by SE Reign
“Really?”
He slides it onto his finger and turns it on then wraps his arm around me. The tiny vibrations tickle against my bare skin, and he traces it up my side to my breasts. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he sucks hard then nibbles on it, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. He moves to my other nipple when the finger dildo finds my clit. The incessant vibration is heavenly, the finger dildo allowing him more control over where the pressure and vibrations go. He slides it to one side of my clit then the other, circles, tucks under … It’s more intense than Big Red or Little Blue, like the tickle of his tongue mixed with the pressure of his teeth.
“Omigod!” I gasp.
“Thought you’d like it,” he says, tugging on my nipple with his teeth.
He rubs my clit with the dildo, until I’m squirming, then sinks it between my nether lips, and strokes me hard. Elijah slides the finger vibrator into my pussy, and I breathe out hard. I lift one leg to give him more access, enamored by the sensations that are quickly building the tension in my body as he plays with me.
“Control it,” he says, nuzzling my jaw. He pushes his finger to my G-spot and holds it there, the intense vibrations reverberating all the way through my body. I shudder. “Fuck. We don’t have much time. I owe you a fuckathon, farasha. Right now, I just need your pussy.”
His finger leaves my body, and he lifts me onto his hips, penetrating me fast and hard. I cling to him, and his mouth finds mine, his hot tongue darting between my lips.
Elijah presses me against the wall beside our table, hands on my ass, and thrusts. I love the way his dick fills me. The edge of his head tickles my G-spot while the friction between us tugs and massages my clit. His kisses are consuming, hot and demanding, his teeth and lips working together to keep me from catching my breath. He’s in a hurry, his passion rushed but fiery nonetheless.
He releases me and withdraws, then spins me and pushes me over the edge of the table. Taking my hips, Elijah pushes into me slowly the first time, pausing when he’s in all the way. My breasts rub against the cold tabletop and rough edges of papers, and I sigh at the tantalizing feel.
Elijah slides the finger dildo closer to my ass. He circles it with the vibrating digit, and I groan in anticipation. I’m already breathing hard and know very well he’s not going to let me come fast.
Even if we don’t have much time …
“Want this in your ass?” he whispers.
“Yes!”
“Ask me.”
“Please, master.”
He pushes his finger into my ass, and I tense, close to shattering at the pleasure pain of the sudden penetration and intense vibrations. He thrusts quickly and deeply, pushing me into the table with each one, while his finger works in and out of my ass in a similar rhythm.
About to burst, my insides are tensing, my pussy tightening around his dick while my ass grips his finger.
“Elijah …” I whisper my warning to him, the sign I’m close to coming.
“Hold it.” Bracing himself against my back with his other hand, he fucks me harder, faster, shoving the finger vibrator deeper.
I close my eyes and will myself to wait, to hold out until he gives the command.
Never one to do exactly what I expect, Elijah pulls out suddenly and drops to his knees. Before I can register what he’s doing, I feel his hot mouth on my pussy.
“Oh, god …”
His tongue darts inside me, lapping up my juices, then moves to my aching clit. At the first stroke of his evil tongue, I grip the edges of the table and grit my teeth to keep from coming. At the second, I’m ready to beg him. With his finger moving in and out of my ass and his tongue circling my clit, I’m in hell, gasping and trembling, struggling to control myself the way he wants me to.
He flicks his tongue fast, the tickling sensation pushing me closer and closer. Another hard stroke, then several.
No one has ever commanded my body the way he does. I never knew I could feel so much pleasure.
“Elijah!” I give a strangled cry.
“Not yet, farasha,” he tells me then continues. His teeth graze my clit then his tongue swoops in again to circle and stroke. His mouth returns to my core, and he licks me again then stands, positioning himself behind me again. “On the count of three. One.”
He shoves his cock into me. I arch, frozen in an attempt to control it.
He pushes me back down onto the table and holds me there.
