Elliott Redeemed

by Scarlett Cole

  She tapped her fingers over her heart in a nervous gesture and then, with purpose, strode to the door, determined to be open to the experience.

  When she reached Elliott’s door, she knocked quietly and pushed it open. There was a bottle of champagne on ice on the desk, and Elliott was naked, propped up against the headboard with a pillow behind him. Her eyes went to the navy blue silk ties on each bedpost. Dear Mother of God. She wasn’t going to survive. If she felt this aroused simply by the visual, she couldn’t imagine how she’d feel when Elliott placed his fingers on her.

  “How was my top five?” he asked gruffly, as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and walked toward her.

  “I may have orgasmed reading it,” she said, surprising herself—and evidently, by the way he laughed, Elliott.

  He slid his arms around her. “Well, I’m here to give you lots more of those before tonight’s over.” When his lips met hers, they meant serious business. His tongue stroked in and out of her as if they were making love. Never had she felt the rush of orgasm so near the surface that her knees shook. “Mmm. I’m going to have lots of fun with you tonight.” Elliott stepped back and poured them each a glass of champagne. “Tonight is all about you, my love. Cheers.” He handed her a glass and she took a sip, the tart bubbles quenching her dry mouth.

  Tenderly, he ran a hand through her hair. “I like this,” he said, letting the strands drop through his fingers.

  “Elliott,” she said quietly, but she had no words to follow. She took another sip of champagne, a large one, before Elliott took her glass and put both glasses down.

  “While I was away,” he began, as he led her back to the bed, “I began to create a list of all the different things I want to do with you, and to you. I have no idea how open you are to some of those things yet.”

  His voice was rough as he spoke the words that aroused her. His fingers slid down her ribs, along her waist, and to the hem of her slip, where he gripped it and pulled it up over her head in one seamless move. “Will you let me explore with you, sweet Kendalee? Will you try things with me? Let me take us places we haven’t been?”

  Her breath caught in her chest, and she opened her mouth and gasped. Elliott rubbed his thumb across her lower lip and watched as he slid it into her mouth. It felt completely normal to close her mouth, run her tongue along it, and then suck firmly. Elliott’s eyes flickered closed, and a wry smile crossed his lips as he pulled his thumb from her. “Perfect answer, Kendalee Walker.”

  When he opened his eyes, she was held captive by his stare.

  “Hop onto the bed and lie on your stomach for me.”

  He watched as Kendalee gracefully did as he instructed, and then grabbed a bottle of massage oil from the side table before joining her on the bed. He placed his knees either side of her thighs, his erection resting between the cheeks of her butt.

  “Wish you had the view I do,” he said, pressing firmly on her lower back. “But I want you to stay still if you can. Anticipation’ll just make it feel even better.” Elliott pulled the band from his own hair, carefully pulled her hair into a ponytail, and laid it out of the way. Before she had the chance to process the sensation she felt being pinned to the bed by his incredible naked body, a steady trickle of oil hit her back.

  Then his hands were on her, pressing his thumbs and fingers into muscles she hadn’t been aware were even there, much less tense. Finding the spots that ached constantly from scanning groceries and carrying stress. She groaned as they dug into her shoulders, as they stretched the muscles in her neck. Down her back they continued their ministrations, causing her to moan in relief and occasionally cry out when the sensations became too much. When they began to rub the base of her spine, it was only the feeling of his cock as it became covered in oil too, sliding against her, that kept her in place.

  She looked over her shoulder to see Elliott watching the way his erection slid against the cheeks of her butt, his mouth slack-jawed. “Does it look as good as it feels?” she asked.

  He grinned at her. “Nothing could be as good as it feels. Turn over,” he ordered, lifting up off his knees. When she turned, he reached over and tucked a pillow under her head. “I want you to tell me if it looks as good as it feels.”

  He rested back down on her thighs and reached over to the ice bucket. “You know, I had big ideas about massaging you some more, but I really want to skip ahead to the ice part.” Ice melted in his hand and dripped over her heated skin. “I hope you’re cool with that.”

