101 Nights Box Set: Volume One

by SE Reign

  “In.” Elijah’s voice is unsteady. “So … tight.”

  He rests on top of me again, his hands gripping my wrists to brace himself. He’s trembling with his attempt at rigid self-control, and his breathing tells me he’s close to coming.

  He moves in and out of me deliberately. Once he’s all in, the pain lessens, as if my body is adjusting to him being there, and I relax even more. Elijah begins thrusting faster and harder, his breathing growing harsher in my ears. My lower body is ablaze with awareness, and I can feel big red’s rhythmic vibrations all the way through my body.

  “Tell me where you want me to come!” he orders breathlessly.

  “In my ass,” I whisper.

  “Louder!”

  “In my ass!”

  He comes hard and fast, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He collapses on top of me, his dick still buried inside of me as far as it can go. Elijah’s hands travel down my arms, and he rests his head at the base of my neck. We both lie still, breathing hard, totally spent.

  “You’re mine through and through,” he says softly.

  I tug at the cuffs but know better than to ask for him to free me. Knowing he’ll let me go only when he’s ready, I work on capturing some semblance of control.

  “I love your body,” Elijah says. “And my god, that ass is perfect.”

  I giggle, not sure why I find it funny that he likes the part of me I’ve always been a little self-conscious about.

  He shifts back onto his knees, easing out of my ass with a satisfied grunt before reaching down to turn off the vibrator and pull it free.

  I don’t know if I can move. My body is shaking from exertion.

  “Perfect,” he says again and touches my backside. He slides two fingers into my pussy then back, pushing them into my ass. “Onto your back.”

  I shift and roll. I can’t squeeze my thighs together; the muscles are too shaky. With my hands trapped above my head, I still can’t touch him. But right now, I don’t care, because I’m exhausted.

  Elijah’s face is hidden in the darkness of the limo. It smells of our lovemaking, a scent I find both stimulating and comforting. He tosses the vibrator into a small garbage bin. One of the perks of being a billionaire: he can afford new sex toys after using one once.

  He retrieves the wet wipes and begins cleaning me up.

  “EJ …” I object in a murmur.

  “Who’s your master?” he replies.

  I sigh. It’s very … weird to have someone clean you up after sex. It shouldn’t be. I mean, he’s down there a lot. He knows them better than I do, but the intimacy of cleaning me up makes my blood stir for a different reason. His touch is so gentle, his ministrations light and careful. I trust him to fuck me every which way from Sunday, but trusting him to care for me …

  I don’t let anyone care for me. Even my parents. I’ve been independent since I was five.

  He’s behaving again like a real lover and not a partner in a business deal. His gentle touch makes me warm from the inside out. It’s not the warmth of attraction but of affection, the kind of feeling I never, ever hope to feel for this man.

  It’s getting harder and harder to keep my emotions securely blocked. I never expected him to be nice, to have a side of his personality – however small – that I might actually be attracted to.

  He finishes and cleans his hands and dick then fixes his clothing before releasing me from the cuffs. One of my hands is almost asleep from the angle of the cuffs and I rub it. I sit up the best I can, shifting so I’m not straddling him.

  Elijah’s breathing has returned to normal. He moves to sit on one of the bench seats, swinging one leg up over my head so that I’m seated on the floor between his legs. My own are trembling. He touches me lightly, taking my arms to draw me to my knees. I lean into him.

  I start to reach out to him them stop.

  “Can I touch you?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  I wrap my arms around him and sink into his body, releasing a sigh at how warm and solid he is. I can’t get enough of his masculine scent, of the heat of his skin. I nuzzle his chest.

  “Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re no longer an anal virgin.” He sounds amused. “God you are tighter than a rubber band. That was incredible.”

  What do I say to that? I have no idea.

  “We need ice cream,” he decides. “You did good tonight. You’re invited to my midnight ice cream ritual as your reward.”

  I laugh. His voice is so husky and warm, his guard lowered a little for the first time since we’ve met.

