Delusive

by Courtney Lane

  “Stubborn silence, is it?” He pushed me back until I fell back on the bed. He reached for his belt, removing it slowly. “Hold up your hands. And please, shut the fuck up until you are asked to speak.”

  My hands shook as I raised my wrists up to him. Inside, I wanted to fight and say something worse than I had in the parking lot. Another was full of desire, wanting him to do whatever he wanted to me as long as it meant a repeat of the weekend we’d spent together.

  He looped the belt around my hands and pulled it through the fastener until the belt tightened, biting into my skin. He pushed my arms up and back, forcing my arms above my head. Wrapping the free end around the exposed base of the headboard, he intertwined the end of the belt around the pole, ensuring it was secured tightly. Crawling on the bed, he pushed my legs open until they draped around him. “I can do anything I want to do to your body and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” He held my trembling thighs firmly, steadying them. “Does knowing that make you wet?”

  I shook my head.

  “You’re lying to me, minha amada.” He roughly slid my panties down my legs. The once soft lace cut into my legs and scratched my sensitive skin. He loosened his tie, removed it, and unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of his collared shirt. He slipped down and pressed his mouth against my slit.

  My mouth opened to release a surprised gasp. He wasn’t gentle; he aimed to make me feel his mouth on me and bring about the pleasure quickly.

  His fingers slid inside me, his mouth and tongue lashed at my clit with a constant harsh pressure. My body fell into shock, turning stiff underneath him. My mouth remained open, unable to expel any coherent word-sounds. My legs began to shake with a violence that rattled the bed. He stopped, leaving me lingering at a peak. Slamming my legs down, he forced them to lay flat against the bed. He moved forward and up to hover over my body. His hand wrapped around my neck, threatening to cut off my air supply. His free hand worked deftly to remove his cock from his pants. The head pulsed at my slit, wanting inside.

  “Apologize to me, Hanley, or you will remain tied to this bed. I will fuck, suck, and lick your pussy until you’re on the verge, and stop. I’ll never let you come.”

  “I’m sorry,” I blurted out. The thought of feeling what I did a moment earlier—over and over again—elicited a riot inside me. I wanted the release. I wanted him.

  Taking pleasure in my agony, his teeth sank into the corner of his smirk and his eyes glimmered under the dim light. “You think that’s enough? If you want me to make you come…” His hips shoved forward, only the head of his cock slid inside me. He rocked shallowly and at a dismaying pace. My wet sex contracted, hoping vainly to keep him inside of me. “Make me believe you are very”—his hands pressed across my throat, cutting off enough of my air supply that I fell into a panic—“very sorry.”

  My mouth flew open desperate for more air.

  “Hanley,” he warned.

  “I’m sorry,” I said through strained breaths and a hoarse voice. “Please forgive me and make me come.”

  He raised a brow, his grin broadening. He continued, entering only a small portion of himself and withdrawing in a slow aggravating manner.

  “I won’t disrespect you again,” I promised effusively. “Please, please give me your cock. I want it. I want…you.”

  “Oh? And how badly do you want me, Hanley?” He reached down and began to strum his thumb against my clit, awakening a sensation that felt like I was stuck in limbo. He circled the sensitive part of my nub, bringing forth tremors from my thighs.

  I sucked in air, choking on what little his hold would allow. The rush crept up slowly, and as if sensing it, he stopped touching me. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

  Grabbing his cock he directed the head to slap my clit repeatedly. “Would you cry for me?”

  “Yes,” I cried out, my eyes watering. “Please, please. I need it.”

  “What is it you need, Hanley?”

  “Your cock.”

  “And why do you, a disrespectful, foul-mouthed brat deserve to be fucked so hard you soak my bed with your cum? What will you do for it?”

  “Anything you want me to.”

