Just One Night (Tantalizing Trope Novella Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  “Feeding me? I won't move.” I giggle as I wiggle my fingers around the headboard where I'd wrapped them moments before he stepped back into the bedroom.

  “I did promise you lunch, beautiful. Goddamn I love seeing those marks on your body.” I flush as he aims his phone at me, taking several shots. Again, floodgates between my legs.

  “Tomorrow, will you look at these and touch yourself?” I ask boldly as he comes to climb over me.

  “Baby, I already touched myself to your photos. So, yes. I will.” Knox is naked, on his knees above me as he cages my own knees between his.

  “Which one?” I slide a hand down my body, watching him take more photos as it lands between my legs.

  “Any would have done it, Ella. The one of you in the bed was my favorite. Looked like you were touching yourself, like right now. Or just finished. You are a sight to see when you come. After you come. Hope I captured it tonight.” I wince a little at the reminder that it’s just tonight. Never again.

  We both go quiet as if thinking the same thing. Knox reaches for the straps still tied to the bed, watching my eyes as he wraps one around my wrist. He ties one hand, then the other, pausing just long enough to answer the door with whatever food he ordered.

  “After I feed you, I am going to fuck you again. And probably again after that. Going to tie you up and use this beautiful body like you want me to. Because, you want me to, don't you, Ella?” I nod, need and fear battling inside me.

  “Yes, Sir.” Knox sets a tray of food on the bed beside me.

  I smell salmon and broccoli, my mouth watering. But, he doesn't feed me yet. Shoving my knees back, he ties them with my wrists. I am spread open for him to do whatever he pleases with. It both excites and terrifies me. But, for whatever insane reason, I trust him to give me pleasure now. Pain later.

  I yelp when teeth sink into my left breast. Knox swirls his hot tongue around my nipple, soothing the pain away. Grinning down at me, he brings a fork full of food to my mouth. Another bite at my nipple, another pull of his lips, his tongue. Need throbs my clit in time to my racing heartbeat.

  “Never wanted to tie someone up before. Never wanted to leave my mark on them. Or wanted to hurt them. What have you done to me, Ella?” He repeats the same thing he said earlier; I bounce my shoulders and give the same answer.

  “Let you know once I figure out the same, Sir.” Knox lights up like the night sky, sparkling against the darkness and I can't look away.

  “Fuck, I like how you say that. First time I read that text....” He sighs, taking a bite and then feeding me another.

  We go quiet because we both know what the other is thinking. This started because it happened to be me who found that phone. Maybe no one ever found it. Perhaps in some parallel place, he feeds another woman salmon. Or I walk right past it lying there in the park.

  I don't want to think of not feeling this moment, not knowing it, not having it to remember.

  Knox must think the same. Clearing away the tray, he comes back to me, darkness in his eyes. It ignites the need humming quietly beneath my surface, bringing it roaring to life.

  “Sir. Please.” Knox grabs another condom, sliding it over his hardness.

  Climbing over me, he doesn't touch me besides shoving his cock deep inside me. I cry out from the burn but he covers my mouth with his hand. I know he won't hurt me, I don't know how, but the fear that he could makes it more intense. Knox drives into me, touching me nowhere else, just his cock, just his hand heavy at my mouth. I bounce beneath the weight of him, panting as the twisted tug of pleasure at being used this way tears me in half.

  A dull, lewd noise of his balls slapping my ass as he rams into me fills the room, just above the whimpers I make. Knox grunts, throwing his head back, not even looking at me as he fucks me. My eyes roll back as he grinds into me, thrusting savagely, seeking his orgasm. Not mine. But mine comes anyway.

  I cry out beneath his hand, shuddering as he picks up a brutal pace, hips bucking against mine so hard I know I'll have bruises. Suddenly, he's gone and two fingers, then three, fill me up as I come hard. At the same moment, he slides into my ass again and I scream.

  “Hush, baby,” Knox pants into my ear as he slides deep, “Those pretty sounds belong to me. Just for my ears. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Filled you up so tight. Does it feel good to have me everywhere, baby?” I nod numbly, whimpering against his hand.

  “Let me hear it, Ella. Say it.” Uncovering my mouth, he pulls out, slamming back in, his fingers twisting inside me.

