“No!” I barked. “Hands above your head!”
She did as she was told. Her arms were up straight, hands flat to the wall as I ate her out with renewed vigor. She was mine. Her pussy was mine.
Elaine tensed up as I did the unthinkable and prepared her beautiful slit for my cock. I wet my own fingers before I pushed two inside her, slowly enough that she murmured. I was so gentle. Even as I nipped at her clit, I was gentle inside her.
“My God, Lucian! Please! Yes! More!”
I didn’t give her more. I made her wait, slowly, slowly, back and forth.
“Please! More!” she cried.
“Quiet!” I grunted, and once again she did as she was told, holding her breath as I teased her with my tongue.
I was going to make Elaine Constantine come with my fingers inside her. I wanted to hear her come, from my knees, with my mouth on her pussy and my fingers rammed deep.
I worked like a perfect beast against her clit, licking, sucking, nibbling as she whimpered. She tensed and she squirmed as I slid two fingers into her, and her hands dropped down the wall a touch, even though she did what she was told and kept them raised. She moaned and pushed against me, and slowly, ever so slowly, she lost herself to the sensations as I circled my fingers inside her, my tongue lapping at her clit, feeling her tension as the orgasm bloomed inside her. Her pussy was divine, a flower that would be the most beautiful thing in the world to stretch open wide when I thrust my cock inside her. Only it wouldn’t be now. I would be holding out on those petals until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
The noises were beautiful as she crested. Her murmurs were the most intoxicating sound. My face was wet with her juices when she shuddered and buckled and gasped to find her breath. Elaine Constantine was a perfect little doll when she came for me.
I still tasted her when I got to my feet and pushed my tongue in her mouth to dance with hers.
I tugged hard on her nipples and claimed her hot mouth with mine until she was squirming and fucking drooling.
Fuck, I loved kissing Elaine.
I was in love with Elaine fucking Constantine.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, and I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it anymore, not any of it. I wanted Elaine Constantine to hold me. I’d never wanted anyone to hold me in my life, but her touch was magic to me.
I thought she’d be done and finished when I pulled away from her mouth and let go of her nipples, but her breaths were still fast and light, and her eyes were wide on mine.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, Lucian, don’t stop.”
I thought she wanted my tongue back on her clit, but she didn’t. Her cheeks were flushed pink when she dropped her eyes from mine, squirming nervous.
“Please, Lucian. Hurt me some more. I need more pain.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Elaine
I was still flying high when Lucian pushed me forward over the arm of the sofa. My breaths were still shallow and my clit was still tingling as I bared my ass to him and he slapped me, hard. I loved it. The sensations set me alight. This was the kind of pain I needed above any other. I needed to be hurting, but high, and I was so high I was soaring…being hurt by the man I loved.
The man I loved.
The very thought had me grinning as he hit me.
His slaps were quick, but not so quick they had me squealing. He was paced and steady, and that’s when I knew it, for the very first time I’d ever known it. He was hurting me for me and not for him. He was giving me pain for my pleasure and not his own. It was the most amazing feeling.
My flesh was alive, burning just right where he’d hit me. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he slipped his fingers between my thighs and pushed them inside me, teasing just like he’d done before. This time I was ready for him. I was bucking back against him for more. More fingers, more slaps, more Lucian. More Lucian, more Lucian, more Lucian.
The gorgeous beast gave me more Lucian.
“Tell me you fucking want this,” he said, but there was no venom in his words. The monster’s words were dripping with lust.
My voice was desperate. “Please. I want it.”
I heard him unbuckle his belt, heard it sliding through its loops, and I tensed, waiting, only he didn’t hit me. There was no torrent of thrashes or promises of how he was going to hurt me. Not this time. “Tell me you want it, Elaine. Make me believe how much you want it.”
It was an amazing rush, to have to convince Lucian Morelli that I wanted him to hurt me before he would hit me. I looked back at him over my shoulder with pleading eyes. “Please, Lucian. I really do want it. I promise you I want it. I need it. I need you.”
He trailed the leather across my ass, and I clenched. “Make me believe you want it, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I felt it right down in my stomach.
He said sweetheart like he meant it, because he did. I really was his sweetheart.
Not just his doll.
My eyes must have spoken as loud as my voice when I gave him the words.
“Please, please, I want it. I want your belt on my ass. Please give me your belt on my ass. Please…” I was so ready for it when he hit me. One, yes. Two, yes. Three, yes!
I cried out on the fourth thrash, and he paused, waiting as I rocked, then stilled.
He waited for me to be ready for the fifth thrash. My God, he waited for me to be ready.
Lucian was a master at mastering me. His touch was incredible, teasing then thrashing, teasing then thrashing. The sensations blurred between pleasure and pain, like they normally did, only this time there was more to it. I was being guided, played like a violin by a man who wanted to play me right.
My ass was hurting almost too much to bear by the time he flipped me onto my back, arching me tightly over the sofa arm. My flesh was throbbing, raw. Divine.
“Are you going to trust me?” he asked, and his eyes were so sincere in their beautiful power, no longer a foe.
The nod of my head was genuine. “Yes, Lucian, I’m going to trust you. I do trust you.”
I did trust him. I trusted a Morelli. The very idea was insane, but it was true. I trusted Lucian Morelli more than I trusted anyone, even more than I trusted myself.
“Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Elaine,” he said, and I did it without hesitation.
I stretched my thighs wide open and presented myself for him, wet and wanting. He brushed his thumb against my clit and let out a gorgeous moan.
“You are a beautiful creature. Your sweet blonde pussy is to die for.” He smirked at his own words. “It is though, isn’t it? Your sweet blonde pussy is literally to die for. I’ll be a dead man for my crimes.”
“I’ll be a dead woman for wanting you back,” I whispered. “We’ll both be dead, Lucian.”
His smile made my belly flutter along with my clit. “At least we’d die happy.”
I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “I’d die happier than I’ve ever been in my life.”
His thumb was working magic on my clit, and my ass was still throbbing underneath me. I could have laid there for a lifetime enjoying it, watching him. It was him who coaxed me to more.
“Trust me, baby,” he whispered and then he raised his hand. “Keep those legs spread nice and wide. I’m gonna take your pussy in so many more ways than one.”