313: Miserably dependent on him

313: Miserably dependent on him
Ella’s POV

Just when I thought our night had reached its peak, I quickly realized I was wrong. For Shawn, the night was only getting started. And I wasn’t complaining one bit.

I giggled as he leaned in to kiss me again, his hands roaming my body, clearly hungry for more. 

“My God, this is definitely a side of you I didn’t know,” I teased, loving this bold, unrestrained version of him.

His nose grazed my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve always been like this, actually. You just only ever saw my gentle side.”

“Maybe because when you’re in love, you only see the pretty parts of someone?” I shot back with a sarcastic smirk, my hand trailing over his chest and arms hovering above me. I could still feel my body clenching from the intensity of having him inside me. And I wanted more—if he wanted me again, I’d welcome him with open arms.

Or, to be more precise, open legs.

He let out a goofy laugh at my words. “So, does that mean you’re not in love with me anymore?” he asked, his hand shamelessly playing with my breasts, his greedy fingers teasing my nipples.

“Definitely not,” I replied, smirking. “The spell you cast on me is gone, Hayes. Now I can see the real you.”

A wicked, lopsided grin spread across his lips, full of mischief and pleasure. His hand slid down to my core, his fingers rubbing my sensitive spot, making me gasp and bite my lip. “Then you must’ve noticed what my intentions are with you now, despite everything,” he whispered in my ear before sliding his body lower.

Before I knew it, his mouth was on me, devouring my core like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“Awn… you bastard! I’m still sensitive…” I stammered, biting my lip, throwing my head back against the pillow, trying to push his head away to catch a break. But Shawn responded by sliding two of his long fingers inside me, working them relentlessly while his mouth sucked on my clit, making me writhe, grip the sheets tightly, and my eyes roll back.

“Shawn, please…” I begged.

“Need I remind you that you’re not in a position to make demands here? You’re being punished, remember?” he said with authority, making me lift my head and look at him in desperation.

His eyes locked onto mine as he continued, drinking in my reactions. His fingers didn’t stop.

“Please… just fuck me already, I can’t take it anymore,” I pleaded, my desperation stripping away any shred of modesty.

His eyes darkened, that wicked, teasing grin still on his lips, now slick with my arousal. “You’re that desperate? I haven’t even started,” he chuckled, mocking me.

And then, in one swift motion, he grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips back so I was on all fours for him. “Shawn, what are you—AH!” My words were cut off by a sharp slap on my ass, so hard it made me flinch in pain and sent a jolt of pleasure radiating through my sensitive core.

I swear, I never thought this man would spank me like that, or that his hand could be so heavy.

“I told you to obey!” he said, his tone serious.

“Awn… you jerk. You know how sensitive my skin is…” I was trembling, but also shamelessly wiggling my hips, a desperate, unthinking gesture, like some primal mating dance to urge him to take me already.

I was completely out of my mind, obviously. All my years of medical school, my professional life as a successful surgeon—gone in that moment. I couldn’t even remember my own name, let alone anything else. All I wanted was for this man to take me, to use me, to do whatever he’d been craving all this time.

And Shawn did.

When his thick, hard length entered me again, it was like the stars aligned. I must’ve smiled in satisfaction between my moans. “Yes… please.”

“What do you want me to do to you? Say it,” he demanded, his body curved over mine, his entire length buried inside me, making me clutch the sheets to ease the overwhelming desire.

“I want you to fuck me… hard,” I said, completely lost in the moment.

“Then ask for it. Or I’m leaving,” he threatened.

“No…!” I cried out quickly, my voice trembling, grabbing his arm. “Please… fuck me.”

He smirked, satisfied with my plea. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” One hand gripped my waist while the other tangled in my hair, pulling it back into a messy bun at the nape of my neck, forcing my body to arch and my hips to tilt higher for him.

And then he thrust, deep and hard, with a relentless energy that showed no sign of slowing down. His hand was heavy when it landed more slaps on my ass, each one stoking the fire inside me, pushing me deeper into his world.

I didn’t want this moment to ever end. I wanted to stay like this forever, on all fours for him, letting him use me as he’d wanted for so long.

Both of us had crossed a line, leaving behind our politeness and good manners. Here, I saw the real him, and he saw the real me. The way we were so perfect for each other was almost dangerous to think about.

Leaving him before hadn’t been easy, and we didn’t even know each other that well back then. But now… how could I ever walk away from him again? That’s when I realized how miserably dependent I was on Shawn Hayes.