  “Yes, Sir. I want to feel you fill me up everywhere, Sir. Please.” Growling, he pumps his hips, pulling out then slamming in again.

  “Does it hurt, baby?” I nod again, tears slipping down my temples.

  “Yes, Sir. Don't stop, please. Not because it hurts. I like it. When it's you.” I babble, throwing my head back as he rocks into me again.

  “Goddamn, Ella. I want you to hurt for me. Want you to fucking ache. Give me those eyes,” I struggle to look at him as he works his fingers and cock inside of me, both of us panting, “You are so beautiful, baby. Want to see your pretty pain.” I don't look away now, transfixed by the lust, the need, and the possessive fire in his eyes.

  Knox takes from me until I think I have nothing left. But when he looks at me that way, I find more to give him. I come again and again and he drives in to me still. I ache, my limbs trembling as he pins me beneath him. Pleasure mingles with pain until I don't know the difference anymore.

  “Want to come in your mouth, on your pretty tits, want to paint you with it. Do you want that, too, Ella?” I whimper as I nod, skin hot at the idea of him marking me in such a carnal way.

  Pulling out, Knox fists his cock, yanking at the ties binding me. Crawling over me, he tugs my jaw open, touching the tip to my waiting tongue. I moan when he starts to spurt, hot, sticky seed hitting my tongue, sliding down my throat. Backing up, he jerks himself still, pumping more cum over my tits, my stomach, my thighs.

  A trail of Knox marks almost every inch of me.

  Later, once we start moving again, he asks me to let him wash me again. I refuse. I meant what I said about wanting the reminder of him all over me tomorrow. Knox showers alone. When he steps out, I know it's ended. Though he's not dressed, I can tell he doesn't plan to touch me again.

  Knox sits at the edge of the bed where I lay, back to me, a towel wrapped around his waist. It's just like the first photo I saw of him and exactly how I want to remember him.

  I stand, gather my clothes and close myself in the bathroom. I am horrified to find tears in my eyes. Pain bubbling in my chest. What the fuck?

  “Ella....I need....” I hear him talking through the door but I reach out to lock it, knowing I can't face him.

  “Go, please.” I don't say another word. I can't find words that would feel right.

  “Ella...” I hear him breathing on the other side so I press close, touching the door as if I can feel his warmth. It's cold, though.

  I wait a long time in that bathroom. I put my shorts and shirt back on, not bothering with my boots. I wait until I can't wait a moment longer. But, when I step out, I'm not ready for the emptiness when I find him gone.

  I had a few one-night stands right after my breakup. Needed to feel wanted again. I see nothing wrong with taking what you want from someone and leaving it there. It’s worked for me before, clearly it works for Knox.

  Because, I saw more than his sexy selfies in that phone.

  I saw photos of him with other women.

  I saw videos of him with other women.

  Lots of other women. I wanted to find a place there too. Guess I did. I thought it couldn't be so bad to be a memory like that to someone like him.

  I was wrong. Again.

  Knox

  I can still taste her.

  Still smell her sunshine skin.

  Can still hear her sounds and that husky voice calling me Sir. Fuck. Makes me hard every time it echoes in my head. Which,
since I walked out of that hotel room almost four days ago, has been pretty fucking constant. I spend more time than I'm proud of reliving our night through those videos and photos. Jerked my dick raw the first two days watching me fuck her in the mirror, watching her bound up while I took her that last time. It’s on the fourth day, after a shitty meeting with a designer leaves me pissed off, that I break.

  Barely making it to my office, I lock my office door and like every day this week, pull my dick out as I bring of images of Ella. Only this time, I watch the video of us in the bathroom. Her spread out on the vanity as I eat her sweet pussy. And, when I watch it this time, I catch what I somehow missed before.

  Ella, staring into the camera of my phone, whispering my name over and over. Begging me to make her come. To let her come.

  Most the night, Ella called me Sir. It got me so hard every time I made her come and she asked for more. Every time she got on her knees and offered herself to me. It woke something inside me. Seeing those eyes looking up at me now, saying my name as she pleads for more, it’s better than her submitting, better than her calling me Sir for hours. Because, Ella wanted me to see this. Wanted me to feel something when I saw it.

