by Daya Daniels
“This is it ma’am.” The man said, when the taxi took a hard left.
“Is the front door far?” I asked.
The man opened his mouth to speak and then stopped once I guess he realized I was blind.
“I’m sorry. I can walk you to it. I can wait to make sure someone is there before leaving you as well if you need.” He offered.
“Thank you but you don’t have to do that.” I shoved him the cash.
His door closed and mine opened. A warm hand thrusted forward, attempting to take mine in his.
I sighed, stepping out and shoving by him. “I really can do it.”
I did need his help getting to the door.
“It’s just straight ahead.” He said. “There’s just a few steps. If I’d known you couldn’t see I-I-I, wouldn’t have charged you regular fare, ma’am.”
“It’s Violet.” I clarified, not appreciating being called ma’am. “And I don’t want or need your fucking handicapped discount.” I mumbled to myself.
I was standing in front of Elijah’s front door. Slowly, I dragged my fingers over the thickly varnished door that still smelled fresh, feeling the cool wood beneath my fingertips and locating the heavy door knocker in the center of it.
“Thank you. You don’t have to stay.”
“I know this isn’t any of my business Violet and I don’t know you from anywhere.”
I arched a brow spinning in the direction of his voice.
The driver hesitated as he went on. “But jumping into taxi cabs alone is a little dangerous for someone with your condition.”
“Thank you for the advice.” I said sarcastically with a chuckle. “But I won’t be needing it.”
He let out a loud breath. Running my hands over the heavy wooden door and finding the perfect spot, I began to pound.
Elijah
Tonight, I was off from my night job. I’d just hung up the phone with my last patient. I’d finally finished the last chapter of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K Rowling – the second book in the series. Setting the book down, I absorbed the unobstructed view of the beach that I had in the distance and of the looming Haystack Rock.
Taking a deep, exhausted breath, I shifted in my chair and flinched, instinctively scanning the room, when loud banging crawled into my ears. I sat forward in my chair, narrowing my eyes and listened to the distant screams – a woman’s voice, high-pitched and shrill. The banging became louder and more rapid.
I stood and slowly walked over to the bay window that overlooked the beach in the distance and the front entrance of the house.
A woman, petite with curves for days and long dark hair, draped over one shoulder stood at my front door, banging as if she was hoping to cave it in. She’s was only dressed in a thick hoodie, jeans and flip flops showing her delicate feet.
I took a deep breath, flexing my hand. Violet truly was unbelievable.
Some part of me should’ve known this would happen.
She pounded a few more times and only became angrier the longer she stood outside in the chill. She stepped back, slipping her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. For a moment, I debated just leaving her outside. I wondered what she’d do if I did. Then I was curious as to how exactly she got here in the first place. After being blind all her life, this woman clearly was resourceful and afraid of absolutely nothing, except for what she needed to be.
“Elijah!” She shrieked, balling her fist and pounding it against the door.
She could’ve called first. No one ever came here without calling first, except for Asher. I squeezed the little green ball in my hand, tempering my irritation and just simply watched her for a few more minutes, until her cheeks became red and her voice gradually went hoarse.
“Elijah!”
I bounded down the stairs and unlatched the door, opening it in a flash. The cool air hit my face but the jolt wasn’t enough to tear my eyes away from the angelic vision in front of me that was scowling with fists balled, seeming ready to brawl.
Immediately, she silenced taking light breaths and looking in my direction.
“Elijah?” She hesitated, taking a few steps forward.
“What are you doing here?” I growled.
She pulled her hand back in a flash and swung it, attempting to hit me in the fucking face. I thought about it earlier but now I really was going to snatch her. I covered her hand with mine, deflecting the blow and snatched the neck of her hoodie with my other hand, yanking her inside, slamming the door and shoving her against the wall.
