Just One Night (Tantalizing Trope Novella Book 2)

by Dee Ellis

  “Natalie,” I bark at my secretary, making a mental note to send her on a vacation once my shit got cleared up, “Get ahold of her land lord. Pay whatever she owes. Have her things brought to my place and unpacked instead of sent back to Ohio. Get started on her paperwork this afternoon.”

  Two hours later, I step off the tarmac in Springboro, knowing all the details I needed to know about Ella motherfucking Foster.

  Twenty-five, Ella was raised much like myself; with a mother who forgot how to mother and left her seeking something she never really knew how to find. With her, I found the control I needed and Ella found being controlled by me worked. A fuck-stick of a boyfriend lured her to the city promising things he could never give her. Mostly because he was giving it to everyone else.

  Nearly a year ago Ella moved into her own place, got a job teaching dance at a studio just down the block from her place and tried to make a go of it for herself. I am proud of her for sticking it out when so many others would have run home. But, I am shamed I hurt her badly enough to send her running back home.

  “We are here, Sir.” I go still, shoving my phone away as I peer up at the house I am parked in front of.

  It's like looking into my own past. Situated in a tidy neighborhood, it’s the pink house on the block—though not actually pink, it stands out because everything about it says those inside don't belong in the quiet cul-de-sac. Too many cars parked in the drive, in need of a paint job and with secrets I can hear echoing through the rusted windows as I walk up the steps.

  I knock twice before a rougher, rounder, colder version of my Ella pulls the door open. I smell cigarettes, Pine-Sol and greasy food. I step back once she cracks the screen door, ducking just her head out.

  “Help you?” A long cigarette hangs from her lips, bobbing as she narrows her eyes at me.

  “Here for Ella.” I don't mince my words.

  “Ella? Ella,” Between a cough, her mother shouts back behind her as I see Bilbo dart between her legs, “Got'damn cat. Ain't chasing you.” I bend to scoop him up after the screen door bangs closed, smelling Ella all over him.

  “Don't much like cats,” I set shit straight with him right away, “Guess since she loves you, I will too.” I rub beneath his chin and by the time we're on the same page, him curling into my chest, the screen door bangs again as Ella steps out.

  “Oh my god. Oh....god. No. Nope. You cannot be here. Please tell me you are not here right now.” Ella covers her mouth as tears fill her eyes and I know she's embarrassed and I hate that she thinks this place, that woman, any of it could matter to me.

  Didn't know until the moment I set my eyes on her again just how this was going to go down. Instantly though, I know just what I need to do. How this could only go one way with us. With Ella freaking the fuck out, it's clear both her pussies are under my control still.

  “Course I'm here, baby. Get your shit. Got a plane to catch. Got some shit to discuss on that plane.” Ella shakes her head just once before I reach out, tangling my hand in the hair at her nape and yanking her against me.

  “Ouch....Knox....” I lower my mouth against hers, watching her eyes as I explain shit to her.

  “Get your shit or leave it. I don't care. You won't need it. Got Bilbo. Got you. Got the pussies I came for. Let's go.” Ella softens so quickly I move swift to lock her against my chest.

  “Knox...no.” I kiss her then, that fucking cat nestled between us, needing to remind her how this goes with us.

  “Come again?” I lick her mouth, smirking against it as she shudders.

  “Yes, Sir.” I growl and take her mouth again, not stopping until poor Bilbo mewls as if we're killing him.

  “There's my good girl. Need to get shit from inside? You won't be coming back here again, baby. Fucking ever. Decide now.” Ella looks up at me and I do everything it takes not to break down as tears fill her beautiful eyes.

  “No. I don't need anything else.” I jerk my head in a nod before leading her away.

  From her past, from her pain, from whatever shames her about this place. I see no traces of my girl here. And, I meant that shit. She won't ever come back here again—I won't fucking allow it. Won't let her run to this place to get washed out by the starkness of a past that could never hold her light.

  Nothing needs said just yet. I get her to the truck, to the plane and her cat tucked safely away before I lead her to the bedroom in the back. Without a word spoken between us in two weeks, Ella knows just what I need.

