Just One Night (Tantalizing Trope Novella Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  “Going to take me time with this body tonight, Ella. Going to make you remember me too.” I reach for the phone again, taking several shots of how fucking perfect she looks tied up.

  Because I've filmed sex before, I know where to place the phone just right to capture every moment. After doing just that, I climb back between her legs, stroking my cock as I watch her. Waiting. Wanting. Writhing.

  “Please...” I shake my head with a grin as she wriggles, pleading with her big beautiful eyes.

  “Don't beg, baby. Too good for that shit. You want me inside you,” Ella nods her head against the pillow, her skin flushing pretty pink, “Want me to use your pretty pussy until you ache? Until you forget anyone but me was ever inside you?” Another nod. Fuck. Ella bites her lip as I crawl between her thighs, shoving them up and to the sides. Ella the dancer is flexible. I like it.

  Lining myself up, I drop my fists on either side of her hips, watching as I drive inside of her heat. The first inch inside her, even with the condom, has me ready to blow. Ella draws me deeper without moving. Just with how tight, how greedy her cunt is. I push deeper, eyes rolling back in my head. Once I am balls deep, I have to wait. Have to catch my breath.

  “Shit, baby.” I grit out some other words, but none of them make sense.

  I start to move, slow at first. Wanting to draw out the pleasure of her wrapped around me. Spread out for me to take however I choose. Ella tries to curl a leg at my hip, but the press of her softness against me is too much. I hook a hand beneath each of her knees, shoving her legs back. Ella whimpers, hands tugging at the restraints.

  I lose it.

  Fucking lose it.

  Ella is submissive beneath me, soft and pliant, needy for me and it’s the most electric thing I've ever felt. Pleasure pounds through me as if touching her, sinking inside her, was akin to touching a live wire. I pound into her, growling as she takes it, moaning every time I draw out and pleading every time I plunge back inside her.

  “Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Sir. Harder. Use me, Sir. Make it hurt.” Oh fucking hell.

  I do. I fuck her harder. Deeper. So deep I swear to Christ I might never find my way out of her hot, slick tightness. It’s savage and primal. Take her, own her, control her. It beats out with every pound of me inside her. Just like earlier. Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.

  “Mine, Ella. Belongs to me now.” I bite at her mouth, suck at her tongue, tell her she belongs to me as I fuck her harder, faster, rutting against her little body.

  “Yes, Sir. Please. Knox.” Ella is pleading with me, begging to be owned by me.

  It drives me fucking mad. My mouth traces over her neck, I mark her shoulders, her breasts, I unleash a beast I didn't know was caged inside me. I twist her beneath me, careful of her restraints. I don't even pull out as I switch the position to press her into the bed, ass up. I hook rough hands at her shoulders and grind into her from behind, rocking the entire bed with the force of my thrusts.

  “Fuck you feel so good, baby. Jesus Christ. Like you were made for me. Just for me. All of this is just for me.” I bellow, slapping her ass until my marks turn her cheeks pink. Ella takes that too, whimpering into the pillow as I drive into her ruthlessly.

  Bending over her, I sink my teeth into her shoulder, cupping her tits in my hands as my orgasm starts to crawl through me. I turn into an animal, wanting to fill her up with my come, wanting to see her marked with it. Knowing I can't, I do the next best thing.

  Pulling out, I tear the condom off, jerking my cock. I grunt, gripping a handful of her ass as I come, watching it shoot over her skin. Slip between her cheeks and drip down her thighs. Fuck, that's hot as shit.

  “Goddamn. Look at me all over you.” I reach for the phone where I'd propped it earlier, taking a shot of her shuddering as she comes too, and focusing on my cum marking her skin.

  Ella stays bent in that position as if waiting for me.

  More I intend to give.

  Our night just got fucking started.

  Leaving her tied up, I go start a shower and come back to her waiting for me with a please smirk at her face.

  What has Earthy motherfucking Ella done to me?

  Ella

  Knox ruined me without even realizing.

  I knew it would be just one night. I got just one shot with him.

  I was going to take it. I wanted him in a way I had never wanted another man. When he texted asking for one night, I decided one night with him was better than nothing. It would be enough. I thought it would be, at least.

