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Chapter Eighteen
Elodie
W hooshing through the air, I land smack in the middle of a bed with a shriek. The sensation brings me back to the very first time I was with Henley as he tossed me around without a care in the world. A burning smile splits my face, his molten eyes dragging along my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. With a shake of his head, he takes a few steps back, turning his back on me.
Everything about the night before this encounter magically disappears, and all I can think about is him.
Clicking his tongue, he opens a drawer in his desk and bends down. “When you signed that contract, you signed over what little autonomy you had over yourself. Granted me entrance into your body with pleasure,” he closes that drawer with a slam , rummaging through another as I attempt to sit up. As if the man has eyes on the back of his head, he looks over his shoulder with a predatory glance. “Now strip, then lay back down.”
I do so without question. I shed my clothes without a second thought, the voices in my head suddenly silent as I work to take each small article of clothing off my body. He watches with a heated gaze, taking in every curve and scar that I have one by one. Almost as if he is cataloging them. Once he is satisfied that I’m not going anywhere, he resumes his explorations.
“You signed that you were my bunny. Everything you had was mine, including that little flower between your thighs.” Standing to his full height, he turns on his heel and comes back to me. Rope, silk, and other things I have no idea what they are hanging from his arms. “I gave you a first-time pass, but now? The real fun begins.”
“What would that be?” I wonder out loud, biting my lip as I think about the delicious possibilities.
Sweet baby.
The burn between my thighs has me clenching and shifting, a shiver running down my spine as I engage my lower half.
When did I turn into such a fiend?
“Oh, baby. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Oops, I must have said that out loud.
His deep chuckle reverberates around the room, the timber vocals coating my cells and searing my eardrums like a brand. If I have to go any longer without hearing that sweet sound, it might…
“Which first?” He drops the items onto the bed one by one. “Be a good little girl and tell me what you want.” With a sultry look, I roll my eyes from his face to his toned torso that’s hiding underneath that leather jacket, down to the hardened bulge in his jeans. Sucking my bottom lip and biting, I imagine all the dirty things this man can do for me. He clears his throat, catching me in the act of thinking not-so-virgin things about him. Blushing deeply, I move toward the items on the bed.
“Can you tell me what these are?” I ask innocently, batting my lashes up at him. “You see, I was just recently deflowered, and I hope you can…teach me a thing or two.” If his gaze wasn’t heated before, by golly I would be in flames right now.
“Do you remember your safe words from your contract?” He breathes, and from the restraint in his voice, I can hear that he is barely hanging on. “Tell me you remember them, recite them back to me.” His predatory gaze has me feeling sparks in places I never dreamed about, and something in the way he is looking at me right now has me wanting to dance with the edge.
“Green,” I say, licking my lips in a show of praise. “It means that I love what you’re doing to me and want you to keep going.” Hand coming off the bed, I bring it to my tattered shirt and run it along my torso, exposing it to him as I let the shirt ride up.
“Then,” he growls as his eyes trace my every movement.
With a hum, I drag my index finger toward my waistband, teasing the button before moving back up toward my belly button. “Yellow means slow down,” I mutter as my other hand comes to my mouth to bite on the tip of my finger. His eyes don’t know which one to track, jumping between the exposed flesh on my stomach and where he is fantasizing where his appendage might go. “Red means stop, that you will start aftercare immediately.”
Jaw ticking, his muscles are drawn tightly as he clenches then unfurls his fists. “Try again.” Furrowing my brows in confusion, I try to replay what I just said. He must have noticed my confusion because he throws me a lifesaver. “What do you call me when we are alone?”
That one I know, it kept me up for nights after because I kept replaying our first night over and over again.
“Sir or master.” With a quirky smirk, he nods and then takes a step away from the bed and toys.
“Now, tell me what you want.”
“Master, I don’t-” he immediately cuts me off with a laugh. The tone seems icy, devoid of emotion, and sending a chill up my spine.
