Elijah

I wasn’t sure about this, but Dawn was asking for it, both with her voice and her body. She had been teasing me again all morning while we worked in the kitchen and the rest of the house. I swear she wore those too-tight yoga pants and try to kill me. Every time she’d bend over, I could see she had no underwear on, and I was hard instantly. I tried to tame my thoughts, but it didn’t work—not with such a vixen teasing me endlessly.

The day before, we had gone to the doctor’s office for Dawn to have a complete checkup, along with Lizzy. Dawn had mentioned wanting to know if she was able to carry children if we chose to later. With our daughter still so young, we didn’t want one right away, but I was thrilled Dawn was thinking about it. More than thrilled, actually.

If she did have any issues that were fixable, we wanted to take the steps now while we could, and not be in a hurry to do so later when we knew we wanted more. I’m not sure what her doctor told her, but she came out all smiles. Dawn wouldn’t let me in there, which I could understand. I didn’t need to be, but would have if she’d asked. I had to guess that whatever they talked about, it was good.

I was thrilled Dawn could be in a doctor’s office without me in her sight, showing me she was healing—moving on from the tragic life she had been forced to live.

“Do you want more children, Elijah?” Dawn asked as we were enjoying a movie late one afternoon. The sun was shining through the window while Lizzy played with a few of her toys on the floor close by. She was getting big way too fast.

“If you want to, absolutely,” I had answered, looking at her with my entire attention.

“I think I do,” she mused aloud. “I mean, I didn’t ever think I would be able to have one after the one I lost, but with Elizabeth, I can see me having at least one.”

“We can try, at least. If you can’t, we can adopt,” I answered. I didn’t mind adopting one bit. We had already adopted Lizzy, and it wouldn’t take much to adopt another—or two.

Lizzy was growing, gaining weight like a normal baby would. She was behind in a few motor skills, but it wasn’t anything to worry about. She was six months old and was now just able to sit up by herself, but she was the happiest baby we could have asked for. She fussed a little with teething but she had yet to get sick, which was good considering she was so small at birth. Lilly had gotten a nasty cold shortly after Christmas, and I had worried Lizzy would catch it, but she never did.

Lizzy had left with my mother, having a girl’s day, and Dawn had been set on teasing me all morning. I couldn’t help but pounce on her when the moment came.

She had just shut the front door when I pinned her up against it, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. She lightly squeaked in fright before relaxing against me with a smug smile.

“Are you trying to test me?” I whispered near her ear, pushing my hard cock into her core.

“No, Sir,” she answered all too sweetly with a smug smile still in place. She pushed back against me, almost making me to moan. Swallowing, I moved back a step, still keeping Dawn pinned to the door. I looked her up and down, imagining her naked and sprawled out before me. I could see her bent over the couch, or my desk, with her ass sticking out, waiting for me.

“Are you really sure you want to do this?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and collected, letting her take control for the moment, but also letting my Dom voice come out. I knew she would never allow me to be her Master, and I was okay with that.

“Absolutely, Sir,” Dawn replied, going straight into sub mode, but not dropping her eyes from my own. My cock twitched.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” I said, letting go of her hands. I knew this was coming, but I wasn’t sure if she was up to it yet, or if she really knew what was expected. “If this is what you want, I will be more than happy to oblige, but if not, you have to let me know now before we go any further, Dawn.”

Instead of replying, she kneeled in front of me in the most perfect pose I could ever ask for. She had her hands, palms down, on her bent knees. Her hair was tied back in a simple braid which fell over her shoulder, and she kept her head down. Her knees were only an inch apart.

I couldn’t wait to see her in other waiting positions, but not today.

“I am here to please you, Sir,” she said in a low voice filled with lust. She remained in position, not moving other than to breathe.

"I want you naked, kneeling by the bed within three minutes,” I said, thinking of which toys to bring down from my playroom, hoping I was making the right decision on this. I was afraid it was too soon, but she was in an overly good mood today, so hopefully she wouldn’t have any issues.

Without saying a word, Dawn stood and made her way upstairs. I could hear her soft footsteps once she reached the landing.

Giving her some time to both strip and make sure her thoughts were on what was to come, I made my way to the playroom.