Violet
My back hit the wall with a thud and a jerk of my neck. This man was strong but I was angry, so we just might’ve been at equal strengths. I heaved for breath pressed against the wall. My own air mixed thickly with his while warmth and strength surrounded me. We both heaved for breaths, while his heavy body nearly crushed mine against the wall.
Only the humming of the Subzero could be heard.
His breaths, laced with the scent of minty mouth wash puffed against my face. I was pissed, enraged and everything in between. I felt the squeeze of his strong fingers around my forearms when I attempted to wriggle out of his grip, which was futile. They only dug in harder, sending my temper to crazy place if it wasn’t there already. I tried twisting out of his hold only hurting myself in the process when he tightened his grip. I stiffened when a small chuckle left his mouth.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I questioned.
He only laughed. “You took an hour drive to Cannon Beach to give me a piece of your mind?”
I remained silent, feeling his eyes on me. “Why do you keep rejecting me?” I asked, willing my tears to stay in my eyes.
Another laugh.
Taking a deep breath, I gritted my teeth forcing myself to calm a little. “You think you know me I see.” I said sardonically, laughing a little. “Dr. Griffon.”
In an instant I was spun around and pressed into the wall which mushed my cheek into it at the same time. My chest was compressed and it was a struggle just to breathe. Warm lips dragged along the shell of my ear, breathing softly while his hips caged me in allowing me to feel how hard he was.
I might be in for a treat.
“I do know you, Violet. Do you know yourself?”
I was panicked at his taunting and teasing – desperate to land a ringer to his face.
“Fuck you.” I spat out, jerking awkwardly in front of him.
“You keep saying that...” His voice trailed off, while he pushed himself into me again, allowing me to feel his cock through the sweatpants he wore.
“I know alll about you, Violet.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
His fingers raked through my hair lovingly. “I know that deep down you’re just a scared, insecure little girl…begging for her mommy.” He hissed out, nibbling on my ear lobe. “That thinks she can control everyone with her temper tantrums, her pussy and outright manipulation.”
Tears dripped from my eyes, hot and angry. I bit my lip to control it’s inevitable quivering. Desperately, I attempted to shrug out of his hold again. It was a mistake coming here. Big mistake. Huge!
“Poor Violet is crying.” He teased in a whisper.
Unable to stop them, they dribbled down my cheeks, warm and thick, coating my lips. I only grew angrier, accepting the fact that I couldn’t move. He was enjoying my tears, drinking them in like they were the sweetest tea he’d ever had.
“Crocodile tears.” He said, yanking me again and dragging me across the tile beneath my now bare feet.
“Fuck you.” I shouted.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I babbled out, still crying.
“What did you come here for?” He asked, folding me over the edge of what had to be a sofa – leather and cool beneath my hot skin.
I remained quiet, somehow trying to separate my desire from the rage I was currently feeling but both emotions were jumbled together, warring with each other.
“D
o you want to leave, Violet? Do you want me to stop?” He hissed into my ear, while his hands raked greedily over my clothes and down my legs. “Huh?”
Still, I didn’t respond, only sobbed. He didn’t stop. I don’t know if I wanted him to stop. He frantically undid my jeans, yanking them down to my knees and fiddled with his own in a frenzy.
“No panties again.”
I only moaned.
“Do you want me to stop, Violet?” He questioned, putting his warm cheek to mine. His breaths deep and labored, his cock hard as rock prodding into my bare ass cheek.
My anxiety increased ten-fold at the feeling of my ass nestled into his groin. It was nothing but heat and strength in his grip. His hard cock dragged up along the inside of my thighs and along my entire crack.
A hand encircled my neck, while he backed away running the head of his dick up along my seam, coating it in the wetness that I knew was already there. God, I wanted him to fuck me – right here, right now. And something pissed me off about that.
He lingered at the seam of my pussy, teasing it while his hand squeezed my neck. There was nothing gentle about this. I was the one exposed. Naked from the waist down wearing a hoodie that was nearly suffocating me in all the heat I felt.
