by Daya Daniels
“It’s beautiful.” Elijah whispered, dragging a finger from my ear down to my shoulder blade, allowing it to linger there.
“Is it?”
“Yes.” He stepped closer, allowing me to feel how hard he was as he pushed it into my lower back, earning an appreciative moan from me. I reached back and palmed his cock through his pants, admiring the curve of it. He doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t make a sound. I only hear his breaths, deep and strangled as they nestled into my thick hair. He wrapped an arm around my middle, while my back bowed into him and my head fell back against his hard chest.
“You work naked up here, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I whispered, with a squeak when his fingers began to drag up my thighs.
“You want people to watch you Violet as you skirt around up here in your birthday suit?”
“Yesss.” I hissed, parting my legs.
His thick fingers dug into my thighs, caressing the skin there and then lifted to drag along my stomach. I gripped his wrist, desperate for him not to stop. His hand slid down into my panties and I nearly dissolved into the floor.
“Why won’t you fuck me, Elijah?” I asked desperately.
He only grunted as his fingers slipped into my folds, rubbing my clit and massaging my slit in the most delicious way. I was already wet and hot, grinding against his hand. I was sick of this game he was playing.
“Why won’t you fuck me?” I questioned again, when it seemed clear he was only teasing me.
“Because.” He whispered, running his lips along the outer shell of my ear.
“I can handle it.”
“You’ve never come with a man, Violet. I can tell.”
I give him a pissed off laugh, feeling my frustration at everything about this man sky rocket. His assumption enraged me but I could do nothing. I was desperate for him to be inside of me.
I yelped when his other hand clutched the nape of my neck forcefully, stunning me with the vicious movement.
“That’s the truth, isn’t it?” He bit out, panting against my neck.
“Yes.”
He laughed softly, smooth and confident. “You think I’ll take it easy on you because you can’t see?”
“Yes.” I whimpered, feeling unsettled at the sensation of his fingers around my neck.
He grunted and squeezed tighter. “It’s far from the truth, Violet.”
I remained silent, while he shifted to the side of me, crowding my space, stealing my air. Something about this put me on edge. This position. His strength. The cool control he seemed to have over me.
“You don’t want to be treated like some helpless little blind girl, do you?” He hissed. “Like how the rest of these boys fuck you.”
“No.” I mewled out between breaths. “I want it rough.”
Another grunt, while his thumb grazed over my clit, firm and methodically.
“That’s how I like to give it, Violet.” He moaned, nibbling once at the hot skin on my shoulder.
Snatching me by the neck, he tore my panties away with one strong tug, the material shredding with ease. He dipped down, taking me in a harsh kiss, stealing my tongue away and pushing it into submission each time I attempted to control the kiss. It was long and deep, allowing me to taste the cherries that lingered on his tongue. He pulled away leaving me breathless, his fingers still teasing my slit. His arm held me tighter, while a thick finger slipped inside of me. I nearly collapsed at the sensation, crying out as he filled my slit. The initial assumption I had that he wanted to fuck me, started to melt away between his kisses that left me a mess and the sensation of another one of his thick fingers sliding into me. I screamed as he fucked me hard, kissing me between his pants, pushing his hardness into my hip, nearly bruising me from the force.
My weight was nothing in his grasp. I cried out covered in sweat when he slowed. My hands dropped down to wrap around his thick wrist that was relentless between my legs, tunneling deeper inside of me, hitting that glorious spot usually only I could find.
“So sweet.” He whispered, while I attempted to catch my breath. “Come on, Violet. You’re crushing my fingers.”
Tears slipped from my eyes, when he slowed, lazily stroking my pussy as if he were caressing the chin of a purring cat. The sound of my wetness mixed in with my moans and Elijah’s panting and created the most beautiful fucking music I think I’d ever heard. Something made me angry about this but in this moment, I couldn’t be. My thighs buckled, shook and shivered when his thumb massaged my clit and I was screaming down this art studio, coming, throbbing around his fingers desperate to escape the feeling that he was watching the helpless expression that took over my face.
Elijah
“I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” I whispered, dragging my fingers through Violet’s dark wavy locks and skimming the soft skin on her face.
I pulled the comforter up higher over her sleeping form, appreciating the sight of the vulnerable woman in front of me that was unlike the guarded creature I was so used to seeing. As soon as I stepped inside the door to this place earlier, I was hard. I was hard all the fucking way over here thinking about this woman that fascinated and frustrated me all the same.
She’s gorgeous and she knows it. She has the most remarkable eyes that don’t see you but seem as though they do, when she looks in your direction. She’s beautiful, so beautiful. And she looked even more spectacular when she came earlier. Her small body, locked in my grip. The scent of her hair and her skin surrounding me, allowing me to breathe her in and commit it all to memory. The sweet sound of her voice when she screamed my name.
Her lip quivered and her fingers dug uselessly into my forearm, while my fingers tunneled into her delicious slit. The soft, wet warm place where I hadn’t been in so long. The same place that I knew would be the undoing of me if I went there...especially with Violet.
After making her come earlier, she invited me to her bedroom. I knew what she was expecting and I knew what she wanted when I came here but I refused to be that guy. The guy she uses. The guy she discards and never speaks to again.
