by Linnea May
"You asked for me bare and real," she coos in a soft voice. "This is it. This is all I can give you."
A moment of tense silence stretches between us as she awaits my response, while I try to calm the monster inside me.
Fuck it. There's no use. Not tonight.
Chapter 32
Elene
He pulls me closer with desperate need, his lips meeting mine with such force that all doubts about my decision are instantly cast aside. I was worried that he'd take my toned-down appearance as a sign of laziness. The same kind of laziness that people in long-term relationships accuse each other of once they get too comfortable around each other.
But he took the minimal paint on my face just as it was meant—a gesture to show him that I'm willing to show him the woman behind the mask I was forced to wear for so long. I was taught that attraction had to be earned and attention forcefully drawn to you by acting as peacocks do. It worked well for years, but it never granted me with a kiss such as this.
His lips are hot and surprisingly soft as they meet mine. Seconds pass with me being unable to breathe, robbed of air by the vicious way he claims me. His tongue invades my mouth in a rigorous rush, as if I had been the one to make him wait. I welcome him, easily joining his greedy dance while I fight the urge to move my hands up to him. He's keeping me locked in place, holding my face between his hands during our ravenous kiss, while mine remain on my thighs. Obedience has always been my strong suit, but it has never been this hard to contain myself.
I melt into our kiss, somersaults assaulting my core and making it close to impossible to lull my agitated body.
Hope blossoms within my chest as I allow the idea that this could be it, that tonight I would finally get what he's been denying me for reasons only he fully understands.
I try to shut it out, determined to savor this astounding kiss that feels strong enough to crush my soul. If he decided to leave right now, I would lose it. I know I would finally lose my mind and I would do whatever it took to get him back, to make him give me what I need. Because he owes me.
It's a strange realization, but it couldn't be closer to the truth. Despite evoking climax after climax from my sore body, I feel like he's the one taking things from me while I'm the one who doesn't hesitate to give.
He never breaks our kiss but amplifies the force of his assault when he lets go of my face and pushes me back instead, his left hand moving between my legs, while he guides me to the floor with the other.
I want to protest but am silenced as soon as he begins toying with my center. Instead of fighting him off, I lie down on my back, stretching and spreading my legs to let him in.
"Good girl," he praises, his deep voice sounding right next to my face.
The moan that escapes me when he glides between my wet folds is created by a blend of pleasure and agony. He pins me down on the floor with his strong body, pushing my legs even further apart with his knees while his skillful fingers brush along my clit, evoking one explosive sensation after another.
I shake my head in protest, searching for his eyes.
"No," I plead, having to clear my throat. "Please, don't."
"Don't what?" he asks, his gray eyes narrowing with ominous threat.
The tip of his finger collides with an especially sensitive part of my throbbing core and I jerk beneath him.
"Don't make me come," I beg, fixating him with a supplicating look. "Not before I have seen you."
His eyes flicker. "Seen me?"
I bite my lip, gathering the courage to voice my demand.
"Seen you like you have seen me," I clarify.
Understanding scurries over his expression as he nods. He lets go of me, leaving an uncomfortable void as he straightens up, while I'm still sprawled on the floor hesitant to move. He gets up on his feet, already pulling at his tie while I slowly follow on instinct, sitting upright as my gaze is glued to him.
"You may help me," he says, getting rid of his tie first, before he opens the first button of his suit jacket.
I don't need to be told twice and gather myself up, in a hurry to get up on my feet and lend him a hand. A foreboding chuckle graces his handsome face as he watches my somewhat clumsy excitement. The suit jacket glides down over his shoulders, revealing a pristine white shirt underneath. My fingers are shaking when I reach for the buttons, opening one after another and slowly exposing his hairless chest.
My eyes seek his for quick reassurance before my hands glide under the shirt, skimming the tanned skin that stretches across his sharp muscles. I make my way up to his chest to the right and to the left, opening the shirt and finally draping it off of his marvelous body. It sits tight around the muscles of his upper arms, asking me to force the fabric down with a vicious yank that almost causes the material to rip.
I don't want to gape, but I can't help it when I'm faced with his chiseled physique. A well-defined landscape of ripped muscles graces his upper body, all the way from his broad shoulders to his bulky chest, then tapering down to a narrow waist. My eyes linger on his sculptured abs and the V-lines that stand out against his pelvis, pointing down to the massive bulge still hidden behind dark fabric.
He stands tall before me, letting me explore his marvelous physique with both my hands and my eyes. I've never been with a man like him. I don't even think I've ever seen a man built like him in real life. My awe culminates in a move that I would have considered silly and embarrassing if I were told about someone else doing it, but my reservations are put on hold as I'm overtaken with his erotic appeal.
I close my eyes and lean forward, inhaling his scent before my tongue meets his skin. I follow the outlines of his ripped torso as I drag it along, a hint of salt playing at my taste buds. I sink down to my knees in a slow and gradual descent, never leaving the connection with his toned body until I reach the waistband of his suit pants and my chin collides with his hardness.
