by Melody Anne
Elena was sliding down in her seat, her legs spreading without her even thinking about it. She didn’t want to put on this show for him, but her core was so hot, so tight, so sensitive as she squirmed in the seat, her fingers unintentionally rubbing along her thigh.
“You are so stunning, Elena, with your cheeks flushed and your body aching for my touch. You respond perfectly to me. Prove to me that you are mine, that you will obey when I want something.”
Elena found herself helpless to fight him any longer. Her fingers slid a little more under her dress as she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat as she let his words wash over her.
“Open your legs, Elena. I want to see your desire for me.”
Her body was hot, and she felt the last of her resistance fade as she spread her thighs, the satin from her dress still obscuring his view. She wanted his hands on her and she knew the only way to get that was to do what he demanded.
“Pull up your dress, open yourself to me,” he told her.
She found herself lifting from the seat as she pulled the dress up to her hips, then pushed the fabric to the side, only her small piece of black lace obscuring his view of her wet center.
“Very good, Elena. You’re doing so good,” he praised. The smooth velvet of his voice washed over her, heightening her arousal that much more. “Pull the top of the dress down. I want to see your peaked nipples beneath the lace of your bra.”
She didn’t hesitate as she reached up and tugged on the satin covering her breasts. She felt the air hit the top of them, wishing she hadn’t worn the strapless bra. She wanted nothing but air to touch her skin before his mouth moistened it.
“Open your legs farther. That’s good. Damn, you are so beautiful,” he said almost reverently.
She opened herself even farther for him, glowing at his praise. Right in that moment, she was his to do with as he pleased. She was his willing slave, and she was too aroused to be the least bit ashamed of it.
Her breathing deepened as she thought about what he was seeing — her spread out and open to him. What was going through his mind? Was he as turned on as she was?
Impossible.
With her eyes closed she didn’t know he’d moved until she felt his fingers lightly brush the top of her breasts before moving over the lace of her bra and rubbing her nipples. The sensation nearly made her come right there; she was so excited.
When he squeezed her breasts, she didn’t even try to withhold her moan of pleasure. The ache in her core intensified, and she hoped his game was over, hoped he would move his hand down her body and give her the relief she so desperately wanted.
He took one of her hands in his and pressed her own fingers against her bra, then squeezed, making her cup her own breast. Then he pulled down her bra, making her breasts pop out above it, her palm still there, suddenly touching flesh.
She was surprised how hard her nipples were against her palm. She shouldn’t have been. As turned on as she was, her body was in full arousal. But she didn’t touch herself, not ever, so she didn’t know it as well as he did.
“See how much you love this, Elena, how aroused it makes you to follow my orders. Don’t fight me anymore. Just do what I ask without thinking, and I promise you a multitude of orgasms tonight. You will feel more pleasure than you could’ve ever imagined possible,” he told her.
“Yes, Dalton.” Her voice was husky and weak; she didn’t care.
“Lean back a little more. That’s a good girl. Now squeeze your nipple between your fingers with that hand while you take your other and rub your thigh all the way to the top of your panties.”
She did what he said, all the while feeling his hot breath against her ear while she rubbed her scorched skin. Her nipples were so sensitive, the slightest pressure of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
“I’m so hard right now, all I can think about is sinking deep inside you, Elena,” he said before his tongue traced the edge of her ear. She wanted to pull that tongue to where she really wanted it.
When his fingers grasped the edge of her panties, her entire body jolted. She lifted up, expecting him to pull them down, but with a slight tug, he shredded the lace and they fell away, leaving her completely bare to him.
“I need you to push your finger inside yourself, Elena. I need to know how wet and tight you are, if you really do want me to bury myself within you, to make you scream out my name while I plunge in and out of your heat.”
Elena found herself complying, found her fingers rubbing the outside of her core, her arousal making the area wet and hot. Spreading her legs even more, she now felt no shame at how open to him she was.
Without further prompting she pushed a finger inside, her flesh clamping around it as her body sought sweet relief. She moaned when she felt his fingers on her thigh, squeezing while she slid her finger in and out of her body.
Then without more prompting, she added another finger and buried them deep before pulling them out and rubbing them against her throbbing swollen nub, needing release.
She moaned as he kissed her shoulder before clamping his teeth to her flesh as his hand tightened on her thigh.
“Please, Dalton. I need . . .” She trailed off on a moan as she drew closer and closer to release.
“Don’t come yet, Elena,” he warned. “Your pleasure is mine to control. Keep rubbing yourself, bringing yourself closer, but don’t go over the edge,” he told her.
Elena didn’t know if she could hold out. She certainly knew she didn’t want to.
“Please, Dalton . . .” she groaned.
“Please what?” he said in a knowing voice.
“I need you inside me, Dalton. Please.” She wasn’t above begging. She was ready to straddle him right there on the seat.
