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“No, no,” he whispers, his lips now brushing the skin below my earlobe. Tickles of pleasure bring goosebumps to my skin. “Think before you answer,” he continues, as he keeps my head in place to make sure I can’t shakeno. “Remember what you accepted. I just saved you from Cade.”
Keeping his grip on my hand, he thrusts slowly into my fist.
I have to force myself to swallow a moan. He’s pleasuring himself, but it goes straight to my pussy.
“Think real hard about Vickie, who’s only waiting for you to be alone before she strikes,” he says softly.
He pulls away in the slightest to look into my eyes. The room is only illuminated by the light of the moon, but I know he wants to check how I’m doing. Because Elliot is a lot of things—a playboy, a manipulator, a sex addict—but he isn’t a rapist. He would lose all sorts of pleasure if I wasn’t into this, and his pleasure is everything.
When he’s happy I’m not unwell, he smiles with pride, knowing he’s practically got me exactly where he wants me.
“I’m not even counting the other Kings who want to hurt you. I will make it go away. All of it.”
Is it really worth fighting him? When I know I already agreed in the living room? Everything just feels so real now. It’s the only thing that will give me a semblance of normality and happiness in this fucked-up situation. Going back to being Elliot Pearson’s toy is the only thing that will feel like nothing has changed.
His lips graze mine, his tongue darting to lick my bottom one.
“Mm, baby.”
I’m seriously panting as he keeps using my hand to fuck himself through his boxers. I need him to touch me too. Just a bit of pressure.
A small whimper escapes me as he bites my bottom lip, then sucks on it to make it all better.
“Say yes,” he rasps. “Say, ‘Elliot, I consent to being your good little fuck toy again. Any time of day and night, any state I’m in.’”
His knee slides up against the sheet, against my thigh, and he slowly spreads my legs.
“Oh God,” I moan. He’s not touched me where I need him yet. He’s not put pressure where I need him themost.
“Go on,” he taunts me, his breath against my wet bottom lip.
He relaxes his hold on my cheeks, enough for me to be able to move, but I’m not going anywhere.
“Elliot,” I pant. “Just do it.”
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he growls. “And you know I hate bad girls who can’t listen to what I ask for.”
I take a deep breath, grounding myself. “Elliot…”
“Yes?” I can feel the way he’s already tasting victory on his tongue, and I hate him for it, but I give in anyway.
“I’ll be your fuck toy again. Any time you want.”
“Now that’s the good girl I missed.”
He lets go of me and turns around, leaving me desperate for more.
Of course he would. That’s how he plays his games.
When I think he’s asleep, I slide my hand under the covers. I slither my way under the boxers, ready to feed the hunger he’s started inside me.
I startle when he grabs my wrist through the sheets before I can press against my throbbing clit.
“Don’t make me cuff you,” he says in a groggy voice. “The only way you’ll get pleasure is through me. Now take that pretty little hand away from my pussy.”
I want to roll my eyes at the way he thinks my pussy is his, but I do it.
He grabs my hand, keeping it in his as he brings it to his chest.