“Two.” He begins thrusting hard, pounding into my pussy. My G-spot feels so tender, his every move is torture. “Three.”
My climax breaks, and I clutch at the table, falling into waves of pleasure. Elijah keeps pounding into me, pushing me deeper into my senses and the orgasm. Seconds later, he comes, too.
“God, yes!” he hisses and shoves himself into me one more time. He holds his dick in my pussy then pulls his finger from my ass and his cock from my cunt.
Rolling me over, he lowers his body onto mine. I wrap my legs around his hips, and his dick presses to my thigh. His quick breathing tickles my neck, his heated skin sending a shiver of desire through me. Elijah kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth the way it did my pussy. I can taste myself on him, smell myself, too.
He lifts his head. “You get so wet for me, farasha. Like a waterfall of silk and honey. I could eat you out all day.”
My face grows warm. I love that he loves my body. I just wish it didn’t betray me to him every single time.
“Someday, we’ll do that.” He smiles. “I’ll spend the day between your legs, making you come over and over with my mouth and drinking every last drop of your juicy cunt.”
I shudder. Desire spins and eddies through me at the words. The image of him with his mouth at my core, gripping my hips to keep them still while he torments my clit with his tongue and teeth … a vibrator in my ass … all day long …
I want him to fuck me again already.
I can’t get enough of him.
He pushes his dick into me, and we gaze at one another, connected in a way too intimate for words.
Chapter Two: Elijah
I love how Natalie trembles and sighs after we fuck. In my arms, she’s completely submissive and pliant, her warm skin branding me with the scent that leaves me intoxicated by her physically. I’m serious about making her incredible pussy my meal for an entire day.
She shifts in my arms and looks up at me, blue eyes open and the emotions within them fleeting. I stroke one of her nipples, feeling it harden beneath my light touch, and push my hips into hers. My dick is buried in her warm, juicy cunt, where it belongs. Being in a woman’s pussy is as close to heaven as I think I’ll ever get. Her dark hair is everywhere, her lips roughened from kisses and her breathing not quite even yet.
I’m addicted to her body, to the quality about her I still can’t identify.
“Now, farasha, tell me. What do you want me to buy you in our new business deal?” I ask. I don’t have to negotiate like this, in a way where she can name her price. Normally, I take what I want or push someone so hard, they just give me what I tell them to. But I don’t want her miserable in our relationship. I’ve got too much to lose, if she decides to betray me.
The dark look crosses her features, the one that appears when she’s hiding something.
I can respect the secrets of people with no real connection to my life. But I can’t stand secrets in those around me. I know everything there is to know about my assistants, George, his team, my staff. What infuriates me: I know Natalie’s, too, but she still refuses to talk to me about the reasons she’s withdrawn since the gala.
While she’s surrendered to me in bed completely since the night of the gala, she’s holding back elsewhere.
“I want you to tell me why you changed your mind about three months,” she replies.
“This charade will look and feel as real as I can make it, for as long as I need it to be so,” I reply vaguely. There are a couple of reasons, ones
I don’t feel comfortable admitting to myself, let alone to someone else.
“It’s not right, though, EJ, just like it’s not right to force your money on my family. My mother said no, and you shouldn’t have done what you did,” she responds. “Can I touch you, Master?”
I love the way she says it, with a tad of hesitancy. “Yes.” It amuses me when she’s pissed enough to push back at me yet still calls me Master when she wants something physical. It’s how it should be: someone who intrigues me mentally but folds to my every whim physically.
She lifts her arms from their place over her head and touches my face, as usual. Her eyes follow her fingers across my cheekbones and up my temples. Her touch is almost light enough to tickle, and it’s soothing and gentle. I’ve never been touched like this before, and I like it.
“What’s not right? Your father gets his surgeries,” I tell her. “The longer you’re with me, the more it’ll benefit them.”
Natalie’s eyes return to mine, and her movement pauses. “You can’t force yourself into someone’s life or make choices for others like that, especially if they tell you no. You have to respect their decisions.”