  I was so wrong.

  From the moment we stepped into the hotel room, everything between us shifted. Changed. Became something neither of us expected.

  I came to get one night with him. One night of pleasure. With that sexy selfie stranger who had gotten me off before we'd even met. Once I got my shot at that pleasure, all I wanted was to please him. To be whatever he asked of me.

  In my very first text, I had teasingly called him Good Sir. Looking into his dark, hungry eyes as he touched me and pleased me, I wanted to call him that. Sir. I wanted to obey whatever he asked of me. I wanted to submit.

  And so, I did.

  “Want to make you come until it hurts. Wrap my hands around that pretty throat and use your perfect pussy, sweet mouth and maybe that sexy ass to get off until I can't remember my own goddamn name.” The thrill those words gave me almost eclipsed the orgasms he pulled from me moments before.

  I wanted all of that. I wanted his big, strong hands on my skin, around my throat. Wanted to be bound beneath him as he used me for his pleasure. Watching Knox rip that sheet into strips to tie me up with had me edging the most consuming orgasm I'd ever felt. When he slid inside me, my vision splintered as I lost focus on everything besides Knox.

  Knox fucking me. Hard. Harder. Deep.

  Knox looking down at me with lust and need in his eyes.

  Knox touching me with hands that wanted to own me. Mark me. Make me remember him.

  And after, when he came all over me and then filmed it so he could remember too, I knew just one night would never be enough for me. But it was all I would get.

  “Come here, beautiful.” Gently he unties my hands and scoops me up, heading to the bathroom.

  I am shuddering still from the most intense orgasm I've ever had. My limbs ache from being restrained but if he asked me to, I'd let him tie me right back up. I clutch at him, hiding my face in his neck as emotion overwhelms me. I feel completely controlled by whatever he's doing to me and I should hate it. Should rebel against it.

  But, I don't.

  I let him step into the bath with me still clutched to his chest.

  “Going to take care of you now, baby. Relax.” I lay my back against his chest and let him do whatever he wants to.

  What he wants is to take care of me. Knox washes me with gentle hands, even washing my hair, rubbing at my scalp until my eyes are heavy. Once I am clean, he holds me close, bringing my raw wrists to his lips and kissing every inch. Beneath me, his cock grows hard and I whimper, wanting to feel it filling me up.

  “Sir...please. Take me again.” I never in my life have submitted to a man this way. Have never wanted to.

  “I intend to, Ella. Intend to take a lot more of you tonight. Spread your legs for me, baby,” I do, wincing a little at the ache there, “Show me where you want my cock.” I moan, head falling back against his head as I draw his hand between my legs. It stings a little but he starts to rub it slowly.

  “There. Here,” I bring it back to my lips and he lets out a grunt, “Here, too.” Dropping our hands beneath the water again, I press his fingers past my pussy and he groans. Pushing a finger inside my ass, he bites my shoulder.

  “Yes. Want me inside there, baby?” I nod, twisting to press my face into his neck, hiding myself from what he makes me want.

  “Yes Sir.” His fingers begin to stretch me, his other hand between my legs too, shoving inside roughly.

  “How does it feel, Ella?” I bite my lip as he
fills me everywhere at once.

  “Full. So full. So good.” I murmur, hips bucking beneath the hot water.

  “I will fill you up tonight. All damn night long. On your knees for me.” I obey, scrambling onto my knees between his in the water.

  Behind me, Knox is still for a long moment. I realize when my eyes swing to the mirror beside us that he's filming again. It makes me so hot my pussy aches. To know he wants to keep memories of tonight. I jump when his hand skims over my back. Up my spine, tangling in my wet hair, he wraps some of it around his fist. Yanking a little, he draws me back.

  “Ella, baby, your body....it's a work of art. Every goddamn inch. I want images of it in ways no one else will ever get to see.” I burn from somewhere deep in my belly, imagining all the way she could capture my body.

  “Tell me, Sir. What ways.” I glance back over my shoulder, seeing him taking both still shots and video of me.

  “Like those filthy shots you left for me. You spread out for me, those eyes needy, begging me to fuck you. Tied up while I fuck you till we both ache. Sticky with my cum. On your knees, waiting to take my cock down your throat. Fuck, I want an image of every single thing I do to you tonight, baby.” I watch him pass the camera over us both as he tugs me backwards again.

