Delusive

by Courtney Lane

  My pride decided I didn’t want to shut up and be patient to show him I could be submissive. I stormed up from the table, my chair fell back from the force. I immediately took off the dress and threw it at him. It hit his shoulder and slid down to the floor. “There. Are you happy now? I should’ve come to the table like this and really given you something to complain about.” I put my hands on my hips, standing in front of the entire table topless.

  He rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb continuously, making it redden. He returned my glare with an unrelenting focus. “Excuse yourself from the table, Hanley.”

  Keeping my head held high, I marched up the stairs and slammed the door to the bedroom behind me. I stormed around the room until I found my suitcase and threw it on the bed.

  An invisible pressure halted me. I kicked off my shoes and threw on a sundress that could’ve doubled as a swimming suit cover up. Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my aching temples.

  I glanced at the door, expecting Elias to come marching in to dole out his punishment over me at any minute.

  One hour…two hours passed, but he never came.

  My senses began to return to me when I heard Daniella’s boisterous laughter from the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the pool. The sounds of water splashing around indicated someone was swimming in the pool and having a better time than I was.

  I knew how silly and immature I had been and wanted to apologize, or maybe exchange mutual apologies and end the night on a better note.

  I stepped downstairs to a house much emptier than it was during the party. All the guests had left with the exception of Daniella. The kitchen staff flittered around, busying themselves with the cleanup of the dining and kitchen areas. Jaco and Mateus were in the doorway between the dining and living room. As they shared a few beers, they appeared too deep into their own conversation to notice me.

  I turned to the west end of the house and stepped out onto the back patio. Beside the pool, stood a glass and black wicker dining set that could’ve seated eight. At the edge of the property was a sectional set, containing black wicker sofas and chaise lounges.

  Elias and Daniella were sitting closely together on the chaise lounge. He was in his swim trunks and shirtless. His skin and hair was misted as though he’d just taken a swim. She was in her white bikini bathing suit, dripping wet, as well. Earl sat alone at the head of the dining table with his chair turned toward Elias and Daniella.

  I was confused by the whole scene and wondered why Earl was still conscious, much less without a single scar on his face or body.

  Feeling trepidatious, I stepped forward. “Elias?”

  The terrifying version of Elias was no longer present. Reclining back, he put his arm behind his head; his bicep tensed and bulged as it worked to support his head. He threw a seductive grin my way and lowered his eyes at me. “Are you ready to behave like an adult?”

  There were so many words to say—so many rebuttals—but I couldn’t say a single one. I glanced from an almost catatonic Earl to Daniella, who wouldn’t stop staring at Elias dreamily. “Did you fuck her in the pool while I was upstairs waiting for you?”

  His grin faded and Daniella expelled a shocked gasp. Leisurely, he stood up and plodded toward me. His shoulders were wide and rigid and the look on his face was something between outrage and mischievousness.

  I walked backward, my steps falling unsteadily on the ground when the concrete beneath my feet turned into moisture-slicked grass. With every soft pound of his bare feet against the ground, my heart raced a little faster.

  With barely anywhere left to go, I stopped walking and thought about going back inside the house. Before I could make a decision, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the brick privacy fence adjacent to the lounges.

  “Your question and accusation was very fucking offensive. Of the two of us, I’m not the one who should be distrusted. I have never, and will never fuck around on you. In fact, you should be apologizing to me for embarrassing me in front of a dozen of my closest associates and family members, not digging yourself into a deeper hole.” His fingers grazed my torso, his touch easily felt through the sheer and thin black chiffon dress. “My problem wasn’t the dress. My problem is that you enjoyed his attention, and because you did, you invited it. Showing the entire table your tits further proved my point. Still, here you are, in another dress where I can very clearly see every goddamn thing underneath.”

  “I can’t help that other men are going to look,” I retorted. “It didn’t bother you enough to do anything to Earl about it.”