  Anticipation crept through her when he placed the ice cube in his mouth and rearranged their legs so he was between hers. When he licked her with a tongue cooler than a Popsicle, she cried out. It was too much. Or at least she thought it was until Elliott repeated the motion with the ice cube. She held onto the tiniest fragment of control until he looked at her, ice between his teeth, and winked as his thumb rubbed circles around her clit. Then she almost fell apart.

  With painstaking precision, Elliott toyed with her, bringing her just to the point of orgasm with his fingers, with his tongue, and with the ice that was making her wonderfully wet. She could barely stand it. “I thought about making you come for me,” he said, grabbing another ice chip. “And I know it wouldn’t take much because you are so freaking swollen now, but I think I’m going to make you wait just a little while longer.”

  No. He couldn’t. “Elliott, please . . .” She needed to orgasm, was so close that the merest brush against her would likely set her off.

  He shook his head and stared at her like she was the most precious thing on the planet.

  “God, look at you.” He ran the ice cube around her nipple, then lowered his mouth to suck on it. The sensations at her very core tightened to the point where she was about to explode. “You’re fucking beautiful, Kendalee. And seeing you like this, uninhibited . . . shit, it does things to me you wouldn’t believe.” He placed the ice cube against her lips, running it side to side until she opened her mouth. Letting go of the ice, he pressed his lips to hers, using his tongue to swirl the ice cube between them. Everything was . . . erotic. Sensual. Words she’d never needed to use before.

  “Hand, honey,” he said, lifting off her.

  Unable to form a reason why she shouldn’t, she offered him her hand and watched as he tied the navy blue silk around her wrist. Her heart tripped a little. It was difficult to tell whether anxiety or arousal was affecting her more, but she knew she could trust him. “You want out of these at any point, just say blue.” He slid his finger between the silk and her wrist. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the rhythm of need that pulsed through her.

  “I can’t wait, Elliott,” she said, hoarsely.

  “Hand,” he said, holding out his own. She allowed her head to fall back against the pillow as he secured her other wrist. “What do you say if you want me to untie you?” His eyes focused on hers intently.

  “Blue,” she whispered.

  Elliott grabbed a condom from the drawer and slid it on, then studied her. “You look fucking perfect, Lee. I know you’re going to push me to my limit. Are you ready?”

  Tears stung her eyes. The restraint removed her ability to touch him, which she missed dearly. Yet knowing she was enough for him made her feel as though she’d been set free.

  “Lee?” he asked, rubbing his thumb along her cheek in a move so tender it almost killed her.

  “Yes,” she said, confidently. “I’m ready, Elliott.”

  * * *

  There aren’t words.

  Elliott ran his eyes over Kendalee’s face, which was flushed with excitement. Her eyes were wide with trust and heat. “You have no idea how fucking perfect you are, do you?”

  Seeing her tied up to his bed, seeing her body writhing beneath him for something only he could provide—something nobody else had been able to do for her—was so damn hot. Confusion clouded her eyes as she embraced the fact that she was enjoying everything he was doing to her. With her. Fuck. He wanted everything with her
. Anything she wanted to try, he’d be willing to show her or learn.

  Heaven.

  It was his only thought. The woman lying on his bed was sent just for him. She was caring, supportive, selfless, and so freaking delicious.

  He settled between her legs and gripped his cock that throbbed so badly it almost hurt. He inched it inside her ice-chilled lips, his entire body jerking at the sensation. Goddamn. She was incredibly tight, and wet . . . So fucking ready that he could barely keep his shit together.

