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Elina

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Invite me up.”

We're in his car. I spent most of the way thinking about our conversation. I know I was bold, but the time has come to live a little.

The way we react to each other won't just disappear. And coupled with the fact that I've decided it's time to discover myself as a woman, our arrangement seems perfect, at least in theory.

I don't want to fall in love and neither does Odin, so why don't we test this strong attraction between us?

One thing I've noticed since we've been together is that I need to fake very little when I’m with him. I don't have to be so attentive to what's expected of me, because Odin seems to accept me for who I am, and that makes me feel at ease.I’ve never experienced freedom like this, and the feeling is a little addictive. I'm afraid of forgetting that I can't be myself, of letting my guard down completely.

I look up at him.

Odin spent the entire ride holding my hand on top of his thigh, though we didn't talk.

“I'm not ready yet . . .”

He cups my chin, preventing me from looking away. “Nothing needs to happen, but it's too early to say good night. I'm probably going away tomorrow, and I want a little more of your company first."

“Okay.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to come up?”

That's something I love about him. In spite of everything I've said, that I’ve agreed to a physical involvement with him, he always lets me decide, never forcing me or imposing himself on me.

“Yeah.”

We stop in front of my building, but before the driver comes over to open my door, Odin steps out and does so.

As I step outside, I see the men who followed us to and from the restaurant jump out of the car behind us.

Security doesn't bother me. I've lived with bodyguards for as long as I can remember. They were a constant in our house, and since we left the island, we haven’t taken a step without an escort.

Odin's men accompany us to my floor and check the apartment before we go inside. What must they be thinking? Of course, they know that there is more between us than just an employer-employee relationship.

Now that we are inside the apartment, I have no idea what is going to happen. I feel a little nervous. “I don't think I have any drinks to offer you.”Tension spreads through my body, and I end up acting like I used to at receptions on the island. I was trained to behave impeccably.

“I don't want a drink.”

We're standing at the entrance of the living room, and despite my anxiety, I find myself kind of mesmerized by his strength.

Odin is so manly. I love how big he is. I've never felt so feminine around a man.

“And what do you want?”

“To touch you. Let you get used to me.”

“I am not afraid of you.”

“I like that you're not afraid of me, but that's not what I'm talking about. When we're together, I want you to be yourself, to forget about the outside world and surrender.”

“Will you do that too?”

He looks surprised .

I explain, “Because I'll give as much as I receive. If you want me to give myself to you, I demand the same in return.”

Without giving me a clue as to what his next move will be, he picks me up and sits on the couch with me in his arms. “What do you want, Elina?”

“To taste.” Despite what I've said about not being ready, this time I'm the one who takes the initiative to touch him. I hold his face and brush our lips very lightly. “You said you would teach me. I want a sample.”

“Of what?”

“Of the pleasure you can give me.”

“How far are you willing to go?”

“I don't know. What are the rules in a relationship like ours?”

“We don't have to follow rules other than the ones already established,” he says and lets a finger run along the edge of the neckline of my dress. “But I don't know how far I can go safely, so tonight will be all about you. All about your pleasure.”

“I want to touch you too.”

“And you will but not today.”

I decide to allow him to guide me. I really don't know what to do, so maybe it's best to just learn for now. Still, I can't stop myself from taking the initiative to kiss him again. All I want is to taste that sexy mouth, those full lips. To feel his tongue possessing me again.

His hands touch my breasts through the silk of my dress, and a shiver runs through my body.

God, he definitely knows what he's doing!

His thumbs play on my nipples in circular motions, and I can't hold back my moans.

“Eyes open, Elina. Never take your eyes off your man.”

I shouldn't like it when he says things like that, but the truth is that I love it. He sets me free and at the same time dominates me. I want to be my own self but, at the same time, submit to his commands.

“Lower your dress straps.”

My heart races.

This is real .

Our game has started and I'm too excited to even think about denying him.

I reach my hands behind my back to open my dress.

When my breasts are bare, he doesn't even give me a second to think, pulling me to him as his hungry lips seize my nipple.

“Sweet Jesus!”

He alternates sucking with light bites, and I start to float.

I wasn't joking earlier today. I'm really not wearing panties, because the lines would show through this dress; now, the gap between my thighs is soaked.

Without any shame, I put my hand between my legs.

I need to lift the dress all the way to my hips to gain access, and when my fingers reach my wetness, I throw my head back, totally given over to the stimulating medley of having my breast sucked at the same time as I touch myself.

He stops what he's doing and pushes me away.

I know he's watching as I touch myself, but I don't care one bit. I need to enjoy it.

“I wanna taste you.”His voice sounds hoarse but demanding, and I melt, totally surrendering to lust. He takes my fingers and brushes them with his lips, but it doesn't seem to be enough because he grabs my wrist and sucks on them. “I'm going to end up getting addicted to you, Elina.”

He kisses me, and I can taste myself in his mouth. The act is lascivious and fills me with so much desire that I touch myself again.

“No, let me do it.”He pulls my fingers away, and when his massive hand replaces mine, I almost lose consciousness. “So hot. You have no idea how wild I am to get lost in your body.”

I ride his hand. It's delicious to feel him massaging my clit while his middle finger tries to invade me. I feel an orgasm approaching at breakneck speed, but before I can get my release, he's laid me on the couch, parting my legs. He places my thighs on his shoulders and kisses my sex the same way he kisses my mouth. His tongue possesses me without asking permission.

I squirm, desperate, needy. I grab his hair, begging for more, until my entire body begins to vibrate like a musical instrument, which he is the expert at playing.

It's hard to keep my eyes open. There are too many sensations to process at once, but when he towers over me, I force myself to face him.

He has his elbows on either side of me, and his mouth is still wet from my recent orgasm. I feel his erection where our bodies meet, and my desire is still as hot as it was a few minutes ago, but it's the intensity of his gaze that holds me.

He lowers his head and just brushes our lips.

He pulls back again to look at me and then bites my chin.

I touch his face. I love feeling his square jaw with my fingertips. I'm starting to get used to the warmth of his skin.

“Are you going to behave until I get back?”

I nod because right now I don't have the strength to deny him anything.

“So tame. So if I want you to be a good girl, I have to make you come, angel?”

I get upset that he's taking advantage of my surrender, and I try to get up.

“Shhh...I'm kidding. I have to constantly remind myself that my woman is a wildcat ready to pounce.”

I don't respond to the provocation, because I really don't want to start a fight. “I won't be able to taste you too?”

“Not today. If we start, there's not the slightest chance I'll be satisfied quickly.” He lifts me up in his arms and carries me to my bed, then he takes off my shoes and the rest of my dress.

I'm completely naked but not shy at all. Seeing the desire on his face gives me the confidence to show myself to him. I can sense the indecision dividing him, and I'm glad to know he wants me just as desperately as I do him.

“Don't go out without security. Remember what we talked about?”

“Yeah.”

He comes close and gives me a light kiss on the lips. I don't hug him this time, and I don't even kiss him back, because it scares me how much I don't want him to go away.

“Good night, Elina.”

Before I can respond, he leaves the room.