“No, little rabbit. Tell me what you want?” His fingers drag over the implements he acquired, grabbing one that I believe is called a flogger. “What do you want Daddy to do for you?”
Heart jumping into my throat, my brain seems to miscalculate what I thought he was going to say with what really came out of his mouth. He catches on that I’m fritzing with a chuckle.
“Come on, baby girl. Don’t be shy.” Like a total one-eighty, this imposing man is suddenly…I don’t even know how to explain it. He is just more . “Do you want Daddy to put his big fat cock inside your tight little snatch?” He growls, my eyes widening slightly as liquid builds in my underwear. Eyes dropping to my thighs that shift with need, he knows he has me trapped.
“I want you,” I pant, then add, “Daddy.” Inhaling sharply, he absolutely just solidified something to himself, and the weird missing piece of me also is slightly mended more. Even with the added pet name, he shakes his head.
“No, you don’t want Daddy if you can’t tell me what you want from me.” Dropping the flogger, he brings the ropes over to me and wraps them around one wrist then tying it off to the bedpost. “Tell me what you want. Use that filthy mouth of yours to tell me what you need from me.”
A deep blush cakes my face as I try not to think about the foul language I’m going to use, and send a quick repent for the words.
“I want Daddy’s cock in my…” swallowing, I choke out, “pussy.”
“Come on, baby girl. You can do better than that. Tell me what you want me to do to your body, tell me if you want me to make it hurt, bleed, or overload with pleasure.”
“I want to do whatever makes you happy, Sir,” I avow, though that still doesn’t seem enough as he narrows his gaze at me. I’m going to have to wash my mouth out with bleach. “I want your fat cock buried in my deflowered pussy, Daddy’s mouth taking all the pleasure he wants from me or giving me the pain he thinks I deserve.” Cringing outwardly, I expect him to roll his eyes or laugh at me. He does neither. A guttural groan rattles me as he pounces.
Lips landing on mine, he hovers over me and takes my mouth in a searing kiss. It’s intoxicating, dizzying, air and soul-sucking, and it’s perfect. Rearing back, he brings his hand down on my breast, the tips of his fingers sharply smacking my peaked bud. I can’t stop the gasp that leaves me as he grins and does it to the other side.
“What do you think?”
I…holy.
“I like it,” I pant, nodding my head for him to continue.
“Color?”
“Green.”
Standing, he comes around to the other side of the bed and uses the remaining rope to bring my other hand up and over my head, keeping me secured to the bed. With a gentle tug, I test the limits of the rope. Slightly stretched and with little give, the rope bites into the thin skin of my wrist deliciously. He scoots away from me slightly, grabbing a metal bar that I didn’t see before.
“This is a spreader bar,” he explains, pushing something in the middle causing it to suddenly expand on a sharp snap . He sets the bar down next to my legs, bringing himself down to eye level with my center. Kissing my inner thigh right where I need him, he alternates between licking and kissing as he makes his way to my ankle. A singular peck on my ankle bone before he takes the leather cuff attached to the end of the bar and secures it tightly. With a wicked grin, he makes his way up the same leg, licking a path right to…he jumps to the other leg. I want to scream at him to put me out of my misery, but instead, I let him repeat his actions. He secures the cuff around my other ankle and brings the bar up high.
Not expecting the sudden movement, I squeal in surprise.
“That’s right, shriek for me,” he growls. Both hands land on the bar, and with a force I have never witnessed, flips me onto my stomach and shoves my knees under me. “Look at you, spread open for my viewing pleasure.” Rough leather-like hands grab my butt and spread, a groan of appreciation emanating from behind me.
“I need you,” the plea is raspy and choked as he presses a single finger into my hole. “Yesss,” I hiss. Audibly, he spits right on my tight back hole, another thick finger toying with it as he curls his other finger.
“What do you think, Bunny? Want me to play here?” He emphasizes his point by pushing the digit into my tight hole while also working my special spot. “Nothing you can’t say no to, but I think you’re a little curious.”