  “Yes, Sir. I want you to have them. Want you to never forget.” I whisper as he nudges at my backside with the tip of his cock.

  “What about you, baby? How will you remember?” I moan when he brings the camera round to capture both of us.

  “I won't ever forget how you felt inside me.” I look up into the phone as he focuses it on the two of us.

  “No, you fucking won't. Promise you that.” We share a look in the camera that ignites that burn in my belly.

  Knox sets the phone aside and brings me into his arms, embracing me intimately. Once he lets go, we step from the bath but he makes me wait while he towels me off. The bathroom is huge with a double vanity and wide, low mirrors above two bowl sinks. The sunken tub we bathed in takes one corner with a shower tucked behind it.

  Knox leads me to the vanity counter, standing me in front of it. I watch with a smirk as he situates the camera just so atop the vanity before coming back to me. I squeal with a laugh as he lifts me atop the stone counter, between the two bowls.

  “Spread those legs for me, I didn't nearly get my fill of that sweet cunt.” I flush as he shoves my legs open and drops to kneel in between them.

  “Oh Jesus, Sir!” A scream echoes against the gray marble walls as he eats me, my hands grasping at the ledge of the counter.

  “Keep calling me that. Makes me so hard. Want to own you when you call me that. Make you hurt.” I shudder as he sucks at my clit, turning to look into the phone filming it all.

  Just for him, just for later, I whisper his name over and over, as I cup my tits in my hands, begging him to make me come. He refuses me. Standing, he steps away to watch me.

  “Touch yourself. Feel that pussy drip for me, baby.” I obey, shoving two fingers inside myself, both of us groaning at the sounds it makes.

  “Please...Knox...” My head thuds against the mirror as I rub at my clit.

  “Please....what?” I bite my lip as I watch him stroke his beautiful cock; watch him pass sticky drops of himself up the thick shaft.

  “Please...Sir. Please fuck me Sir. Please make it hurt.” Fire flames in his eyes as he roars, pumping at his dick faster, harder.

  “Climb down. Bring that ass back here. Want you to watch me take that ass in the mirror, baby.” I scramble off the counter, every inch of me live with need, with want. Remembering the fantasy I envisioned of him filming it just like this.

  “Yes, Sir.” I purr, wincing as I bend over the cool marble, offering my backside to him.

  Jumping when he swats it once, twice, making my pussy pulse, I cry out as we lock eyes in the mirror. Knox harbors a beast inside him, one that craves a kind of pleasure no one lets him have. I want to let him have it. It's just one night and I don't want him to deny himself of anything.

  “Goddamn you're perfect.” Knox cups my ass in his big hands, dropping behind me. I step up on my toes to watch in the mirror, crying out when I feel his tongue between my legs.

  My pussy aches, soaked as it drips my arousal down my thighs. Knox licks every drop of it up. Then he wiggles the flat of his tongue over my clit. My hands wrap around the sink on either side of me as I rock over the edge. Just when I'm there, he's gone.

  Until, he's there.

  Knox shoves his tongue inside me, there, and I mewl so loud I should be ashamed of it. I'm not. Bending an arm back behind me, I grip his hair, shamelessly rocking myself against the delicious invasion of his tongue.

  “Oh my god. Don't stop.” I plead, watching the mirror image of us in all its exciting filthiness. Despite my pleading, he stops.

  “Spread that ass for me, Ella. Want to watch every inch of my cock going into this tight ass.” I whimper as I grab a cheek in each hand, bending to offer myself to him.

  Knox grabs his phone and I watch in the mirror as he aims it just so. With his other hand, he fists his cock and drags it though my soaked folds. I whimper, bending more as bolts of pleasure zip to my clit. Pressure at my ass makes me tighten up but he coos at me.

  “Relax, baby. Going to feel so good once I get inside you. Let me inside you, Ella.” I go soft, fingers digging into my cheeks as I watch him in the mirror.

  I want him to take me here. I want him to take every single part of me even if it’s just for tonight. Even if I get just one shot with this man. It’s the first time I have ever felt so wanted, felt so alive, so aware of my own desires.

