Page 148 of Stolen Voices

“Needy.”

Eli chuckles as he pulls the pins out of my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders. “I know, princess. I meant your back. How does your back feel?”

I grind my ass against the steel pipe in his jeans, eliciting a deep grunt in his chest. “More than fine. Dancing felt good today. I even managed a drop side split with no problem.”

“I saw. My cock almost split my pants when I saw your legs spread wide.” He pumps his hips into my backside in emphasis. “Made me wish you were drop splitting onto my dick instead.”

I grin at the salacious vision he paints. “Who knew you were such a dirty old man?”

“I can be a hell of a lot dirtier if you’re not careful.” Hand cupping my pussy, Eli walks me toward the bed until my knees touch the mattress. “Hands on the bed.”

I love how Eli can go from dominant to playful, to serious and back, in a snap.

“Yes, sir.” Doing as he asks, I hinge at the hips and press my hands into the cool comforter, my hair falling like a curtain around me. Wiggling my ass in the air, I wait for his instructions. I’m grateful all the arnica and ice pads worked, clearing away the bruises on my back. I doubt Eli would lay a finger on me if they weren’t gone. His protective streak runs deep.

“Fuuuck.” He places a warm palm in the center of my back. Skimming his fingers down the ridges of my spine to the top of my thong, he tugs at the band, digging it into my skin. “You don’t have to call me sir, but hearing you say it makes my cock hard as fuck.”

“Sir likes it?” My smile turns into a moan as his finger dips under the fabric of my panties and through the top half of my crack. My breath hitches in excitement as Eli makes a second pass, pulling my thong lower over my butt cheeks.

“So fucking much. You’re making me want to skip ahead.” Eli’s hands disappear, and the swish of fabric behind me has my thighs clenching.

My imagination goes wild with thoughts of Eli stripping out of his shirt. “I’m okay with that.”

Eli can go fast or slow. All I want is for him to touch me. He has my clit throbbing as he amplifies the suspense.

“Not a chance, naughty girl.” He taps my right foot. “Lift.”

Shifting to my left, I lift my right foot. He slips off my high heel and repeats the process on the left. The air moves behind me, fanning across my skin and making me shiver.

“Before we start, I want you to come up with a safe word.”

“Why do I need a safe word?” My pulse races as my nerves fray with anxiety. “I thought safe words were for, uh, more kinky things.”

Eli tilts my chin to the side, boring his hooded eyes into mine. The love and tenderness in his gaze soothe my jitters. “They are. But I want you to have one too. I want you to know that, no matter what, you are in control. Even though I only want to give you pleasure, it might get too intense, and if it gets to be too much for you, I want you to have a way to make it all stop. I take your safety and wellbeing seriously, princess. So pick a safe word and use it if you need to. No matter what’s going on, I will stop immediately.”

How does he do that? Make me feel so sexy and wanted while also feeling loved and cherished at the same time? A tear slips out of the corner of my eye, and Eli swipes it away with a gentle brush of his thumb.

“Rainbow,” I whisper.

A slow grin spreads across his handsome face. “Rainbow it is.” He leans down, pecks my lips, and turns my head, facing me forward again. “Now, stay still,” he warns.

His body heat disappears, and I miss him immediately. My ears prick at his every sound, which makes it harder for me to stand still. The wait is killing me.

Eli startles me when he wraps his warm hands around my ankles and skates them up the back of my legs.

Is he on his knees?Every nerve in my body prickles with desire and anticipation. When he said he was going to take his time, he meant it.

He grips my thong, and with an achingly slow tug, Eli finally drags my panties down my legs and helps me out of them. With his thumbs, he spreads me open and moans.

In this position, I should probably be embarrassed at being exposed, but I’m not. He makes me feel sexy and powerful. Desired. I spread my legs further apart, opening myself to him.

“I’ve never seen a prettier pussy in my life. So pink and wet. Needy and swollen.” He blows a breath across my soaked slit before his tongue taps my clit with a flourish. He then glides it up the center of my pussy with a growl. “You taste so good, like berries dipped in honey.” He buries his face in my pussy and eats me, spearing my hole with his tongue as he laps at my arousal.

The coil in my lower belly grows heavy. My hips have a mind of their own as I grind my pussy against his mouth. “Yes,” I hiss as Eli sucks my clit, pushing me closer to the edge.

My body quivers and then … nothing. In a flash, Eli’s mouth is gone. My arousal pools and drips down my thighs.

“Stay still, princess. Move, and I’ll stop again.”