by Winters, KB
Back in his suite, Dylan opened the glass doors and the rush of the ocean filled the otherwise silent room.
I let the coat slide down my shoulders and handed it back to him.
He took it from me, but his eyes never left me as he studied my body. I was wearing a black lace overlay dress with a nude-colored fabric underneath which gave the illusion of only wearing strategically placed lace. I wasn’t wearing a bra and as he took me in, my nipples strained against the rings as they hardened. I gasped at the sensation…a little pinch and a lot of pleasure.
God, he hadn’t even put his hands on me yet.
I stepped closer to him, daring him, wanting him to make the next move. Each minute I spent with him only confused me more. He was incredibly patient when it came to the bedroom, but then displayed a very short fuse when outside of it. All I knew was that whatever he was plotting and rolling around in his wicked mind, I wanted to know what it was.
Sooner rather than later.
“Are you still wearing the rings?” he asked, matching my step until we were inches apart. He brought his hands up my hips and settled just under my breasts.
I nodded and licked my lips.
“Show me,” he said.
I hesitated for a moment. This was what I wanted, and yet for some reason, my brain shorted out at the command.
“Ellie,” he said, his voice low, almost chiding. “Don’t tease me, or make me wait.”
“Why not? What happens if I want to tease you?” I said, surprising myself with my bold questions. Something about Dylan made me feel seductive and powerful. I knew he wanted me, and it changed the game. I could flirt and tease and play if I wanted to.
His hand slid down my back and rested on my ass. “I don’t want to have to punish you.”
My eyes went wide at his statement. “Punish me? How would you do that?”
“I would spank you,” he said, very matter-of-fact.
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Really?”
I knew he wasn’t joking by the look on his face, but I also didn’t fully understand.
Something inside me churned, wanting to…
“Show me,” I whispered. “Punish me.”
He replied by delivering a swift, spank that took my breath away instantly.
“Oh!” The slap was harder than I had anticipated, leaving a sting on my butt cheek. But, as soon as it faded, I found myself wanting more. The look on Dylan’s face, the intensity in his eyes and the small twitch of a satisfied smile of his amazing lips, left me wet and more curious than ever.
“Now, show me the rings,” he said.
Chapter Five — Ellie
This time, I didn’t hesitate at Dylan’s request. I slipped from the straps of my dress and shimmied down the fabric until my breasts were exposed for him. His thumbs went to the sparkling rings encircling my tender nipples and with one flick, I nearly came undone. The rings had been on for so long that the sensitivity was off the charts and the slight touch, while not painful, was a new sensation for me.
“They look good on you,” he said. “Perfect, actually.”
For a brief moment, I wondered how many other women he had purchased this type of jewelry for in the past, but quickly shook the thought away.
He seemed to read my body and knew that I was ready, hungry, for more. He stepped in closer, closing the last remaining gap between us. My nipples brushed up against his soft dress shirt and I gasped, shocked by my own reaction. He paid no attention and swallowed up the gasp as he pressed his lips to mine, capturing me in a kiss so fiery it was like we were familiar lovers. One of his hands ran over my shoulder and arm as his other got lost in my hair and pulled it free of the clasp holding it back. Once it was down, curled halfway down my back, he wove his hand in the base of it and pulled back, jerking my head sideways to get access to my neck which he explored thoroughly with his hot, hungry tongue.
A moan escaped my lips when he reached my earlobe. My whole body was on fire as he licked a trail back to my collarbone. I knew I was soaking wet with need, and out of impatience I reached down in between our frenzied bodies, blindly trying to find the top fastener on his pants. As I fumbled with the waistband, he delivered another slap to my ass.
“I say what you do,” he said, backing away from me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, almost like he was drunk, but I hadn’t seen him drink anything beyond the first glass of champagne. And something told me a man like Dylan could hold down more than a flute of champagne.
I twitched under his fierce gaze, desperately wishing for his hands to come back to my body. Every nerve was activated and waiting for him. Luckily, he didn’t make me wait long.
“Turn around,” he said.
When I did, he unzipped my dress, taking his time when he reached the end of the zipper. I could feel the breeze through the doors, blowing against my skin. His hands went below the fabric and enclosed my ribs, spreading warmth throughout my body as he moved up my back to my shoulders. He pushed the dress down my body, leaving me there in nothing but my thong and heels.
“Do you like being disciplined?” he asked, his hand resting on the bare cheek of my ass.
“Yes, very much,” I moaned, hoping to excite him to do it again. I wondered what it would feel like, his hand on my bare skin. Would it leave a mark? I decided I didn’t care.
Without warning, he spanked me again. I called out as the pain registered through me before melting into pleasure.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said before his hand landed on my ass again. I moaned at the fire he lit inside me. “Ellie,” he whispered and spun me around to face him again. Before I could even take another breath, his lips claimed mine, this time with much more heat and fervor than before. My pussy ached, ready for him. I knew if he touched the outside of my panties, he would find them soaking wet.