There are full days when I don’t understand her view of the world. That she’d rather let her father risk not finding funding than take my money is nothing short of utterly stupid.
What matters aside from emerging from any situation as the victor?
“Does it matter?” I ask. “He’ll be fine.”
“I know.” She’s troubled. “I’m … grateful, Elijah. But …”
There’s something more, something she’s not telling me. I can always sense fear in people, and she’s afraid. I’m not sure of what, though. Maybe it’s the same thing that keeps her from telling me about the video the stranger texted her or why George says she’s all but stopped talking to her best friend, Alisha, and her parents.
“Tell me what you want,” I say again, brushing hair from her face. “Everyone has a price.”
She sighs. “I want for you not to have any sort of interaction or involvement with my friends and family.”
“That won’t happen. We have a public appearance to maintain,” I say with a shake of my head. “What do you want?”
“I just told you.”
“No, Natalie.” I pause. We’re speaking on different planes again. “I’m keeping you because it benefits me. What do you want that benefits you? Not your family or friends or anyone else. You.”
She appears absolutely confused by this, so much so, that I smile. My aunt Malika’s comments about Natalie being too good of a person for me are truer than I thought. The exact opposite of me, Natalie has no shred of selfishness in her body.
“Just think about it,” I advise. I ease off her and withdraw from her pussy with regret. I offer a hand to her, and she takes it.
I help her off the table, my eyes sweeping down the feminine curves of her perfect body, from the plump breasts to her trim waist and the rounded hips. I could spend weeks fucking her and still find myself marveling at her body.
Backing her against the table again, I kiss her hard, lapping up her flavor while pressing my body the length of hers. She’s responsive and warm, her skin so soft and her hands behind her obediently, exposing her body for me to touch as I please.
I let myself enjoy more than the physical sensations the night of the gala at the museum, and the result was caramel-covered orgasms that felt far more powerful than usual. I can’t get that night out of my head, can’t help but think it was a mistake to connect with her in a way I never have with anyone else.
It was also the night when Malika told me my best bet at obtaining my father’s throne was to knock up Natalie or any woman I needed to in order to produce a legitimate heir.
I still can’t think about it without a flare of coldness trickling through me. It tempers some of my passion, my need edged with fear.
The deeper we wade into this charade, the more the inevitable outcome crystalizes: one, or both of us, is going to leave this relationship crushed.
I break away from the kiss with Natalie. My cock is hard and weeping again for her already. Rubbing it against her smooth belly, I wrap my arms around her briefly, loving the feeling of her tits pressed to my chest and her hips against mine, and then lean away.
“Suck me,” I order her in a whisper. “Make me come and swallow me.”
Natalie moves down my body to her knees. Seconds later, her tongue tickles the tip of my dick before she takes it into her mouth completely.
I groan at the feel of her hot mouth, tight lips and the teeth grazing my cock. Holding her head still with my hands, I thrust deep into her throat then out, back and forth, until I feel the orgasm start to build. Only then do I release her and let her drive me the homestretch to climaxing. One of her cool palms goes to my balls, while the other takes the shaft of my dick tight enough to hurt.
I love pain during sex. Her tolerance is super low, but when she squeezes and tugs and bites the way she is now …
“Yes!” I hiss. “Harder!”
Her teeth rake down the sensitive skin of my dick and across the bulbous head that feels ready to burst. She sucks hard then bites down on the head with her molars.
Pleasure edged by pain tears through me. I take her head again and push deep into her throat, holding myself there as my dick seizes and pumps cum into her mouth.
“Fuck, yes!” I whisper. “Suck me dry. Every last drop!”
She obeys, licking, teasing and sucking cum from my cock.
My orgasm dies down, but I love the feel of her mouth around me. I let her continue, lost in a haze of pleasure, until I’m fully satisfied.
Pulling free from her mouth, I kneel in front of her. Her lips are redder, the scent of her arousal in the air.