  “Good.” He withdrew and shifted on the bed to lay beside to me. His hand settled on my pelvis as his head rested in the crook of my neck. “I’m not going to wish you sweet dreams. You won’t get to sleep long enough to dream. Every hour on the hour, I’m going to bring you to the edge and never let you come.” He kissed my shoulder and sighed as though he was at complete ease.

  I stared at the ceiling, tormented and wanting to scream every obscenity I knew at him. I lay there, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to me. It wasn’t because I didn’t have a choice; deep down, I wanted it.

  He was a man of his word. Every hour on the hour his tongue, fingers, or cock teased me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm, and he never allowed me to be fully satisfied. His torture endured until it was time for me to get ready for work.

  We showered together in the morning, and he took the opportunity to tease me one more time by fucking me against the shower wall and stopping on the cusp of my orgasm.

  He drove me to work in silence. I had nothing to say. I was too busy focusing on the agony.

  I nearly ran out of the car when he pulled up to the main entrance of the mall. He grabbed my arm, halting me before I could exit the car. “Every two hours I want you to excuse yourself. You can use the bathroom or a dressing room, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re out of sight. I want you to emulate what I did to you last night. If you come, your punishment won’t end. But if you obey”—he neared me, holding my head as he brushed his lips against mine—“I promise you, the reward will be worth every second of your suffering.” With a smugness that irritated and turned me on all at once, he kissed me gently. “Have a good day at work.”

  THE INSTANT I had time to steal away to the bathroom, I tried to disobey Elias. The moment I began to slide my hands up my skirt and into my panties, my phone rang. I thought to ignore it, but I couldn’t.

  “Hello?”

  “Are you being disobedient, Hanley?”

  Sighing, I whispered, “No, Elias. I don’t know how I’m going to get away with this. Penelope—”

  “She won’t give you an issue.”

  “Right, because your father’s company owns the building and could make the situation bad for the retail space.”

  “It’s an oversimplification of what would happen—what happens to most people who cross me. Now that I’ve given you a reminder, you’re going to behave, correct?”

  Fuck you, Elias. “Yes, Elias.” I clicked end call with gusto, poking my finger harshly on the screen as though it was Elias’s disarmingly beautiful face. I ignored his threats and slid my hands back inside my panties. Knowing my hands were a fraud, my body rebelled. My hands did nothing to alleviate the torture he forced me to endure. I was thrust into complying when I no longer wanted to.

  IT WAS OBVIOUS to anyone who saw me that I was in anguish. Penelope periodically asked me what my issue was during the day, and there wasn’t an answer I could give her.

  At closing, I continuously rocked, uncomfortable with the persistent wetness lingering at the crux of my thighs. “Are you done yet?” I asked Penelope, swearing she purposely took too long. It was her fourth recount of the day’s profits.

  Finally, she placed the receipts and money inside the deposit bag. “Do you need to use the bathroom or something? As much as you’ve been going to the bathroom all day, I swear you have a bladder infection.”

  The minute she said it, I was done playing his game. I intended to go in the back and rub myself raw. At least pain would be better than my current state.

  “Right. I’ll be back.” The speed at which I left, caused me to slip on my heels. I reached out, catching my balance against a shelving unit to keep from falling. My hand was on the bathroom doorknob in the storage room when I heard the front door to the store snap closed.

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p; Worried that Penelope somehow forgot about me and locked me inside the store, I turned right back around. The store was dark save for the security lighting. Penelope was nowhere to be found, but I knew I wasn’t alone.

  I felt the heat of his presence and smelled the faintest scent of his intoxicating cologne. I turned around to the dressing room area and spotted him on the couch.

  Relaxed and composed, his hand drew across his lips, rubbing at the corner of his mouth as he studied me. One leg tossed over the other as he lolled back on the couch. “Lift your skirt and remove your panties,” he said easily without a hint of affability. It was pure commanding seduction and it made me weak at the knees.

  Facing him, I lifted my skirt, slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I kept my hands on the hem, lifting it up to my hips. He slowly rose, walking toward me at an unhurried pace. He touched my face gently and kissed my nose. “Were you a good girl?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, my voice weak and trembling. “I was a very good girl.”