His fingers joined hers, one of his slipping inside with hers, and Elena almost defied him and came right there. He bit down harder on her shoulder, as if he knew exactly what was going on.
She tried focusing on the pain of his bite while he pumped his finger alongside hers, burying it deep inside her before pulling out and rubbing along her swollen flesh, screaming for release.
Then he took her hand and pulled it away from her slick folds, making her whimper as she tried to push it back. Just a few more swipes and she would fall over the edge. She wanted to do it with him, but at this point, she’d settle for anything. Her skin was on fire and she needed to complete what he’d started.
Elena opened her eyes and found his dark gaze staring back at her; she was ready to reach out and take the initiative, grab his thick hair and pull him to her. But his lips quirked the tiniest bit as he began straightening her clothing, covering up what she’d uncovered.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.
“It’s time to go inside. We’ll finish there,” he told her.
He opened the limo door and Elena was shocked to see they were home. She hadn’t been focused on anything other than Dalton and their intimate space in the back of the limo. She’d forgot about Lincoln driving, forgot anything and everything other than Dalton.
He shocked her when he pulled her from the car, then lifted her into his arms and made his way to the house. She was grateful for the assist though, as her legs were shaky, and she didn’t think she’d be capable of walking.
When they reached his den, he set her on her feet, letting her slide down his body, sparking every nerve ending she had. Spinning her around, his hand splayed on her stomach as he pulled her back against him, his arousal pressed against the softness of her backside while his fingers grazed the underside of her breast.
She moaned as her head fell back to rest against his chest. She needed to be naked, needed to be in his arms so he could do all those wonderful things he’d promised. Biting her lip to prevent her from begging, she enjoyed for the moment just having him pressed against h
er. He ran his hands up over her covered breasts, squeezing them and making her whimper.
“I can make you come with nothing more than words. I own your passion. I demand your trust. Give yourself over to me fully right here, right now,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled down the top of her dress then squeezed her through her bra.
Backing the two of them up, he sat, her cradled against his thickness as he pushed himself upward. There were too many clothes in the way. She wanted to rip them to shreds.
He pushed her off him, nearly making her stumble as she stood, and slowly turned her around to face him; she wondering what he was doing.
“Strip your clothes off, Elena. Every single inch.”
Not pausing for even a moment, Elena reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it slide to the floor before she unclasped her bra and let it pile on top of her beautiful dress.
She then stood before him in nothing more than stockings and her heels. She stepped forward and placed her foot between his legs on the edge of the couch, her toes close to his straining thickness.
Bending down, she undid the strap on her heel, before kicking it aside and lifting the other foot to the same spot and removing the other shoe. Putting her foot back in place, she leaned forward, letting her naked breasts spill forward as she began slowly removing her stockings.
When she was finished, she stood between his spread legs, her body bare to him as she waited for his next instruction. If she climbed onto his lap like she so desperately wanted to, he would punish her by making her wait longer.
He had to be the one in control. This was his way of inserting his dominance, and if she wanted a happy ending, she would be his puppet. She would be anything he wanted right now.
“Turn around.”
Elena did as asked, then he was behind her, his clothes pressing against her naked flesh. Reaching down, his fingers slid along her spine before trailing down the curve of her ass before reaching between her thighs and slipping inside her.
Her knees trembled as she stood in front of him, so vulnerable and needy.
His hands gripped her hips before sliding around and running up her quivering stomach, reaching over her breasts and holding their weight in his hands, he kissed the back of her neck before sucking the sensitive skin.
“I love you hot and turned on,” he said before dropping to his knees and kissing her spine all the way to the small of her back, making her skin tremble.
His lips moved across the orbs of her ass before he licked the top of her thighs while pushing her legs apart and running his tongue along her quivering flesh.
“Turn around.”
She nearly felt whiplash, she turned so quickly, and then he was even with the part of her she wanted him to taste so badly.
“I can feel your heat, smell your arousal,” he said with a moan before he ran his hands up her stomach again and squeezed her breasts.
She wanted to lie down. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to stand before him as weak as she felt. But she simply reached out and gripped his shoulders, letting him be her anchor in this storm of desire.
Dalton leaned forward and ran his tongue along the seam of her opening before spreading her completely open and feasting on her throbbing nub, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue flicked over it.
Any and all thoughts escaped Elena’s mind as his tongue devoured her, his fingers dancing on her skin while he expertly began sending her over the edge of total bliss. He grew rougher and more demanding as he pushed her legs farther apart and slid his tongue inside, making her knees give out as she leaned heavily into him.
Gripping his head, she pulled him to her, feeling no shame as he continued teasing and tasting her, moving his fingers to her backside and squeezing the flesh hard as he lost himself in her. But each time she was about to fall over the edge, he backed off, making her feel as if she were going insane.
“Please, Dalton . . . I need . . .”