  Dropping to her knees on the bed, she bows low, ass waiting as she spreads out submissively. The beast barely contained since she walked out roars to life inside me. I rip the pink stockings she's wearing open, baring her pink pussy to me. Grunting to find it so wet I can see her need dripping down her thighs.

  Diving in, I shove my tongue inside her, undoing my belt as I eat her sweetness. Wrapping the belt around my hand, I lift it and bring it down on one cheek. Her moan makes me so fucking hard I swear I break my zipper wide open. Another swat as I fuck her with my tongue, noisy, crude sucks at her drenched folds making her buck wildly.

  Another swat. Another moan.

  Dropping the belt, I climb up on the bed behind her, spreading her cheeks as I drag my tongue over her clit, through her folds and to her ass. Ella writhes beneath me, but makes no pleas, no demands to let her cum.

  “Going to ask a few questions. I want to hear those fucking answers. Won't let you come until we get this shit straight, you understand me, Ella?” Flattening a hand to her back, I shove her hoodie, then her top out of my way.

  “Yes, Sir.” Small and soft that reply is not good enough.

  Roughly, I shove my cock inside her, just deep enough, hard enough to make her yelp. I withdraw fast. More because I want to stay buried inside her than anything. But this is about punishing her, not taking what I need from her. Not just yet.

  “Didn't hear you.” I bite her left cheek and swat hard at her right, making her body jerk.

  “Yes, Sir!” I smile, sliding back inside her soft and gentle, grunting as she greedily sucks at me like she always has. Fuck, it's heaven.

  “Good girl. First thing. Walk away from me again, you won't sit for a week, let alone come on my cock, you get me?” Pumping my hips twice, I watch her shudder as she edges an orgasm already.

  “Yes, Sir.” Bending over her, I lick at the back of her neck, wrapping her thick hair around my hand.

  “Good girl, baby. Second thing,” I wrap my arms around her, palming her tits as I whisper at her ear, “I love you Ella. My Earthy motherfucking Ella. Dreamer. Dancer. Ella fucking Foster. Love you so deep it’s rooted in my fucking soul like the trees at the park. Love you so pretty it's like the stars in the skies at your favorite spot. I will give you the world, will make you come until it hurts, will control whatever you need me to, whenever you need me to, however you need me to. You fucking belong to me, Ella. You get me?” I bite at her shoulder as I fuck her hard, deep, holding her close as we pant together.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir.” I smile against her neck, pressing my face there.

  “Need you to say it if you feel it too.” Ella moans, bucking beneath me to get me to fuck her some more.

  “I love you. I love you, Sir. I love you Knox.” I growl, losing control as I grip her shoulders and fuck her hard, fast, almost driving us both to the edge.

  “Love you, beautiful. Love you so hard, so good. So deep, Ella.” I slow my strokes, still bent over her, still talking softly against her neck, both of us sweaty, sticky, but neither of us caring.

  “Love you, baby. Love you so much.” Ella weeps so I gather her close, rocking back to sit on the bed. Twisting her to face me, still deep inside her, I frame her face in my hands to stare into her eyes.

  “Good girl. Third thing. Don't like cats but I like your pussy, so Bilbo can stay. You are the only woman I ever brought home, Ella. Want you in my home, in my kitchen, in my bed. In my fucking life. I want more than one night with you. I want every
fucking night.” Ella gazes down at me, bouncing slowly on my cock, my head lowering to suck at her tits, bite at the pert nipples, swirl my tongue at her sweet, sweaty skin.

  “Yes, Sir.” A long moan hums from the back of her throat as I rub slow circles at her clit, but I stop, not ready to let her come yet.

  “Good girl, baby. Fourth thing. I want your details. Every fucking one. And I'm going to give you mine. I didn't know which ones mattered before but I do now because I want to know them all. Look at me, baby, give me those pretty eyes.” I dig my fingers into her hips, holding myself deep inside her as she obeys, locking gazes with me.

  “Yes, Sir?” Drawing it out until she squirms, seeking friction, more, I grin at her as emotion crashes through me like waves on a beach.

