For His Desire (Full Trilogy)

by Matisse, Alora

  “Hands behind you,” he ordered and Elena obeyed. Michael pulled the rope tight around her wrists and she whimpered.

  “I could have lost you,” he said again as she knelt there and he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. His hands were rough and she gasped, but she wanted to give him her submission totally.

  “Hurt me,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  “I will,” he said. He reached down and pinched her nipple until she moaned. Then he pinched her harder.

  Michael blindfolded her with a piece of fabric and the sensation was disorienting. She could feel the plane move beneath her and without her sight, she became more acutely aware of every other sensation.

  Elena felt the rough rope against her breasts as Michael circled the sensitive flesh. He pulled the rope tightly, making a harness that Elena could not see but which she could definitely feel. Her breasts felt heavy and when Michael pinched them, she shrieked.

  Michael pushed her forward and without her hands to brace herself, she landed with her face pressed against the carpet. Her breasts pressed against the floor and she tried to twist herself into a more comfortable position, but it was not possible. Her ass was thrust lewdly into the air and she felt awkward, on display and helpless – just as she needed to feel.

  Elena felt a sharp strike against her ass and she nearly jumped up. There was no warm up, just the sting and she cried out. She had no idea what he was using, but whatever it was stung and though Elena tried to hold still, she couldn’t help but try to move out of the way. Michael struck her again and again and it hurt, but she tried to absorb the pain.

  The pain and the darkness made Elena afraid but she also trusted Michael and the trust was essential. She trusted him to not go too far, to use her and to take care of her as well.

  “Fuck them,” Michael said, the anger still evident in his voice and though Elena knew he wasn’t angry at her, the sound still made her tremble.

  “Fuck them,” Elena said, anger in her own voice, but Michael did not respond. She wished that she could see his face, but not being able to see definitely enhanced the sensations. The strikes were coming faster and harder now and Elena whimpered and moaned.

  Elena pulled against the ropes that held her wrists, certain that she was making quite a picture for Michael to see. She squirmed and though she was not bound to anything, she tried to keep still. The implement Michael was using was making that very difficult for her.

  “Hold still,” he admonished, his voice still cold and the reminder made Elena blush. She was certain that her face was just as red and her ass must be and she also knew that her cunt was wet.

  She tried to make herself open and available to him. To Michael. Her love.

  Elena had no idea was he was using on her, but she cried out from the sting. She tried to hold it in so he wouldn’t know how much it hurt. Surely he had to know how it hurt her, but she bit her lip, trying to hold in the pain.

  “I want to hear you, slut,” Michael said and Elena felt her pussy drip from those words. His words. His voice. It was all perfect. She was so wet, almost painfully so. There was no hiding that from Michael and she loved that.

  Again and again he struck her and Elena cried out, her screams muffled by the carpet beneath her. “It hurts,” she cried. It also felt good, though, to be able to tell Michael how she felt.

  “It’s supposed to,” he said. “Your wet cunt isn’t protesting, is it?”

  “No,” she said. The evidence was dripping down her legs. Her ass felt as though it was bright red and her heavy breasts were pressed against the carpet.

  “No, Sir,” he said, striking her again, as though a reprimand.

  “No, Sir,” Elena replied. She liked the way the word sounded coming from her mouth and it made her feel even more submissive.

  “Better,” he said. “I want you to call me ‘Sir’. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Elena said. She could feel tears welling up behind the blindfold, tears that she needed to release. She knew that the release she needed wasn’t just physical, though – it was also intensely mental.

  Elena felt the stinging stop and she was thankful for the brief respite. Michael rubbed his hands over her ass, his hands feeling cool against her warm, tortured flesh. “You look good in red, don’t you, slut?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied automatically. He had never called her “slut” before, but she found that her body reacted strongly to it. The sudden aching in her cunt was much worse than the ache in her ass. She wanted to pull him inside of her.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, slut?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied. Elena knew that he had to see how very much she wanted that. She was still feeling a throbbing in her ass, but she arched her back as much as she was able, wanting to show him just how excited she was.

