17- Never Have I Ever
1138 Words
Ellie
“Word of mouth is everything in small communities like these.” I tried to stay on topic but failed, with him promising to put some numbers and stats together based on his properties in the area.
Proving his prowess as a businessman as much as his predator instincts, given the fact that by the time we got back to the hotel, my mind wasn’t on work in the least.
“How are you feeling?” DJ asked as we pulled into the resort. He had checked in a few times throughout the day, brushing against those still-starving places that ached for him.
I was sore, and he was right—there was a lot of him, no matter where I put my attention. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone was this considerate. At least, in a dating sense. Then again, we weren’t dating, were we?
“You are thinking very hard over there, Dove.” DJ’s tone dipped, and the hand he had a breath from where I wanted it pulled away.
“I’m fine in that respect,” I blushed, unable to hold his heavy stare. “I was just thinking that you’ve been so amazing that I wanted to do something special for you. I just don’t know what to do.”
“The fact that you want to and are so awfully concentrated on it is special enough.” He raised my hand to his lips, smooth as ever.
“Really, D, beyond the physical. You’ve been so…” At this point, we were parked, waiting for the valet.
“Mental and emotional play as much of a role as physical in Dynamics, Ellie.” His lips trailed too long across skin I hadn’t realized was so sensitive until his teeth grazed. “After all, they all tie into each other.”
I didn’t know if it was a suggestion or not, but either way, the comment made the decision for me on how bold I wanted to be.
“Then show me.” Using our laced fingers, I pulled his mouth closer, whispering in his ear what I wanted. “Strip me down, put me in whatever outfit you’d like, then tie me to your bed and f**k me until I understand.”
“You’re missing a word in there, Dove.” His voice grew hot, molten, his eyes the same as his lips dragged over mine.
“Please, D.”
I didn’t even recall getting out of the car or back to his room. All I remembered were his sneaky strokes over my open center—just the idea that he could have taken whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, had left me half-primed all day. My thighs clenched from the memory alone, every breath shallow and burning.
The want was wild, feral, beyond anything I had anticipated. Proof that those muscles weren’t just for show, he ripped my top in half.
I was so focused on his mouth and what it did to my breasts that I didn’t even question how he got out of his clothes without breaking contact. His tongue flicked and dragged, wet heat lapping at me until I shook. He consumed me, devoured my very essence, until I felt the knots on my wrists.
Then… nothing.
I whined when he retreated to the foot of the bed I was tied to. His gaze roved over me, heavy as ice melting in reverse. My body burned under that look alone, n*****s tight, core dripping, every inch of me begging silently for his touch.
“DJ…” The whimper slipped out, breathless. I was completely at his mercy.
“Turn over.”
It wasn’t impatient, but clipped, the two words hitting harder than his muscles ever could. If I obeyed, I wouldn’t get to watch him take me like I wanted.
I wanted to see him. I never understood porn—always closing my eyes and listening instead—but him? Him, I wanted to see. Him, I wanted to brand into my memory.
I had never come the way I knew he was planning to make me, and if I didn’t…
I finally understood what it meant when someone said they’d die without the release. Even when he wasn’t touching me, every inch of me twisted and pulled, searching for his body. My skin tingled, my blood throbbed, my breath shortened with the ache.
My hesitation had him moving, panther-smooth. Power and grace as he knelt with one foot off and one knee on the bed, his hands forcing me to comply.
“That’s not obedience.” His reminder was sharp, and just when I thought to argue that I’d only promised to try, his hand came down hard on my ass.
It felt like white-hot lightning ripping through my body. My breath vanished, my thoughts burned away. The world blurred into a fogged, electrifying haze as my eyes rolled back and my jaw clenched against the linen pillow. My clit throbbed, my thighs shook, my chest heaved against the sheets.
“Now, spread your legs…”
The command left me trembling. I was enthralled by the last thing I ever thought could be arousing. Needing him to do it again, I hesitated—and his hand cracked across my other cheek, harder.
My thighs spread instinctively. My back arched. My head tipped back, and I had never felt so empty. Every muscle inside me clenched, every nerve screamed for the feather-light stroke he placed over the sting. The contrast of pain and tenderness made me sob with want.
“Good girl,” he praised against my neck. “But a little too late.” His hand withdrew. “Now, you’re going to have to beg.”
The position allowed him to rub the unmistakable head of his c**k along my dripping folds. No thought, no reason, no pride—just a raw whimper tearing from my throat.
“Please, I’m sorry. Please, I need you, D.”
“So pretty.” His calloused fingertips teased my slit, cruelly tapping my swollen clit. “I’m almost tempted.”
The denial shredded me. I was out of my mind, ready to give anything just to have him closer. My body writhed, grinding helplessly against nothing. How was this possible? I hadn’t even known lust could feel this way.
I wrestled between stubbornness and submission, between the impulse to resist and the need to surrender. I thought about grinding against his hand, about stealing relief, about crying his name until he gave in.
“If you really think it’s going to feel half as good without me, you’re welcome to try all those wicked thoughts you’re thinking, Ellie.”
His voice coiled like velvet and steel, a promise and a threat, and I knew I was already lost.
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