I look up at him, a mischievous smile tugging on my lips as I begin to fondle the buckle of his slim belt. He watches me, smirking as I fiddle clumsily, struggling to free his erection as neither the belt nor the zipper of his pants are playing along with my uncoordinated movements. Impatience gets the better of me, causing me to hurry when I shouldn't and only worsening the delay. He is visibly amused at my misguided attempts, but sighs with relief just as much as I do when I finally manage to pull down his pants and reveal his hardness right in front of my face.
I let the pants slide down his legs, paying no further attention to them as my eyes are fixated on his impressive girth. I don't wait for a command or permission to touch him, but reach forward on my own accord, wrapping my slim fingers around his size. An awed sigh escapes my lips as I feel his length again, unable to imagine what it must feel like inside me. He is gigantic, his tip about half the size of my fist. It's glistening with precum, a telltale sign that I'm not the only one who is tortured by anticipation.
He doesn't stop me when I lean forward, my fingers gliding down his length as I replace them with my lips. A groan comes from deep within his chest and he cocks his hips, thrusting forward while I struggle to take him in. My lips wrap around his glistening tip, slowly moving forward until I have swallowed it whole, using my tongue to tease the lower side of his shaft. I'm taking it slow, savoring every inch, pausing and teasing, making sure I drive him just as insane as he did me. He's trembling, fighting to hold back, when I feel his urge to grab a fistful of my hair and fuck my poor throat in brute thrusts.
We move toward each other, his pelvis leaning into me while I choke on his massive size. There's no way I can take all of him, but I'm disappointed to see how little I manage. I've often been praised for my blowjob skills, but his cock brings me stretched to my limits.
I suppress a gag reflex when his large tip is pressed against the back of my throat, still leaving about half of his length uncovered. I leave my fingers wrapped around him, the tips barely touching when I apply pressure, using all my strength. Th
e moan that departs his lips is all the approval I need before I allow myself to retreat. I am trained at breathing normally while having a cock pushed down my throat, but it's hard to hide the effort before him. I try to hide my exhaustion by fully withdrawing, sucking and licking on his round tip while I discreetly fill my lungs with much-needed air.
I use my second hand to cover his entire length, wrapping my fingers around him as good as I can while I stroke him with a strong but calm force, tasting the tip of his member with relish. I can feel him shaking, his muscled legs tensing up as his hands turn into fists right next to me. A smile mixes in between my toying with his length when I'm overrun with a rush of power.
I jerk in surprise when I feel his hands on my shoulders, pushing me away from him while simultaneously stepping out of his pants. I can barely cast him a confused look before he's down on his knees, joining me at eye level and forcing me to let go of him.
Before I can begin to understand what's going on, his lips meet mine again, sealing another kiss that tosses all questions aside. Our kiss is gentle at first, but turns into a ravenous assault within moments. My heart is racing, fueled by his touch, his hot lips colliding with mine again and again while our tongues intertwine with greedy urgency.
"You've been a bad girl," he hisses between our kisses, his lips barely leaving mine as he speaks.
I want to protest, but am robbed of my breath when he pushes me back, once again forcing me to lie down on the black carpet. I squirm beneath him while he pins me down with his body just like he did before. But he's naked this time, his massive erection poking against my belly while he moves my hands above my head, joining my wrists and keeping them in place with one hand while the other travels along my body.
"Fuck me," I beg, trying to catch his eyes with mine.
To my disappointment, he shakes his head, averting my gaze while he skims along the side of my waist down to my hips, following the outline of my pelvic bone.
"Not yet," he whispers, his voice heavy with dark foreboding. "You will come for me first."
My eyes widen in shock. No! He can't do this to me!
Yet he is. I jolt in his hold when he reaches my center, parting my lips with two fingers while a third crushes against my swollen nub. I'm so sensitive, so erect with excitement that even this short touch sends a blitz through my core that feels like a rapture of bliss right then and there.
"No!" I protest, trying to close my legs, but he blocks me with his knees.
"Yes!" he objects. "Fight me and I'm out of here."
His warning comes with a harsh look, his eyebrows creasing as he fixates me. "Do you understand?"
I scoff, which he regards with an arched eyebrow. "I'm serious, Elene. You're not the one in charge."
Yes, I am. Or at least I was a minute ago, when he was trembling under my hands. I nod helplessly, moaning in agony as he continues to massage my clit just the right way.
Fuck, why does he have to be so good at this?
"Stay," he hisses, confusing me yet again when he lets go of my hands, hovering over me for a second to see whether I will obey and leave my wrists just where he put them. Of course I do, as hard as it may be. I don't move, not even when he trails down, cupping my breasts with both of his hands, and not even when he takes my left nipple between his lips, sucking on it and nibbling on the sensitive skin while kneading my tits.
I arch my back, leaning into his teasing as he grows more violent. He's assaulting my body with such vicious need that it feels like an attack, as if he were eating me alive, savoring me like a meal he has been waiting on for far too long. His nibbling turns into bites, digging into my sensitive nipples while I yelp in pain blended with ecstasy. It's the first time he ever inflicted physical agony on me, but he's doing it so fucking well by pushing just the right buttons and knowing just how to crush me.
