Elias’ Possession

Bound and Broken

I clung to the chains above my head, trembling as the cold metal pressed into my wrists. My legs hung wide open, vulnerable, the air prickling against my skin. The whip cracked against my thighs, sending a sharp sting coursing through me.

“Yes, Daddy!” I screamed, my voice shaking with both pain and need.

Elias stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on mine, full of something primal. He trailed the soft fur wand down my inner thigh, teasing me, setting my nerves on fire. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.

“I can’t hear you,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

“I need it, Daddy, please!” I begged, my body arching toward him.

His grin was cruel, but it made my heart race. He dragged the fur wand across my skin once more before tossing it aside. His hands found my hips, holding me steady as he pressed his lips against my neck. He kissed me slowly, moving down to my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me gasp.

My moans filled the room as his hands explored me, caressing and teasing. He moved to my breasts, kneading them firmly before his lips replaced his hands. The sensation was overwhelming. Every touch, every kiss, every bite made me crave him more. I was a live wire, sparking under his control.

Elias stepped back briefly, leaving me hanging in anticipation. I barely had time to process before his hand wrapped around my throat, firm but not suffocating. He held me there, his dark eyes searching mine as if daring me to submit further.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice cracking with desperation.

Without another word, he thrust into me, hard and relentless. A loud moan escaped my lips, the force of him sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His grip on my throat tightened just enough to make my head spin, adding to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.

“Harder, Daddy! Please, harder!” I cried out, my body moving in sync with his.

He growled something incoherent, his movements becoming even more intense. Each thrust seemed to carry the weight of something unspoken, something deep within him. I felt every ounce of his frustration, his anger, his need, and it consumed me.

Time blurred. All I knew was him—his touch, his scent, his body against mine. He didn’t stop until we were both spent, collapsing into the bed in a tangle of limbs. My body ached, but it was the kind of ache I welcomed, the kind that lingered as a reminder of him.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. I stirred, the light of the early morning sun sneaking through the curtains. I turned to look at Elias, his face peaceful in sleep. He looked different like this, softer, almost vulnerable. It was a side of him I rarely saw.

I slipped out of bed quietly, my body protesting with every step. After a quick shower, I got dressed and returned to the room. Elias was awake now, sitting on the edge of the bed. His dark eyes were fixed on me, but there was something in them I couldn’t quite place.

“Morning,” I said softly, offering him a small smile.

“Leave,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I froze, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “Sorry?”

His eyes hardened, his expression turning cold. “I said leave.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. Was this some kind of joke? “Why?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Don’t question me,” he snapped, his tone sharp and final. “I said leave.”

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. I opened my mouth to protest, to demand answers, but the look on his face silenced me. He wasn’t going to explain. He wasn’t going to change his mind.

Fighting back tears, I gathered my things as quickly as I could. The room felt suffocating, his presence overwhelming. I didn’t look back as I left, slamming the door behind me.

The cab ride home was a blur. By the time I stepped into my apartment, the tears I’d been holding back came flooding out. I dropped my bag on the floor and collapsed onto the couch, my chest heaving with sobs.

Why? The question echoed in my mind, over and over again. What had I done wrong? Last night had been perfect—or so I thought. The memory of his touch, his kisses, the way he held me, it all felt so real, so genuine. And now this?

I curled up on the couch, hugging a pillow to my chest. My mind drifted back to the beginning, to the first time I’d met Elias. I hated him then. He was cold, arrogant, impossible to please. But somewhere along the way, something shifted. The tension between us turned into something else, something electric.

I thought about the nights we’d spent together, the way he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. I thought about his rare smiles, the way his eyes would soften when he thought I wasn’t looking. I thought about all the little moments that made me fall for him.

And now he was gone?

The pain in my chest was unbearable. I wanted to hate him, to be angry, but all I felt was sadness. I didn’t understand what had happened, what had changed. I replayed the morning in my head, searching for clues, for anything that might explain his sudden coldness.

Exhaustion eventually took over, pulling me into a restless sleep. My dreams were filled with him— His first word me, our first glance at each other, the way he’d look at me out of the corner of his eyes.

But I wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.