Eli

by Shaw Montgomery

  Before Houston could say anything, however, Reece glanced at us both, snuggling back into Houston’s embrace. “I still think you’ve both been invaded by aliens.”

  Eli started to laugh, but it got stuck in his throat and turned into a moan as it jostled the plug. “We told you that we talked and came to an understanding.”

  Shifting my leg so my thigh would brush against the plug, I made Eli moan again. “See, we’ve learned how to communicate very effectively.”

  Houston chuckled. “At least it doesn’t look like there will be cum on my desk.”

  Grinning, I turned to Reece, trying to look innocent. “Eli said you made cobbler. If that’s what I’ve been smelling from the kitchen, I can’t wait for a piece.” Letting my fingers trail up Eli’s thigh just high enough to give him sexy ideas, I gave Eli a smile. “You want to stay for dessert, don’t you?”

  Eli groaned and slouched back against me, which only made the sensation running through him worse, if the sexy sounds were any indication. “Be a good boy.”

  That didn’t help any, either.

  Darn.

  Chapter 16

  Eli

  Exquisite. Fucking. Torture.

  By the time we were halfway home, I was cursing the fact that I hadn’t driving my own car and that Roman had such a wicked streak. He was positively evil, and his constant reminders about being good, with his lingering touches, were maddening.

  It was perfect.

  “Spread your legs, Brat.” His rough voice cut through the fantasies that were weaving their way through me. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kill him or bend over so he could fuck me, so the mix of crazy that was running through my head was interesting.

  Disobeying wasn’t an option, though.

  “Yes, Sir.” Opening my legs, I loved the flood of desperation and submission that flowed through me. Knowing that I was just there for his pleasure…knowing that he wanted me to be good for him and then he would fuck me sent dirty images flooding through my mind.

  Roman’s fingers slid over my thigh and down below my hard cock. He teased and caressed my balls before going lower and pressing against the plug. “There it is. Still keeping you nice and ready for me.”

  The way it wiggled as he fingered it made it hard to breathe, and I closed my eyes, pressing my head against the seat while trying to be still. The pleasure flooding through me made it almost impossible. Moans and frantic sounds ripped out of me, and my cock throbbed painfully.

  “Tell me the rule, Brat. Are you allowed to come?” His rough voice sent me back to the moment when he’d flicked my cock head, sending lightning through me as Reece and Houston watched, fussing at me for moaning too loud and getting too close to orgasming while he ate his dessert.

  He was wicked, and the terrible way his brain worked was beautiful.

  “I won’t come. I’ll be good.” I had to be good. I wanted to feel him slide deep into me and fuck me so hard I couldn’t think.

  It was getting harder and harder to hold onto that promise, though.

  A promise he was deliberately making difficult with the little touches and the goddamned speed bumps.

  A low moan tore out of me as we hit another of the fucking things. I couldn’t decide if he was taking them too fast or if it was just the way the bump made the plug move, but it made it impossible to think, much less remember why I didn’t want to come.

  It didn’t help that he’d taken the long way back to my house through a series of neighborhoods with dozens of the blasted things.

  By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was shaking, and random pleas were escaping that I couldn’t hold back. Roman kept chuckling and reminding me to be good. When I’d lost control for a moment and tried to push my ass harder against his hand, it earned my dick another swat and a threat that if I didn’t behave, he’d go around and do the speed bumps again.

  Fuck.

  He was an evil, wicked, perfect Dom…How had I not seen it before?

  As the garage door opened and he parked the car, I wasn’t sure I was in any shape to walk up the stairs to the house, much less the bedroom. When Roman climbed out of the car, I just slumped back against the seat, taking long, deep breaths to try and work up the energy to move.

  All I wanted to do was orgasm and then sleep for a million years. It seemed like I’d been hard for hours, and every muscle twitched and ached like I’d run a marathon. When Roman opened the door and crouched down beside me, I could see the heat from his eyes.

  “You did such a good job, Brat. Have you learned your lesson?”

  Fuck.

  What was I supposed to have remembered?

  “I’ll be good. I’ll listen.” I had no idea what I’d done but knowing me, I’d pushed something too far or just disobeyed. A promise to be good was all I could think to say.

  Roman smiled wickedly but nodded, probably guessing I was too gone to figure anything out. So I tried again to give him the answer he wanted. “I’ll be good, Sir.”

  Fuck.

  Maybe if I said it enough he’d shove his cock deep into me and finally let me come. I was hovering just outside of subspace in the needy, desperate realm where I wanted to submit, but I also wanted to beg to come.

  Being good was hard.

  And Roman wasn’t trying to make it any easier. He leaned into the car, resting a hand high on my leg, and took my mouth in a heated kiss. By the time he pulled back, his hand was cupping my cock.

  “My brat’s still hard. That’s my good boy.” Roman’s fingers teased at the head of my dick, sending fireworks up my spine.

  The pleasure made me squirm, which nudged the plug and started the whole process over again…each time sending me higher and making it almost impossible for me to think. Roman’s voice was thick with desire when he pulled his hand away, but nothing he felt could come close to matching my desperation.