With a deep breath, I grabbed a silk rope, and the smallest butt plug, along with some lube, just to see what she should do. I wasn’t sure I would even use either of them on her at this time. Whips were out of the question. I don’t think I could bring myself to ever use them on her.

Making my way back downstairs, I entered the bedroom. There, by the bed, kneeled my girl in the same way she had taken downstairs, but naked. Setting the items down on the side dresser, I began to strip my clothes. I could hear Dawn’s breathing pick up as I unzipped my pants, and I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction.

“What color are you?” I asked, taking off my boxers.

“Green, Ma . . . Sir,” she said.

“If you would like, you can all me Sir, or Mr. Brown,” I said, giving the option. I loved the way Master almost fell from her lips just moments earlier.

“Sir,” she said with a sexy smile, glancing up at me through her eyelashes.

“I am very pleased with you, kitten,” I said, running the pad of my finger along her cheek. I could see my praise was much needed, as her face brightened instantly. “Now.” I lifted her head up with my finger under her chin. “I want my cock in your mouth.”

Without any prompts, she licked the tip, making me hiss before she took me halfway in. Without any foreplay, she sucked on me, making me to moan deep in my throat. She was testing my control, and we had only just started.

“Slower,” I ground out, tangling my hands in her hair, not caring if it got messed up.

She slowed, licking the underside of my cock, right along the vein. I wanted to pound into her warm wet mouth, but held myself back, letting her tease me, bringing me to the edge before I pulled her head back by her hair. I took a small step back from her. This wasn’t about my pleasure.

“Up on the bed. Lie on your back,” I demanded.

It didn’t take her long before she lay there—still, but not as relaxed.

“Color?” I asked, walking up to her and rubbing her legs up and down.

“Yellow,” she said, closing her eyes.

“Can you tell me why?” I asked, needing to know what was going on in her mind.

She took a deep breath before opening her eyes, meeting my own. “I’m okay,” she said, not answering my question.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I wasn’t going to proceed if she wasn’t one hundred percent sure. I knew there would be times she would get lost in her thoughts, and wouldn’t be able to get through any scenes. I knew I should demand more of an explanation from her, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“Yes,” she hissed, drawing my attention to her. She had her hands down by her sides, holding onto the blanket for dear life. Her eyes filled with fear, but also determination. I could tell right away something was wrong, and I refused to allow her to push herself like this. Yes, it was always wonderful to see a sub push through any fear, but with Dawn’s history, I wouldn’t allow it—not today.

“I call red,” I said, sitting down by her waist. Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head.

“Please, no,” she cried, trying to turn her body away from me.

“Dawn,” I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind, my erection softening as I did what I could to soothe my girl. I hated her tears, but it was a healing process. It always would be.

* * *

Dawn

I thought I could handle it. I don’t know why my past had to come out right then, when I was fine just minutes earlier. I wanted to please him, to bring him to the edge of sensation like he had done for me countless of times. Sure, we had a few nights where we were both satisfied, but I was ready for more—or at least I thought I was. My needs were stronger and growing every day. When I looked at him, I wouldn’t help but want more of him in every way.

“I want you on that bed,” the man said.

I slowly lay on the bed, hoping he’d just get it done and over with. My ribs were tender, and so were my legs from the last client. The hallways and other rooms were quiet, as it was earlier than normal to perform services. I didn’t think anything of it, as it had happened a few times here and there.

I hated the quiet, and that alone made me feel on edge. I could see Galvin standing in the doorway with a pleased look on his face as the man above me rammed his dick into me none too gently.

Tears gathered in my eyes; I was dry as a desert but didn’t voice anything. Apparently, the man didn’t like that, as he moved his hands up to my neck and put pressure against me, making black spots appear.

“Shh, Dawn, I got you,” Elijah said, soothing me as he held me from behind.

“Music, please,” I sobbed out, needing something other than the quiet of the room.

“Of course,” Elijah said, moving and leaning over the bed to get his phone. It was only a moment later when Iron and Wine began to play that I slowly relaxed, letting Elijah’s hold calm me some.

After a few moments, when my breathing was calmer and the tears had dried, Elijah spoke. “What happened?”

