Chapter 55 ~ Aching for Release

Chapter 55 ~ Aching for Release
ELLA

“Take off your dress and spread your legs on the bed.” He commanded, making goosebumps rise everywhere his voice caressed. 

The fabric slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

I should’ve been scared. Maybe I was. But my body betrayed me as my skin burned for his touch and my breath hitched with anticipation.

“Lie back. Legs apart.” He said while pulling off his tie. 

I did.

He paused, drinking me for a split second. Then he moved. Fast and brutal. His hand wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who was in control.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine, “and I will.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered. “I want you to ruin me.”

That was all he needed to bring out the animal inside him.

His mouth crashed into mine, all tongue, teeth and hunger. One hand held my throat while the other slid between my thighs. I was already dripping for him. The slick sound of his fingers inside me filled the room as I arched my back.

“So fucking wet already,” he growled. “You like it when I handle you like this, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I could only moan, my back arching off the bed as he pushed deeper.

“That's it, baby. You take my fingers so well.”

He pulled out his fingers and flipped me over, dragging my hips up as I gasped into the sheets. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He growled as he knelt before me, his face watching my bare cunt.

“I've never knelt before anyone, but for you, I can do this forever if it means getting a taste of you.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning my cunt as he inserted his tongue making me cry out while I grabbed onto his hair. 

My fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue worked me over like I was his last meal. Every stroke was deep and ruthless, like he knew exactly how to break me down and build me back up with nothing but his mouth.

I moaned his name, over and over, my mind going crazy from how good it felt.

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shocks straight through my core. 

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he muttered, barely pulling back. “You were made for this, for me.”

His tongue circled my clit again, slower this time, as if he wanted to savor the way I trembled beneath him. My thighs shook, my stomach clenched, and just when I was about to tip over the edge, he pulled away.

“No-” I gasped, desperate for a release. 

“Patience,” he said darkly. “You’ll come when I say so.”

I barely had time to respond before he flipped me back onto my back. His belt clinked as he undid it, his eyes never leaving mine, wild with lust and control. 

“You’re all I've thought about today. What have you done to me?”

He lined himself up, and with one hard thrust, he filled me.

Stretching me out to impossible lengths as I moaned I'm ecstasy.

“Look at me,” he growled, thrusting again. “I want to watch your face as I fuck every thought out of your head.”

I obeyed, locking eyes with him as he drove into me, over and over. His hand slid back to my throat, his pace brutal, his gaze possessive.

“Mine,” he hissed as he slammed deeper, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. 

Then his hand tightened around my throat. Not enough to cut off my air completely just enough to send my pulse racing, to make my body jolt with need and fear.

He leaned in close, his forehead pressing to mine, his voice a gravel whisper.

“You’re not allowed to breathe unless I let you.”

My eyes fluttered. A moan escaped then a choked and broken cry followed. But that didn’t stop him or slow him down. 

He drove into me harder and deeper, his hips snapping with a vicious rhythm that sent the headboard slamming into the wall.

“You like this?” he rasped, watching every twitch of my face. “Being used? Being owned?”

I couldn’t answer.

Air grew tight in my lungs. My mouth parted in a silent gasp while my eyes rolled back as he fucked me raw and breathless. 

“That's it,” he growled, dragging his teeth along my jaw. “Cry for me, little angel. Let them hear you.”

His hand slid lower, curling around my jaw, forcing my mouth open as his hips kept punishing me.

Tears burned in my eyes, not from pain but from how deeply he was inside me, like he wanted to own every inch of my soul.

“You'll never leave this bed without remembering who put you in it.”

Then he shifted, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand, the other sliding under my thigh to pull me wider, more open, more exposed.

“Oh shit! You feel so tight and incredible.”

He breathed as he wrapped his hand around my throat again, this time tighter. 

My vision dimmed, my body desperate for oxygen, but I clung to him, my hips rising to meet every brutal thrust.

He watched every reaction, his eyes like a predator admiring his kill.

“Don’t you dare come until I say,” he warned, with a voice thick and dark with hunger.

I was on fire. My body ached for release, every nerve stretched to the brink.

“You’ll take everything I give you,” he whispered into my ear. “And you’ll thank me for breaking you.”

I surrendered to these overwhelming feelings to resist this monster. He had complete control over my body and it felt so good. He released me from the kiss and fucked me harder.

The tension in my body increased as he growled. "come all over my cock." 

With the increased pace I could tell he was close too. My body obeyed and a volcano exploded inside of me, filling my veins with liquid fire. 

"Oh yes! Yes!" I screamed.

"Yes, that's it sweetheart. Fuck! That's beautiful." he said as he threw his head back.

I felt his hot liquid inside me as he released

It was then that I realized we hadn't been using a condom.