I sighed and ran a frustrated hand through my hair. I don’t do this!
I was diving down the rabbit hole head first, with no way out. I should probably make myself comfortable with that fact, instead of trying to fight it. It was as useless as hoping Christmas would never come.
I peered around the bedroom that’s decorated simply with a canopy queen bed, covered in all plush white linens. It’s a strange combination of being girlish and the way a grown woman’s bedroom would look.
Just the feeling of sleeping next to someone like this again did something to me. The sensation of a woman lying next to me and in my arms. The weight of her in my grasp and her back against my chest. Letting out a soft breath, I stepped closer to the window at the far end of the room that had a spectacular view of the Willamette River and the bright lights that ran along the Marquam Bridge. Heading closer to the door, I peered curiously at the stack of books on Violet’s dresser that were classics and a few mystery novels all printed in braille. Removing a sketchbook that rested beneath all of them, I flipped it open to only find it full of scribbles in black marker, on every-single-page, with only a few pages left blank at the back.
A soft grunt left my mouth right before I closed it and looked around again. I walked back over to the bed, pressing a kiss to Violet’s forehead and stood to look at her again. The sleepshirt she had on, hangs off a shoulder revealing the skin at the top of her breast, while I beaded nipple poked against the thin white fabric. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took and her long hair fanned out around her against the white linens. I flexed my hand that’s just begging to touch her and decide that I won’t.
Violet already had my office number but nothing else, so I figured I’d leave my business card where her friend will find it just in case.
It was five in the morning and the sun is maybe an hour away from setting. Taking one last glance around the room, I’m careful t
o head out before daylight begins to take over this city.
CHAPTER FOUR
Violet
“A gift, Violet.” Brooke sang as she poured two cups of coffee.
Clicking on the stereo, feeling chipper I hummed along to Winter by Daughter, while I moved around the kitchen.
“I forgot about that.” I said feeling around, searching the cool surface of the granite countertop.
Brooke nudged the item closer to me. Lifting the heavy object and feeling it in my hands, I chuckled and sniffed the woodsy aroma.
“Is this a piece of cedar?”
“Yeah, it smells incredible. I guess it’s for your fireplace.”
Definitely, the strangest gift anyone has given me.
“Dr. Elijah T. Griffon.” Brooke announced. “He left his business card underneath it.”
“What does it say?” I asked. “Exactly?”
“It says...Dr. Elijah T. Griffon, Licensed Clinical Psychologist, Psy.D.
“124 Tolovana Park, Cannon Beach is the address. He’s a doctor?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, apparently.”
She inched closer to me. I only sipped my coffee waiting for her to speak. Waiting for the questions. Waiting for the ridicule I was certain was on its way.
“I’m sur-surprised.” She stammered out.
“At what?”
“You’ve never brought anyone here before. It’s just strange.”
“I know.” I whined. “I don’t know what I’m doing but I trust him. I don’t know why, but I do and I know I’ve only just met him.”
“You’re comfortable with him being a psyche doctor, Vi? I mean those people are smart. What if he tries to spin your brain or something?”
I laughed out loud. “Brooke, come on. It’s fine. I’ve never met a man I couldn’t break.”
“You haven’t slept with him yet, still?”
“No.” I chuckled.
“Well it’s good Violet, for you. Maybe the two of you could double date with Kyle and I?”
“Is he even speaking to me?”
“Of course, I am. It smells incredible in here.” Kyle interjected, suddenly showing up. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, while I groaned inhaling a familiar putrid scent.
“Hello, Jared.” I mumbled.
“It’s cedar.” Brooke said, likely passing Kyle the piece of wood. He took a long inhale and let out a chuckle.
“Hi, Violet.” Jared replied.
“I’ve prepped nearly everything for the show next week.” Brooke explained, while flipping through a book, turning the pages quickly.
“Okay.”
“All of the pieces will be moved tomorrow. Please don’t give them any problems, Violet.”
“I won’t.” I said softly. “But if you send that prick Jonathan here, it’s going to be a problem.”
Kyle sighed and plopped down into one of the leather chairs in the den. “Are you ready, Brooke?”
“Where are you going?” I asked them.
“We were just going to grab something to eat at Clyde Common’s on Stark Street. You should come with us, Vi.”
“No, that’s okay.”
Especially if Jared was going to be present.
I hated eating out, especially if it was a fancy restaurant. As careful as I was, I always ended up knocking something over, whether it be a glass of water or wine. It always ended in disaster. Whenever I could, I ate with my fingers. It was easier to feel what I was putting in my mouth, rather than to eat clumsily with utensils.
“Vi.” Brooke encouraged.
“No, go ahead you guys.” I said before, heading back to my bedroom.
Violet
It was the middle of the day, I knew and I was miserable. Not to mention, horny. The birds sang and the traffic honked in the distance but in this loft, it was quiet since it was always only me here. Shutting my bedroom door, I slipped back under the thick comforter on my bed burying my head in the pillow that smelled a lot like Elijah. I sighed, running my palm over the soft cotton, feeling curious about when I’d see him again.