He kissed me like a man possessed, backing me up until we both collapsed across the bed. He pinned me down with his weight, and then lifted my arms up above my head and held them against the soft comforter.
He left me only long enough to strip off his clothes. When he returned, he was completely naked and as he straddled me, I felt his cock firm and at attention, pressing between my legs.
“Ellie, you’re so fucking wet,” he hissed. He smiled a wicked half-smile at the discovery and lowered his fingers between my thighs. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
“I want you to.” I arched back against the bed as his fingers grazed my panties and tried to press myself against him. A mountain of pressure had been building beneath the surface all night, and now I was ready to explode.
“Dylan, please, touch me,” I pleaded, my eyes wide and locked on his.
His fingers left me and he smiled again. “Not yet.”
He pushed off the bed and left me laying there, panting. I sat up slightly and watched as he strutted across the room to the dresser. My heart hammered, thinking about the scarves. I looked back at the posts on the bed. They were much too far apart for me to be tied to them. My shoulders would dislocate, and although I knew Dylan liked to inflict a little painful pleasure, I was sure that would be taking things too far.
He came back with a silver chain that matched the metal of the diamond necklace and rings. Before I could ask what it was, he attached the chain to each of the nipple rings and gave a slight tug.
I cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain that ripped through my body.
Without another word, or any explanation, he lowered back to the bed, and dropped the chain. With one move, he ripped my panties off of me. I heard the elastic snap and he threw the destroyed lace to the floor. I wiggled with anticipation, my pussy pulsing with long overdue need for his touch. He threw me one more devious grin before he pushed apart my legs. For a moment, he stared at me, and I jerked to put my knees back together to block his view.
“Ellie, you have to trust me.” He pushed them apart again, gentler than bef
ore, but still making his intent clear. “I want to look at you.”
I nodded and tried to relax. Before my insecurities could take over again, Dylan licked his finger and slid it between my swollen lips and all thoughts of decency went out of my head. He fingered my clit with small circles, sliding easily in the wetness, to quickly get me close to crashing over the edge, but he stopped short of letting me finish.
He waited till I calmed down again before starting his circles again and I shot right back to the peak. I moaned but muffled the ending, not wanting to be too loud.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he prompted as I tried to hold back my reaction to each move he was making.
He thrust a finger deep inside me and I couldn’t stop myself from calling out his name.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled.
I had my eyes shut, my head pressed into the pillows, and before I realized what was happening, Dylan’s tongue replaced his fingers between my wet thighs and I screamed out again as he sucked my clit between his lips.
My eyes flew open and I nearly died as I watched him bobbing his head in between my legs.
“Oh, my God!” I said over and over again as he slid his fingers inside of me. “Dylan, I’m going to come,” I said. My fingers scratched down his shoulders as I gripped into his flesh but he didn’t slow.
His other hand reached up and wrapped the chain that was resting against my stomach, around his finger. I rocketed back against the pillows, fucking his face, as he pulled the hardest yet on the nipple rings. When he slid a wet finger inside my ass and finger-fucked my virgin hole. I lost it, seeing stars behind my eyelids. I came hard and fast, panting and clawing at him as my body rode each wave.
Dylan didn’t let me recover at all before he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to the edge of the bed. With very little effort, he stood me up, flipped me around, and bent me over the bed. He slapped my ass hard and I screamed into the mattress. He slapped me again and I nearly exploded. Each slap of his powerful hand vibrated through my body and tingled my already-on-fire nerves. I waited for a third, but it never came.
“Dylan?” I panted.
I turned my face just to see him reach for a condom from the side table and then quickly slide it down his thick shaft. Then in one smooth motion, he grabbed my hips hard and slammed his cock into me fully, with one powerful thrust.
“Shit!” I yelled out loud before stuffing the pillow in my mouth to silence myself.
“Fuck! Nice and tight,” he growled as he began thrusting in and out of me. He was fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked and it drove me higher and higher than I already was. He spanked my ass again as he fucked me, and the walls of my pussy tightened around his cock.
“Damn! Fuck, Ellie,” Dylan gasped and I smiled to myself. I loved knowing that I had that effect on him.
He groaned and I felt him thicken. I knew he was close and I was on the edge. As his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of me, I peaked again as well. When we both were finally still, he collapsed over me, his breath hot against my back as he rested his cheek against me. When he pulled away from me, he gently stood me up and turned me around to face him. His face was coated in a sheen of sweat and when he kissed me, I could taste the salt on my lips. He removed the nipple rings gently and put them in my hand before retrieving a bottle of dry oil from the bedside table and applying it to my sore skin.
The special care he was showing me was overwhelmingly sweet and I found myself speechless as I watched him.
“Get comfortable,” he told me. “Take whichever side you want. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, and lay back on the bed and watched him, in all his naked glory, as he crossed the room and went into the attached bathroom. I fluffed the pillows and reclined back, letting the reverberating sensations of that final, earth-shattering orgasm, wash away. I was left feeling boneless and exhausted—in the best possible way—and I shut my eyes, trying to memorize and relive every single second of the encounter and wondering how long I’d have to wait before we could do it all over again.