  It scares me to think there’s a part of me that likes him, and my smile fades. I can’t afford to be emotionally involved with this man. I have a feeling that, in three months, he’ll fuck me over worse than anything I can possibly imagine. Falling for him is out of the question.

  We reach the hotel, and I straighten my clothing, suspecting there’s no way to hide what we’ve been doing.

  Elijah doesn’t bother trying. He pulls on his dress shirt but doesn’t button it and drapes his jacket over one arm. His hair is mussed, his pants wrinkled when we get out of the car, and I am pretty certain that he looks much better than I do.

  He takes my hand and moves towards the elevator, unconcerned with anything in his world but him. The sight of the two members of the security detail that accompanied us makes me blush hard. It’s hard enough staying balanced in these high heels but harder when my legs are like rubber.

  We get into the elevator, and he automatically moves closer to me.

  I can’t help but melt into him. I love that he cuddles, and I love cuddling with him. There’s nothing as satisfying as cuddling with someone who’s got such an incredible body. It makes me sleepy being in his arms like this.

  He nudges me with one shoulder when the doors open. I walk out into the apartment, not surprised to see only a few lights on. I kick off the heels with a groan, glad to be out of them. I need a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.

  “Ice cream,” he says, heading the opposite direction I want to go.

  I trail him to the kitchen. The moment I walk in, he takes my hand and whips me around, pressing me against the doorway and kissing me deeply. He inches my dress up again, and I can feel him getting hard.

  Why can’t I get enough of him? My blood is already flying through me, my lower belly burning. I should be too tired for another round.

  He pulls away, gazing down at me with dark eyes.

  “I have an idea,” he says. “Caramel sauce.”

  “Caramel?” I ask, a smile tugging up one side of my lips. “I’m a chocolate fan.”

  He goes to the cavernous pantry and disappears inside, reemerging a moment later with two jars, one caramel and one chocolate. Setting them down on the island at the center of the kitchen, he motions for me to approach.

  Curious, I do.

  He opens the caramel sauce. I reach for the chocolate and twist the top. The lid of the mason jar is too tight, and I strain to open it.

  Elijah takes it from me and twists it open easily, the muscles of his roped forearms flexing in a way that makes me think jar opening is the sexiest unknown sport out there.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” he says.

  I look from the sauce to him, not expecting the compliment. It doesn’t sound smug like his normal comments, and I’m surprised to see his gaze lingering on me.

  As if he actually believes it, even after I’ve seen how beautiful the women that surround him at the gala are.

  He holds my gaze, and for once, I sense his guard has slipped once more. His smile is quicker, the sharp, shrewd edge to his look gone.

  “Thank you,” I murmur, my face growing red.

  My stomach is fluttering, like this is the first time we’ve ever talked after passing yearning looks at one another in the halls at high school. It doesn’t feel like we’ve been fucking for a week.

  I don’t know this Elijah. The one with the charming smile and the genui
ne compliment. Don’t fall for him, Natty.

  He – this emotion growing inside me – isn’t real. Can’t be real, no matter how sweet he’s being tonight.

  His trace of a smile makes my toes tingle in anticipation, because I know he’s thinking exactly what I am: of what he’s going to do to me later.

  “I don’t know why I’ve never thought of this.” He moves towards the microwave and pops both jars into it.

  “Thought of what?”

  His smile is wicked. “You’ll see.”

  My heart is racing already.

  He pats the island in the center of the kitchen. “Up.”

  I climb up, my legs swinging over the edge.

  Elijah moves between them, holding my gaze as he reaches up my dress to pull my underwear loose. He maneuvers them off me and leans against the counter between my thighs, his intense look back. With gentleness I’m not expecting, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, deep but slow, as if he’s savoring me. I can taste the caramel in his mouth and almost sigh at the warm pressure of his full lips. Kissing him shouldn’t be this good!

