Torn

by T. N. King

  He shook his head. “No, never.”

  She went over and sat on her bed.

  “I will go now and let you think it over. Because if I don’t…”

  Her gaze shot up to him.

  He grinned. “…I may just grab you up and fuck you. Cause dammit, you angry and naked?”

  Her mouth popped open as moisture pooled between her thighs. And you would let him, Ellie. She took a deep breath and stood up.

  He gazed at her and it was that same look that would make her entire body burn up when she’d been with him before.

  Ellie sighed. “Let me get dressed, k? I don’t want you to leave yet.”

  Nodding, while looking relieved, Morgan backed out of the room.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Two weeks Later…

  True to his word, Morgan had taken her out on real dates. Ellie told him she just wanted the normal stuff. Movies, trips to the museum. Maybe just stroll along in the malls and have picnics at the park. No limo and no driver. In fact, she insisted that she drive them in her Cooper. He had laughed, but then his laughter had faded as he hung on for dear life.

  Yes, Ellie’s impulsive nature bled into her driving as well.

  He told her that his life had flashed before his eyes whenever she drove. She had then quipped back, “And was I in it?”

  He had laughed so hard, he had tears in his eyes and had said, “Touche!”

  She had started school and he did go back and forth between Ney York and Philly. When he first told her, he was going to New York for two days. She had narrowed her eyes at him and said, “This time, you won’t forget my phone number right?”

  He had kissed her and shook his head. “I also promise to answer your call, day or night.”

  She had then felt like sort of a bitch. “No, that is okay. I am fine on my own.”

  “Yes, yes you are,” he had said it with pride.

  But then he said he was moving his offices here to Philly.

  When he announced this, Ellie finally realized, he was serious. For a man like him to move his entire corporate offices? Just to be where she was? She hadn’t let him know, but she was done watching that sexy bod of his, staring at that beautiful smile, those yummy lips. Wanting him.

  She intended to change this. He was off parole. She refused to play warden anymore. She couldn’t stand it a moment longer. It was done and over with. If he up and left her—well, she vowed that this time, she would track him down and make him sorry. She even had Chance’s number on speed dial and she would call him to find out where Morgan went…if he did stay away…No, she never told Morgan, he’d called her a few days ago, just to ask her how she was.

  No more waiting on having Morgan. No more waiting on courage. She had it already and like a gold credit card—she intended to use it.

  Tonight was the night. He’d already called and let her know he would be here in under an hour.

  Ellie didn’t dress up. She wore a simple sun dress and no shoes. She didn’t do anything different at all, because she wanted to surprise him. Impulsiveness could come in handy at times.

  The knock on her apartment door made her jump. Nervous again, Ellie? She was really, to tell the truth. They hadn’t been together since his Hotel suite here in Philly. She knew he still wanted her, hell his steamy looks and his kisses told her that much. It was just she was different now. She felt ready for something more. More than what? Hot freakin’ sex with her Greek god of a man?

  Ellie went to the door and peeked through the peephole. Yes, there was her angel now. She opened the door.

  Morgan held his hands behind his back.

  Stepping back, Ellie knew he must have brought her something. She wished he wouldn’t do that, he knew how she felt about him spending anything else on her.

  Smiling that winning smile, he walked in while backing her up. He then kicked the door shut behind him.

  God, was he hot. He wore jeans and a t shirt and while his suits were hot, this man in jeans and a shirt that showed off his pecs? It was downright sinful.

  He stepped forward and presented her with a box.

  Her eyes widened. “Now, Morgan, if this is another gown—”

  He laughed. “No, I learned my lesson there, Sweetness.”

  She shivered a little the way he said that word. Like it meant all kinds of wicked things. She sighed and took the box from his hands. Dammit, she hoped it wasn’t something extravagant.

  Morgan stood silently as she sat on the couch and opened it.

  Pulling out pieces of silk, she bit at her lip. Well, she was wrong this time, no real expense here. “Strips of…” She let out a confused laugh and shook her head.

  Morgan sat down next to her then pulled them out and raised them up. “If you will lend me your trust. I will show you what you were meant to feel.” His eyes grew deep in color as he stared at her face.

  Ellie knew what this gaze meant but she still didn’t understand what he meant. “I don’t know what—?”

  He let out a breath and stood up, bringing her with him. “Come and let me show you.” He led her to her bedroom.

  Finally, in the hallway, it dawned on her—these were ties! Her steps halted.

  Morgan sat down on the bed and looked up at her. “When we were together that first night, I knew it. I knew about how you were meant to be…handled.”

  “Handled?” she asked.

  Shaking his head, he sighed. “I am not handling this right.” He stood up and gazed into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

  Gulping a bit, she bit at her lip. Yes, this was a very good question. With her body, yes. With her future, yes. But with her heart? She still felt shaky on that one. “In what way?” No, she wasn’t going to make this easy on him, despite deciding that she intended to have him in the most enjoyable of ways.

  He froze for a second to think about her response then tilted his head back and laughed.

  Ellie felt stunned. This reaction surprised her and yet, his laughter was just as sexy as all his other actions. She decided that her surprise would be even better now. Yes, she knew what this was all about. She had figured it out. It took her a few minutes, but OH, yes. She wanted what he seemed to be offering. It had been in her mind.