  “Earl…is going to get his recompense shortly. Trust me on that. But you? You can help it. You can stop dressing like you want to be fucked by every man who passes by you.”

  The anger I held onto and tried to suppress was no longer willing to be tamed. “Lucky for you, your cock and the asshole attached to it is pretty much all that I can handle. You’d have more to worry about if Earl was a woman; an attractive woman.”

  “Is this your truth, Hanley?” He studied me with an intensity that drained my spitfire attitude. “Have I been trying to make you into a decent woman when you’re really just a gold-digging whore who can’t be made to become anything remotely resembling a woman fit to be a queen—my queen?”

  My hand raised and he caught it, slamming it back against the brick. The pain vibrated up my arm, forcing a squeak from deep inside my lungs.

  “I warned you,” he growled through his teeth. My mind became a dubious mess when he began to gently kiss my lips. He slipped a hand down my back and cupped my ass, squeezing it hard enough to hurt me. “Do want to be my dirty bitch?” He nipped at my lips, piercing the sensitive skin. He ran his tongue long-ways up the swell of my bottom lip, lapping up the blood seeping from the cut he made. “Would you like that? For me to treat you like my personal slut? Consider it done.”

  Both of his hands reached up to dwarf my neck. He pushed his body against me and restrained my swallow. He held me tighter, constricting me enough to make me panic for a breath and released me at the perfect moment. He did it again while pushing his groin against me, making sure I could feel his growing erection through his trunks. “I’m going to fuck you like the slut that you are. But right now…you’re going to do something for me.”

  Releasing me, he stepped away and approached Daniella. He reached down and touched her face, pinching her chin between his fingers, and forced her to look at me. The sight of him touching her face like she was his lover made the fire of jealousy burn into my skin. I’d become so upset, my hands quaked in anger.

  “I noticed that women who share your shape tend to catch your eye,” he said to me, keeping his eyes on her. “Does Daniella fit your type? Personally, I think she does.”

  When I didn’t answer, I drew his attention. In an attempt to behave as though his actions left me unaffected, I shrugged at him.

  His head snapped to me and his brows contracted until his eyes were nearly indiscernible. “Do…you…want…to…fuck…her?”

  “Sure, Elias,” I said, matching his anger and calling his bluff. “Why the hell not?”

  Extending his hand down to her, he helped her to stand. With her stilettos clicking against the concrete, she positioned herself beside him and put her hand on her hip. He reached up her back and unsnapped the top of her bathing suit. Her top came down, slipping down to the floor and revealed her perky breasts.

  “Take off your panties, get on the couch, and spread your legs,” he said to her.

  “What are you doing?” I hissed, shaking my head in discontent.

  “Giving you what you want,” he replied with a smug grin. “I told you I wouldn’t try to stifle who you are. Since you recently alluded to me having to worry about a woman hitting on you, wanting to be with you, and you just told me you do want to fuck Daniella, I’m giving you the chance to do exactly what you want. It’s the least I can do before I do what I promised. Because when I’m done with you”—he paused to smile in
contempt—“sex will be the last fucking thing on your mind. Your pussy and ass will be so sore, you’ll wish you never made the choice to fuck with me.”

  Daniella did as asked, confidently sitting on the lounge. She spread her legs, revealing her bare pussy to me. I looked at Earl, but he seemed completely paralyzed. The only thing that moved were his eyes. He stared at his wife and the grip he had on whatever he was drinking became white-knuckle intense.

  Placing his hand in the air, Elias gesticulated for me to come closer to him…and her.

  My heart pounded painfully in my chest, my moves were stiff with apprehension. With my attention glued to him, I did exactly what he didn’t expect me to do.

  Retrieving a pillow from the lounge, I went down on my knees and put it underneath me. The heat between her legs rushed at my mouth. Using my fingers to open her, I slowly licked around her wet nub. She quivered underneath me and reached up to palm her breasts. The more my tongue whirled around her soft wet clit, the more her body began to respond.