I'm nothing more than a shivering mess with glassy eyes when he lets go of my tortured tits, crawling along my body, leaving bites and kisses on my pale skin until he reaches my mound. I hold my breath while he pauses, his eyes moving up to mine and staying there while he kisses my hot lips. I'm having trouble focusing, my vision impaired by the light from above and the daze he put me in. A suppressed shriek fills the room when his tongue collides with my throbbing clit. He slides and twirls around my most sensitive spot, wet and hot from all the teasing before.
"Come."
His command vibrates close to my core, accompanied by hot breath that sends me over the edge. Overwhelming sensation casts aside all other emotions, bringing me into a state so far away that I doubt the reality of what is happening to me.
A single tear rolls down my cheek when a bitter realization blends with the delight he's giving me.
During my climax, no matter how intense it may be, I'm clenching around agonizing emptiness.
Chapter 33
Elene
Of course, my tears confuse him. He parts from my hot, dripping center with a final kiss, and then sits up straight, his heat-filled eyes trailing along the sweaty curves of my shaking body. I'm a good girl and never left the position he ordered me to take. My hands still meet, pinned to the floor, at the wrists above my head, with nothing except for me obeying his command as my incentive for keeping them there.
I'm writhing as I try to suppress the tears that threaten to fall. My legs are still spread wide and my tortured tits still throbbing with a slight afterburn.
He's hovering above me, blocking the light from the overhead fixture from blinding me. All I see is his gorgeous face, and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.
"Hey, hey," he says in a soft voice, stroking the side of my face tenderly, where a strand of hair is sticking to my wet cheek.
"I'm so—"
He beckons me to remain quiet by placing his index finger on my lips.
"You know I hate that," he whispers, using a tone of warning.
A shy smile plays at the corners of my mouth. I feel weak, as if my body has turned into jelly, and I find I’m unable to support myself when he helps me to sit up. He reaches for my arms first, finally allowing me to lower them as he gathers me up in his strong arms. I sigh with relief when his warmth surrounds me, an overriding feeling of comfort consuming my senses from being pressed against his hard chest and his muscular arms wrapped protectively around my shoulders. I close my eyes.
We remain like that, two bodies breathing in sync, locking in one another's arms. I feel as if I’m melting into him, relaxation and trust finally overturning the sting of disappointment. My eyes fixate on his rock-hard length when I open them sleepily. I reach for him on instinct, expecting him to push me aside as I reach into his lap. To my surprise, he doesn't stop me. Instead, he lets out a soft moan when I close my hand around his girth, stroking it with gentle motions.
"Why, Damon?" I breathe. "Why won't you fuck me?"
He squeezes me in his embrace. "Who said I won't?"
"Then when?" I wonder out loud, tilting my head back to look up at him. "Why not just do it now?"
The smile that encompasses his face has a tinge of somber darkness.
"I wanted to taste you as you came," he says nonchalantly. "There are too many things I wanted from you before burying my dick between your legs."
He places a finger below my chin, tilting my head back a little more before leaning down for a kiss. His lips barely touch mine, only brushing them. Even now, he's making me ask for it. I stretch up, claiming for myself what he's so reluctant to give. He doesn't retreat but welcomes my need for more. This is his game, his way of ensuring he gets everything I'm willing to give, but nothing more.
Our kiss is sensual, but also patient and almost innocent compared to the one we shared before he made me come on his tongue. I'm the one to break it, searching his gray eyes for a clue to what he seems to be hiding from me.
"Things you wanted from me," I repeat. "Past tense."
He nods with a reflective smile, but doesn't say a word.
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"So, did you get everything you wanted?" I ask. "Is it time yet for me to finally get what I want?"
I never noticed his dimple before, the one that appears on his left cheek when he smirks in a certain way. Maybe it doesn't show with a simple smile, but only when he makes a face like the one he’s making now. There's an intimacy to that smirk, something I want to believe he doesn't share with a lot of people.
"Well, I made you dance on my fingers. I felt you climax while I was inside of you. You exploded on my tongue, I tasted you while you were riding that last orgasm," he lists, pausing as he licks his lips. "Damn, that was delicious."
I blush at the thought of him eating me out. Years in my profession should have hardened me to such eroticism, but somewhere buried deep inside me is that young, chaste schoolgirl I was before I became a high-class escort.
"And still, you look like that when I talk about the things I did to you," he says, shaking his head. "Why does it feel like I'd be corrupting you if I'd fuck you?"
"Corrupting me?"
He nods. "I might take more than you're ready to give."
"Is that what you're worried about?" I ask, a bitter laugh escaping me as I shake my head at his nonsensical comment. "I may not look like it, but I can handle more than you think, Damon."
His eyes flicker, suggesting that when I speak his name, it has the same effect on him as it does to me when he says mine. There's a certain intimacy that neither one of us is accustomed to.
I increase the pressure on his cock by tightening my grip around it. The moan that flees his lips sends a tickle of pleasure radiating down into my core. I've just recovered from the most recent high he forced on me, but my body is still begging for more, still begging for him to be buried inside me.
