”
I haven’t got any words at all as I stare into his eyes and try to process how close he’s being. I’d expected nothing but a lack of feeling from him tonight, and yet he’s delivering more than I’ve ever known. Every kiss and movement he’s making, every breath and word he gives is screaming love at me and regardless of the fact that he’s not actually saying it, I can feel it somehow, sense it in his eyes. So I can’t help but fall into the moment and say the only thing I can.
“I’m falling in love with you, Alex. That’s all I’m doing,” I reply as I gaze back at him and his hands cradle my head softly. His exhale of breath as his mouth parts does nothing to help my nerves at what I’ve said but I won’t take it back. It’s far too late for that. It’s the truth and I want him to know it.
Chapter 27
Elizabeth
I wake up and slowly open my eyes to the see the most exquisite vision of masculinity asleep next to me. Taking a rare opportunity to look at him unguarded, I can’t help but smile at the boyishness of him. He looks so at peace with himself for once. Even though he gives the impression of complete control in his everyday life, I’m beginning to realise that most of it is a lie. Well, not a lie, but definitely a front of sorts. Sure, he’s dominant in nature and obviously likes control, but there’s at least a twinge of uncertainty in his organised mind, as if questioning his own worth in life for some reason. Clearly his bastard of a dad has really screwed him.
Fury boils up in my chest before I know what’s hit me. What sort of man does that to a child? Why would a father think that is acceptable in any way? I can’t fathom the very thought of it. How Alex has held himself together all these years and become a reasonably normal human being is completely beyond me.
Reaching forward to brush his hair from his face, I draw my fingers gently along his face and feel the stubble on my hand. He murmurs my name breathily from his lips and rolls towards me a little. My inner slut jumps for joy and runs down an imaginary hill, naked. He said my name in his sleep - in control, my arse! I have to find a way back in.
“Please let me back in,” I whisper as I continue to stroke his hair. He mumbles something I can’t quite hear and pulls the duvet towards him.
Quietly shuffling myself from the bed, I make for the bathroom and shower, thoroughly appreciating the feeling of my aching joints and sore insides. I find myself glowing at the thought of the precious moments of honesty and emotion he gave me last night. When I’ll receive such praise again is anyone’s guess given that we’re not doing emotion for two weeks, so I take it and hug it tight to myself in hope.
Having bathed myself to death in that glorious shower, I creep back out and put on some clean underwear and one of Alex’s shirts. His position hasn’t changed. It’s sweet, cute even, and I smile at the vision of him there. I look at the clock - eight thirty, good job I took the day off. I wonder if Alex has too? It’s unlikely that he’s oversleeping. Well if he is, it’s going to be highly amusing watching the flustered and panicking version of him so I decide it’s probably best to let him sleep. He doesn’t really seem to do enough of it normally anyway. I chuckle and leave the room.
Padding into the kitchen, I switch on the lights and flick on the coffee machine. Christ knows how you work the bloody thing but it doesn’t look too dissimilar to the one in the shop so I should be able to deal with it.
Flipping the music on, I prod aimlessly until I source the radio and proceed to potter around looking for toast and honey. “He must have honey in here somewhere,” I mumble to myself as I stretch to dig around in the top cupboards.
“I dare say you have plenty of sweet nectar of your own, my dear,” I hear being growled seductively from behind me, very close behind me. Shit, why is he still here?
I swing myself around and find Pascal far too close for comfort. His eyebrow quirks as he reaches around me, brushing my thigh on the way with his groin and effectively pinning me against the countertop. He flicks the switch on the coffee maker up again and smiles rather wickedly, holding both hands on the surface either side of me. “You have to turn it up all the way up, Elizabeth, otherwise it doesn’t get hot enough, and we all like it hot and steamy, don’t we, my dear?”
My mouth hangs open, my eyes gaping at his seductive mouth. Is he really doing this?
Composing myself and realising my lack of clothing, I squeeze my way past him and pop the bread in the toaster, all the time keeping my head turned and trying desperately to
stop the blush that is rapidly spreading across my face.
“I didn’t realise you stayed last night, Pascal. Did you sleep well?” I ask, trying to turn the conversation back to the non-flirtatious type and move the hell on.
“Well, after I enjoyed the sound of your screams, I found my sleep a little restless to say the least, but I did eventually sleep peacefully after I had relieved myself of a little tension,” he answers nonchalantly as he gracefully moves himself to the table and sits. Apparently embarrassment doesn’t enter Pascal’s thought process in the slightest. I’m so not ready for this. It’s way too early to deal with Mr. Seriously Sexy and Naughty. God, I wish Alex was down here.
“Pascal really, I think that’s a little too much information for me so early in the morning.” I try for casual as I continue to potter about, desperately hoping he doesn’t see me flustered. He cannot think he rattles me. I am so rattled by him, though, intoxicating man, and where the hell did he get that black suit? God, he looks good.
“I am sorry, my dear. I forget myself. I am absurdly naughty in the mornings. Forgive me please?” he says with a wry smile and a wink. “Your innocence is just too enticing.”
“You are forgiven,” I reply as I turn towards the coffee machine and frown. Innocence? How much does he know? I seriously have the feeling that I am not quite so innocent anymore. Was I even before this, given my disturbing thoughts regarding the pair of them? “What would you like?” I mumble out, suddenly irritated by his presence in the room, regardless of how picturesque he looks.
“Quite the loaded question, my rose.” Fuck, I so did not mean that.
My head shoots round to find him grinning at me. Shit and buggery bollocks. His eyebrow is up as he chuckles at my gaping mouth again. “Double espresso please,” he replies as he lights a cigarette and exhales. Jesus, I need to get a handle on this. Why can’t I just be normal around the man?
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