  Swiftly, he removed the cufflinks from his shirt, letting them drop to the floor, and rolled up the sleeves. Undoing his tie, he released it from around his neck and unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of his shirt. “Are you ready for your reward?”

  “Yes. Very.”

  His kiss landed gently on my lips and his hands touched my breasts through the material of my blouse, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. “I need to feel you without anything between us, do you object to that?”

  “But…” I became distracted when his fingertips rubbed my nipples, coercing them to be more prominent through the thin material of my silk blouse and my lace bra. My lips parted to release a gasp. A rush of another origin surged through me, making my blinking slow and heating my body with a pleasurable electricity. “I’m on the pill,” I finally managed to say.

  “Good. I’m careful. And I’ve never done this with another woman.” He began to stroke the back of my head as he teased me, closing in to kiss me but never allowing our lips to meet. “But I need to do this with you. Believe me, I’m very responsible about being tested and I take this very seriously, as should you.” Preparing to kneel in front of me, his hands slipped down the curves of my body until he was on his knees. He cupped my ass and immediately licked and sucked my clit.

  “Elias,” I nearly shouted, responding to his touch instantly. Shaking so severely, I could barely stand, I came right then and there. He didn’t stop until the pleasure waned and I was whimpering his name.

  As he stood upright, he lifted me until my feet no longer touched the ground. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, kissing him fervently. My kisses bled with gratitude, thankful he finally released me from my self-imposed agony. It was worth foregoing my strong-will to feel what I had seconds earlier. I knew that had I been asked again, I would’ve done it without a second thought.

  He carried me back to the cashier’s desk, setting me down on top of it. Receiving my kisses, he reciprocated with an intensity that stole my breath and satisfied my hungry mouth. Leisurely, he pulled down his zipper and paused to gaze into my eyes.

  Holding my head steady in both of his hands, he flexed his hips and urged his cock inside me, giving me all of him. My pelvis arced toward him, pulling him in deeper. I held him tighter, trembling with an overwhelming sense of yearning.

  With our eyes locked on one another, he began to rock, slow and steady. My hips bucked at a hurried pace, guiding him to go faster. I was met with his harsh grip on my hips, pushing me back to remain still. His hands slipped up my body and found their way to my neck. Wrapping his hands tightly around my neck, he restrained my breathing just enough to make me labor for breath.

  “I’m fucking you, minha querida, not the other way around. Don’t move unless I tell you to.” He fucked me harder, his thrusts making the desk shudder and struggle with his increasingly hard and violent movements. I could barely move, every time I did, his grip on my neck would become tighter.

  My eyes watered as the feeling overloaded every nerve. His cock slammed into me, hitting something deep inside me that threw me into euphoria. My body went rigid and when the flood released, he covered my mouth with one hand as the other remained wrapped around my throat, tempering my volume. I shivered violently and spread my arousal all over his groin.

  The climax was unending and like nothing I’d ever felt before. It wrecked me. Completely. I sank against him in exhaustion. The shudders never left my body, nor did the sensation.

  He lifted my chin, looking down at me with a mocking smile. He slowed his movement, carefully withdrawing, only to leave his throbbing head at my open and pushing fully back inside me again. He kept up the steady pace, keeping me at an almost intolerable level of ecstasy. “You made a very pretty mess of my cock.” His eyes shifted down for just a moment to watch his erection disappear and reappear inside me. He sucked my bottom lip, letting it pop on release. “Do you see what being obedient gets you?”

  I nodded excitedly.

  “I want to let you fully into my world. Show me you can handle it.”

  I bobbed my head again as much as I could. Fatigue was beginning to take its hold, making it difficult to keep my eyes open.

  “Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I need you awake for the next six hours. I plan to reward your obedience and ease your suffering every minute of those six hours in every inch of this store.”