  Fuck if I don't feel everything.

  Not wasting a moment, I do what I promised I wouldn't. What I know there is no coming back from. Not this time. Not with this woman. From the very first moment, this thing has felt different and although I don't know why, don't pretend to understand what Ella has done to me, I know I am not through with it. Not over it.

  Knox: Tonight. One more night, Ella.

  It's foolish. Reckless. Ridiculous, really. I drum my fingers on my desk, waiting for her to reply. Praying she replies. It’s been just days but it almost feels like another lifetime since I saw her. I am itchy with wanting her again, with wanting more than one night. Which is makes me itch more.

  Ella: Why?

  Fucking minx. I give a stroke of my cock before tucking it away. Saving that shit for later. I close out of my laptop and head out, whistling as I wink at our receptionist, tapping out a reply to Ella.

  Knox: Let me take you out. A date.

  Ella: Do you do that?

  Knox: I do now. Dinner. Two hours?

  Ella: One more night?

  Knox: Might want more, beautiful. Didn't get nearly enough last time.

  It's not a lie but she can't know I mean more than those photos I've salivated over every spare moment. She can't know that I compared them to a few of my favorites and couldn't fathom how I'd ever considered the others good enough to call them favorites. Ella can't possibly know that I didn't want to walk out that night. That I almost went back once the elevator reached the lobby.

  Not even to fuck her again. Okay, yes to fuck her again.

  But, because I wanted to eat with her. Wanted to know about those walks in the park and the dance classes she taught. I wanted to know where she came from, why she was in New York, and what I could do to make her love it like I did. I couldn't tell her that because until I walked out and spent the next days wondering those things, I didn't know how badly I wanted to know those things.

  Ella: Dinner? After?

  Knox: Maybe the park. Maybe I walk you home and kiss you goodnight. Maybe we do dinner again every night. Maybe I take you to my place, tie you to my bed, and fuck you for the rest of the weekend. I don't know because I don't know what I'm doing with you, Ella.

  Ella: Ok, Sir.

  Fuck me sideways. My cock ached in my pants every time I thought about her on her knees, looking up at me with those eyes, that mouth calling me Sir. I wanted her to submit to me because she wanted to. Because she needed to. And because suddenly, I needed her to.

  Ella: Two hours. Park.

  Knox: Negative. Two hours I pick you up like a gentleman, baby. Might fuck like a beast but I want to treat you like a gentleman.

  Ella: Yes, Sir.

  Knox: Do you like to call me Sir, baby?

  Ella: Yes. I do, Sir.

  Knox: Tell me why. Am I the first?

  A long pause makes me anxious as my driver heads through the clogged streets, heading for my place a few blocks from the park. Spotting a woman selling flowers, I call him to stop so I can choose some for Ella. I choose the pretty wildflower and daisy bunch, tossing an extra twenty her way when she claims they're not the best of the bunch.

  “They are for my girl.” I wink at her as she flushes. A ping on my phone makes me flush too as I duck back into the car and we pull back into traffic.

  Ella: Yes, you are. Something about you...makes me want to give you control. Did it before once but he just....controlled how I lived. Not how I felt.

  Knox: He is why you came to New York? He hurt you.

  Ella: Yes.

  That yes cracks something inside of me. Someone hurt her, made her sacrifice herself but never gave her something in return. I want to hurt whoever hurt her. Want to show her I can give her everything. Starting with pleasure.

  Knox: I want to control you, too. Your pleasure and your pain. Want to take from you things I never wanted to take before. Would you let me do that, baby? I rub a hand over my cock as I watch her message dance, waiting for her yes or no.

  Ella: Yes. Sir. I want you to, too.

  Knox: Tonight. Will you do whatever I ask?

  Ella: Yes Sir.

  Knox: Right now? I want proof she wants this as bad as I do.

  Ella: Yes, Sir.

  Knox: Take your panties off. Show me that pretty cunt with your fingers deep inside it. Right now.

  We reach my place and I bolt from the car, giving my driver instructions to be ready to go at a moment's notice. Once the doors close on the penthouse elevator, I have my cock out, stroking the aching length as her message pings. I grunt when I see exactly what I've been craving for days.

