Page 76 of Elijah’s Whim

Hannah froze mid-action of laying the robe neatly on the chair when she heard the sound, and even I had to admit, it was a dirty trick I’d just pulled. If I really wanted to win this round, I could count her out right here. She’d never be on the bed before I hit five because she stalled to look back when she heard the belt snap.

But she seemed to realize the error of her ways right as the evil grin spread across my lips, and then, in a move that surprised the hell out of me, she took two long strides and dived for the bed like a World Series slugger reaching for home plate. She hit the bed with an oompf and rolled to her back, scooting her legs around forty-five degrees to be in the exact position I instructed.

“Five. Holy shit, that was incredible! You are seriously the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Do you know that?”

After filling the flute completely, I handed Hannah the champagne glass and undressed while she calmed down from her epic dive across the room. I chuckled a few times, picturing what she’d just done. My dick was so hard it was nearly pointing at the ceiling when I released it from the confines of my boxer briefs. Those damn things were like torture devices once I had an erection.

“I’m going to need another, I think,” Hannah said, holding her already empty glass out to me. “No, you’d better give me the bottle if that is going inside me after not having sex for so long.”

I climbed onto the bed beside her with the bottle and filled her glass. “This is the last for you, young lady. I never see you drink, and I want you clearheaded for this.” I took a big swig straight from the bottle before setting it on the nightstand, then stretched out beside her while she enjoyed her drink—and, apparently, judging by the way she was eye fucking me, the view.

“Do you like what you see, beautiful?” I taunted, reaching down and casually stroking my cock a few times. With a thud, I let the steely shaft bounce onto my abs when I released my grip.

Her eyes shot up to mine. “Does that hurt? When you do that?”

Slowly, I shook my head. My grin grew as I watched her process the information and the fact that she couldn’t stop sneaking peeks.

“Beauty, look all you want. I love that hungry look on your face. Don’t feel like you’re doing something wrong.”

“Your body is so perfect. I can’t stop staring at you.”

“That’s good, baby. You can look at me while you come for me.”

“Elijah…”

“Is your cunt wet?”

Those damn impossibly wide eyes studied me, but she didn’t answer.

“Answer me, or I’ll make you show me. You can stand beside the bed here and touch your toes, and I’ll look until I’m satisfied. Pick. Answer me or show me.”

For the second time already this evening, she blew my fucking mind when she got off the bed, looked right at me, and then turned her back to me. With one more saucy look over her shoulder, she bent at the waist and gave me a view so stellar my mouth went dry.

“Sweet mother of God.” I don’t know… Was it wrong to think the word God while staring at a woman’s cunt? A pussy so pink and dewy and sweet smelling that there wasn’t another thing perfect enough to compare it to?

“Stand up.”

I waited for her to do as I instructed, and then I asked her, “Do you have a hair tie?”

Most women always had one on their wrist, but because she handled food, my woman didn’t always subscribe to the usual trappings of other women. This time, she happened to have what I was looking for, though.

She pulled the band off her wrist and handed it to me over her shoulder. I gathered her hair down her back and quickly braided it in one thick braid. From Bas having Vela in his life, we all were subjected to having a little girl around us at various times. Also, enjoying tying women up and using various equipment for sexual fun and games, it was beneficial to know how to accomplish a braid.

“Now, back down at the waist the way you were. Step apart here.” I nudged her ankle with my toes. “About four more inches, beauty. Perfect.”

I ran two fingers down her spine from her hairline to her tailbone. Again. A third time.

On the next pass, I used my fingernails to lightly scratch.

“Hannah.”

Second pass… “Rochelle.”

Third pass… “Farsey.”

By that point, she had nice, red welts blooming along her spine, even though I never scratched harder than a light scrape. I took one more swipe while I made the actual point of the entire exercise.

“It’s quite possible that you have the sexiest and most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”