  When he felt her tug against the silk and noticed the way she’d gripped it above the knot to hold on, he pressed in further. As her back arched, he took the opportunity to suck on her sensitive nipple again, and her body jolted against his as if she’d been shocked. Her hips moved against his in a bid to speed up the pace, but he gripped her by her hip bones and held her still, pulling out and easing back in, just the tip of his cock. “Let me, honey. Just give everything over to me. I’ll take care of you. I promise. Let me make this good for both of us.” He sped up a little, pushing in further. Her walls vibrated, and in that moment he knew she was sitting right on the edge of her orgasm, but he wanted to be closer himself. Wanted to be there when she went over. “Wait for me if you can,” he said, sinking deep inside her.

  “Elliott,” she gasped. “Oh God.”

  He hooked his arm under the back of her knee and lifted her leg up, opening her fully. Sweat began to form on his brow as he took most of his body weight on one arm and slid in and out of her unencumbered, savoring every thrust.

  “Fuck, Kendalee, I’m so close.”

  “I’m going to come. I—”

  He pounded into her faster. “No, you’re not,” he growled. “You’re going to wait for me.”

  The sensations changed as she warmed up around him, squeezing him tighter and tighter until he could feel his own orgasm roaring down his spine like a pile driver into the earth.

  “Elliott,” Kendalee cried out, tightening around him as she came, holding onto the silks for dear life.

  He couldn’t hold on any longer. “Fuck. I’m coming too.”

  Out-of-body experiences had nothing on this shit as every piece of him opened up to her. He laid himself bare in front of her, stripped down to nothing by the feel of her, as he let go.

  The sensations raged on in an orgasm so intense he could barely remember his own name. Kendalee shuddered beneath him.

  “Don’t stop,” she cried out in surprise, coming around him once more on a groan of surprise that told him twice rarely happened for her. He felt like king of the fucking world for having given her that.

  Unable to catch his breath, he lay for a moment in the cradle of her body, savoring the way they fit together, the way their curves and angles were meant to complement each other. At some point, he was going to need to move and deal with the condom, but not yet. Not while she was still twitching around him, gasping for her next breath with as much desperation as he was.

  Silence was all that was required to find the beauty in this single moment, and for once he felt the kind of silence that starting a fire brought. A complete demolition of all the noise that filled his brain. No running commentary of self-doubt. Just a calm peace between two people in love.

  In love.

  Shit.

  He waited for his heart to race in panic. For anxiety to fill his brain with questions. But neither happened. Instead, he experienced a warmth he’d never felt before in the arms of a woman tied to his bed.

  He reached over her head and loosened first the left and then the right strap, fully expecting her to need to shake her hands out, to get the blood flowing again after being slightly elevated. But she didn’t. She gripped them tightly around him. One around his shoulder, the other pressing his head against the crook of her neck.

  “Elliott,” she whispered reverently.

  Her tone tugged at his heart. Could he possibly be the man who deserved to be spoken to in such a way?

  Kendalee pressed her lips to the top of his head and kissed him gently. “It just keeps getting better,” she said.

  Elliott raised his head to look at her. “I want this,” he said with every ounce of honesty in his body. “You and me, Kendalee. I know there’s pile of shit taller than the CN Tower that we have to deal with. But tell me this isn’t some experiment. That you aren’t going to just leave me, that you aren’t going to decide I’m not worth it,” he said, exposing his largest fear to her.

  She cupped his cheek and he leaned into it. “I don’t know what the hell is going on in my life right now. But I’ll tell you this, Elliott. You are the only bright spark in it. This isn’t “some experiment.’”

  Unable to resist, he kissed her softly as he withdrew from her. The way she gasped against his mouth made him yearn to start all over again, but they both needed a break, a chance to refuel before they could begin again. “Good. Because this,” he said, gesturing between the two of them, “is too damn . . . precious to be fleeting.”

  Elliott climbed off her and removed the condom, wondering what they’d have to do to go without them in future. Testing for them both; pill for her, maybe.

  “I have no idea what my life is going to look like even a week from now,” Kendalee said, rolling on her side to talk to him. “But I can’t imagine you not being in it.”

