Love 🌶️

Jasmine’s eyes fluttered open, as a feeling of peace washed over her. She could feel the warmth of Elijah’s hands on her, gently guiding her, laying her down on the soft mattress. The familiar scent of his cologne surrounded her. It was a strange comfort amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

Her body was weak, and her head was spinning with everything she had learned. Everything that had been thrown at her was still surreal. But as she lay there nestled into the soft sheets, she realized one thing…  

This was home.

Elijah carefully adjusted the blankets around her, ensuring she was comfortable. His hands lingered for a moment longer than necessary. It wasn’t sexual, it was as if he was making sure she was truly okay. 

She met his gaze. The intensity of his dark eyes unmistakable, yet soft with concern. But Jasmine didn’t want to talk about any of it. Not right now. Not yet.

“Elijah...”, her voice was faint. Fragile even, like it could shatter with the weight of her emotions. “I... I don’t want to talk about it right now.”, her words were quiet. Barely above a whisper, “I just want... you to hold me.”

She didn’t need to explain further. Elijah understood. He always did.

Without hesitation, he nodded. His jaw tightening ever so slightly as he made the decision. He knew what she wanted. It wasn’t words or explanations. It was an escape from the suffocating truth that had become her reality.

“Alright.”, Elijah said. His voice calm and soothing, “We don’t have to talk, Jasmine. Not until you’re ready. Then, when you are… I will be here. ”

Jasmine closed her eyes, the emotional exhaustion pulling at her like a heavy blanket. She could feel Elijah’s presence as she curled up in his arms. It was as if he knew the boundaries she needed and respected them. 

But then, Elijah did what he did best… he gave her exactly what she needed. Taking the lead to nurture her and tend to her. It was not good for her to settle in a fragile and depressed state. 

He reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small device. After pressing a button, the soft strains of a piano filled the room. It wasn’t loud or overpowering, just gentle enough to drown out her racing thoughts. 

Jasmine let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in. With its release, she felt the tension in her body easing. She could feel the muscles in her neck and shoulders begin to relax as the music enveloped her. 

It was like a torniquet to her soul, soothing the rawness she felt deep inside. She let herself get lost in the soft notes, letting them guide her away from the thoughts that were clawing at her. Letting his strong arms cling to her as if she would disappear right before his eyes. 

Elijah moved to adjust the pillow beneath her head. He didn’t say a word. There was nothing that needed to be said. 

His presence was a comforting constant, like the stillness of the ocean in the dead of night. He sat beside the bed, his fingers gently tracing the edge of the mattress, just enough to let her know he was there without crowding her.

Jasmine’s eyes closed again, but this time, it wasn’t with the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was a soft closing, as though she were giving herself permission to escape, just for a moment.

And escape, she did.

“Touch me.”, she said softly.

“Are you sure?”, he said hesitantly.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”, she replied. 

His instinct was to protect her from herself. To keep her from making a decision that she would regret, but at the same time… he couldn’t deny that he wanted her. He wanted to claim her, mark her, ruin her… every day.

Yet, he still hesitated. 

Jasmine sat up and scooted herself toward the edge of the bed. Her legs hanging on either side of Elijah’s body. Their eyes locked as she situated herself. 

“You are the only one who can make me escape this life, even if it is only temporary.”, she paused.

Reaching down to grip the hem of her shirt, she pulled it up and over her head. His eyes never leaving hers, but they yearned for the opportunity to roam her body. He didn’t have to look to know how mouthwatering her skin looked. 

“I want you to make me cum.”, she said. 

She grabbed his hands and pulled him up to her breasts. Squeezing them for him, as he seemed to have temporarily lost his strength. Moving him as if she were a puppeteer. 

“What? Do you not want me?”, she whined. 

“Hell no. It’s not that.”, he said. 

“Then wake up and fuck me. Make me scream. Make me lose my mind. Make me forget about everything that waits for me outside of that door.”, she screamed. 

It was a plea and a position he had never been in before, but all he wanted was to make her happy. 

“Fine. If forgetting is what you want, a fucking is what you’ll get.”, he said. 

He hadn’t been this rough with her since she started taking control. He forgot about how dominate and unaware of emotions he used to be. She had changed him, but if a good hard fuck is what she wanted. 

He was willing to deliver. 

“Stand up.”, he growled. 

Lust filled eyes as he consumed the smell of her impending arousal. As he had a taste of the satisfaction he was about to give her. He anticipated that she was about to get addicted to being dominated in bed, but he rationalized that it was better than being addicted to a useless substance. 