  “Fifth thing, Ella. One detail will change,” Ella bites at her bottom lip, pressing close, chasing that burn I see licking through her, “Foster. Going to become a Kinkaid, Ella. Going to wear my ring, take my name, be my wife, and give me kids someday.” It's not a question, not a proposal. I might do that some other time. For now, I am letting her know how serious we are, how endless this thing is.

  Ella gasps, mouth forming a cute little 'O' as I thrust deep, hard, hitting that spot that burns her the fuck up. Coming hard, she whimpers over and over again, yes, yes, yes. Yes, Sir. I come with a roar, slamming her down on my lap as another, and still another orgasm ripples through her, aftershocks leaving her trembling long after I've filled her until I'm spilling out of her.

  Lying back with her gently, I smooth my hands over her, touching the marks I always leave, kissing away bruises I know will come. I kiss at her tears, not shamed when I realize I wear some of my own. Looking down at her sated, satisfied, smiling up at me with such trust in her beautiful eyes, I know nothing else matters but these moments I share with her.

  Not Taylor or Ora.

  Not even KL Hotels or my team.

  All of that could come or go.

  What I found with this woman, what I feel because of her, when I'm with her, when she looks up at me with those pretty eyes and trusts me to make her feel good, make her feel safe, make her feel loved, this is forever.

  I want a thousand nights with her. I want to walk with her in the park, hold her hand and take her to fancy dinners. I want to make her laugh, make her happy, make her come.

  “I love you, Ella.” I whisper as she snuggles into my chest, gazing up at me with eyes sparkling with emotion that makes me feel like it was always her I was chasing, not the empire I spent so long building.

  “I love you too, Knox. I am sorry I....” I press a thumb to her lips, shaking my head.

  “Hush. I will explain everything. None of it matters now, not to us. I love you; our nights are for us now, not for who we were or where we came from. Just us now, baby.” Kissing her softly, I bring her closer as my entire world narrows down to this woman, this feeling.

  We don't talk at first, we just lie there together as we head back home. Not until we climb from the plane and are back on the streets of New York do we start to talk. Once we start, we don't stop talking.

  First, I explain what happened. How Ora nearly cost me everything with one simple lie. I explain what Taylor and I went through, where we came from, how his perceived betrayal is crushing me. Ella holds me then, brushing tender fingers through my hair in a simple move so soothing it makes my chest, my soul ache.

  After explaining how phones were switched, how I ended up losing mine, Ella just giggles. When I ask her why, I am shocked and turned on to hear just what my filthy little Ella did to herself after coming across my many selfies.

  “Did you now,” Back home now, Ella curled into my couch in nothing but her sexy smirk and beautiful honesty, my eyes drop between her legs, “How good was it, baby?” Ella lets out a sound, hand sliding down as she opens her long legs to me, showing me how wet she is thinking of it.

  “So good, Sir. I hadn't.... I mean no one else has....” I realize what she means, pleased I made her come without ever touching her.

  As I drop to my knees between her legs to savor the sweet honey I am fully responsible for, I am pleased no one else will ever get to taste her, hear those raspy, throaty sounds, watch her come apart. From between her legs, as I watch her come and quake, I tell her how her photo had me taking matters in to my hands as well. How that first photo would be the start of it all for me.

  Later as we lie together in bed, we look at the many photos we took during our time together so far. And, I delete every trace of other women. Every photo, video, text, every single number. Until all that remains is her. Because, truly, that's all that remains for me.

  Ella is all that I want to capture.

  All I want to return to when I need a reminder of what I have. Want I need.

  Ella will let me control her, will greet me on her knees at the end of my day or let me tie her up and use her perfect body if I need it. We will make new rules to follow—most of which I will more than likely promptly break like I always have—and Ella will let me control it all because she likes it, she needs it, she craves it.

  I will take her to the park and make her come at her favorite spot beneath the stars. I will hold her hand as we stroll through the flower paths before I take her to a fancy dinner. I will show her my New York, make her love it like I do and spend all the rest of our nights loving her, giving her everything.

  Because, Ella gave me her, and that is fucking everything.