“After all that screaming, suddenly you don’t have anything to say.” He breathed out, parting my legs wider with his strong thigh.
He dipped down to put his lips near my ear. Just when I thought he might kiss me, he spoke. “You came here for something, Violet. Well, let me give it to you.” He crooned, while the head of his cock slid into my asshole.
Elijah
Violet took my cock in her ass like a champ. I knew she had masochistic tendencies but now I was certain. The sight in front of me, had me reeling. This woman looked so fucking sexy in my grip. I gave her everything I’ve been holding back for the past few weeks of resisting her. I ripped off the hoodie she wore and the bra along with it in a few violent strokes, to leave her naked beneath my weight. Her back was arched and slicked in sweat. Her mouth remained deliciously parted as I vaulted her small weight into the back of the leather sofa in front of us. Her thick long brown hair was everywhere. Slowly, I shoved my fingers into the thick mass, leaning forward to inhale the floral scent that lingered on the strands and yanked, exposing her neck to my teeth.
She whimpered when I stilled, her ass settling snuggly against me. Running my hands over her back and hips, I didn’t think I’d ever felt a woman so soft, her skin remarkably supple underneath my hands. She was incredible, which only aggravated me more. Her hot skin nearly scalded me wherever I touched her. A groan left my throat when I continued my stroke, tunneling deeper into her tight passage with my cock, realizing how I almost fit so perfectly there. When she squeaked, I banged into her harder, settling into a vicious rhythm, yanking her head back by the makeshift ponytail I’d made with my hand.
Her back arched when I pushed my cock into her again, setting the pace. This was going to be raw fucking, no Goddamn tenderness. A woman like Violet didn’t need tenderness. If I were to give her that, she’d chew me up and spit me out, just like all the others. She’d never forget this and since she planned to never see me again, I was going to leave an everlasting mark on her.
“Violet.” I growled, focusing on the way her fingers desperately dug into the chocolate leather of the sofa beneath us.
She only moaned, without giving me any words and I needed words.
My chest heaved for breath at the sight in front of me of my thick, long cock beating in her hole, brought something primal out of me. Something I’d long ago buried, deep down, convincing myself that this...what was happening right now, I didn’t need it anymore.
“Violet?” I growled out, fucking her even harder, listening to the legs of the sofa as they slid across the ebony hardwood floor.
Sweat dripped down the sides of my face and my balls grew tighter, begging to release everything that had been stored in them for the last hundred years it felt like. I fucked her in a frenzy, desperately chasing my come.
“Violet.”
An appreciative gasp left her mouth and her pouty lips parted. In the beginning, she seemed to be in pain. Now, I was certain she was enjoying it, as was I. Releasing her hair from my grip, I eased down, settling over her small frame. Her back was to my chest. I inhaled the scent of her hair and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, still plunging deep inside of her. She gasped and my dick twitched to come.
“Yes.” She responded breathlessly, eyes filled with tears and lip quivering.
She screamed when I pounded into her harder, filling her with every inch of me, easing out slow and then vaulting my cock back in, forcing her tight passage to meld to me. I continued my stroke, snaking a hand down between her legs to find her pussy soaking wet. I nibbled on her bare shoulder, easing two of my fingers into her slit, dragging them in and out, massaging her clit with my thumb.
A deep moan vibrated through her, while her fingers dug harder into the soft leather at cushion. Her hazel eyes were glittery but the tears that I know, so badly need to spill, don’t. She placed her chin to her shoulder, finding my lips that I was having difficulty denying her. Our lips locked into a punishing kiss, tongues twisted and danced, stealing a little bit from each other. They released with a pop, while I kept my rhythm, reveling in the feeling of the small warm body beneath me and the way her asshole cocooned my neglected flesh.
Fuck.
She kissed me again.
“Are you enjoying this?”
“Y-yeah.” Violet stuttered out, as I fucked her with my fingers, struggling to hold on to any shred of resistance I had. I fucked her harder, deeper, burying myself inside of her.
