Elias’ Possession

Waves of Uncertainty

His soft, tender fingers traced trails down my arm, leaving a line of shivers in their wake. Every movement was deliberate, and every touch seemed to speak words he hadn’t yet said. His lips worked their magic on my neck, coaxing soft moans from me as if he knew exactly how to draw them out.

He wanted me, and this time, I let him have me. But something was different. The usual hunger in his touch was replaced with something calmer—soothing, even. It wasn’t about dominance anymore. His kisses were gentle, almost hesitant, like he was savoring the moment instead of conquering it.

A warmth pooled inside me, and his fingers, as if guided by instinct, traveled south. He paused just long enough to whisper, “Do you like this?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

He slid my underwear off, slow and deliberate. His eyes met mine for a fleeting second, his gaze unreadable. Before I could ask what he was about to do, his lips replaced the fabric that had barely concealed me. His tongue moved with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body, a combination of strength and tenderness I’d never experienced before.

The sensations were indescribable, a symphony that crescendoed until I felt my body unravel completely. My breath caught, and a storm raged inside me, leaving me drenched, vulnerable, and strangely at peace.

Elias stood, helping me to my feet like I was something precious. “Let me run you a bath,” he said, his voice soft but commanding in a way that left no room for argument. He led me to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and adjusted the temperature until the water steamed.

“You should take your time,” he said, kissing my forehead before turning to leave. “I’ll be downstairs.”

The door clicked shut behind him, and I sank into the warmth of the tub, letting it envelop me. My body was still humming, but my mind was a storm of its own. Did Elias just… put me first? The thought was absurd. This was the same man who was always commanding and demanding I do his bidding. Yet just yesterday, had rescued me and confessed he loved me, he was acting like someone entirely different.

My phone buzzed on the countertop, snapping me out of my daze. I reached for it and dialed Leah’s number.

She picked up on the third ring. “Zahra, what’s up? You okay?”

I hesitated. “Yeah, I just… something happened.”

“What kind of something?” Her tone shifted, tinged with concern.

I took a deep breath and spilled everything. Elias’s sudden gentleness, his declaration of love, and the way he’d just made me feel like the center of the universe. By the time I was done, Leah was silent on the other end.

“Say something,” I prompted, my voice shaky.

“Zahra,” she began cautiously, “I don’t know about this. You know what’s at stake. You’re the only one providing for us—for Mom. You can’t let this… whatever it is… distract you from what’s important.”

Her words stung, but I couldn’t deny the truth in them. “You think I should stay away from him?”

“I think,” she said, her voice firm, “you need to keep your head in the game. Don’t let your feelings mess up what you’ve built.”

The call ended, leaving me with more questions than answers. I stared at the water rippling around me, as if it held some kind of clarity I couldn’t find on my own.

When I finally went downstairs, the smell of breakfast greeted me. Elias was in the kitchen, plating a stack of pancakes with sausages and berries. He looked up as I entered, his expression unreadable.

“Here’s your breakfast,” he said, placing the plate in front of me.

“Thank you,” I murmured, taking a seat across from him.

The meal was delicious, but every bite felt heavy with the weight of my thoughts. Elias didn’t speak much, only offering the occasional smile or question about whether I liked the food. But his silence spoke volumes, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was waiting for me to say something—anything.

I wanted to ask him what this all meant. Why he was being so kind, so patient. But the words caught in my throat. Leah’s voice echoed in my mind, warning me to stay focused.

“Zahra,” Elias finally said, breaking the silence. “Are you okay?”

I looked up, startled. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You seem… distracted.”

I hesitated, the weight of my sister’s advice and my own conflicted feelings battling inside me. “I’m just thinking about work,” I lied. “There’s a lot going on.”

He nodded, accepting my answer without pressing further. But his eyes told a different story. He saw right through me, yet he let it slide.

As I finished my breakfast, I couldn’t help but wonder: Was Leah right? Could I afford to let Elias into my life when she was riding on my success? Or was there something about him—about us—that was worth risking it all?

And then, as if he could sense my turmoil, Elias reached across the table and placed his hand over mine. His touch was steady, grounding, and for a moment, the storm in my mind quieted.

I shivered at his touch. Just as if I had been hit by a cold wind.

We both took a deep breath.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” he said softly, “just know I’m here. For you.”

His words lingered long after breakfast was over, leaving me with a choice I wasn’t ready to make.