It was too soon to call him. Plus, I didn’t do that. Especially, since he hadn’t stayed last night until the morning like I’d asked him to. I’d practically him begged to be more specific. Each time, he gave me one excuse or the other or he didn’t respond at all. Every rejection he tossed my way hurt like hell.
Another deep breath.
Reaching into my nightstand, I fiddled around for the vibrator I hadn’t spent enough time with in these last few weeks. I grabbed it and wriggled out of my panties, letting them rest at my ankles. Dragging my fingers along the insides of my thighs, I moaned at the feeling of my own fingers along my skin. Slowly, they drifted across my lower belly, making me even wetter than I was before. Slipping my fingers down along my seams, I teased my clit with my fingers that were already soaked in my wetness. All warm, soft, tight flesh. I didn’t understand how or why this man wouldn’t want what I’d offered him numerous times. The very reality of it was starting to piss me the fuck off.
Pushing the large cock into my slit, I bit back a groan and chewed into my bottom lip, moving it in and out, deep and hard, soft and light, changing the rhythm with the squirm of my hips. I sank deeper into the bed, feeling my skin grow hot all over and my breathing deepen. The sound of heated cock pushing into my wetness filled the quiet air. The only thing impending was my orgasm that I was desperately chasing.
I wanted to hear his voice. I needed to hear his voice.
Clumsily, I fiddled with the phone, snatching the receiver up off the base. I dialed his number, still heavy with breaths and panting.
“Dr. Griffon.” The deep voice on the other end announced, after it rang twice.
Just the sound of his voice to my ears, caused my pussy to throb around the thickness of the cock, that I was currently blasting myself with. I was responsive not just to his touch but to his voice, to any morsel of attention he offered me. He was becoming my high. My fix and I’d do anything just have a little bit of it, of him and whatever he was willing to offer.
“Hi. It’s Violet.” I managed to say, through my panting.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah.” I squeaked out.
“I only have fifteen minutes for my next call but I can call you back when I’m done.”
“Okay.” I respond, fucking myself harder with the cock, feeling my insides tighten.
I moaned and cried out fucking myself mercilessly, driving myself to orgasm at the sounds of his breaths.
“Fuck. Oh, God. Yesss.” I whined.
It was completely silent on the other end of the line.
The sounds of my wetness became louder as the cock sank deeper inside of me, plowing away at my walls, causing them to convulse and tighten, nearly crushing the vibrator. I whimpered and cried out, coming hard around the substitute cock currently lodged deep in my slit. A loud whoosh of air left my lungs, when I slumped back down on the pillow, out of breath and somewhat satisfied – the earlier tension I felt somewhat abating. God, I wanted this man to fuck me.
It was still quiet. He hadn’t said a word. For a moment, I wondered if he’d hung up but when my breathing eased, it gave way allowing me to hear his, still deep and heavy which were nearly were in sync with my own.
“Violet.” He whispered.
“Yes.”
“You wanted to hear my voice? Or, you wanted me to hear you come again?”
“Both.”
He groaned. “I’m sorry Violet but I have to go.” He said, right before hanging up in my ear.
What. The. Fuck?
I jackknifed in the bed, shooting to an upright position. Snatching a pillow, I let out a frustrating scream into it, wanting to rip it to shreds.
Elijah
This woman was manipulating me. The realization didn’t make me any less hard listening to her fuck herself to orgasm in my ear. I’d come back home the last few times I’d seen her and jerked off in the shower, thinkin
g of her pouty lips.
I shifted myself in my sweatpants, reminding myself that in a less than a minute, I had another call to make with a patient. I needed to concentrate. I had to focus. What happened just now was a distraction. In less than a few seconds, the phone rang.
I took a deep breath and answered. “Dr. Griffon.” Katherine said on the other end of the line.
“How are you, Katherine?”
“I’m okay, I guess.”
Katherine Vargas had been a patient of mine for the last four years. She had generalized anxiety disorder and was afraid of everything that moved. In between that, she had frequent panic attacks that often landed her in the emergency room.
“I wonder if I’m going crazy, Dr. Griffon.”
“You’re not.” I said firmly.
“Have you been running and sticking to the anti-stress plan that I gave you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you find that it is helping?”
“A little.”
“Good.”
“Tell me what’s making you feel like you are losing control anyhow?”
“I don’t know. I can never put my finger on it.”
“Okay.”
I flexed my right hand, peering at the deep scars that covered it and ran down in between my fingers that reminded me of purple spider webs. Settling against the back of my leather chair, I listened to Katherine speak, while staring out the bay window ahead. The wind had picked up, leaving white caps over the waves of the ocean. I’d call Violet back when I was ready but I doubted it would be today. I needed to get my fucking head together and this was already getting to deep for my liking.
Violet
I was pissed but halfway through the drive, when the cool Oregon breeze swept over my face, the anger I felt started to subside. I drifted off to sleep a few times, listening to the sound of birds and soon, I was inhaling the smell of the salty ocean.
Immediately, after Elijah hung up on me earlier, I hopped out of bed dressing quickly and shot out of my loft, for a taxi. Cannon Beach was an hour drive away. At first the driver refused until I promised him a flat three hundred for the job.