She screamed again, the shrill sound cutting through the silence and the sound of the waves crashing against the beach in the distance. The sound of my name on her sweet lips, lazily putting me in a trance where only the scent of her and sound of her voice remained. Her thighs quivered mercilessly, when my fingers pushed deeper. A growl vibrated through me and putting my lips to the shell of her hot ear, I whisper. “Come,” and she does.
Violet
In one loud, drawn out exhale, I dug into the warm leather in my grip. I came under Elijah’s relentless stroke in my ass and at the expertise of his hand that had settled between my warm thighs. He rubbed my clit again and I jerked in his grasp, only to hear the light remnants of a chuckle leave his mouth. His lips grazed my ear gently and slowly and every word that came from his mouth, forced more tears to well in my eyes. A whimper spilled from my lips, while I listened to the frenzy above me. When he dipped back down his skin warmed mine when his bare chest touched my back.
This was intimate and I didn’t fucking do intimate.
I attempted to straighten myself only to be wrenched back into position beneath him, his hands maneuvering me as if I weighed nothing.
“I’m not finished with you, Violet.” He hissed and I could only hear primal lust and need in that deep, smoky voice of his that fondled my ears.
I inhaled loudly, bracing myself when his cock eased out of me and just as fast, snaked its way into my pussy, splitting me wide open, finding that special spot that hit that my core. He hissed when he entered me fully, grazing his stubbly chin against my shoulder. I pushed up on my tippy toes and groaned, accepting just how big he was and he’s big. This is by far, the biggest cock I’ve ever had and I don’t think I was prepared for any of this. None-of-it.
When he slides out of my wetness, I cry out nearly at the same time he does. I bite my lip when his hips settled into a pace behind me, that I don’t think my brain could possibly keep up with. I screamed and cried and whimpered, feeling the desperate assault of another orgasm, looming in the shadows waiting to pounce on me.
“That’s it.” He whispered, easing away from me to stand.
His fingers dug into my hips when he began to fuck me, plowing into me with all his weight. With each slam of his powerful hips, I whimpered and inhaled, feeling th
e tears spilling from my eyes to trickle down my cheeks. I only sobbed more at the realization that I was crying. He didn’t stop. He only fucked me harder, clutching the back of my neck with his large hand, locking me into position.
I was coming again but all I could do was cry!
I sobbed through most of my orgasm. A savage noise that could’ve woken the dead, left Elijah’s mouth when he stilled, allowing me to feel the entire length of him twitch and jerk deep inside of my pussy.
I should’ve been pissed he came inside of me but I couldn’t gather the courage to speak. Exhausted, I slumped over the front of the sofa. His hard chest brushed my back finding my mouth. His lips mushed against mine, suppressing a few lingering whimpers, his tongue tracing over the outline of my mouth teasingly.
“I knew you could be a good girl, Violet.” He whispered.
I heaved for breath, still tasting my own salty tears. “Did you mean that stuff that you said to me earlier?” I asked in breath.
“Yes.” He said softly, pulling me closer to him, right before scooping me up in his arms.
Elijah
“Violet.” I whispered, touching her lightly, admiring her heart-shaped, pouty lips.
It was five thirty in the morning and still dark outside. The sun would be up in an hour. I didn’t sleep well last night, spending most of the night keeping watch over the woman in my bed. I wasn’t used to this – sleeping with someone.
Taking a deep breath, I sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window, feeling a slither of the cool breeze seep in through the window crack and wash over my bare feet. It was so perfect being here, like this. I was surprised Violet had agreed to stay and she wasn’t bolting for the door after we fucked, like I suspected she would’ve been.
I cradled her in my arms last night and carried her to bed, tucking her in next to me. After asking if she wanted dinner, she murmured a “no” and shut those beautiful hazel eyes of hers, leaving her fingers near her mouth in a graceful pose.
