She knew what he wanted and sank to her knees, waiting.
After setting the mugs of mead safely on her nightstand, and turning on her TV to provide some background noise to cover their activities, he stripped and sat in front of her on the end of the bed.
“Hands behind you,” he whispered.
She complied, clasping her fingers together the way he liked.
Her mouth was already open and ready when he fisted her hair and pulled her all the way onto his cock, which had hardened, throbbing, ready.
The sweet moans rolling from her told him all he needed to know.
This time around, he fucked her mouth, using her hard, giving her the immediate nosedive into subspace that she loved. In the early days together after their first scene, he’d tentatively used her like this until he was convinced yes, she loved it.
Craved it.
There were plenty of times she walked in his door and he grabbed her right there in the entry and fucked a load down her throat before he’d even said hello to her. It always left her a sweetly mushy and pliant lump of submission, eager for more, for anything he wanted to do.
He’d discovered his sadism wasn’t so much in giving her pain, but experimenting to see what made her lose control in the good ways, what took her deepest down the rabbit hole. Lucky for him those deepest needs within her dovetailed with his desire to have full control over her like this.
Drool and tears leaked from her, and still he fucked her face, taking his time, letting it build until his balls ached and he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The last few thrusts he took hard and deep, making her gag as she swallowed and licked and sucked and struggled to handle him. Only after she’d sucked the last pulses of cum from his cock did he ease back, letting her hold his softening cock pressed along her tongue, her eyes focused on him.
Eager.
Ready.
Lit from within by the same fire that burned in his soul for her.
He stroked her hair. “Sir’s good little cocksucker,” he whispered. “My baby girl always makes me so proud.”
Maybe she didn’t even realize how she moaned in the good way over that praise, how her mouth started sucking on his cock again, lightly, her lips pressed around the girth. One night he’d sat on his sofa and watched TV, with her kneeling on a pillow on the floor and his cock in her mouth the whole time, while her hands had been clipped together behind her at her wrist cuffs. Fortunately, he’d put towels under her and him both, because she’d left a puddle under her and had drooled one under him.
She’d come almost immediately when he’d fucked her, too.
He knew when he got her up on the bed now and peeled her panties off her that she’d be wet and ready and so sweetly fuckable.
* * * *
Meredith had completely unplugged from the outside world. Her entire existence consisted of him and his voice, his touch, the warmth of his body.
His cock in her mouth.
Never before had she felt this depth of rapport with someone.
It’d just taken the right man to love her completely.
He snapped his fingers again, holding his hands out, wiggling his fingers for her to take his hands, and he helped her to her feet. She didn’t resist when he pulled the T-shirt up and off her, and tugged her panties down. Now the only things she wore were her day collar bracelet and her engagement ring.
He picked her up and positioned her on the bed, on her back. Elvin stretched out over her, his cock and balls over her mouth.
“You know what I want to hear, baby.” That was the only warning she got before he lowered himself on top of her. Warm breath washed over her clit before his mouth latched on to her and her moans were muffled by his cock in her mouth.
Hooking his arms under and around her thighs allowed him to slip two fingers into her pussy, and she reeeally needed to be muffled. Slowly finger-fucking her, he teased and tormented her, building her up and letting her cool off all while his cock once again hardened in her mouth as he slowly fucked her face.
One night he’d tied her up with her wrist and ankle cuffs and edged her for three hours. Had her in tears begging for anything just to be allowed to come.
Once he’d started letting her come, however, he’d kept her coming until she’d begged to stop.
Everything he did seemed plucked straight from her own darkest desires and needs and perfectly tailored for her.
And she’d never been happier.
She still worked for Leo. She didn’t want to move out of Ron’s and into her own place, and what she made at Leo’s covered her monthly expenses.
Including health insurance.
If things continued on as well as they were between her and Elvin she might end up moving in with him even sooner than she’d planned, but that remained to be seen.
For now, she was happy with the status quo, lacking nothing from him.
Why did I blow up at him?
She couldn’t even remember now. Not really. Of course he wouldn’t be tempted by Keisha. The woman had killed his spirit and nearly destroyed his heart.
Elvin loved her, spent every bit of their time together showing Meredith how he felt about her, and it was perfection.
I’ll never doubt him again.
If she did, she suspected Ron might take an axe to her.
He lifted his face from her pussy, pulling another muffled moan from her and making him chuckle. “What’s the matter, baby? I’m just getting started.” He leaned in and nipped her inner right thigh, then the left, making her squeal. He loved being bitey and she always loved looking in the mirror the next morning at the marks he’d left on her.
He pulled her thighs wider apart and settled his cock deeper in her throat, pinning her even more securely to the bed and driving thought out of her brain. “Settle in, baby. I’m not ready to stop playin’ with you yet.”