  Taking a step back, she stood with determination.

  At this action, Morgan stopped laughing abruptly and stared at her. He did look puzzled.

  Good. About time, she took him off his confident stride for once. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her sundress.

  Morgan raised a brow at her.

  Tugging it up and over her head, she dropped it behind her.

  His eye’s deepened to that steely grey before whenever he’d felt hot for her.

  Yes, just wait Morgan…just wait. She unclasped her bra and let that drop.

  He kept staring and his whole body looked tense.

  She then knelt down on the carpet in front of him, placed her wrists together and raised them up as if in offering.

  Looking stunned, he stared down at her.

  She wanted to lower her head in supplication to really blow his mind, but she wanted so badly to see his reaction that she couldn’t.

  His face now looked tense too as he adjusted his jean covered leg.

  Yes, he was hard…She knew he would be. He wanted her submission, to master her. She may have little experience but she knew enough.

  Morgan seemed to swallow before he spoke, “Are you sure?”

  Taking a deep breath, Ellie let it out. “Yes, I am yours.”

  He nearly trembled with her statement and now, his eyes almost glowed at her. “You have never been tied up before, have you?”

  Shaking her head, she raised her arms again. “Take me, Morgan,” she pleaded.

  He stepped forward and grabbed her up raising her body above him, then he slowly and gradually slid her nude skin down and over his hard body. She was being slid over those very hard jeans and she loved every second of it.

  If felt so glorious,
as if he were using her body to caress himself. Ellie moaned.

  He swung her around and sat her on the bed. Now, his manner had changed. He licked his lip as if she were some tasty treat he was about to devour. He laid her back, then grabbed the ties and tied her wrists. Placing them above her head, he ordered. “Spread your legs.”

  She complied instantly.

  Reaching down, he grasped her panties and ripped them from her hips.

  Gasping, she hadn’t expected this as the tearing sound echoed loudly in the room.

  His expression was so sexy and fierce. Ellie felt a shiver.

  He leaned down over her and placed a strong hand over her mound.

  Ellie was already breathing heavily and he’d just gotten started.

  Staring into her eyes, he whispered to her lips, “This pussy is mine.” He then plunged in three fingers.

  Gasping again, she caught her breath. She almost came just from this move and his words.

  “Tell me…”

  Ellie panted a bit, “My pussy is y-yours,” she repeated with a stammer.

  Seeming to be satisfied with this, he rose up and took his shirt off.

  Ellie stared, she’d seen it before, but it had been weeks and she stared at her leisure. His sexy body was always a new one on her. So sleek, so well muscled.

  He tugged on her left leg and positioned her then tied one ankle to the bed post. “I will tie one leg, but you shall always keep yourself spread eagle for me, understand?”

  She nodded.

  He seemed pleased by her nod. Then he stepped back.

  Ellie thought she would die of anticipation. Yes, she had given herself, offered herself, but she did not know what all this would be like. Not really.

  He took his pants off and disposed of his boxer briefs.

  Staring at his hard, long cock, she licked her lips.

  He smiled for the first time. “I have to say that your mouth may just have been the hottest, sweetest thing my cock has ever felt.”

  Her chest heaved with excitement. Yes, she had determined that when she’d sucked the cum out of him that first night that he would never forget her at least—and she had been victorious at it, apparently.

  He lowered his hand and gave his cock a stroke.

  Her eyes were riveted to this very naughty sight. The man stroking himself while having me tied up at his mercy? She felt her juices bubble out of her pussy instantly.

  He gave himself a few strokes. “You are a natural submissive. Did you know this, Ellie?”

  She shook her head.

  “Even now, you know not to speak, unless I say you can.” He stepped forward and knelt over her.

  Gazing up at his cock, she started to squirm. God, how she wanted it…in her. Anywhere in her.

  He reached out and put both hands on her breasts. He kneaded them and then pinched her nipples.

  Panting, she was breathless. This would be torture. She finally realized this. She had his yummy hard silky looking cock just out of reach and he was playing with her nipples.

  “Ellie,” he spoke to get her attention.

  Her gaze shot up to his face.

  “I want you to only look at my face.” He grinned as if he knew where her thoughts just were. “Into my eyes”

  She bit at her lip.

  Morgan lowered his face, grabbed her lip with his mouth, and nibbled at it. He kept up with the nipple twisting and teasing at the same time.

  Her breaths were more like gasps now. She was already being driven crazy with his slow teasing. The man was wicked and she knew this already, but a tease…yes, he was. She wanted to ask him to—

  He slid his hard body down between her legs.

  YES! He was going to.

  He slid the tip of himself up her labia then back down.

  Oh! That felt so dammed good, her wetness grew. It was so—he slid up and back down again hitting her button with his tip.“Uhhh,” she let out without thinking.

  He grinned at her. “Ask me what you want to.”

  “Why?” she blurted out. “Why aren’t you fucking me?” she nearly yelled this.

  Chuckling at her response, he kept sliding then grasped her nipples again. “I want you to need me.”

