ELLIE
I fought to resist, trying to focus on my anger and all the insults, but it was useless. All I could feel was his scent wrapping around me and the heat of his large, warm body pressing against mine.
The way he was pulling my hair and grinding against my ass was driving me crazy.
“Like this... docile and submissive, like a good girl,” he whispered, his deep, slightly husky voice dripping with desire. “You know this is where you belong.”
“Fuck off,” I shot back, clinging to the last shred of reason I had left.
“You should be more careful with your words. I can make you regret every single one of them,” he threatened, his lips brushing against my ear.
Then he released my hair, pulling the shirt down from my shoulders and arms, yanking it off from behind. A second later, I felt his cock slide against my ass, hot and thick, making his threat crystal clear.
I closed my eyes, feeling my desire grow, becoming urgent.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I questioned, even though my body was begging him to keep going, desperate to feel him inside me. “You’re such a depraved bastard.”
The next moment, he thrust into me roughly, making me shudder with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck...” I swore.
“Shhh.”
Leaning over me again, he grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand and, when he reached my limit, he slowly withdrew. “If you want me somewhere else, all you have to do is ask,” he teased, slamming into me again, hard and fast.
“No,” I murmured, losing my grip on reason.
I could feel every inch of him. His movements quickly became wild, increasingly brutal, while the sound of his deep, raspy moans drove me insane.
With every thrust, the rising, delicious sensation built inside me, leaving me desperate for more.
“Ethan...” I moaned, feeling my body consumed by pleasure.
“Where’s that righteous bitch now?” he growled in my ear, pushing me further as he buried himself to my limit. “No resistance? No insults?” He yanked my hair.
But I could barely process his words; they only made me more aroused and lost.
“Please...”
“Yes... we both know all I need is my cock to tame you,” he said, pulling my hair harder with a violent thrust.
“Oh my God!” I writhed under him, my skin tingling.
Letting go of my hair, he pressed my head gently into the mattress while moaning in a way that was deliciously dizzying. My body felt like it was about to combust.
“Are you listening to me?” he asked, whispering in my ear.
I nodded, dazed.
“I want you to come for me,” he said, sliding a hand under my body.
Finding my clit, he started circling it slowly with a finger, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
My insides began pulsing faster and harder, and I gripped the sheets tightly, writhing as my entire body tensed. Breathless, I moaned, burying my face in the sheets. My heart was pounding.
Ethan quickened the pace of his fingers but kept thrusting into me slowly. I wanted to scream. It was so good it was maddening. I moaned desperately, feeling my mind unravel.
“Now,” he ordered in a whisper, the sound seeming distant.
Then, as if he had complete control over my body, I shattered. Pleasure rippled through my skin like a wave of heat, pulsing and tingling.
I felt my insides clench uncontrollably, and my entire body trembled and tightened before being overwhelmed by the delicious sensation of pure ecstasy. I let myself drown in it.
Ethan followed shortly after, exploding with one last slow thrust as he moaned. I felt his heavy, warm, sweaty body tense before collapsing on top of me, releasing all his tension inside me as he pressed his face into my back.
“Fuck,” he growled, breathless, amidst deep, guttural moans.
I savored the feeling of his body covering mine as my breathing slowed. We stayed in silence for some time. Then the guilt hit me. I should never have said those things.
“I love you,” I said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”
His large hand covered mine on the bed.
“Neither did I.”
“No, you’re right.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, I should support you. I’m sorry.”
“Hey...” He moved off me, lying down on my left side. “Don’t blame yourself. Believe me, I get it. I know you have reasons to be afraid of trusting me again. But we’ll make this work.”
I nodded.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me for that.”
“Why not?” I asked, sitting up and crawling to straddle him. “You’re so understanding...” I said, leaning forward with my hands on his chest. “So sweet and submissive.” I teased. “Like a good boy.” I laughed. “This is where you belong.”
“Okay, very funny,” he chuckled before sitting up and wrapping his hands around my waist. “The difference is I can make you wet.”
“Sure.” I stood up, laughing. “How about... we both know all I need is my vagina to tame you.” I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “God! That sounds awful!”
He laughed, lying back on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head.
“Maybe if you replaced vagina with pussy—”
“No!” I interrupted, heading toward the bathroom. “Pervert,” I muttered.
“I heard that.”
“Good!” I replied before stepping inside.
*
When I returned, he wasn’t in the room. Walking to the bed, I picked up the white shirt, checking to see if it was clean before starting to put it back on.
“You don’t need that,” he said, entering the room and making me turn toward him.
He was carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other, wearing the red hat again. It made me smile.
“I must’ve been a very good girl this year.” I gave up buttoning the shirt, focusing on him.
“Were you? I have my doubts,” he teased, placing the bottle and glasses on a side table.
“Then what’s the explanation for receiving a gift like this?”
“A gift?” He stepped closer, raising an eyebrow. “I just punished you.”
“That’s true. So I guess I’ve been a very bad girl.”
“Call me Krampus,” he said suggestively, stopping in front of me.
“Does that mean you’re going to keep punishing me?” I bit my lip, placing my hands on his broad chest.
“Absolutely.” Grabbing my hips, he pulled me against his body and kissed me deeply, pulling the shirt off me again. “But before you start, I know we still need to talk about that. Just not tonight,” he said, pulling back slightly.
I nodded.
“Because you don’t want to ruin Christmas?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s just say that, but also because I’m still hungry,” he explained before grabbing my ass and lifting me, capturing my lips again.
Taking a step, he laid me on the bed, settling between my legs.
Suddenly, something occurred to me. I pulled back, slightly breathless.
“Wait... I just remembered you said you wanted to ask me something.”
“Oh, that.” He sighed. “I guess we can leave that for later, too.”
“No. I want to know.”
He sighed again.
“Okay,” he relented. “I know you didn’t spend much time there, but... what did you think of London?”