Camilla

 

Lust flickers in Ellis’s eyes as his hand reaches out for me. He’s handsome as always in a pair of dark jeans and a thin black sweater. Placing my hand in his, I stand and gaze up at him.

“Here’s the deal,” he says. “Since Liam doesn’t know Beatrice well, I’m going to have us do what I have planned now before it gets too late.

“She has my number, so if there are any problems at all, she can reach me. We’ll come back inside in an hour or so to put Liam to bed. I already promised to read him a bedtime story.”

He smiles, and the way his eyes display happiness when he speaks of his nephew does something to my heart. This man is an enigma I can’t stay away from.

“OK, and thank you for thinking of him.” As we leave the dining room and reenter the grand hall, I hear the TV in the family room where Liam is watching a movie with Beatrice.

It’s difficult to resist stopping in there to give him a kiss, but I’m trying to learn to coddle him less.

“Wait here,” Ellis says before striding away. As always, I stand in awe in the amazing space. The staircase we take every day is across from me, and the sun is setting through the windows behind it, casting an orange glow over the magnificent room.

Ellis strolls back with a black trench coat and hands it to me. “Go to your room, and undress until you’re nude. Put on a pair of heels, and return in only this coat.”

“Are we going out in public?”

“No. Now, do as I said. I want plenty of time with your nakedness.”

His words open the gate for my nerves. They scurry beneath my skin, multiplying as the word spreads about the party we’re about to attend. Not wanting to appear eager, I delay running up the stairs until I’m out of his sight.

Once undressed, I go to my closet and find black heels that match the coat. Thankfully, I have a few pairs from working at Octavia. I cinch the belt around my waist and head back downstairs, taking each slick step carefully.

A faint smile edges from his lips as he eyes me. He takes my hand and leads me toward the back of the home until the sound of the television has faded away. We stop at two glass doors, and turning back to me, Ellis cups my cheeks.

“We’re going to my guest house. It’s a playroom, but you can think of it more like our little hideaway, where I can do with you as I please.”

“Is that why there were workers back there? Were they getting it ready?”

“Yes. Ever since I told you the terms.”

“You’ve known for that long what you were going to do with me?”

“Yes, and I’ve fantasized about it every day since, especially after having a sampling of you. Now, once we step out this door, don’t question me. You do as I say. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Where the hell did that come from? Yes, Sir?

He swallows hard, and it’s satisfying to see I have an effect on him, too. Gripping my hand, he leads me into the cool air and onto the patio. Since I’m seeing it for the first time, I survey the area.

There’s a fireplace encased in stone and plenty of outdoor furniture. What looks like a bar is set up, too, and I wonder if Ellis even uses this space since he’s not someone I envision hosting a party.

Once we’re off the patio, we walk along a sidewalk to the guest house that’s tucked away to the left, about one hundred feet behind the main home.

He pulls a set of keys from his pocket, and as he sticks one in the lock, I lose my breath and fear my heart might beat out of my chest. The feeling reminds me of the first time I danced at Octavia.

He steps inside and pulls me behind him. A light is switched on, and I’m surprised when I see a small kitchen and a dinette set to my left. There are stainless steel appliances, like in the main home, and the counters are a sleek black.

Beyond the kitchen is a living room with a black leather sectional that is covered in red and grey pillows. A glass table sits in front of it, and there’s a large television hanging on the wall.

Still clutching my hand between his, he brings it up and kisses it.

“Come on. There’s more to see.” He starts down a hallway and points to the first door on the right. “Spare bedroom.”

Straight across from that room is another door, and Ellis pushes it open. Stepping inside, I’m first surprised by the size of it, especially the length. It stretches far back, maybe forty feet to the right.

I look to my left and eye a wall of hanging contraptions. I can identify several of the items from having worked at Octavia.

Many of the dancers at the club engaged in BDSM with our clients off-site, so they would often tell stories and show me things on their phones when I was curious as to what they were speaking of.

I can’t say I haven’t been intrigued, but never have I thought it’s something I would enjoy. That is, until Ellis blindfolded me.