  Oh, god! Need him? Need this? I do, I do! She needed him like this from day one and she’d already waited for a long time. He was messing with her on too many levels, but she did just literally hand herself over as his plaything. This thought made her even wetter. His pussy, his plaything. God dammit, it was hot! Her panting and body squirming was getting to be a problem though, as she couldn’t seem to control her actions anymore.

  “Stay spread eagle.” He locked eyes with her.

  She was dripping wet and panting like she was running for her life as she opened her legs wider.

  He kept that smoldering gaze on her face. “In need, you are the most beautiful. Tell me what you want, Ellie,” he urged as his cock tip slid up and down over her swollen clit.

  “Please?” she asked.

  He kept his hot, steely gaze on hers. “Please what?”

  Panting, she squirmed and raised her hips. “Please fuck me?” she begged.

  He stared at her and then lowered his mouth to nibble on her nipple.

  “Oh—ohh…” She was panting harder now. “Please Morgan. I need you inside me, please?” she pleaded.

  He raised his head up and gazed at her. Then in one swift motion, he lowered his cock and pushed into her with one deep thrust.

  Ellie screamed at the sudden filling and her body jerked as she climaxed before she even realized it.

  Lowering his mouth, Morgan swallowed her cries as he pushed his tongue in and plunged with the exact same rhythm as his cock inside her. “I am going to explode inside my pussy now, as you are coming on my cock,” he groaned and shoved deep into her as he came

  At the feel of her clamped around him and his heat jetting into her—her body shook as she came so hard and long—it jolted her mind. Everything spun as she felt the light going out around her.

  “Ellie!”

  Her eyes fluttered.

  “Ellie…”

  Oh, what? She opened her eyes. She was on her bed in her apartment but she was no longer tied up. Did she just dream that? She gazed up.

  There he was above her.

  She smiled. “Oh, hey Morgan.”

  He shook his head while looking concerned.

  “W-what happened?”

  He let out a sigh. “I think you passed out.”

  Batting her eyes, she rose up.

  “No, no. Stay there,” he urged.

  “I-I’m okay. I think?”

  He grinned at her. “Well, there have been a few firsts with you.”

  Confused, she stared at him. “What?”

  “I never made a woman pass out before.”

  She realized what he was saying. “Well, I have never been mastered before.”

  His smile dropped. “You are perfect for me.” He lowered his lips and kissed her tenderly.

  Ellie hoped this was true, he had said it before. Said he loved her. She so hoped it was the truth. Never, had she been turned inside out like this before. The man had her in more ways than one.

  Ellie woke up in her bed and she gazed up at the ceiling. Last night had been monumental. She looked to the empty pillow where Morgan had lain last night. No, Ellie. He didn’t just leave and you know it. Still, she couldn’t help that her breathing had picked up and her heart pounded in her chest just a bit harder. No…he was still here. She just knew it. She let out a slow breath.

  Life was good.

  Real good, she thought as she rolled out of her comfy king size bed, wrapped a silky robe, and sauntered into the kitchen to find Morgan up and making breakfast. “Mmm, smells good,” she said and took a seat on the plush stool at the bar. She would not allow him to see that she had felt any fear at all. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t keep thinking like that or they would be doomed. She knew this.

  “Though
t I’d make breakfast before I left,” he greeted with a smile. “And after last night, I definitely owe you breakfast.”

  Ellie blushed as thoughts of their hot escapades from last night filtered through her mind. One thing she loved about him was his ability to draw out her deepest, most erotic desires, and then fulfil them. She drew a breath. “Last night was something else.”

  He grinned. “We’ll definitely have to pick up where we left off when I get back from New York.”

  She got up of the stool as she smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek as he flipped a pancake in the skillet. “Okay,” she said, and walked back towards her bedroom. “Or, we can finish now.”

  She let her robe drop to the floor leaving her completely naked as she went back into her room.

  “Fuck!” She heard Morgan yell out loud before he came in right behind her. “You know I have to leave,” he said as he pushed her onto the bed and began taking his clothes off.

  “This won’t take long,” she said and spread her legs.

  “I think I’ve created a monster.” He smirked and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

  He was already standing at attention and Ellie was more than ready when he pushed into her. “Oh, yeah,” he said and tossed his head back.

  “Yes,” she agreed and threw her head back, too, wanting only to enjoy the feeling of him inside of her.

  It was quick, but that was okay. She’d hate it if she let him go without satisfying her every little desire, first. She also wanted him to think about this and last night when he left her.

  Morgan

  He loved that Ellie had transformed into a complete sex kitten. She was hot and wanted it all the time now. She’d also given her trust to him, he would never forget last night. When she stripped and knelt down in front of him. He’d made all kinds of deals, had all kinds of women. But never had he felt more powerful and uplifted when she’d surprised the shit out of him, by just giving herself over. The thought that a woman had stunned him down to his toes was astonishing in and of itself. She’d understood it completely and submitted immediately.

  If he thought he loved her before that, he’d been wrong. She did fit him perfectly. He had been afraid she would turn him down. But he could tell during their dates that she wanted him and he decided to start with the little silk tie submission, though he never expected for her first time that she would be so willing, so natural. This is why he loved her too.