Page 19 of Shai

Elijah shook his head in denial, his lips twisting. “You’re both as fucking crazy as each other. She… and you let her.”

I crawled forward an inch, letting the handcuffs jangle in a clear warning. “I’m not her keeper.”

My prey’s gaze dropped to the handcuffs, and then to the door, his planned move so clearly signposted that he may as well have announced it. His lunge from the bed was fast. But I was faster, and closer to the door. I met him head-on, our bodies colliding hard enough to knock the breath from both of us. I didn’t hold back, throwing him on the bed and avoiding the flailing fists, elbows, and knees that came my way. This was even better than the first time. He’d been half asleep, then, and I’d had the majority of his body pinned. Now, he had a much greater freedom to attempt to maim and injure, and try he did, forcing me to take evasive action a number of times.

Even so, it wasn’t long before I had the cuff wrapped around his right wrist. I squeezed and the mechanism clicked shut. With one hand in his hair, tugging hard enough for it to be painful, and the other on the chain of the cuffs, I dragged him to the head of the bed, looping the chain around the bedpost before fastening it around his other wrist and clicking that one shut too. And then there was nothing to do but sit back and admire my prize. He was pinned just as he had been before. Only this time, it came with the added bonus of both my hands being free.

All the fight went out of his body for the second time, Elijah recognizing that the battle was already lost. I fastened my fingers around his neck, not squeezing, just holding them there, hard enough for him to be able to feel it, to feel my strength. “There’s only ever going to be one result, Elijah, when you fight me, but thank you for trying. It was most enjoyable.” I caressed the delicate pulse point below his jaw with my thumb, the rapid throb there imitating the state of my cock.

It was with great reluctance that I withdrew, climbing off the bed to go over to the wardrobe. I returned with two ties, pulling his thighs apart to bind first one ankle and then the other to the bedposts, easily avoiding the half-hearted kicks that came my way.

There was no keeping the smile off my face as I stood back to admire

my handiwork, the burning intensity of his gaze attempting to bore holes in my skin. There was only one thing wrong with the tableau I’d created. Crawling between his thighs, I took hold of the fabric of his briefs, the ripping sound as they tore music to my ears. I added the scrap of fabric to the pile of bedding on the floor. “Don’t wear underwear in future.”

Elijah gave a snort. “I might not be able to leave this godforsaken place,

but you can’t control everything I do.”

I did, or at least I would. He just wasn’t ready to believe it yet. I

straddled him again, ignoring his cock for the time being as I ran my fingers across his ribs, learning his body, learning everything that now belonged to me. I rolled his nipples beneath my thumb and forefinger, the areolae pebbling at my touch. “How do you feel about pain?” When there was no answer, I looked up to find Elijah’s eyes closed, his head tipped back to the ceiling. “Ah, I see. You’re going to pretend I’m not here. How long do you think you can keep that up for?”

No response. Fastening a thumb and forefinger around each of his

nipples, I twisted and squeezed in one movement. He cried out, his back arching, arms straining against the bindings holding them in place. When watery blue eyes met mine, I let go, satisfied that his attention was back on me. There would be no going to wherever his happy place was. I’d make a new one for him, one that would replace any memories that came before. There would only be me, my hands, my mouth, my cock. Elijah could be my cure for the restless feeling that had crept into my life of late. Everyone should have a hobby, and he would be mine, whether he wanted to be or not.

A sneer appeared on Elijah’s face as I continued to run my hands over

his skin, tracing each and every dip and curve, from his collarbone to the line of his jaw. Molten heat that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with hatred spilled from his eyes. “Is this what gets you off, forcing yourself onto people who don’t want your attention?”

I paused, considering the insult disguised as a question for a few

seconds before nodding, a smile playing on my lips. “Yes! Yes, it is. At first, anyway.” I laughed as his eyes went wide. His reactions were like nectar, every single one of them, even the slight twitch of his fingers as he tried to come to terms with the knowledge that he was completely helpless. “Nothing to say to that, Elijah?”

“You sick fuck!”

“Probably.” I leaned forward, my elbows digging into his chest as I brought our faces close together, inhaling the scent of clean, fresh sweat, and only just managing to resist the urge to bury my face against his neck and bite. “What did you think I would be like? You must have heard of me before you made your foolish decision to come to this city. Did you think the stories were exaggerated? Did you think I was just a lucky man, rather than someone who takes what he wants? Is that what you thought?”

I was genuinely interested in the answer, but none was forthcoming, Elijah turning his head away again, his movement halting as he remembered what had happened the last time he’d tried to ignore me. Good. He learned fast.

Moving back so that I was between his thighs, I studied the limp cock nestled in the dark hair. Plucking lube from my pocket, I unscrewed the lid and poured a generous amount onto my palm. “You probably think I’m going to fuck you.”

“Aren’t you?” There was a great deal of strain in Elijah’s voice, enough to make me tear my gaze away from his cock to his flushed and sweaty face, strands of hair plastered to his forehead.

“Not tonight. Tonight’s for you, Elijah. To show you that I can be a generous man when people don’t disappoint me.” I curled my fingers around his cock, rolling his balls in my palm with the other. It didn’t take much manipulation before his breath hitched and his cock stiffened obligingly against my palm.

“This doesn’t mean…”

I quelled him with a glance. “Shhh… don’t spoil it. Empty your mind of all those thoughts banging around inside it, and just feel.” I relinquished my grip, letting his cock curl enticingly against his abdomen. He was fully hard now, the head already starting to leak pre-cum. Capturing some on my thumb, I brought it to my lips to taste, Elijah’s rapidly indrawn breath informing me that he was watching. “I haven’t decided if I will let you come yet.”

“What?”

Smiling wickedly, I took him in hand again, alternating between a frustratingly slow rhythm, and one where I gave him a few faster strokes before backing off completely. As he drew closer to orgasm, there was no hiding the way his thighs started to tremble uncontrollably, his balls pulling tight against his body. Three more strokes and I stopped, removing my hand completely and sitting back to study him.

This close to orgasm, he was a wreck, his pupils dilated and his

breathing ragged. A sheen of sweat covered his heaving chest, his muscles glinting in the moonlight and making me wish I’d switched the light on to be able to see him better.