Entangled Desire

Dominance and Submission

The elevator doors closed behind them with a soft chime, the city lights vanishing as Elias guided Avery back into his apartment. His hand never left her wrist, firm but not painful—commanding, unyielding.

Her pulse raced. She should have left after the restaurant. She should have run before things spiraled further. But the truth was undeniable: she wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted the way he looked at her like she belonged to him.

The second the door shut, Elias turned her and pressed her back against it, his mouth crushing hers in a brutal, hungry kiss. His hands gripped her hips, grinding her against his hard length through his slacks, pulling a desperate moan from her lips.

“On your knees,” he growled against her mouth, voice rough, edged with command.

Avery froze, eyes wide.

“Now,” Elias said, tone darker, leaving no room for hesitation.

Her body moved before her mind could argue. Slowly, trembling, she sank to her knees, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. The sight made his jaw tighten, his breath heavy.

“Good girl,” he murmured, unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free sent a jolt of heat straight through her. He freed his c**k, thick and already hard, precum glistening at the tip. He stroked it once, deliberately, his gaze locked on hers.

“Open your mouth.”

Her lips parted obediently.

“That’s it.” He guided himself between her lips, groaning low as she took him in. “f**k, Avery… that mouth was made for me.”

His hand tangled in her hair, controlling her pace as she sucked him, her tongue swirling around his length. Tears pricked her eyes as he pushed deeper, holding her there, testing her limits. The dominance in his grip, the raw approval in his groans, sent a dark thrill through her.

“Look at me,” he ordered, thrusting into her mouth slowly, deliberately. She obeyed, her wide eyes locking on his, her lips stretched around him. Elias groaned, his jaw tight. “That’s it. My perfect little slut.”

When he finally pulled free, his c**k glistened with her spit, his chest rising and falling with restraint. He hauled her to her feet, spinning her around and pressing her against the door. His hand shoved her dress up over her hips, baring her ass.

“Spread your legs.”

Her breath shook as she obeyed, bracing herself against the door. The cool air licked at her soaked core, and then—crack.

She gasped, the sting of his palm on her ass making her jolt. Another smack followed, harder this time, leaving her trembling.

“Do you know why I’m spanking you?” he growled, his hand gripping her ass roughly.

“B-because I…” she stammered, her mind foggy with lust.

“Because you tease me,” he snarled, pressing his c**k against her wet entrance, just enough to make her whimper. “Because you pretend you don’t want this when your body tells the truth.”

Without warning, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Avery cried out, her hands flattening against the door as his thrusts came hard, relentless, shaking her entire body.

“f**k—Elias!” she gasped, half a scream, half a plea.

He gripped her hair, yanking her head back so his lips brushed her ear. “Say it. Say you love when I take you like this.”

Her body convulsed around him, pleasure clawing at her insides. “I—I love it!” she cried.

His thrusts grew rougher, faster, his c**k slamming into her over and over until the sound of their bodies echoed in the apartment. His hand slid down, fingers circling her c**t mercilessly. Avery shattered, screaming his name, her orgasm tearing through her so violently her knees buckled.

Elias held her up, pounding her through it, groaning as her tight walls squeezed him. “That’s it, baby. c*m for me. c*m all over my cock.”

Moments later, his own climax ripped through him with a guttural growl. He slammed deep inside her, spilling into her, his grip bruising, his breath ragged against her neck.

When it was over, they collapsed together against the door, sweaty, shaking, marked. Elias kissed her throat possessively, his voice a dark promise.

“You belong to me,” he whispered, his tone final, absolute. “Body. Mind. Every last part of you.”

And Avery knew, trembling against him, that she was already lost.