With my cheek pressed harshly into the soft, silk sheets, I nod my head rapidly. “Yes, yes,” I chant over and over again as the fullness within me expands, another finger joining his first in my pussy.
“Tell me what you want,” the demand is harsh with absolutely zero room for argument.
“I want you to fuck my pussy and finger my ass!” A burning blush coats my cheeks as he stops moving, his fingers keeping me plugged to the fullest.
A simple hum is all I get as he starts moving again. Stretching and relaxing, crooking and turning, his fingers have my legs quaking as I stand at the precipice of the hardest orgasm ever.
“Cursing doesn’t sound good coming out of that innocent, pretty mouth. I will forgive it this time, but the next? I will use my cock as a gag and make you beg for it without your words.” More pressure at my back entrance, the burning stretch is delicious. “I will forgive it only this time because you opened up about what you want, what this deprived tight cunt needs. It needs my cock so deep inside of it that when I cum, my juices will be overflowing from you. Your body won’t know what to do besides make you mine permanently.”
More nodding, I whine when the pressure is suddenly gone. His weight disappears, and I open my mouth to shout my demands, then suddenly, I’m silenced by a soft buzzing. Curiosity peaked, I try to tilt around to look, however, I don’t get far as the next second it grazes over my clit, the sharp jolt sending an immediate zip through my body. The orgasm that sat on the edge, which has backed away without his fingers, is suddenly back and rushing me to finish.
“Yes, please, yes,” I chant as my detonation peaks, tears breaking from my eyeline and a sob ready to break out, “no!” I scream when the buzzing is pulled away. A sharp, stinging smack lands on my bottom.
“Did you ask to come?” He barks. My stifled cry comes pouring out with fervor as he shoves two fingers into my channel, the burn of the intrusion.
“No!” I shout as tears roll down my cheeks and make wet spots in the silky sheets. Slamming them shut, that empty feeling in my lower half has me tingling with need. A feeling that is so foreign I don’t know whether to break down completely or scream for more.
He doesn’t respond, instead feeling around inside of me and pressing on something that makes liquid heat pour from my body. I have no idea if I’m making any noise or if I’m even breathing. My mouth moves and my throat rumbles with the pressure of asking for permission, but my body doesn’t wait for him to let go. He pushes me through my release, and the wet sounds my lower half makes spurs me further and further in the abyss of pleasure. Another climax looms in my very near future.
“Come on, bunny. Your greedy cunt needs my cock. Does your depraved ass need my finger?”
Again, the empty feeling is all I have when he pulls away from me. “Let me come, Sir, please,” I cry and plead, chanting at him like I need him more than I need air. Shoot, at this rate, I absolutely do. He knows exactly what he is doing. “I need your cock, please give me your big cock and fuck me.”
Both hands slam on my butt, the harsh smack sending a shot of pain through my body and a flutter in my core. “Dirty words for such a sweet mouth.” His tone is condescending, and if I weren’t in this position, I would absolutely sass back. Right now? I have one thing in mind, and that’s to get his dick inside of me. “Should I fill this cunt with my cream? Pump you so full of my cum that you swell with me?”
Yeah, I need him.
Yesterday.
“I need you so badly, Sir. Take me, use me, mark me as yours.” Whatever I said must have been the cue word. His fingers thread the back of my hair and my head is suddenly jerked backward as he spears me on his length. Like a wild animal, the man fucks me without abandon.
He doesn’t wait for me to come, instead using one hand on my hip and the other in my hair to guide our movements.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Sir,” I beg. With an angle of his hips, he is hitting that spot.
“Fuck,” he drawls, his hand pulling harder. “Squirt on my cock, get us all wet like the good whore you are.” The odd feeling takes over, but I can’t stop it as a scream rips from my throat. My entire body shakes, and my legs barely keep me up as he nails me into the bed. He goes off with a literal roar as he pumps me full of his cum.