I never dreamed I’d like it, but I did. My senses were beyond heightened, and I can still recall how his cock felt in my hands and mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

Strolling over to the wall, my fingers glide over a flogger.

“How your cock felt in my hands and tasted in my mouth the day you blindfolded me in my study.”

My arm is grabbed, and I’m spun around. Yanking me to him, Ellis smothers my mouth with a kiss. A hand fists my hair while the other squeezes my ass through the coat.

Groaning, he comes up for air and pierces me with a look of anger, something I wasn’t expecting.

“You’re to relinquish control in this room, not try to gain it.”

“I was only answering your question honestly. I’m sorry.” My gaze drops to the floor as I feel shame for disappointing him.

He unties my coat and peels it over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I begin to tremble, feeling cold, as well, but I resist the urge to cross my arms.

“Your body is sensational, but there’s something I want you to wear over it.” Walking away, he goes to a dresser at the right where we came in.

While I wait, I view the room before me. I’m standing on a shiny black floor, and most everything in the room is either black, grey or red.

Crimson roses are in glass vases on two dressers and a nightstand by the bed. Picking up a black velvet box, Ellis strolls over to me.

“This is a gift, and you will wear it every time we’re in this room.” Taking it from him, I steal a glimpse at his eyes, trying to gauge his mood. He doesn’t seem angry now, but tonight he’s serious Ellis.

Popping open the long box, I cover my chest with my hand as I discover a stunning necklace. A pear-shaped ruby is dangling below a sparkling round diamond. It drops from a platinum chain and is exquisite.

“It’s beautiful … Sir.” I lift my eyes again, and although he doesn’t speak, the appreciation is evident in his gaze. I’ve yet to figure out all the reasons I want to please him, but I can’t stop myself from making the effort.

“Turn, and I’ll put it on you.” Doing as he instructs, I pivot and hold up my long hair. As soon as it’s clasped, I can’t resist touching it at my chest. “Let me see.”

I turn back, and his eyes fall to it. He’s staring keenly, and I wish I knew his thoughts. “It was made for you,” he utters. “Let me show you around.”

With my hand in his, he leads me farther into the room. About midway, black metal framework, which is slotted and a couple of feet wide, runs across the ceiling and down each wall to my right and left.

“What will you do with that?” I ask while pointing.

“I’ll tie items to it that I can then tie to you.”

I nod, unsure of what my head thinks while my hand wants to give a fist bump. The pulsing between my legs, which I so often feel around Ellis, has returned full-strength.

Walking ahead, I admire the king-size bed that’s centered to my left. It’s adorned with a black duvet and silver pillows.

A full-length leaning mirror, also in silver, is propped against the wall across from the bed. It’s intricately designed, giving the sensual room an elegant feel.

“That door there is a bathroom, and the one to the left is a walk-in closet you’ll soon be familiar with. Aside from today, when you come in this room you are to wear something from that closet. You get to choose, but right now I want you naked.”

Lacing our fingers, he walks us to the bed. There’s something about the way he joined our hands that makes me feel safer. It’s as if he’s letting me know we’re doing this together.

Once we’re at the side of the bed, he gives me a soft kiss. It’s faint, and as his lips brush back and forth across mine, I remember what he promised to do to me tonight.

Releasing my hand, he folds back the duvet and top sheet. “Climb up, and lie on your back.”

Once I’m positioned on the center of the mattress, I wait impatiently as Ellis strolls to a dresser by the mirror across from me. He returns and tosses grey rope next to my leg.

With his gaze boring into mine, he begins stripping his clothes at the foot of the bed. His loafers are toed off, socks removed next, and the front of his hair sticks up in a sexy, haphazard way after he takes off his black sweater.

Folding it, he sets it on a bench at his feet and then removes his jeans and boxer briefs. He’s taking his time, attempting to taunt me, and it’s working.

Coming around to the side of me, he picks up some of the rope. “Hands above your head.” I raise them, and he pins my wrists together before he ties them to two spindles on the headboard.