  Ella

  One Year Later

  “Oh....please, Sir.” I whimper so loud it echoes back at me from the boulders surrounding us.

  “Louder.” Knox grunts as he watches me from between my legs, his eyes wild, and his tongue weaving magic against my aching pussy.

  I flush, hands digging into the earth beneath me, hips bucking as I cry out louder. Begging, pleading, screaming for more. Knox smiles wolfishly up at me, biting hard at my clit as I detonate, the stars overhead spiraling beautifully as he holds me down to earth while I come.

  And, still, he licks, still he fucks me with his mouth, his fingers and his tongue. I gasp and shudder beneath him, coming a second time, hands clawing at the dirt, at his shoulders, pleading silently. Silence does not work with Knox. He wants my sounds, my pleas, wants to hear me tell him I need more.

  “Fuck you are so beautiful when you come apart for me, baby.” Knox's voice pours over me as he climbs between my legs.

  Peering up at him, watching hungrily as he strokes his cock, eyes gleaming as he aims it between my legs, I smile. I laugh and he does too. A laugh that turns into a shared moan as he pushes inside me, pinning my arms above my head as he takes my mouth. And then, he fucks me.

  Slow.

  Hard.

  Deep and good.

  We come together but still he rocks into me, staring into my eyes with the skies sparkling overhead. Just like my fantasy. I have dreamt up plenty of fantasies with this man. Every time I tell him a new one, he can't wait to make it come true.

  Knox is good at giving me everything.

  After I moved into his place last summer, he gave me a home. I love our place with its earthy colors, the breathtaking view and maid service. In exchange for keeping Knox from going mad when I leave things out of place or wreck the kitchen trying to cook for him, I treat them to Morty's finest cheesy dogs. It's a win-win.

  Knox gave me a love of the city, too. Took me to all his favorite places and made them my favorite places. Held my hand as we walked the busy streets, took me shopping and out to fancy dinners. Our strolls through the park, almost always ending up on my favorite hill with him buried inside me, is my favorite place of all.

  And, Knox gave me love. Knox gave me him.

  We shared all our details, even the tough ones. Ones I never shared with another soul. I told him about my mother's abuse, about how leaving with a man I didn't truly love seemed my only escape. Knox told me about his own mother, how she made him believe love was conditional, fleeting.

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��It's not. You showed me that. I love you no matter what. Even if you burn dinner or set the place on fire. Even if that cat takes my spot on the couch or you get angry at me for working late. I love you through it all.” Knox explained during our first months together when we talked about what we had given one another. What we had taken from the other.

  I had given control up to Knox. Did as I was told when I was told. I needed him to take that control. In return, he gave me what I had always been seeking. Knox took care of me; he saw to it I felt loved, wanted, cherished and safe. Things I had never felt before him.

  We worked together. We fit with one another like we had found a missing part of ourselves. I followed his rules even when he broke them. I greeted him on my knees every night and if he pushed his cock against my lips without even a hello, I made him come anyway.

  Because, later, he would spend hours between my legs, showing me he loved me the best way he knew how.

  “I love you.” We whisper it together in the darkness of the park, staring into one another's eyes as our souls connect more than our bodies ever could.

  “Little fuckers better get to work.” I burst out laughing as he pumps his hips, making a show of filling me with his seed.

  We discussed kids in the future but the past few months, he's been on a mission to make that future start now. Think it's because his favorite assistant, Natalie, being pregnant kickstarted his daddy clock. I am not complaining. Sign me up for a soccer team of little Knox's.

  After a rough few months working things out with Taylor—who realized too late what Ora was all about—Knox sold a percentage of KL back to his best friend. While things won't ever be the same between them sadly, it means he spends more time with me lately. Most of it doing his dandiest to knock me up. Again, not complaining.

  “Chastising your seed, daddy?” I giggle as he growls, shoving his cum covered cock back in to me with a laugh.

  “Fucking right, baby. Better find where the fuck they need to go. Need to fill that pussy up, get me some fucking heirs. Want to see you soft and round with mini dancers.” Knox smiles as he kisses me softly, smoothing his large hand over my belly.