She didn’t even know what she needed. She needed release, but she needed him buried inside her. She wanted his tongue and lips to continue to devour her core, but she also wanted them on her breasts and lips.
Her entire body was one big erogenous zone, and she wanted him all over it. She also wanted to touch and taste him, to bring him the same pleasure he was so perfectly giving her.
When he pulled back, his lips were red and glistening with her pleasure; he was the sexiest man she had ever seen. He was her world, her everything, and she was bound to him in ways she knew she could never be released from.
And she didn’t care.
“Please . . . I want you inside me,” she panted.
He licked his lips, sending an instant volt of electricity through her as he stood and took a step back. Elena nearly toppled over with him not supporting her. But then he began stripping his clothes away, and she devoured his body with her eyes.
He was thick and erect, so solid, so strong and big, and for this moment at least, he was all hers. He would sink inside her, and they would be one. Instead of grabbing her, he moved back over to the couch, his legs slightly spread as his thickness stood up tall and proud.
She bit her lip as she felt saliva building in her mouth with her need to lick and suck him as he’d done for her. He was delicious and perfect and she wanted it all.
“Come here, Elena. I want you on top of me,” he said.
She took her first step, her legs nearly buckling, and then she fell into him as she landed on his lap. His hands instantly reached around her as he pulled her tightly against his chest, her nipples getting teased by his hot skin as his thickness rested between her legs. She wiggled on top of him, trying to push him inside her, but he gripped her hips and held her steady as he looked into her eyes — his wild and out of control.
Only in the bedroom did she see his iron clad will begin to shake the slightest bit when he lost some of his control. She wanted to make him lose all of it.
Dalton took one hand and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her forward as he finally latched their mouths together, his tongue thrusting inside while at the same time, he pulled her hip up, and then surged their bodies together, making her cry out against his lips.
Elena knew the moment Dalton was done playing. His focus shifted as his lips grew more demanding and his thrusts grew deeper and harder. Elena moved with him, pushing her body down hard on his as his fingers pushed into the tender flesh of her ass.
She was already so worked up that it didn’t take long for her body to give in to what it wanted. With a scream, she wrenched her mouth from his, and her hot core tightened around his thick shaft, and she shook in his arms.
Dalton let out a groan as she felt his pleasure shooting up inside her as he pulsed strongly inside.
He leaned back into the couch and she collapsed against his chest, both their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Elena didn’t think she was ever going to be able to move again, much less have the strength to climb off him.
The entire night had been about seduction, and she was weak from it. But as he began to twitch inside her, still hard, still buried deep, she felt a stirring. She leaned back and looked at him in surprise.
“I want more,” he said as he stood with her still in his lap. The motion pulled him from her, and she sighed her displeasure.
But he carried her off to his room and then proceeded to show her exactly how much she could take — and give. When she passed out sometime in the early morning of the next day, she slept like the dead — with Dalton by her side.
Chapter Sixteen
Elena knew her relationship with Dalton had changed. It wasn’t something either of them discussed, but there was definitely a shift. Slowly over the next few weeks, she found herself sleeping in his room more than her own.
He never said anything, but after they would have sex — sometimes it almost fe
lt like making love — he would pull her into his arms where she would fall asleep. She was amazed when she would wake up in his bed the next day.
He never was there. Dalton didn’t sleep a lot. That was something she knew about him. The man was lucky to get more than four hours a night. Elena loved sleep. It was the time when she was at complete rest.
Even her dreams had become less and less confusing and frightening. Sometimes she didn’t dream at all. But the closer she got to Dalton, the more at ease she felt in her own skin.
Her memories came back a little bit more each day. Some things were very subtle, and others were pretty traumatic. The memories of her brother hurt Elena more than she wanted to admit even to herself.
In the early days when she’d been held prisoner in this house, she remembered dreaming of a young boy, and she remembered waking up so sad, wanting to be with this child she couldn’t quite remember.
And now that she knew he was her brother, and she technically had her freedom, it tore her apart to not see him. But her mother had seen her, had looked at her only with fear and had turned her back on her and walked away.
How was Elena supposed to move forward with her life when she had nowhere to go?
What was worse was knowing she had grown attached to Dalton. Even though he allowed her to sleep in his bed, and sometimes even showed her kindness, that wasn’t who he was.
If he slipped and was too affectionate, the next time he took her to his bedroom, he was rougher and more demanding. It was as if he was ensuring that she knew he was the one in charge, knew that she was nothing more than a good time. And more importantly, knew that she was replaceable any time he felt like it.
Things were better for Elena, but they were far from perfect.
The more Dalton put her in her place, the more Elena wanted to push back, wanted to make her presence known, wanted to be more a part of his life than just his willing sex slave.
Still, she went about her days doing the best she could while trying to figure out where her relationship with the man was going. She might never know the answer.