I look up and watch him form an elaborate knot I can’t get out of. My heartbeat races, and my breaths become quicker, too.

“I’m nervous,” I whisper.

His lips skim over my ear before his breath fills it.

“Don’t be. I’m going to make you come hard and more than once. Pick a safe word.”

Grabbing the last two bunches of rope from the bed, he eyes my legs. “Bend your knees up to your chest. Now, let them fall open but keep them bent.”

Placing the rope over my shin, he then wraps it behind my thigh and to the front again before he ties the two ends together. After examining his work, he repeats it on the other leg.

“What’s your word going to be?”

“Marshmallow.”

He smirks. “We’ll discuss the reason for that later.”

I’m now bound to where I can’t straighten my legs. Feeling exposed more than ever, I jerk on my wrists, but they won’t budge.

“Don’t shut your thighs. If you do, I will add an extra spanking to the ones you’re already receiving tonight.”

Crawling across the bed, he aligns himself between my legs. On all fours, he dips his head and brushes his mouth across my stomach. His arms bend so he can move lower, and he drags his tongue once down my pussy.

I start to snap my thighs shut from the tickle of it, but I recall what he said and stop myself. I don’t know how many spankings he plans to deliver, or how hard he will hit, so I have no desire to add another one to the count.

Dropping to his forearms, he settles between my legs, and spreading me open, he skims his fingers down my slit before he shoves them in his mouth and drags them back out.

“Mmm … you’re already wet and taste sweet. You might be nervous, but you trust that I’m going to make you feel good.”

Getting back to it, he spreads me open more, and almost too faint to feel it, he touches my clit with his tongue. He skims around it before flicking it lightly.

“No, no, no, faster,” I say.

“Are you telling me what to do?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Applying a little more pressure, he circles my clit again, but as soon as the pleasure begins to rise, he backs off. Getting the urge to grab his hair and push him down so he will lick me harder, I jerk again on my arms.

“I feel like you’re resisting me and what I want to do to you.”

“No, Sir. I only want more.”

“And I want you to relax and let it build gradually. I should’ve blindfolded you. Close your eyes.”

“Yes, Sir.” Settling against the bed, I let my eyelids shut. I breathe in and out, focusing only on what he’s doing to me.

Envisioning his wet mouth, I imagine how my juices are coating the outside of it. I picture the tip of his tongue tracing my clit, and I can see his pressed fingertips against my pink flesh as they pull me open. I moan, not only imagining but feeling how his tongue pushes inside my tight pussy.

“Yes,” I say through a whimper. His tongue darts in and out of me several times before he drags it back up to my clit.

He twirls it around the opening, and the sensations are intensifying, growing with every stroke. My release is imminent as I focus on all the exquisite things his mouth can do.

Without warning, he slides two fingers inside me. He hooks them around toward my front wall and begins pressing against my G-spot.

Lord, he knows what he’s doing. The pleasure quadruples in intensity as he pumps his fingers and flicks his tongue at my clit.

“Oh, I’m so close.” Moaning, I struggle to find the air to speak. “Please, Sir, may I come?”

“Yes. Come now, my Rose,” he says, his voice muffled. He won’t let up, pressing my G-spot until it’s close to painful. He repeats the same phrase, over and over again, as I revel in my orgasm.

Growling, he releases me. I open my eyes and see him rising to his knees. His mouth is soaked, and his hair is a sexy mess. God, he’s so handsome.

His long cock is stiff, and in seconds, he’s pressing his palms against my knees and driving my legs toward my chest.

“Condom,” I utter.

“No.” His lips purse, and I’m stunned silent before he slides his dick inside me. Letting his head fall back, he glides it in and out in a steady motion, and now he’s the one doing as he instructed; he’s focusing on how this feels, likely imagining my soaked pussy taking in every inch of him.

He pulls out almost all the way before he thrusts hard, and fills me so full. “I love fucking your cunt. Damn, I love it.” Gripping my knees tight, he slams into me, striving for an orgasm.