  Elena felt herself being opened by something being shoved into her pussy. It wasn’t his cock, she knew, but she could not quite identify what it was. It was thick and long – maybe a handle of some sort? – but she felt it deep within her. She screamed at the invasion, more out of fear than out of pain. She was having more trouble holding still.

  “You don’t like my friend, slut?” Michael asked and Elena was again surprised by the cold tone of his voice; it was unlike anything she had heard from him before. It was also absolutely erotic. The more he called her “slut,” the more he fucked with her, the closer she felt to him. “You want this, don’t you, slut?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir. I do. I want whatever you will give to me.” As he worked it in and out of her, whatever it was hurt her. She felt herself completely lose control as the tears began soaking the blindfold and streaming down her face. It was true, so true; she wanted what he would give to her.

  She had not realized that she would react so strongly to the humiliation of his taunts, but she did. She couldn’t help the way she responded and though she wanted to hold back, the larger part of her knew that she couldn’t hold back. She needed to be herself, completely herself and she felt Michael reached between her legs. His fingers worked their magic as they danced across her clit. She moaned again as the pleasure and pain built and combined inside of her and her desire for Michael was growing stronger.

  “Do you want to cum, you greedy little slut?” Michael asked as he worked the thick handle in and out of her.

  “Yes, sir,” she cried out into the carpet, her voice raspy from arousal and from her tears. “Yes, please.” Elena felt like she was getting lost within the sensations. It hurt. Oh, fuck it hurt. But it also felt good, the pain and pleasure and the total submission to Michael.

  “Too bad,” he said, pulling his fingers away and yanking at the object inside of her and pulling it out. She gasped again and Michael resumed striking her. She cried out in frustration and pain and Michael chuckled. Her ass was thrust out, just begging for his use and abuse. It hurt, but she reminded herself that she could take the pain. Oh, fuck, yes, she would take it – whatever he chose to give to her.

  “Hurt me, Sir,” she begged, her voice ragged in her throat. “Oh, please. Please.”

  He struck her several times in succession and she screamed again. “Oh, I’ll hurt you, slut,” he said and his own voice was less cold now. She concentrated on the pain, trying to get beyond it, knowing that although it hurt, it was also good. She felt the pain stop and suddenly Michael was inside of her. His weight pressed against her sore ass and pushed her breasts painfully into the ground, but she didn’t care. He was in her.

  “Elena,” he moaned as he buried his cock to the hilt. “Oh, fuck, Elena.” His own voice was hoarse and Elena pushed up against him as much as her position would allow. She needed him and she felt his own need, hard and deep. This was Michael, her Michael and she wanted him.

  He thrust in and out of her, filling her and she moaned. “Fuck me,” Elena said, her words getting lost in the carpet, but Michael plunged into her again and again. Elena tried to spread her legs as much as she was able and
Michael’s hand went between her legs again, rubbing her clit.

  “Come for me, Elena,” Michael said and Elena could feel his breath warm against her back. He was thrusting against her sore ass and the pain of her ass along with the pleasure of Michael’s cock and fingers made the orgasm build within her.

  “Oh, Michael, Michael,” she moaned. Elena was lost in it, lost in all of it and she felt the sensations building within her until the waves of pain and pleasure crested and floated through her.

  She wanted to pull him toward her as she came, but with her hands tied, she could not. Instead, she cried out loudly and Michael’s fingers fell away. She wanted to open herself fully for him and wanted to give him everything he gave to her. She felt her body grow limp, but Michael’s cock was still deep inside of her. He thrust against her, his hand buried in her hair.

  “I love you,” he said as he came deep within her. “I love you.” He repeated it and she felt his love as he collapsed against her. Elena hoped that he had felt as much pleasure as he had given her. The words he repeated made her feel complete, made her feel special knowing that Michael felt for her what she felt for him.

  Elena felt the release and it was more than just orgasm – though that had been incredible – but an intense emotional release as well. Michael removed the blindfold and wiped the stray tears from her face. He kissed her face gently before untying her breasts. Michael untied her wrists and Elena could see the deep grooves left by the rough rope. Michael rubbed her wrists, trying to soothe the marks with his hands.