I knew it went against all of my better judgment, but being with Dylan was becoming a slight addiction.
Oh, well. There were probably worse things.
Chapter Six — Dylan
Ellie was already asleep by the time I got back from the bathroom.
She is beautiful. My body ached with need for her, even though I’d just had her. There was something about her that left me fulfilled and hungry all at once. She wasn’t like any other woman I’d ever fucked before. She had a gentle innocence and desire, but she was a complete firecracker as well, and wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. A girl like her was meant to do big things in this world. Things I couldn’t help her with.
I let out a long sigh. How stupid was I to think I could ever give her what she needed? What she deserved? Yeah, I could buy her anything she wanted and fuck that sweet pussy to oblivion, but relationships weren’t built on sex—or money.
And my life revolved around the latter.
My business was my life. She’d be hours away at school, and there was no way to make a long-distance relationship work between us. Ultimately, we could try for a little while, but we would only end up hurting each other. I didn’t know how she felt about me, but I didn’t want to be the one responsible for her heartbreak or for her setting aside her goals and dreams to try and work her life around mine.
When I’d first started my company, I’d traded the idea of a normal life with a wife and kids. I knew it wasn’t something that would be possible once things took off. I needed to have control of every move, every minute of every deal. Handing over the business I had invested blood, sweat, and even a few tears into, wasn’t an option. It was mine.
A girl like Ellie doesn’t deserve that.
I couldn’t even ask her to try.
Every fiber in my body was rebelling against the plan formulating in my mind, but I knew there was no other way.
I climbed into the bed beside her and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her tight against me. My heart rate slowed and I let myself relax into her soft form. Her curves and softness pressed up against my hardened muscles. We melded together and I sunk in deep.
The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was streaming in through the still-open glass doors that led to the private patio. Ellie was still wrapped up in my arms and my heart sank, knowing it was time to say goodbye.
“Ellie? Hey, Ellie.” I shook her shoulder.
She opened her eyes slowly, straining against the light of the bedside lamp I had turned on. “Dylan? What time is it?”
“It’s seven. Listen, I need to take you back to your room now.”
She squinted at me and I could tell she was confused. “My room? Is everything okay? Is Dixie okay?”
She sat up, holding the sheets against her.
“I’m sure Dixie’s fine.” I hesitated, taking a deep breath, “I just have a lot to do. I have to get ready to leave, so I’ll walk you back to your room.”
“You’re leaving today?”
“Yeah. So, I need time to pack and everything.”
“All right, umm, sure. Do you want to exchange numbers, then? Or, how do we—?”
I shook my head. I hated myself already for what I was about to do, but it couldn’t be avoided. “Ellie, I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” she repeated. This time, she propped up to a sitting position and pulled the sheets up with her.
“I can’t promise you anything. This—you—everything was a lot of fun, but this is where it ends.”
Her eyes were fully open now and throwing daggers my way.
I deserved every single one, but they still hurt. “Please, let me walk you back.”
She jumped out of the bed as if she had been shot from a cannon and raced to gather the trail we’d left of her clothes. She threw her dress on over her head and struggled with the zipper in the back. I stepped forward and extended a hand to assist her but she whirled ar
ound like I had a hot poker at the end of my arm. “No, don’t touch me.”
“Ellie, come on. Don’t be like that. This isn’t personal.”
“The hell it isn’t! I know, I know. I should be gracious and cool and say something detached and sophisticated, like ’Thanks for the experience’ or whatever. But, you know what, that isn’t me. I knew this was a long shot, but after everything last night and our conversation, and then…” She paused, staring at the bed and then seeming to lose her concentration. “You know what, it doesn’t matter.”
She reached behind her, finished the zipper and then unclasped the necklace she was still wearing. The one I’d bought for her.
“Here,” she said, holding it out to me.
“No, Ellie, it was a gift. I don’t want it back.”
“It wasn’t a gift. It was a payment. You gave me a diamond necklace, I fucked you. Right? That’s what this was? An exchange?”
She slipped her shoes on, not waiting for an answer.
Not that I had one to give her anyways.
“I should have known better. I’m not the casual sex kind of girl. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She looked away and wiped the corner of her eye. “God, I fucking hate you!”
I wanted to stop her, to tell her that she was wrong. It hadn’t been just a fling. But, I knew I couldn’t. It would be better for her to leave now. She would be sad and disappointed, but at least she would get out with her heart still in one piece.
She held out the necklace again and I kept my hands tucked in my pockets, barely able to look at her. She gave a final snarl and threw it down on the bed.
“Goodbye, Dylan.” She stormed out and slammed the front door of the room before I could say another word.
Once she was gone and the furious clacking of her heels was just an echo, I picked up the diamond necklace and threw it against the wall. “Fuck!”
