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There’s an armchair with a few clothes on the back, and I sit down on it before my shaking legs give up.
Elliot won’t hurt me. His punishment will be worse than physical pain, I know it.
He stands up and comes to me, putting a hand on each of the arms, blocking me in and looking down.
“Why are you so docile, Jade?” he murmurs. “Do you think you’re going to enjoy being punished? Like you used to?” He clicks his tongue. “That’s not how it works.”
I retreat as much as I can into the chair, looking up at him through my lashes. His fingers grip my chin and hold me that way, making sure there’s nothing else but him in my field of vision.
“Spread your legs.”
When I don’t, the corner of his lips tips up. “Don’t anger me, Jade.”
I narrow my gaze at him, slowly spreading my legs. “You’re so addicted to me it’s ridiculous,” I rasp.
“Baby,” he chuckles. “This is nothing, believe me.”
He walks backward until he can sit on the end of the bed again. “Put your feet on the edge of the chair. Keep your legs spread.”
I do it, knowing there’s nothing I don’t enjoy about this.
I don’t have to wonder what he’s up to for long. He takes off his shirt, then slowly undoes his jeans and lowers them and his boxers. His dick is already hard. It’s thick, veiny, and I close my eyes when I’m hit with memories of him and I. Entire nights in his bed, sweating bodies, the burning heat of skin against skin.
My eyes flutter open, and I know from the look on his face that I can’t hide my thoughts from him. His hand wraps around his cock, and I lick my lips. That makes him smile, of course.
“Your simple existence is better than any porn I could watch, baby.”
“You’re disgusting,” I snarl, my lower belly tightening.
“If only you didn’t love that so much.”
I’m transfixed as he starts touching himself, choking his cock with his fist, and rubbing up and down. It takes less than a minute for his torturous smile to spread. “I can see it, my love. Your wetness.”
I look away, but he calls me back. “Keep your eyes on me, Jade.”
I’m panting when he gets up and kicks his jeans aside. He walks closer, smirking, and stops right in front of me. I can see it perfectly, the curve of his dick. That magic fucking curve that means he hits the best spot every time.
Elliot never needs to chase after girls; they all run back to him once they’ve had a taste of what he can provide. With that curve, it’s practically impossible for him to not hit a woman’s G-spot when he fucks her. It’s like God decided to create him with the purpose of being an orgasm machine.
Leaning over, his hand finds the back of the chair and his face hovers right above mine. I can feel his breath, see his smirk from up close. I don’t think I realize my hand has moved toward my pussy until he grabs my wrist.
He tuts me, shaking his head slightly. “I think you’re starting to understand your punishment.”
I groan when he pushes my hand away and goes back to touching his dick. It’s so close to me, the silky tip near my wet entrance.
“Do you remember our times together?”
A breathy moan escapes me. I can’t take my eyes away from his beautiful dick.
“Do you remember the orgasms, baby? When you’re a good girl, I give you anything you want.”
I inhale a sharp breath. This isn’t helping. Fuck.
“All I need is for you to beg, and I’ll get on my knees right here. I’ll bury myself in your pussy. I’ll taste you, and tease you, and lick you until you’re nothing but a crying mess on this chair.”
“Fuck,” I exhale. “Don’t…don’t do this to me.”
“What? Punish you?”