  With a loud moan, she craned her neck and rocked her hips, gyrating her pussy against my face. Slipping my fingers inside her wet warmth, I curled my index and middle finger up to rub against the textured area inside of her. I began to suck on her clit with my tongue flicking back and forth against the swelling nub.

  She fell apart, thrashing and rocking wildly against my mouth.

  Elias grabbed her hair, making her look up at him. Having trouble keeping her eyes open to look up at Elias when she was made to, she squinted up at him. “She knows what she’s doing, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes,” Daniella groaned, shutting her eyes tightly. “She’s going to make me come so hard.” Her hips rocked violently against my mouth, forcing me to hold on to her thighs to keep her steady.

  “Is she better than your husband?” Elias asked

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  Her body tensed, falling still. Her pussy pulsated around my fingers.

  “How can you have a hard dick over my girlfriend and somehow have no idea how to please a woman? Do you really think you stand a chance with her? What kind of man covets another man’s girlfriend in his own home?” Elias cocked his head to the side, a terrorizing look settled onto his face. “The same kind of man who fucks fourteen-year-old girls.”

  Earl said nothing, and if he did, I wouldn’t have been able to hear. Daniella came hard, screaming like a banshee. She bucked against my face a little too intensely. I moved my face away, leaving my fingers inside her, plunging in and out of her until she squirted.

  I slowly withdrew from her and sat back on my heels. She fell back on the lounge, panting and convulsing.

  Grabbing the damp towel from beside her, I wiped my mouth and my hand clean of her juices.

  Elias reached for me and propped my chin over his fist. He stared down at me with neither a smile nor a scowl; it was indifference. “Would you like to know why she’s with me?” he posed the question to Earl, clearly without any expectations of an answer. “I’m going to show you how to fuck a whore properly.” He crouched down and yanked up my left hand, placing it on the waistband of his trunks.

  I peeled down the waistband, allowing the shorts to pool around his feet. His cock, half hard, throbbed in my hand when I gripped the shaft. With my eyes locked on his, I slid my mouth around the head and took him as far down my throat as I could stand.

  He rode my mouth, thrusting harshly. He didn’t give me a moment to breathe and made sure he rode me hard enough to irritate my throat and make me gag.

  As I felt an ache in my jaw, he twirled my hair around his fist and snapped my head back. “You’re very good at being a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

  Tired of being called names, I hoarsely snarled at him, “I’m a woman who can make another woman come harder than you can.”

  Sneering, he pulled me up to stand by my hair and not so gently shoved down on my spine, forcing me to hinge at my hips. Without tenderness, he reached underneath my short dress and slid my panties down my legs. I put my palms down on the tempered glass coffee table to steady myself.

  “Daniella,” Elias called, “go into the kitchen and find something wet…and thick.”

  The taps of her heels began to fade in the background while she moved to do as told.

  Leaning down, he pressed his chest against my spine and a hand slipped over my throat. Positioning me, he directed me to stand with my spine curved upright and my legs spread. With his palm pressing against my throat, the other hand moved up my thighs, raking the skin with his nails, leaving marks behind his trail.

  He pumped inside me twice in drawn out, deep strokes before withdrawing. The tinge of electricity he elicited inside my nervous system left me soaring with just enough pleasure to make me want more, but not enough to sate me. He bit my ear and waited. I knew exactly what he wanted to hear, but refused to give in. “If you want to be fucked, beg like a good whore.”

  He drew out his strokes in an agony-inducing pace. He forced me to stare at Earl and beg until my already irritated throat became pained and dry. He gave me his cock again, this time, fucking me so hard I could barely stand. His two-handed grip on my hips ensured I remained right where he wanted me. He slammed hard into me. His groin smacked against my sensitive lips, his balls slapping against my bundle of nerves. His violent sex promised to make me feel the brutality in the morning, as he originally promised. But now, the friction and the sensation of him being inside me—something desired for too long and was taken from me—I felt everything I needed to feel.