Another long moan from her as his tongue slowly swiped along the length of her swollen clit. He’d memorized the landscape of every part of her, knew what to do to get the reaction he sought, be it pain or pleasure or both. She tried to rock her body, hump her hips against him, but his weight pressed her firmly into the mattress and made escape impossible.
At one point he lifted his hips, pulling his cock from her mouth and lowering his sac over it. She eagerly laved her tongue over his balls, sucking one, then the other, back and forth until he took that away from her and replaced it with his cock again.
All the while, his tongue and lips and teeth and fingers drove her nearly insane with need, her cunt throbbing with every teasing stroke, her clit swollen and sensitive.
No, he didn’t have to beat her to drive her into subspace. It was like he had fine-tuned the frequency and could home in on it every damn time.
Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, he sat up. “Yeah, I think that’s good enough to remind you who owns you.” He climbed off her and turned around, kneeling between her legs. She’d gotten him hard again and she knew from experience that, this time, he’d last a while.
His gaze held hers as he lined the head of his cock with her cunt and slowly thrust, just a little, teasing her even more. But he’d draped her legs over his shoulders and held her wrists pinned at her sides, meaning she couldn’t begin to get more traction.
He smiled down at her, evil pleasure twinkling in his eyes. “What’s the matter, baby girl?”
“I need to come, Sir. Please?”
“Nah, not yet. I had to sleep all by myself last night. You had me worried. You can wait your turn. I’m not through with you yet. Apparently I didn’t do a good enough job showing you how much I love you. Need to make sure there’s no doubt in your mind who you belong to.”
Oh…fuck. She was going to be walking bow-legged tomorrow.
And she loved it.
Loved him.
Elvin took his time fucking her, finding the perfect angle for his cock to glide along her clit and her G-spot with every thrust. Just when she thou
ght he would let her get over, he’d slow down again, smiling at her needy and disappointed moans, clamping down on her wrists whenever she tried to tug free.
He’d swoop in for kisses just to smile and lean back to short-stroke the head of his cock inside her pussy, then plunge in deep and hard for a few strokes only to pull back again. The best kind of torture and the best goddamned man to ever love her.
Well, not counting Ron, and he was her brother, so that was different and didn’t count.
“Who you belong to, baby?”
“I belong to you, Sir.”
“Who owns you?”
“You do, Sir.”
“You gonna marry me and trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes, Sir. Please?”
“You beg so pretty when you’re asking for an orgasm. Makes me even harder just watching you squirm, you know that?”
“Please let me come, Sir!”
“Cali invited us to a private party at their house next Saturday,” he said. “You gonna go with me and be my good girl and do everything I ask, exactly how I ask it?”
“Yes, Sir, please!”
“You gonna trust me to do what’s best for us?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Three months,” he said. “In three months, we’re gonna sit down and discuss a wedding date, make sure you still want that with me. You do, then we’re moving you in with me and planning a wedding. You understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you do another disappearing act like this again, you shut your phone off and don’t answer me, I’ll buy one of those chastity belts and lock you in it for a day for every hour you don’t respond to me. I ain’t talking a plane ride or something. I mean you being a brat and shutting down. Got me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“From now on, you arrive at my house, you greet me on your knees, hands behind you. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His gaze narrowed, sexy and dangerous and nearly making her come. “I own you, I own this. No masturbating. You want to come, you come to me and you ask permission. Even if we aren’t spending the night together. Sometimes, I’m going to be mean and make you earn it, or I might say no and make you wait just because I love making you beg. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” she gasped, almost coming from the thought of that, the new levels of control he wanted.
Control she was happy to cede to him.
“Like right now,” he whispered, picking up the pace of his thrusts, harder, deeper, bottoming out with every stroke. “You’d better come before I do, or you’re going to wait until tomorrow morning for a chance to beg for it.”
She fell hard over the edge, Elvin frantically fucking her to catch up and finish with her. She strained against him, every nerve ending sending raw pleasure through her and taking her breath.
When it was over, his fingers were laced through hers and he lay still on top of her, tracing her lips with his tongue.
“Love you, baby.”
She opened her eyes and kissed him. “Love you, Sir.”
His sly smile sent her pulse racing. “I’ll make sure to give you instructions on Saturday for how I want you to dress for the party,” he said.
Gulp. “Yes, Sir.”
“I also expect obedience from my good girl. You’re going to make up for last night. You can still safeword for things we’ve talked about, the bad kind of pain, stuff like that. But you need to trust me.”
She nodded. “I do, Sir.”
They rolled onto their sides, her swaddled in his arms. He quickly fell asleep but she lay there for a while longer, now thinking about the party next weekend.
He would never let anyone else touch her, that much she knew.
And she had told him she wanted to start working on getting comfortable playing in public again, meaning starting small, like at a private party.
Her mind quickly spun up a thousand anxiety-triggering scenarios.