  “So sexy when you’re so needy, Brat.” Straightening, he took my hand as he stood. “Come on, I don’t think I want to wait anymore to make love to you.”

  My legs didn’t want to work, and the way my butt rubbed against the seat as I moved only made my knees weaker. Roman loved it. The delight and arousal in his voice were clear. “I’ve been hard for hours, knowing how sexy your ass looks with the toy and your red bottom from the spanking.”

  Fuck.

  He’d been hard for hours?

  Before my brain could work enough to make a smart-ass remark that would only get me in trouble, I was saved by the moan that echoed through the garage as I stood. The sudden shift had sparks shooting off in me, and I almost came.

  Knees shaking, it took more willpower than I’d thought I had to keep from coming. Roman’s hands came around me, but his idea of helping was to press my body tightly against his. It put his cock precariously close to mine, which only made it harder to focus.

  “My needy brat. It’s going to feel so good when I slide into you, isn’t it?” Roman’s words sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to spread you out and tie you to the bed, then I’m going to suck on that sexy dick of yours, and if you’re very good, I’ll slide out the plug and fuck you with my tongue.”

  It was sexy.

  It was insane.

  It was more than I could handle.

  My hips thrust forward, and I started grinding myself against him. Roman’s hand came down on my ass, but the flash of pain only made it more perfect. “Please…please…Sir…”

  “Naughty brat.” One hand moved to pin me to his body so I couldn’t thrust against him, and his other spanked my still-tender ass. “Do you get to play with yourself like that?”

  “No, but—”

  Roman’s voice cut through my desperate pleas. “No excuse. You know better than that. I think I’m going to have to remind you who controls your pleasure.”

  Fuck.

  “I’m sorry, please let me come. I was so good earlier. I took my punishment, and I was so good. And—” I’d have kept going, but the touch of his lips to mi
ne silenced me.

  As he kissed me, some of the panic receded, but the knowledge I’d disobeyed frustrated me. I’d been within seconds of being fucked. When he pulled back, I expected to hear his punishment, and the declaration that I wouldn’t get to come.

  He constantly surprised me.

  “You did take your punishment well, and I can feel how needy you are, so I’m going to let you come. But you’re not getting out of your punishment, do you understand?” Roman’s heated gaze never left my face, and I could see that the thought of punishing me turned him on, but I couldn’t deny that it made my cock even harder to imagine what he was going to do to me.

  “Yes, Sir.” The words came out shaky, and I could hear the desire echoing in my voice, but I knew I deserved it…and I knew I wanted it.

  The curse of being a brat.

  “I was going to take you upstairs and make love to you, but now I don’t think you deserve that, Brat.” The words should have made me nervous, but the look on his face made my knees weak, and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do.

  I knew one day he’d make love to me slowly and tenderly; it just might take us a while to get the explosive need under control long enough. There was no rush, though. As I’d gotten to know him better and seen more of who he really was, seeing us together in the long run had become easier.

  Roman wasn’t going to fuck and run.

  He might drive me crazy and push me to the edge, but he was going to be there while I shattered and hold me while the pieces came together again.

  As Roman started walking us toward the door, I thought he was going to make me walk all the way upstairs, and I wasn’t sure if my legs would take me that far. The way the plug rubbed against my prostate and the way his hands wandered over my ass made it almost impossible to take even a few steps.

  I’d orgasm all over the stairs, if I even managed to make it that far.

  Roman either decided to take it easy on me or he was too turned on to wait as well, because after he ran a hand over the hood of the car, I found myself chest down against the paint with my ass in the air. His hands palmed my cheeks and all I could do was moan.

  “Let me see that sexy ass.” Not arching out fast enough had him smacking it again.

  “That’s better.” The soothing, pleased tone had me almost purring. Spanking or not, he was my Dom. And making him happy sent almost as much pleasure through me as the plug had.

  When he reached around my hips and unbuttoned my pants, all I could do was moan and whine. I didn’t care what he did or how he did it, I just wanted to be fucked and to come. The nagging worry about my punishment only added spice to the already erotic encounter.

  The dirty air of the garage made me feel naughty as he shoved my pants down and bared my ass. Did he know how much it would turn me on, or was it simply his fantasy? The idea that he was doing it simply because it got him off made my cock jerk and start leaking precum on the concrete floor.

  Fuck.

  I was so caught up in the fantasy and in the need that I didn’t even think about a condom and lube until I heard the sound of another little packet being opened. I wasn’t sure if he was a Boy Scout in a former life, or just overconfident, but I was glad he’d gone to dinner prepared.

  The plug slid out of me in one smooth motion that had a whine escaping. I wasn’t empty for long, though. As soon as the toy was gone, Roman’s finger entered me, and it wasn’t long before it was two and then three fingers.

  All I could do was writhe as I desperately tried to keep myself from fucking back onto him. Roman kept up a flood of dirty words, telling me how tight my ass was and about how good it was going to feel when he fucked me…every wicked syllable was simply designed to send me higher.

  When his fingers pulled out, there was a moment’s relief from the beautiful stretch, but it didn’t take long for the aching need to crash back over me again. I wanted the burn as he shoved his cock into me. I wanted to feel full and know that he was using me for his pleasure. I wanted to feel taken and claimed as he pounded into me.