  His hands trail down my neck and across my bare shoulders lightly enough that I shiver. He grips my ass to pull me to the edge of the counter then returns his hands to my shoulders, untying the straps of the dress while continuing to kiss me as if he’s exploring my mouth for the first time.

  His scent drives me wild, along with the warmth of his bare skin. I rest my hands on his chest, amazed again at the supple muscle beneath my fingertips. His chest is as smooth as my pussy, and I wonder fleetingly if I have Mario to thank for that, too.

  Elijah pushes my dress down beneath my breasts. He rolls my tight nipples in his fingers, and I groan at the pleasure-pain that spikes through me when he pinches. I know I’m already wet enough for him, and the fire in my lower belly is back.

  His mouth leaves mine, and he takes one nipple in his mouth. His hand goes to my lips, and I open them obediently, sucking and nibbling on the finger he thrusts between them.

  His hot tongue kisses and licks my nipple. He grips it with his teeth lightly and tugs its sensitive tip as far as he can before I gasp. With a nip of the soft skin of my breast, he turns to the other nipple.

  I groan quietly, the furnace in my body goaded on by his mouth.

  The microwave goes off, and he nips my breast before lifting his head. With a quick kiss, he turns to face the appliance and opens it, pulling out both and setting them on the counter.

  I have a feeling where he’s going with the sauces and wait in thrilled anticipation.

  A few seconds later, he’s stripped off his clothing to reveal the thick, hard dick that makes the ache between my legs grow almost unbearable.

  “Where to start,” he says in a way that makes me think he knows exactly what he wants to do to me right now.

  Taking the jar of chocolate, he tips it to drizzle the warm liquid across his cock.

  “Fuck!” he mutters. “Hotter than I expected.”

  I laugh. It shouldn’t be funny, but for some reason, it really is.

  “Oh, don’t get me wrong,” he adds. “I love the pain.” He dumps more on, groaning in pleasure. Setting the jar down, he grabs the caramel. “Let me see your threshold for this.”

  Approaching me, he takes my wrist and pours a small amount on my arm.

  “Orange!” I cry the safe word, yanking back.

  He snatches a towel and swipes the hot sauce off me. Next, he wets the towel and holds the cold cloth to the wound.

  “Too hot,” he says, gaze flickering to mine. “You okay?”

  “The safe word really works,” I say, more surprised about this than the burning sauce.

  “If you can’t trust your dom, you can’t trust anyone,” he replies, dark eyes on me. “You can trust me with anything, Natalie.”

  My throat grows tight. We’re not dating! This is business! I want to scream the words until he starts behaving like a jackass again.

  “You almost believe me,” he assesses. “I think tonight made a huge impact. Soon, you’ll stop fighting me, won’t you?”

  Fear trickles through me. I don’t want that to happen. Ever. There’s too much at risk for me to start to pretend this is real.

  “Lie back.” The wicked gleam is in his eyes again.

  I obey. He pushes up my dress to my hips and nudges my knees aside so he can get to my pussy.

  “God I love your pussy,” he murmurs.

  I hear him stirring the caramel sauce and brace myself, hoping he’s serious about not hurting me. Seconds later, I feel the warmth of the sauce dribble over my clit and slide down between my nether lips to my pussy and past, to my anus. I’m surprised to feel the heat soothe the often raw feeling I’ve had down there since meeting the insatiable Elijah.

  “Wow,” I murmur, dwelling on the pleasant sensations.

  “Yeah, wow.”

  I lift my head to see the hungry look on his face, one that makes my breath quicken. He’s got something in his mouth. As I watch, he removes an ice cube and tosses it in the sink.

  Elijah leans down and begins to lick the sauce off my pussy.

  “Oh, god!” I exclaim, clutching the sides of the island. The heat of the caramel, mixed with the coldness and pressure of his tongue, is absolutely maddening. He tackles my pussy and clit with fervor unlike any even he’s displayed before, and before he’s made it to the caramel around my ass, I’m ready to come.

  “Control it,” he orders.