It’s not long before he stills and groans, coming deep inside me. Thank the heavens I took pain meds today. He has no mercy on my body, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once he’s caught his breath, he unties my legs and wrists. I stretch as he moves to the side of the bed.

“Lie over my lap.”

“Right now?”

“What did I say about questioning me?” Without responding, I drop my gaze and step off the bed. I can’t believe I’m voluntarily giving my ass up for a spanking. I think his hard fucks shook my brain loose.

Standing next to his legs, I gnaw on my lip and stare down at the bead of cum still on the tip of his cock. Since I’m not moving, he takes it upon himself to flip me over his lap.

I can’t help but squeal, so he places his hand over my mouth while bracing the back of my thighs with the other.

“I’ll gag you if you’re not quiet. If you cry out while I spank you, I will add another one.”

I nod, and he removes his hand from my mouth. Placing it over my upper back, he then swats my ass. I buck from the sting of it, so he braces me tighter.

He strikes me again, across both my cheeks, and only a few seconds pass before he repeats it. “I’ve lost count of the times you’ve challenged me since we met, so I’m going to go easy on you and spank you only ten times.”

He continues, and each strike is more intense than the last. Tears well up in my eyes from the blood rushing to my head and from the sting to my ass.

The confusion of it all is leaving me emotional, too. I’m in pain, yet I like giving him this control, ultimately pleasing him, and it reminds me of when I tried to please another man close to him. I was determined to do it no matter the cost, and I was left devastated. Will Ellis break me that way, too?

I cry out on the ninth hit, feeling the burn. “Did you think I was bluffing? Now you get eleven.” He massages my cheeks before landing the final two blows. I taste blood once he’s finished, and I realize I’ve bitten into my lip.

As he massages my ass, he strokes my back. His fingers move up into my hair, and he plays with it, relaxing me a bit. The next thing I feel are his fingers pushing inside me.

It takes only seconds before I shove my ass up, yearning for more of the pleasure. The sudden intrusion of his finger inside my mouth startles me. “Suck,” he orders. I do, and he groans before pulling it free from my lips and sliding it between my ass cheeks.

I wobble a bit on his lap, so he opens his legs some to balance me better. Swirling the tip of his finger around my asshole, he groans again. “I can’t wait to fill this tight hole with my cock. Have you ever been fucked there before?”

“No, Sir.” I moan from the pleasure of his fingers working over my pussy while his others play with my asshole. He inserts a fingertip, and it’s my undoing.

“Baby, come now.”

I orgasm, and I think my head could explode from being tilted over.

“Come on my fingers, my Rose. One day soon, you’re going to orgasm on command by hearing only those words.”

My body quivers, and I’m completely under his power. He’s controlling my body, possibly my mind, and what’s terrifying is how he’s affecting my heart.

His fingers slip from me, and he stands me up. As he watches, I pull the hair away from my wet face, and upon Ellis seeing my tears, he wipes them from my cheeks, furrowing his brow in the process.

Without uttering a word, he lifts me and lays me back on the bed. His body covers mine, and with his cock hard again, he sheaths himself inside me. There’s no barrier between us, and although it’s risky, I can’t deny it feels sensational.

Wrapping his hand around my wrists, he pins them above my head and rocks his scorching naked body against mine. He palms my breast and massages it as his tongue eases between my lips.

It explores and strokes gingerly, and having him take my body this way, so deliberately, causes it to tremble. It’s as if he planned the entire scene and wants someone watching to witness this final show of ownership.

His lips trail down my neck and to my chest before his smoldering mouth suckles my nipple, his movements slow and direct. Holy shit, the buildup of this sex is like nothing I’ve experienced.

His hardness ebbs and flows inside my pussy, never picking up speed, until all at once, his fingers clamp tighter around my wrists. I float in euphoria as our orgasms collide, and through it all, his lips stay pressed to my burning skin.

He’s done it.

I submitted.

He claimed me.

Ellis Burke’s wish to possess my mind, body and soul is coming true.