  Roman’s cock pressed against my hole, and before I could even breathe, he’d bottomed out in me, fucking all the air from my lungs. It was incredible. It was just enough pain to make it even more perfect, and the way his cock rubbed over my prostate had me crying out so loud I knew my neighbors would hear.

  He only waited a moment for me to adjust before he started moving again, thrusting into me in an almost punishing rhythm that had me moaning and babbling out all kinds of crazy things. I wasn’t some fragile doll in panties that was just to look at. He merely shoved the silken fabric aside and fucked me like he owned me.

  I was his, and he knew it.

  As the pleasure started to build, everything grew hazy around the edges and the only thing that kept me from sinking away was the occasional slap to my ass and the feel of his cock caressing my prostate.

  Eventually, all I could do was shake and arch my ass up, desperately pleading for more. My words wouldn’t work and everything was narrowing down to just the pleasure racing through me. When he finally spoke the word I’d been craving for hours, I almost missed it.

  “Now, Brat.” His hand came down on my ass again, and he changed his angle just enough to peg my prostate with his cock, sending me flying.

  My orgasm crashed over me and all I could do was lie on the warm car and shake as he kept up the insane waves of pleasure. Every thrust sent me higher until there was nothing but his dick inside me and the sensation that was whirling through me.

  When it finally started to recede, I felt Roman’s thrusts falter and I knew he was coming. He was the type of Dom who’d want to mark me, and I knew eventually I’d be taken out to dinner with his cum plugged deep inside me. But the thought of tests and discussions was pushed to the back burner as his almost punishing grip turned tender, and his hands started rubbing long, soothing strokes up my back.

  His cock finally eased out of me, and I was too tired to even move. Roman leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

  Roman stepped away with one last caress, and I heard the car door open, the dinging noise distracting enough to pull me away from my stupor. When the car jostled, I finally sighed and opened one eye. The goof was getting napkins out of the glove compartment.

  When he had the condom off, he came back over to me, and unfortunately, wanted me to function. We needed a futon out here or something if he wanted to have garage sex more often…and tissues.

  “Come here, Brat, let’s get you upstairs.” Roman’s soothing words made me frown. Probably not the reaction he was expecting.

  “I’m tired. I don’t want to walk.” Pouting, I sighed as he ignored me and started straightening my clothes. When he had me dressed enough that I could walk without tripping over my pants, he started moving us toward the stairs.

  “But the bedroom is so far away.” Why did I have such a big house?

  “But if you walk upstairs like a good boy, I’ll help you get undressed and tuck you in.”

  “But it’s not late enough to go to bed.” It might have been, but I wasn’t sure. The pleasure had kept me from really grasping how much time had passed.

  Roman chuckled and put a hand on my back as he walked us up the stairs. “It’s late enough for us to lie down and cuddle.”

  I would have complained, I had a great comeback about being too young to just cuddle, but I yawned instead, ruining it.

  Damn it.

  “Yup, you’re tired.”

  “I’m not tired.” And that sounded like a whiny kid who needed a nap.

  Damn it.

  Finally making it to the bedroom, I waited, still pouting, while Roman started stripping off my clothes. Smiling, he kissed my forehead, not worried about my drama. “Do you want a shower?”

  “Maybe later.” The bed wasn’t sounding that bad anymore.

  “Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” He looked earnest, but he didn’t sound like he believed me.

 
Complaining was a lot of work, though, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to expend the effort. Once I was naked, Roman walked me over to the bed and tucked me in. Leaning back into the comfort of my pillows, I gave him a long look. I was not going to be the only one in bed.

  He grinned and started stripping off his clothes before climbing in with me. Wrapping himself around me, I expected him to say something sweet or loving. Nope.

  “Before you go to bed, we’re going to start your punishment, Brat.” He said it like he was talking about something romantic.

  I wasn’t smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

  “What kind of punishment?”

  I was a moron.

  Roman’s hand came down to rest on my still-soft cock. “How do you think your panties will look with a cock cage under them?”

  Chapter 17

  Roman

  “I’m still not sure this is a good idea.” Looking in the mirror at where Eli was lounging on my bed, I straightened my tie.

  “You’re right.” He frowned at me, but it was ruined by the drama queen sound in his voice. “That tie is overkill, definitely a bad idea.”

  “Hey, I look good in this suit, and this is an expensive tie.” It wasn’t too fancy but gave the impression that I was taking the meeting seriously.

  Eli groaned and threw himself back on the pillows. “It’s just a meeting with Preston, not the president of a bank or a Fortune 500 company. You are entirely too worked up about this.”

  “Are you asking for a spanking, Brat?”

  Eli was quiet for a moment. “Maybe.”

  “Stressful day?” In the three weeks we’d been seeing each other, I’d learned that he only got that snarky when he was overly tired, bored, or overworked. Sometimes it was a combination of all three.

  “Yes.” He closed his eyes and took a long breath. “Long week. My mother has called three times and won’t take no for an answer about visiting her again. But there just isn’t time.”