When she had stood up, he spun her around. Unclasping her bra before slinging it across the room. Her sweatpants fell with ease, and he didn’t bother removing her lace panties, he shredded them in half. 

She gasped.

“Last chance to back out.”, he warned. 

“Never. Fuck me like you’ll never fuck me again.”, she replied. 

He knew what she meant, but a different scenario flashed briefly in his mind. Quickly shaking that thought aside, he  roughly bent her forward over the bed. She fell forward and her knees braced her impact. 

She was sprawled on the bed in doggy style.

“Arch your back.”, he ordered. 

Using a hand to push her back down. Her ass was on full display, and he wanted to bite it… to lick it. To taste her delicate skin. 

He knelt down, his face centered between the back of her thighs. His mouth watered as he thought about her cum. About making her squirm before consuming every drop of her orgasm. 

Goosebumps covered her skin as she waited for him to start. 

“Are you going…”, her sentence stopped and finished with a gasp. 

He dove in, headfirst with his tongue out. Using his hands to spread her cheeks he licked her top to bottom. The heat of his breathe creating a euphoric tease, as she was frozen. Scared that if she moved, he would stop. 

No man had ever touched her, but he was about to break ground with her. Sharing new experiences with her, teaching her to enjoy what sex has to offer, and giving her control to explore her sexuality. She hadn’t considered rim jobs would be enjoyable. 

He licked her until she was coated in a thin layer of his saliva. Lubricating the skin-to-skin contact that made her quiver. His tongue paid special attention to her clitoris as his thumb rubbed gentle circles over her rim. 

The feeling made her nervous, not because it was new… but because she enjoyed it. She enjoyed him toying with her body for his own pleasure. Filling every hole and touching every inch. 

He licked, sucked, and teased her clitoris to match the rhythm that his thumb was playing. She began to pant as it pushed her closer to a climax. Every so often he would run his tongue around to ensure she was well lubricated. 

Just as her breathe started to hitch, he stopped. 

“What? Don’t st…”, her tone sexually frustrated as he cut her off.

“Shh. Brace yourself.”, he ordered.

Without notice, he thrust deeply into her. Shaking the bed and making her scream. He didn’t wait for her to adjust and didn’t prepare her for the painful pleasure his shaft created. 

She wanted to be dominated, and he was delivering. 

He grabbed onto each side of her hips and pulled her back as he rammed forward. Making it hurt and not allowing her time to recover. She used her hands to brace herself and help push backward. 

There was no indication she wanted to stop, so he kept going. Fast and forcefully fucking her. He began to sweat and pant, as he inched closer to his own climax. 

Her screams filled the room, yet no one dared to enter. 

He pulled out long enough to push her over to lay on her back. She was out of breath and nearly satisfied. He was sure that she would be hurting for a few days, so that would help keep her mind free from reality. 

Without a word, he grabbed his shaft and shoved it back inside. Her juices had coated it and gave it lubrication to slide right in. Each of his hands held her legs, just under her knees. 

She grabbed her bouncing breasts as he thrust. Forcefully, deeper and harder with each pass. Twisting her own nipples, looking for the sensation he had introduced her to.

It wasn’t helping her push toward an orgasm, so she switched gears. She looked at him, determination in his eyes to make her cum. Panting, sweating, and fucking her hard. 

She reached down and began to rub her own clitoris. 

“Fuck, yes.”, he moaned. 

He enjoyed watching her touch herself. She was the only person, aside from himself, that was allowed to touch her. He could sit back and watch her pleasure herself just for the fun of it. 

She used her two middle fingers and found her perfect pace. His own orgasm approaching. She increased her pace as her breathing picked up.

Her toes started to curl, and he could tell she was on the verge, so he gave it his all. Thrusting harder and faster. Yet, he still wanted to be in control. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you to.”, he said. 

She slowed her pace to obey him. 

“Almost.”, his tone rough and rugged. 

She stared at him as if she were waiting for permission. 

“Get ready.”, he warned. 

She could feel his shaft throb as if he were ready to release.

“Now. Cum with me.”, he commanded. 

As if his words were law, she did as she was ordered. She rode her own wave of ecstasy, and he fell forward, dropping her legs. Their bodies quivered together as their most sensitive organs where intertwined. 

He had never felt this way before. Never wanted to say this before. Never knew he was destined to achieve this before… but he didn’t hold back. 

“I love you, Jasmine.”, he said while panting. 

Elijah's words hung in the air, and Jasmine stood frozen. Her heart racing, unsure of what to say next. He didn’t pressure her as he let his confession sink in. 

He was willing to wait.

For her, he’d wait forever.