She stirs and a smile tugs at my lips. It takes her a few minutes for the fog to lift and reality to sink in. Wide eyes meet mine and she begins to mumble behind the tape. She jerks, her body fighting in the chair.
I watch her nipples harden and her hips lift off the seat as much as possible. I lean forward, grip the chair, and yank her to where it touches the end of the couch, my legs spread wide for her to sit between them. I run my hands up and down her thighs and she whimpers.
“About time you wake up for me.” My hand slides between her legs and my fingers spread her pussy wide open for my thumb to run over her clit, making her jump. The way I’ve got her seated, her hips are pushed out farther than her chest. So I’ve got enough access to her cunt to play with. Most of her weight is back on her underarms that are draped over the back.
This isn’t about being comfortable. It’s about being mine.
Pulling away, I shove the chair back a little and to my left so I can reach the coffee table in front of the couch. I pick up the little pink egg and the lube. I pop it open and cover the silicone with it. Then I turn to her, my hand going back between her legs. She mumbles unintelligible words behind the tape as I fuck her with my fingers a few times before slipping it inside her.
I hold up the remote and her watery eyes go from mine to it. “Remember when I tied you up and got you off with the wand?” I ask, smiling at the memory. It was back in the beginning when I snuck into her room as her savior. “You got off, what, five or six times?”
She blinks, her chest heaving.
“We’re going to do that again.” I turn on the remote and her back bows, body stiffening for a brief second before she starts thrashing in the chair.
I sit back, my eyes falling to her body, watching her hips ride the chair as if it’s my cock inside her. She’s sucking in breaths through her nose, her taped cheeks caving in, and nipples hard. “Gorgeous,” I say, and she whimpers.
She screams into the tape and her body goes stiff as I watch her come. I shut it off and she slumps in the chair. Watery eyes meet mine.
Lifting my hips up off the couch, I remove what I want out of my jeans pocket. Her eyes widen when she sees me remove the lid. “That’s one.” I lean forward, running the tip of the black Sharpie down her chest about three inches long. Putting it back on, I smile at her. “I don’t want to lose track. And I don’t expect you to either. When forced to orgasm over and over, your mind tends to turn to mush.”
She whimpers again, trying to turn her head away from me but the collar keeps it in place. So she closes her eyes instead. I allow it.
My cell rings. I answer, placing the call on speaker, and set it down next to me on the couch. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe.” Amelia’s voice fills the room.
I stare at Elli and her eyes widen when she realizes who’s on the other end. I turn on the remote again and watch her body fight in the restraints.
“Where are you?” Amelia goes on. “We have dinner with my parents. We’re waiting on you.”
Elli blinks, fresh tears running down her cheeks.
“I’m not going to make it.” I turn up the vibrator to the highest setting, loving the way Elli’s body tenses.
“What?” Amelia whines. “But, babe…”
“I won’t be home tonight.”
Elli sobs, understanding that she’s going to be my plaything all night long. I’m going to put her body through heaven, but it’s going to feel like hell. I’m going to make it brutal.
Amelia sighs heavily but then adds, “Well, you can make it up to me tomorrow then.” And by the way her voice drops, you can tell she means me and her in bed.
“Whatever you want,” I say and watch Elli’s hips lift off the chair again, getting ready for number two. Her body unable to control itself. Elli sucks in a deep breath through her nose, her body bowing.
“Love you,” Amelia speaks.
I end the call just as Elli comes again. I turn off the vibrator and watch her come down from her high, sinking back into the chair. She opens her heavy eyes, and they land on mine. They narrow, she’s angry with me. Not enough, though. She’s nowhere near where I need her to be. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t love her either.”
She sobs, her body shaking.
“Where were we?” I pick up the Sharpie and write another tally on her chest next to the last. “I hope these come off before your wedding night,” I say, and she closes her eyes tightly.
Her mother has officially announced her daughter’s engagement to Chance. When you plan on having a wedding in two weeks, you’ve got a lot of time to make up for. And her mother wants it big, flashy.
I’m going to make sure it’s a day my little demon never forgets.
“I’d hate for Becks to question your loyalty to him.”