Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Hearing the options, my breathing became shallow, my core throbbing. “I wasn’t aware we were within the parameters of me following orders.” I should’ve sounded a lot more pissed off, and I was, somewhere. Underneath all the pent-up desire.
“Yes, you were,” he leaned in. “When it comes to your safety or your orgasms, you listen to me.”
“You get one of those. You better know it’s not the former.” I was dead serious despite my body responding to him viscerally.
“We’ll see.” He stepped forward. “In that case, do you not want to be punished?”
I licked my lips. “I didn’t say that.”
A wicked grin spread across his face.
It was a breath of fresh air, having been assaulted by his concern and turmoil the past few hours. I hadn’t realized what a port in the storm I’d considered Elliot’s easygoing personality to be. How I’d come to rely on its stability in the short time I’d been around him.
“What will your punishment be, Calliope?” With featherlight steps, he moved forward to take the wine glass from my hands.
The brush of his fingers against mine was electric, and suddenly, I was overcome with need. To drown out everything from that day, lose myself in the act of following his orders.
Even the simple choice between two punishments seemed overwhelming. Both of them sounded uniquely enticing; I wanted both. But I didn’t want any more responsibility. I could’ve died. And there was a good chance it was because of my own choices. The decision fatigue from that alone was almost unbearable.
Elliot watched me with lowered lids, as if he were reading all of those thoughts. His fingers brushed my jaw with a gentle touch that made my knees wobble. “How about I decide?” he murmured softly. “One day, one day soon, I’ll take my belt to you.” His hands skimmed down the sides of my body to knead my ass. “I’ll see this skin raised and red and ensure that you won’t be able to sit without remembering your punishment for a week. But I don’t relish inflicting any more pain on you tonight, even the kind of pain you’ll like. The kind of pain that’ll make that lovely little cunt absolutely sopping wet for me.”
At his words, my breathing had lowered to a pant, my mouth moist and my panties soaked. They were true, all of them. I yearned for that. For the strike of leather against my skin, for the ability to carry the evidence around with me when Elliot wasn’t there.
One day, he’d said. Like we had more days ahead of us.
“You’re so sure the occasion will arise when I’ll need to be punished again?”
He smiled wickedly. “Oh, Calliope. One of the things I love most about you is that you’ll always need to be punished because you don’t fucking listen to me.” His voice was peppered with the rage from earlier. “It frustrates me beyond measure.” His nostrils twitched as he drew in a long inhale. “But I fucking love it.”
My skin tingled at the knowledge of what I was doing to him, how I’d wormed my way under his skin. It was a relief, since I felt Elliot in my marrow.
“No belt,” Elliot decided, clicking his tongue.
The other punishment, then. Not letting me come for the entire evening. A quick glance at the clock told me it was only 7:00. How long would the evening last? Until 10:00? Midnight? Surely, I’d be able to handle that.
Elliot reached inside the waistband of my leggings, cradling me where I was craving him, parting me so he could run his fingers along my clit.
My entire body shook, an orgasm already creeping in. Only a few more strokes and I would detonate, I was that close. All the adrenaline, I guessed. All I knew for certain was that I needed a release. Needed to feel alive somehow.
But just as rapidly as Elliot had touched me there, his hand was gone.
He didn’t even look at me, just turned his back and walked into the kitchen.
I stayed where I was, pulse thrashing as I struggled with the prospect of another second without climaxing, let alone a handful of hours.
Elliot hadn’t told me to do anything, so I just stood, watching as he filled a glass, grabbed my pills from the counter then shook a couple into his hand.
“I’m going to make you a sandwich to ensure you don’t take these on an empty stomach. Then, when you’re done, you’re going to take off all your clothes and get in the shower with me.”
His tone told me there was no room for negotiation, and hell if I could even come up with an argument. I merely nodded.
Relief. Despite the urgent wantonness I needed to alleviate, I mostly felt relief that I was going to be taken care of. For the night.