  I hiss through my teeth, struggling not to let the sensation of his wicked tongue control my body. It’s hard – so hard.

  More so when he slides a finger inside me and begins to stroke my G-spot.

  “Control it,” he repeats, this time with a chuckle. “We’ll do this over and over until you can.”

  God I hope so!

  The tension within me is tight, hot, and ready to snap, but I grit my teeth. His teeth graze my clit, and he pushes a finger into my ass.

  “Elijah!” I all but shout, combating the need to shatter.

  “Not yet.”

  My god … it’s agony … the hard strokes of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, the movement of his fingers …

  He stops, and I release the breath I’m holding, panting. My whole lower body is tingling and on fire, the need inside me barely contained. I’m afraid to move, afraid to break his stupid rules.

  “And now, it gets fun,” he says with a husky chuckle. Taking my hands, he puts them on the edge of the island above my head. “Pretend they’re cuffed right there.”

  He climbs onto the island with me, straddling my head with his thighs. His chocolate-covered dick tickles my lips, and I open automatically.

  “Lick all the chocolate free, and I’ll let you come,” he offers.

  I take the head of his cock into my mouth and begin licking, sucking and nibbling in earnest. His balls dangle too close and I close my eyes. The chocolate is rich and sweet. Mixed with his saltiness, it’s the most addictive snack I’ve ever had.

  “Yes,” he purrs, as I nibble through chocolate messily to get to his penis. “You’re doing too well. Let’s make this challenging.”

  He shifts his upper body until we’re in the sixty-nine position, his mouth close to my pussy while he pumps in and out of my mouth.

  “Lick harder,” he orders.

  I feel the warm journey of caramel down my pussy before his mouth then descends again, and he begins eating me out with relish that almost makes me choke on his dick. He’s being aggressive tonight, his teeth pressing against my clit while his tongue and the fingers of one hand dance between my pussy and ass.

  He feels me start to arch. “Control it!”

  I can’t speak with his dick in my mouth, can’t tell him I’m too close. But I try, forcing my self-control to work overtime. My lips are growing tired from gripping him so hard.

  “Harder!” He orders again, this time more urgently.

  Hoping he’s close – which means I’ll be
coming soon, too, - I break out the teeth and bite him harder than usual.

  “Fuck yes!” he yells.

  Seconds later, his semen squirts into my mouth. He pumps a few more times, as if to ensure I get every last drop of him, before he pushes himself up to kneel at my head again.

  He lifts his dick out of my mouth, and I gaze up at him, too close to my own orgasm to move. My body shakes with the effort to control it, and I wait. When he simply smiles, I break down.

  “Please!” I whisper. “Please, please, please!”

  “I love it when you beg,” he whispers and wipes my mouth with one finger. “Not yet, farasha.”

  He hops off the island, and I groan.

  Chapter Seven: Elijah

  Natalie’s body is incredible. She’s stretched out on the island, her knees wide apart and her perfect breasts pointing towards the ceiling. I reach out to twist her nipples again, smiling at the sounds she makes when I do. She’s quivering, her breathing off. She obeys me still, even though I’m purposely pushing her tonight. Her hands are where I told her to place them, her orgasm not yet granted to her.

  Her flavor – mixed with caramel – is in my mouth, and I’m salivating already for another hard lick of her pussy. I want to fuck her in the ass again so bad … but it’ll be over too fast, if I do, and for once, I want to experience her body a little longer before I let her climax. I want to see her tremble beneath me, to feel the heat of her skin and see her face flush.

  God, I’m already getting hard again. I can’t get enough of this woman, and knowing she’s just minutes away from admitting she’s mine … finally ….

  It’s all the encouragement my dick needs.

  I pick up the caramel sauce once more.

  Natalie groans. “Please, Elijah!”

  “Keep begging. It’s fucking sexy,” I tell her and round the island.

  I gaze at her perfect, pink pussy and the tight ring of her ass. Her clit is swollen, her juices dripping down the channel that runs between her cunt and ass.