“It was too quiet,” I answered simply and quietly. “I can’t do the quiet, I guess.”

“Okay. I’ll make sure to put music on if you ever want to do that again, before anything else,” he agreed easily. “Music can also enhance the enjoyment.”

“I’m sorry,” I said sadly, turning around to face him. His arms never left me, hugging me close to him. “I really wanted to play. I want to show you that I can be the sub you need.” I was more upset at myself than anything.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he said, kissing me on the head. “It will take time, and I don’t need you doing my every command. I have loved what we have been able to do.” He paused. “And you’re perfect the way you are.”

“I should be able to,” I huffed out, burying my face against his bare chest.

“You will, in time. We have to work slow, take one step at a time before leaping,” Elijah soothed me. “You will get there. It’s a process, and with what you went through, I don’t expect you to be able to just jump right in. I’m happy that you even want to try, and that’s what counts.”

“I love you,” I sighed, looking up at him.

“I love you too,” he replied before gently kissing my lips.

I felt off and upset at myself. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew Elijah was right. I had to give it time. Maybe the next time we had a few hours to ourselves, we could try again. Or, maybe Kelly and Kaleb’s offer still stood—I could watch them do a scene, so I knew what to expect.

We ended up falling asleep, hanging onto one another. Elijah was up first, letting me sleep longer as he took a shower and got the room picked up the room before I ever got up. I found him naked, just getting out of the shower when I entered.

Not able to help myself, I took his soft dick in my hand, enjoying the feel. I felt smug when he grew and groaned, leaning his head against the top of my head.

“If you start, you have to finish it,” he muttered happily.

I was more than happy to, bringing him a fast relief before taking a shower myself.

Once we were both ready, we headed out to pick up Lizzy from Joslyn. She could have easily brought her home, but Elijah said he needed to get out of the house for just a few minutes, so we both decided to go.

The late March sky was overcast with dark clouds from the incoming storm that was to bring us a few inches of snow and slick, icy roads. It wasn’t predicted to start snowing until late that night, so we had plenty of time

“Can you get your phone and put it in your socks?” Elijah asked, glancing up at the rearview mirror again. He kept looking at them more often than usual.

I did as he said, digging my phone from my purse and sticking it in my sock, keeping it safely hidden. I hardly ever turned it on, since anyone who wanted to get hold of me called Elijah. I always tended to leave my phone either in my purse or in the bedroom, except when Elijah went out. I gave him a look—he was stiff and on edge.

“There’s someone following us,” he said, taking a turn along a different street. “I don’t know what they’re up to, but I’m not leading them to my mother’s house.”

I looked behind us, seeing a black car following.

Picking up his own phone, he called Kaleb, telling him where we were and to track the car’s location as he took turns that led us away from his parents. He slowly sped up, increasing his speed. His voice was rough with nerves, and possibly thrill. He was an FBI agent, and from what I had seen on TV, they liked the feel of the chase; but usually, the rules were reversed.

“I’m going to take you back home and have Joslyn keep Lizzy,” Elijah said, taking a sharp turn around a corner as the car behind us caught up.

“Who is it?” I asked, not sure if wanted to know the answer.

“Morgan,” Elijah answered, sending a bolt of fear down my spine. “Hang on.”

There wasn’t really much to hang onto, as he turned another corner, peeling out as the back tires screeched before he gunned it again, going down a different road. I gripped the handle on the door with one hand, and with the other, I grabbed onto the seat belt as I was roughly forced to the side as he turned the corner. Both my hands were white as I held on for what felt like my life.

Once he got the car straightened out, another came out of the trees fast, hitting us on the front fender sideways, making us to swerve off the road and into a ditch, rolling once. My head hit the side door window. We were going too fast for Elijah to brake safely to try to slow the collision.

The airbags blew, hitting me in the face and blocking my vision from the front and side. Everything began to blur together.

The sound of the front window breaking reached my ears with the impact as the car rolled on its side. The roof gave in against the ground. There was a thud as the other side flipped over. The car bounced, once, twice, before stopping, motionless. My heart pounded, and I could feel a trickle of blood down the side of my face.

The last thing I heard before everything went dark was Elijah.

“Shit!”