  My eyes rolled back. Fuzz clouded my vision. My balance faltered and he caught me, his arm burned in its grip on my torso.

  “Is this cock better than any woman’s fingers in your cunt?” he growled in my ear.

  He pumped into my slippery sex, plunging deeper and harder, disabling my strength with every stroke.

  His words were like daggers, slicing into my confidence and flooding my brain with degradation. He’d said things I’d heard in some form or another before. Things to hurt me while his body made me feel euphoric.

  “If you don’t answer me, I’ll stop.”

  “Yes,” I cried out, tormented and hurt. Wishing he wasn’t so close to making me explode and driving me to say things—whether true or not—I didn’t want to say.

  “And who eats your pussy better than I do?”

  My eyes began to expel water and I jolted with every vicious push of his hips. “N-no one.”

  The grip he had on my body started to bite into my skin. He kept up his pace, his momentum turning me completely pliant, melting me from the inside out with every punishing move from his pelvis. “Who can make you come harder than I can?”

  “No…one,” I nearly squeaked.

  Four hard jagged thrusts sent me over the edge. My sex spasmed around him, my body convulsed as the cold rush knocked out my senses. I expressed my orgasm, loudly, calling out to him louder than Daniella had called out for me.

  He withdrew slightly, the head of his erection throbbed at my slit. The muscles in my legs shook so severely, I couldn’t stand. I fell forward, my hands on the glass table, my knees tucked underneath me when I slipped down to the ground. My sex began to throb, revealing latent pain in the aftermath of my potent orgasm

  Daniella stood in front of me and handed Elias a bottle of oil. He pulled me up by my hair and pushed me on the couch portion of the sectional, stomach down. He opened my legs, allowing one to dangle over the edge and sat on his knees between my legs.

  Tepid oil slid down the cleft of my ass and dripped between my thighs. Tilting his hips back, he grabbed my ass with both hands and spread my cheeks. The head of his cock probed at a hole that had never been touched before.

  Looking over my shoulder at him, I shook my head. “No,” I said breathlessly, wanting out of my mental misery.

  He pinned his hips against me hard, spearing me. The pain and the inability to breathe made tears sting my eyes. Collapsing forward, he put his entire weight ag
ainst my back and placed a hand around my throat. He retracted and flexed his hips again, pushing the sensation of pain to an extreme level.

  His hand pressed against my neck while the other gripped my hair, pulling my head up. I cried out, shivering in agony.

  Never slowing down, he fucked me against the cushions without mercy. “I know I’m giving you more than you can handle.” He bit the lobe of my ear and yanked it. “Show me how weak you are. Beg me to stop.”

  Taking the ripping and searing agony, I gritted through my teeth, “Fuck me harder.”

  My hips were in his hands and he slammed me back down on his cock, forcing me to take more than I thought I could. Daniella flopped on a lounge sectional, spreading her legs in front of me and fingered herself while she watched us.

  I pushed my face fully into the cushion to hide my tears and my expressions of anguish. A loud sob rattled my chest.

  For a reason unknown, he began to relent in his torture. The hand in my hair snaked around my waist and waited. I tilted my hips up, allowing him space to move between the cushion and my pelvis. He reached down finding my slick sex and began to rub between the slit. Building up his speed, he pumped in and out of my ass less harshly than before.

  Closing my eyes, I allowed the fuzzy feeling to confuse my brain and shield me from the torment. The expert manipulation of my clit moved me into another territory. I bit the cushion, whimpering a muffled, “Elias.” I buried my face in the cushions as his cock and his fingers expertly threw me into another mind-numbing peak.

  His panting breath heated my spine as he leaned forward, biting the skin on my shoulder, and stroked rigidly inside of me until liquid warmth filled the part of me he’d completely wrecked. He released me, and I slid down into a huddle on the ground.

  He replaced his trunks and ran a hand up and over his unruly hair, taming it back into place with a casual dispassion, appearing as though he’d just used the urinal.