“Good girl,” I tell her then lean forward to claim her lips once more. I can taste my saltiness and her sweetness. The combination is amazing, addictive. I nudge her knees a part and slide my fingers into her depths, satisfied to feel she’s soaking wet for me again.
Her breathing quickens, and her knees spread wider. I slide my fingers up to her clit and begin circling and stroking in alternating levels of pressure. She leans into me, her head on my shoulder, her body completely mine to control. Her hands are clasped behind her back.
“Quickly, farasha,” I urge her. I shift her body in my arms so I can slip the finger with the vibrator into her oh-so-tight ass, once more reminding myself I haven’t fucked her there in about three days. “Tonight, I want those fat titties in my face as you ride me hard, before I put your legs behind your head and fuck you in the ass until you come.”
She’s moving against me with urgency, her soft moans filling my ears. I move the finger in her ass in and out faster then begin stroking her harder.
“Now, Natalie,” I order her.
“Oh, EJ!” she cries.
Her ass grips and releases my fingers as pleasure takes her. She sags against me. I continue stroking her more slowly, loving the way her body trembles at my touch. She’s even slicker with cum, the feel of her hot core and swollen nether lips against my fingers making me want to replace them with my mouth and lap up every last drop of her orgasm. I want to possess her, consume her, in every way possible.
She trembles in my arms, and I hold her, until her pussy stops undulating from pleasure. Her soft hair tickles my face. Reluctantly, I glance at the clock, wishing we had a few hours instead of a few minutes.
“Good girl,” I repeat. “Let’s get cleaned up.” I help her to her feet, and we walk with our clothes in our arms to the restrooms.
I watch her disappear into the ladies room, my eyes on her round, naked ass.
No matter how much I fuck her or how hard I push both of us in bed, I still want more. When will I get enough of her? It’s never taken this long before with anyone else.
My phone hums. I dig around my clothing to find it and tug it out. Malika has texted.
We need to talk.
She’s not on my list of people I prefer to talk to. I’m ready to delete the message when she sends another.
Have a business proposal for you.
Now that intrigues me. My father’s sister and stateside advisor doesn’t normally venture out of her political arena. She’s second only to my father in despising how I live my life.
Which means something interesting is going on, or she wouldn’t be seeking me out like this. I send her a quick response then get cleaned up.
Natalie and I are dressed and have the table straightened by the time the others return from lunch. Natalie instinctively moves into my arms, and I lean against her, letting my dick get hard, pressed to her firm ass as we swipe through more summaries and watch more presentations. She was tense this morning, but her body is relaxed and responsive now, moving instinctively with mine as if we’re one, the way I prefer it.
I’ve got the Nijalan designers I think she’ll pick narrowed down to two. After a couple of hours of watching models strut in the designs, I’m pleased to discover I’m right about who she eventually goes with.
“You chose the designer over the clothing, didn’t you?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She looks over her shoulder, up at me. “Did you guess this one, too?”
“I did,” I say, my hand traveling from her hip to her belly. “You’re easy to read. No challenge at all trying to figure this all out.”
“Then why do we like each other?” The amount of vexation in her tone is trumped only by the look of surprise that crosses her face. She flushes and averts her gaze. “Never mind. I’m a little testy today. PMS.”
Interesting. I thought she’d been withdrawn the past couple of weeks, because she was upset about the video and what her mother said about me, neither of which I’m supposed to know she knows about. Everyone else in my life likes to judge me. Most of the time, they’re right, and I don’t care. But someone is trying to set me up to look like a douche with the texts they send her. I don’t need help – I’m good at doing that myself.
It never occurred to me she was trying to keep distance between us to prevent from actually feeling something for me. The only woman who liked me was too much like me to be serious. As my father used to love to point out, even my own mother didn’t love me. There’s not a chance in the world that any woman will, especially not one who I’m manipulating the way I am Natalie. Even she isn’t that good of a person that she’d look beyond my actions to find a drop of decency in me.