Page 48 of Elijah’s Whim

Every time I thought it or said it, the claim felt more right.

Mine.

I hiked one knee onto the mattress, rested it by her hip, and looked seriously into her ocean-blue eyes.

“What are your thoughts here?” I asked her pointedly.

I wasn’t used to having to negotiate how far things were going to go, or not go, in the bedroom. Other than the time with Hensley, I’d spent the better part of a decade doing who and what I wanted…and when I wanted to do it. There might be some missteps in my near future as I dipped my toes back into the relationship waters.

Again, only if that was what this queen wanted.

And if I was the one she wanted it with.

“Thoughts regarding what? I mean, be specific, man. I have so many, many thoughts.” She had the gall to reach both arms above her head and stretch like the little kitty I kept mentally comparing her to.

I narrowed my eyes in her direction and dropped my voice into the deepest range I could manage. “I want to fuck you, girl.”

My cock gave an involuntary lurch in my slacks, and I swore I could feel vital blood nourishing every vessel there. I kept my stare fixed on her, cataloging her reactions as she became aroused again.

Her lips parted, her pupils dilated in the dim light, her gorgeous—and I’m talking fucking phenomenally gorgeous—tits heaved and dipped with each cycle of breath, and her spine arched and stretched in direct relation to her breathing.

When I got to the heaven between her legs, I found my voice again.

“Hannah,” I issued from deep in my chest.

“Wha-What?” she panted. She liked knowing I was watching her. Which, in turn, aroused me that much more. I rubbed my dick through the impossibly tight fabric of my pants. The damn things needed to go before I lost blood flow to essential parts.

“Keep still,” I said calmly but very seriously.

“What?” she asked while scissoring her thighs.

I slapped her thigh on the fleshiest part in a way that sounded much louder than it stung.

“Elijah! Why did you do that? Shit.”

“When we’re in this room, beauty, do as you’re told the first time. If you can’t follow instructions, I can tie you down until you can. Do you understand me?”

“I don’t think you had to—”

“Do you understand?” I asked in the same tone.

Unless I was playing with an experienced sub, it normally took two or three times repeating a question before she caught on to her expected response. Hannah and I had already been through these verbal exercises outside the bedroom. She should—and that was a very big should—already be responding properly.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me with an expression I’d seen many times before on different faces. The internal war. Argue for the sake of arguing or give me what I was asking for and get what she wanted too. Some came to the decision quicker than others. Some fought until the end of the night when we both collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

I was praying she wasn’t going to go down that path.

The fighters were always fun if that was what I was in the mood for, but there was no way Hannah was going to fight. She needed relief too badly. Edging her earlier was a smart call.

“Talk to me, Hannah.”

“I understand. But I want to say something else. Is that allowed?”

“Everything’s allowed.”

“Well, that’s not true. Look what just happened when I rubbed my freakin’ legs together.”

“After you were told to be still. All you have to do is follow directions, and I promise you will be overwhelmed with pleasure every single time you put yourself in my hands.” I stroked some strands of hair back from her face. “How does that sound?”