Oh, boy.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The next Saturday, Meri wasn’t sure how she’d make it through this evening as tautly strung as her nerves felt, but she knew one thing—
She trusted Elvin.
Completely.
She was slowly but surely internalizing his loving lessons that his opinion was the only one that mattered—beyond her own—when it came to her appearance. Except she knew her own opinion was frequently flawed and skewed to the negative side of the spectrum.
Meaning she should always default to Elvin’s opinion, because in his eyes she was always beautiful. Elvin had the final say. When she tried to be negative and hard on herself, that was. More correctly, that she wasn’t to feel anxious or conjure up imaginary opinions by others regarding her appearance.
She was to ask him whenever she had a doubt, and take him at face value.
He loved her, as she was, scars and all.
The same way she loved him the way he was, scars and all.
There’d been times, if he overdid yard work, or with weather changes, that they had to spend the evening or night with him either on the sofa or in bed, Meri caring for him.
She didn’t even care when he was grouchy, because it was never directed at her, but at his pain and himself.
In those times, she wielded his own words to her against him, reminding him that this, too, would pass, and he’d eventually feel better.
That he was still her Sir, her rock—lowercase, although, yeah, he was hot like that, too—and definitely the center of her world now.
A tendril of terror shot through her as she realized that he would be stepping things up between them in terms of their play.
Meri knew the private parties meant full-on sexy play could happen. And he’d extracted the simple promise to trust him.
For tonight, he’d picked an outfit for her. The heels—locked on, of course—the plaid skirt, and a different shirt he’d bought for her that week.
He wore a plain, light blue chambray shirt very much like his Sorrellson Academy work shirts.
Close enough it made her wet watching him button it up. He smiled at her in the mirror. “Are you wet already, baby?”
She nodded. He hadn’t let her come last night, instead teasing her, building her up, then fucking a load down her throat and making her wait.
More teasing that morning and afternoon, including him bending her over in the shower earlier and fucking a load of cum straight into her ass.
He even put on a tie, and when he turned from the mirror, she knew that playful, evil smile would always be her undoing.
He crooked a finger at her and she walked over to him. She hadn’t fastened the belt on her trench coat yet. He reached under her skirt and slowly slid two fingers into her pussy, finger-fucking her with them, then pulling them out for her to lick clean.
“My baby wants to earn her orgasms, she’s gonna have to work for them tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“This is the control we talked about before. This is how I like things. My way. I like the thought of keepin’ you so needy and horny that you’re beggin’ to do anything for me.”
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it, too.
Loved it.
Loved him.
They headed out for the party. He’d already put his toybag in the trunk and he carried the casserole dish with their potluck contribution out to the car while she locked up the house. On the way there, he made her sit with her legs spread as wide as she could, even though he didn’t open her trench coat or play with her on the way.
They weren’t the first ones there, but they were early in the evening. After getting settled in and stowing their things in one corner of the living room, Elvin went off in search of Max or Sean.
Cali walked up to her. “So? Let me see it.” Meredith held up her left hand. “That’s beautiful! When’s the big day?”
“We’re going to talk about it in three months.”
“May I hug you?”
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“Sure.” He’d given her permission to decide that for herself, and she was comfortable enough now with Cali and other friends that she no longer felt self-conscious about it.
Elvin rejoined her a few minutes later and she knew even if she asked about his evil grin he wouldn’t give her an answer.
As the evening progressed, they socialized with their friends and watched others scene, Elvin taking great pleasure in teasing her and amping her need to insane levels.
Finally, he caught her hand and led her over to a chair in the corner of the living room, not far from where they’d stowed their things. A large, comfortable stuffed chair with a matching hassock, and she suddenly knew.
This was where he was planning on scening with her.
Sure enough, he grabbed their gear and brought it over, unzipping his bag and pulling something from it.
“You trust me, baby?”
She nodded.
“Need to hear you say it.”
“I trust you, Sir.”
“You ready to earn that orgasm you been wantin’ so badly today?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He held up a blindfold. “I want you to wear this, baby. I want you focused only on me and what I’m doing to you. Understand?”
It was actually…a relief. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
He fastened it on her and then left her standing right there for a moment. She heard him removing things from his bag and getting ready.
Then his arm slipped around her and he turned her, making her step back, turned her again, like he was trying to decide how he wanted her. She focused on him, on his hands, on the sound of his breath, on the warmth of his body washing through her.
The skirt came off first…then the shirt.
Before she could really think about it or process it, she was facedown over the hassock, over a towel he’d placed there, and he started spanking her bare-handed, and then…
Nothing else mattered.
She spun hard into subspace, her ass stinging as he moved from bare hands to one of the light wooden paddles he’d acquired. Up and down the back of her thighs and ass, until she nearly called yellow. But as if reading her body, he stopped, switched implements again, and started using a light, whippy and stingy pain stick on her, a length of carbon fiber with a wooden handle.