  He loved that she was comfortable being naked in his presence. Thinking of her as his, as belonging to him, was a positively old-school attitude, but seeing her soft curves and knowing he could touch them, love them, take them whenever he felt like aroused him. The words to respond stuck in his throat, so he disappeared into the bathroom under the pretense of dealing with the condom to give himself a few extra moments to compose himself. When he returned to the bed, she was rubbing at the red line on her wrist, a mark that had been made as she pulled against the silk. The knot in the silk had been loose enough—he’d checked—and it turned him on to know she’d created the mark on herself by pulling on them in the heat of the moment. He took her hand in his and turned it to kiss her pulse point, her skin soft from the oil he’d used. “Thank you for trying this.” He reached for her other hand and repeated the action.

  “Does it make me slutty if I say I really enjoyed it?”

  “I don’t ever want to hear you use that word in any sentence about you. There is nothing wrong with trying different things.”

  “How far . . . you know . . . What are you into? You don’t want to . . . hurt me, do you?”

  He lay down on the bed and pulled her into his arms before tugging the bedding over the two of them. It was a little damp in places because of all their ice play, and he smiled at the reminder. “What I am into is finding out what the person I’m with wants to try. I’m into good old missionary on a Sunday morning when I’m hungover and just want to get off. I’m into sex in a field while hiking or on the deck of my cottage. Some days, I’m into trying a hundred different positions before getting off. I’m into cuffs and toys and exploring. I’m not into being called Sir, or hurting someone, or expecting submission. I just want to explore, and I want to find someone who wants to do that with me.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Hmm? What are you into?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

  “It would appear to be you. I’m into you, Elliott. And missionary position. And outdoor sex. And a hundred positions. And I’d really like to figure out whether a reverse cowgirl is really a thing.”

  Elliott barked out a laugh. “Reverse cowgirl?”

  Kendalee chuckled. “Yeah. Like . . . your . . . you know . . . it doesn’t naturally bend that way, right?”

  “Oh Lord, woman. It’s got quite the range of movement, but next up, we’re going reverse cowgirl.”

  They lay in silence, and Elliott clicked off the light.

  “Elliott?”

  “Yeah, Lee.”

  “Don’t make me fall in love with you. I’m not sure my heart is quite ready for it yet.”

  His own heart skipped a beat at her dec
laration.

  Because it meant she was thinking about it. About him, that way.

  “Can’t help you with that one, honey. It’s probably the only thing I can’t do for you.”

  Kendalee sighed against him, burrowing closer into his side. “Thought so.”

  Elliott smiled as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Despite running on only four hours of sleep, Kendalee had never felt more alive. The fact that those four hours had been split into blocks of two by yet another round of the hottest sex she’d ever had in her life probably had something to do with it. She’d struggled to get out of Elliott’s bed just before dawn. Leaving his naked, sculpted body so she could shower and get back to the hospital before Daniel was awake was literally a cold shower back to the reality of her life.

  The Toronto streets were quiet as she walked in the half-light, only the occasional jogger interrupting her thoughts. Psalm 46:5 came to mind. “God is in the midst of her, she will not be moved; God will help her when the morning dawns.” Maybe it was a sign.

  The air was fresh, still too early to be polluted by all the heavy traffic moving slowly through the main core. She was glad she’d made the decision to pull on jeans instead of shorts. The early mornings were starting to get a slight chill before the sun came up and burned it away. It would be hot later, but by then, she’d be in the air-conditioned hospital.

  She wandered into the foyer and caught sight of herself in the glass. Considering the extent of her sleep deprivation, she looked healthy . . . and happy. Adrian would be here later for his first supervised visit, and while it was petty and inconsequential in the big scheme of things, she wanted to look her best. Not that she could compete with the double-D’s his assistant owned, but in her own way, she wanted to look better than she had toward the end of their relationship to prove to him that she was doing fine on her own.

  Daniel’s social worker had insisted on being present for the reintroduction of Adrian into Daniel’s life, and Daniel had insisted he wouldn’t do it without Elliott, a decision that made her nervous and Adrian furious, and had blown Elliott away.