  I CLUTCHED THE pillow tightly underneath me while I tried to catch my breath. Drenched with sweat that accented every cut and peak of his beautiful body, he looked down at me in a way that made me giddy. His bed welcomed me, soothing my sore leg muscles and aching back.

  “Need a break?” With a grin, he swayed his mouth against my lips.

  His reward lasted more than six hours and with the store close to reopening again, he decided to take me to a less public place—his house—to finish what he started.

  Nodding, I glanced at my phone on the nightstand. My phone lit up and vibrated again; the name “Dad” splayed across the screen. It would be his dozenth unanswered call of the night.

  Elias pushed upward, holding himself above me by the strength of his arms. He leaned down, caressing my mouth fully with his soft, warm lips. “You’re with me now. Nothing else matters other than the two people in this room and what they can make each other feel.”

  I embraced his head. “He might come over here if I don’t respond soon.”

  “Let him. You’ll finally get your wish for us to meet. Stay with me for more than a weekend.”

  I blinked as though it would help me to understand. His intermittent kisses succeeded in making it impossible to concentrate. “You mean…live with you?”

  He smiled. “Yes, Hanley, I mean live with me.”

  Stunned, I wasn’t sure what to say. “I can’t do that.”

  “Why? Because you think he can’t function without you? You’re a crutch to a man without a broken limb.”

  “Recalling what I saw when I met your mother, aren’t you the blackest kettle?”

  He froze for a second and propelled himself off the bed. Standing at the cracked open window, the cool wind rushed in, drying the sweat from his naked body.

  I pulled the sheet up over my nudeness and stepped over to the window at his side. I rested my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around the enviable curve of his waist. “I feel like I’m his last hope. I’m all he has. Even if I’m starting to question—” I have to believe in my memories and know that he would never prey on them or lie to me.

  “Good,” he stated with self-satisfaction. “Question him. Our parents aren't indomitable, all-knowing, faultless beings. Most of us understand that when we see them fail. You still look at your father with the eyes of a child.”

  “I look at a lot of things with the eyes of a child. My memories. My past.”

  “Stop. And yes it’s that simple, Hanley. He’s stunting your growth and preventing you from being the woman you could be by smothering you. His
misery is an airborne virus. Once you leave, he will stop making you sick with his sadness—with the memories you want to get past.” He lifted my hands from his waist and kissed my knuckles. “What do you want, Hanley?”

  “I’ve been so stuck on the things he wants—there are a lot of things he wanted that I didn’t. I’ve done what he asked me to do before, even though I wasn’t comfortable with the outcome and it almost destroyed us. At first, it was what I wanted—to help. But, as time goes by, I’m starting to see I’m missing out on a life I could have—could’ve had if I focused on what I wanted, instead of giving him what he wants.”

  “What do you want the most?”

  “Being with you makes me happy,” I replied. “I didn’t know how much being with him and inside that house weighed on me. Being with you makes me realize it. That’s my answer. I want to feel weightless.”

  “Tomorrow, get your things and bring them here.”

  “We don’t have to rush. I really should be out on my own before I think about moving in with you.”

  “Now that you’re with me…that’s no longer an option for you.”

  I lifted a brow. “Does that mean what I think it does?”

  “We’re not going to discuss it, remember?”

  “You know by saying that, you’re admitting to what I suspected.”

  Holding firmly to his inexpressiveness, he simply blinked at me. “And what did you suspect?” His delivery and lack of emotion alarmed me. It was gone quickly, making room for the man who had a way of making me feel like I was the only one who existed in his grand world.

  “What about you?” I questioned with a frown. “Will you stop being the scary possessive control freak you’ve become a little too much lately?”

  His eyes smiled as he held my head. “I won’t promise you something I can’t do. I won’t stop being that way over you.”

  “Can you try?”

  “Make me believe I can trust you and I’ll try.” He drew me close and kissed me. “The intermission is over.” He scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to the bed.