  “Oh Christ,” Knox grunts as he pushes the head against the tiny ring of my ass, “So fucking beautiful. Hottest thing I've ever seen, this body taking me this way. Jesus.” I dip my head and bellow a moan as our eyes lock in the mirror as he pushes all the way inside me.

  “Oh god. Oh....oh.” I can't breathe, can't see right, can't even be sure what I'm feeling is real.

  “Fuck you feel so good. Look at me, Ella,” I find his eyes in the mirror again, seeing something primal burn in them, “You watch me fuck this tight little ass. Watch me take another part of you. You watch how good it makes me feel.” I refuse to look away from the mirror image of him after that.

  I watch the way his muscles bunch and flex as he thrusts; sliding so deep I swear he might never find his way out. Watch the way he's fascinated with the images of his cock burrowing deep. Knox is beautiful lost in pleasure, taking from me what I know no one else lets him take.

  “Yes. Fuck, yes. Gonna own every beautiful Goddamn inch of you, Ella. All of you is going to be mine.” My fingers dig into my cheeks as I watch him take me, knowing damn well he's going to walk out of here tonight owning parts of me whether I like it or not.

  Knox already does. Did long before I met him in the park today. Maybe even before I met him at the coffee shop. Nothing I can do, nothing he will do after tonight, changes it. It's just a fact.

  And, I don't even care what it might hurt later. For now, it feels too good to consider the pain that will come later.

  “Jesus Christ, Ella. Nothing else....no one else....fuck. It is too goddamn good.” Tossing the phone to clatter into the bowl beside me, Knox bears down, fucking into me harder, so hard it hurts. But I like the pain. Never before have I felt a pain that hurt until it brought pleasure right behind it.

  As he wraps his hands around my throat, squeezing until I struggle to breathe, and fucks me harder with every pound of his hips into my ass, it's all of that. All of that and more. I slam my hand onto the counter, clawing at the cool marble as an orgasm so exquisite it brings tears to my eyes tears through me.

  “Goddamn. That's it, Ella. Come for me, baby. Come while I come in this tight ass. Going to walk out of here dripping me from every part of your beautiful body, baby. Now. Come with me and say my fucking name.” I scream, feeling as if pleasure is battling pain as he rams into me again and again
, the friction of his thickness pushing at my clit feeling so good.

  “Yes. Oh god. Yes, Sir. I'm coming, Sir. I'm coming. Come inside me. I want to feel sticky with you.” Not sure who I turned into once I stepped into this hotel room with Knox tonight, but the girl I was outside this room wants to buy her a fucking drink.

  “Fuck, Ella!” Knox burrows deep inside me as he comes, jerking inside me as hot, sticky pleasure slicks my thighs.

  I flatten against the counter, shuddering with sobs as the feeling of fullness, being owned by him, overwhelms me. Knox pulls out and I off my feet, in his arms, cradled so gently it makes the sobs worse. Water hits my face and I realize he's moved us beneath the shower. I struggle, shaking my head.

  “Don't wash it off. Want you all over me tomorrow, Sir.” Knox growls and kisses me so deeply, so savagely, I forget what I am going on about.

  “Not done with you. Not yet.” Once again, he cleans me up after he sets me on my feet, taking care of me in ways I never would have expected.

  After, he carries me to the bedroom and sets me so gently atop the bed, fresh tears flood my eyes. I never cry. Like, ever. Okay, I cried for Bambi's mom. I mean, are you human if you don't? Cried when Andy gave his toys up too. But I mean, real life shit? Never.

  “Wait here for me?” I cock a brow at the question in his tone.

  “Not done with you yet, either, Sir.” My cheeks get hot when he growls, dropping to cover my mouth in a sweet, bruising kiss.

  My body aches in a way that proves I've been doing sex all wrong. I stretch out, wincing as the throb between my legs twinges. I rub a hand over the red marks at my wrists, trace teeth marks at my breasts and stomach. Just the sight of them makes me hot again.

  Jesus, what has Knox Kinkaid done to me?

  “Feeding you like I promised. Wait. Don't move.” Knox comes back into the room, smiling and light, so fucking beautiful it hurts.