  Michael rubbed the marks on her breasts and Elena gasped, though his touches were very tender. He placed kisses on her wrists and on her breasts, everywhere that the rope had rubbed her.

  Elena looked around and though she could see the long lengths of rope, she did not see whatever it was that Michael had used to fuck her. Maybe she would ask him about it, but not now. Now she just wanted to be comforted by him and to comfort him.

  They lay side by side in silence, not moving and not speaking as the jet soared through the sky. Elena held his hand and though there was so much she still wanted to ask him and tell him, she just wanted to be with him in the moment.

  Michael broke the silence first. “I love you, Elena. I don’t want to live without you. I couldn’t live without you.”

  “Me, too, Michael,” she said. “I can’t live without you.” She placed her head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own. Though her ass was still sore, she didn’t think about it at all, but Michael helped her turn over so he could rub cream on her welts.

  The cream was cold against the warmth of her ass, but it was soothing and Elena closed her eyes as Michael’s hands touched her gently. It was wonderful and Elena felt again that she was very lucky to be with Michael and so happy that he was okay. He carefully turned her back over so he could look into her face.

  Michael brushed Elena’s hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. He smiled at her and she smiled, wanting to curl up like a cat and fall asleep in the warmth of his arms. His next words, however, woke her up.

  “Marry me, Elena,” he said. “Nothing else matters as long as I have you.”

  Elena felt her heart swell with love for her Michael. She wanted to spend forever making him happy and being happy with him. “Of course I’ll marry you.” Elena wrapped her arms around him and her lips met his gently.

  Elena was naked and bruised, lying on the floor of a private jet and the moment was the most romantic she had ever experienced. She could not imagine a life without Michael and now she knew that she would never have to.

  “When we land, I’ll get the ring for you,” Michael promised, but Elena shook her head.

  “I don’t care about that,” Elena assured him. Michael had excellent taste and she knew that an engagement ring from him would be gorgeous, but she didn’t care about that. The material things didn’t matter, though she did feel thankful that Michael had a jet that allowed them to get away from danger. It occurred to her, though, that she still didn’t know where they were headed.

  “Where are we headed?” Elena asked. She had lost all track of time and had no idea even how long they had been in the air.

  “Into our future,” Michael said, laughing and Elena was relieved to hear that sound. She wanted to be able to bring laughter into his life forever.

  “Okay, and where would that be?” Elena asked, laughing as well. She felt all of the tension from earlier melting away and she knew that it was much better when they were together.

  “The Caribbean. A small, private island. I’ll keep you safe, Elena. Always.” He was being serious again. “I still have resources, Elena and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Even after everything he had told her, Elena felt safe with him and she knew he would protect her.

  “I know,” Elena said, pulling Michael closer to her, her lips seeking his. She had to have him again, but this time there wasn’t the same urgency as before. They were moving away from danger and toward their future together.

  Michael’s lips trailed down Elena’s body, his mouth warm against her breasts and he encircled her nipples. “You’re so beautiful,” he said and she could feel his excitement radiating through him.

  Elena felt his body so warm against hers. It was so different than their earlier coupling, much less animal and urgent, but no less necessary. Her hands touched him all over, each inch of him that he had denied her hands earlier.

  She kissed his chest, wanting to take her time with him and he rubbed her hands over her body. His kisses were tender but very passionate and he slowly eased inside of her. “Michael,” she said, arching up to meet him.

  “Elena. My Elena,” he said as he filled her and she felt completely his.

  “Yes, Michael,” she whispered. “I am yours.” She loved this sweet side of him and she loved the rough side as well. It was all Michael and they were alive and together

  Each movement was slow and sensual and Elena felt as though her body was completely alive under his touch. Her body responded to his and there were no secrets between them, nothing that could get in the way of their love. Nothing else mattered to her at that moment and she knew that as long as she had Michael, she had everything.

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