  Ella's pussy. Bare. Two fingers inside the wet slit, her panties gone beneath her tiny leotard skirt. Fuck me. I want that sweet honey that's coating her folds on my tongue. Stroking myself to the image, I give her more directions.

  Knox: Video. Take a video of you rubbing that pretty pussy. I want to hear how wet you are. Want to hear you calling my name.

  Never needed someone to want to please me the way I do with Ella. Sinking into the couch in my large living room, I pump my cock as I wait for her to obey. Thinking of her doing just what I say has me so hard, so needy for her I can barely stand it. Until that message pings.

  Holy fuck. My Ella did more than obey my command.

  Spread out before a mirror in a dance studio, Ella is naked. A fucking vision with her perky little tits tugged free of her bodysuit, a hand palming one of them as her eyes fix on the mirror. With her phone aimed between her legs, her fingers pump rhythmically at her soaked slit, her hips bucking as she fucks herself for me. Crying out my name, it takes just a few pumps, a few rubs at her clit before she comes hard.

  “Jesus Christ you're beautiful.” I grunt as I pump faster so I can come as I watch her smirk at the mirror. Before cutting video off, Ella gives me one more gift.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Oh Christ.

  I am done for. Fucking owned.

  Coming hard, I spurt everywhere, ruining my four-hundred dollar shirt. And I don't give a fuck. I tear it off as I pant for breath, tapping out a response to my filthy good girl.

  Knox: Good girl. Made me come so hard, baby.

  Ella: Me too. Now, feed me.

  Knox: Oh I intend to feed you well, beautiful. Pick you up in an hour. Don't bother with panties. I am hungry too.

  After a quick shower and a call to my favorite restaurant, one I hope she will like too, I rush back down to where my driver waits. With my flowers in water just like I asked. He's getting a fat tip tonight. We drive towards the studio Ella gave me the address to, my spirits soaring. Once we pull up, I can barely wait to get to her, but I do my best to play it cool.

  Think I fucking fail. Because I see her stepping out into the late evening sun, my heart thundering as she tips her head to the
sky. Fuck, she's a beautiful woman. How she embraces things makes me want to give her the world. Starting with my tongue between her legs, a delicious meal and an entire night inside her again.

  “Look at you,” I call out from the curb, leaning back against the car, “Always so beautiful. Come here, baby.” I push from the car to meet her half way even as she obeys without hesitation. Making my dick twitch.

  “Hello, handsome.” Ella peers up at me with glittering eyes and a smile so bright I can't help but wear one too.

  “For you,” I present her the flowers, smiling as she tips her face to them, “Stayed away long as I could, Ella.” Ella does not hesitate to press into me and I hook my hands around her ass, bringing her closer still.

  “Longer than I liked.” Fuck, this woman. I lower my head to brush my mouth over hers, whispering an apology.

  “What have you done to me?” I whisper against her sweet mouth before I push my tongue into her sweetness, yanking her up against me.

  I don't know what she's done to me, but I don't want it to stop. I kiss her long and hard on that sidewalk, crushing her pretty flowers between us. Once I load her into the car, I don't bother to hesitate. I drop to my knees, shove her legs up onto my shoulders and feast on the pussy that I spent days starved for. I lick her to two orgasms before we reach the restaurant.

  “Hungry, baby?” I purr as I lick at her folds, watching her shudder beneath me, her head nodding.

  “Starved, Sir.” I grunt as I climb over her, grinding my hard cock against her wetness.

  “Not feeding you what you want just yet, Ella. Dinner first. Come, beautiful.” I kiss her sweet mouth, moaning as she sucks at the tangy sweetness of her cum on my tongue.

  Holding her hand, I lead her inside, keeping her close to my side. I don't want eyes on her, don't want another man to enjoy the vision that she makes. Tucked into an exclusive table in back, I draw her close as we watch one another in flickering candlelight. Not sure who I think I am playing Romeo but I want her to have everything. As long as it's me giving it to her.

  “Been here before, Ella?” I ask as I watch her lovely skin glow in the dim lighting. It flushes as she bows her head shyly, shaking it slowly.