Ava

There was an edge of softness to Elias today. He was focused and spicy, but this was new territory. We'd never played with bondage before. Being completely at his mercy did sound appealing, and while there was a tremendous amount of trust between us, I was still vulnerable. There was no fear, but a hint of hesitancy surfaced.

Elias didn't do anything for a long time. He looked at me to make sure I was alright for the third time this entire evening, and I knew I had to say only one word to stop this. But I didn't want to. He pushed my boundaries and I liked that. I wanted to explore, and I wanted to do it with him.

My breath hitched when he traced his finger on my face, stroking my cheekbone, outlining the shape of my lips, down to the valley between my breasts. He bent down and I stretched up, the cuffs clinking against the metallic pole as our lips met. He pushed me down, sinking his teeth into my neck, then got up.

He looked at me for the fourth time when he hooked his fingers into my shorts. My chest heaved up as I grabbed the pole. "I trust you."

He slung the shorts down my legs along with my underwear and I kicked them away. Spreading my legs apart, wide enough until I arched, his gaze concentrated on the spot between my legs, and the fierce look of domination in his eyes increased. 

When his tongue came in contact with my folds, I withered. He kept my legs apart with his hands, biting down on the inner side of my thigh, not breaking eye contact. I arched my back when his mouth closed on my clit, pulling it slightly. His thumb rubbed my nub, the other hand coming up to cup my breast. The eye contact made the experience a lot more intense and hot, but neither of us looked away.

He gazed down only for a second, then back up. His mouth blew warm air on my sensitive core, and I was helpless to stop my moans. Elias was magic. His hands were magic. His mouth was magic. He tugged at my clit, inserting a finger inside me, then adding another. He pulled my nipple with his other hand, and that tug travelled all throughout my body.

"Hold, Ava." He murmured when my walls clenched around his finger. His lips brushed against my sex, and that made me shut my eyes, shuddering.

"I can't."

"You can. You will." He stretched apart my lips, looking up, grinning. His fingers were replaced by his tongue, and I swear I died at that point.

"Eli, please - fuck, I have to-"

"Since we're trying something new today," He said, getting up on his feet, but his fingers still rubbed me. "I thought I'd forget about the punishments. But there are conditions for that. Make a choice, Ava. Punishment or conditions?"

"What are the c-conditions?" I whimpered.

"You can cum for a total of four times this night, you decide when and how, I won't stop you. But each extra orgasm you have, I add five spanks. I'll not spank you today, but maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. You never know. Is that a deal, amor?"

I felt a wave of pleasure hit me hard as I groaned, turning my head, pushing it in the pillow. My walls grew tired of holding my climax in, so they decided to relieve themselves and fucking shoot out an orgasm before I could think. Elias liked me at his mercy. If he was giving me a free pass for four orgasms, I knew he was planning to give me many more. He wanted to see me struggle and ultimately, punish. I could hold a few, but he didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

"Oops," He grinned. That just confirmed my doubts. He was playing with me. I should have chosen punishment. He wasn't going to make this easy. "Guess you're only left with three now."

"Fuck me." I managed to get out of my mouth, still reeling by the climax.

"All in due course of time. We're not done with the foreplay."

"You want me to lose." I said. "You want me to cum more."

"Of course. The more you cum, the more I feel like a king. You earned an approximate of fifty spanks this week with your attitude, Ava. I'm letting all that go. But I need something." He brushed his knuckles against my sex, making me arch my back in anticipation. 

He unbuttoned his jeans skilfully, pushing them down his knees along with the boxers. His cock stood proudly, big and thick. He was wearing a sliver chain around his neck, and the lack of clothes made it shine out. I felt myself throb. He was so hot I didn't have words.

Elias walked between my thighs again, bending down and resting his elbows on either side of my body. He fluttered kisses down my neck, biting, sucking. "On second thought," He murmured, his erection brushing my folds, making me close my eyes and groan softly. "Fuck the foreplay."

The scream got stuck in my throat when I felt him inside me, halfway at first, then his base against my walls. I shifted my face to bury it in the pillow, but he held my jaw with one hand, forcing me to look in his eyes. His other hand went up to grab the pole, on top of mine, his grip hard. 

His mouth took in my moans as they bruised mine, the ferocity in them a little too much to handle for my lips. The hand gripping my jaw went down, in between our bodies, and rubbed my sex, on top of his cock. He grunted on top me, increasing his pace, bringing both of us to heaven. I held my orgasm in for a long time. He could tell, and he didn't like that. With a final thrust, the one that hit my most pleasurable spot, struggling against the cuffs that still bound my wrists, I withered to ecstasy. Elias followed.

"Let me touch you." I pleaded. "Uncuff me."

"Give me a reason." He kissed down my breasts, playfully biting my hip bone, getting up. Pulling me farther by my hips, making my body stretch painfully, he lined his shaft against my opening for another round.

"I want to." I cried out when he thrust again. "Please-"

"Where's your brat now, Ava?" He dug his fingers into my thighs, aimlessly grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples. His cock fucked me like this was last he would ever do it, and this was only round two. "She's nowhere to be seen. Are you my obedient little girl again?"

"Yes! Yes-" The cuffs dig in my skin, that's how hard I pulling them. My eyelids were half closed, mouth open in a gasp as he hit all of my right spots. He didn't stop for a second, even when he grabbed my thighs, pulling my legs together and pushing them up till my knees rested on either side of my face, he didn't stop. The new angle gave him the chance to go deeper, and he fucking did.

"Clench your walls." He said through gritted teeth. "Squeeze my cock. Show me what a good girl you are."

He threw his head back to groan when my walls clenched around him. I saw his Adam's apple bobble and that was so hot it made me clench again, this time involuntarily. He slapped my chest lightly, his fingers hitting my breasts, making me arch my back in anticipation of getting them hit again. 

I came the third time in a span of ten minutes. I was fucked. Literally.

Elias seemed to have forgotten that, because the next second he uncuffed me, throwing away the cuffs on the bedside table. Not giving me a chance to touch him, he flipped me around, pulling my waist up until I rested on my knees. He pushed my head into the pillow with his hand, coiling it around my hair, then entered me from behind.

"Fuck," He hissed, tightening his grip in my hair, increasing his pace. I screamed in the pillow, resting my hands on either side of my head, but he snatched them away, holding my wrists behind my back. 

"Please-" At this point of time I didn't even know what I was begging for. 

He pulled out the second he climaxed, shooting his cum on my ass. When I felt two of his fingers slide inside me, I climaxed as well. He dropped down on me, pushing himself away to lie on my side, rolling me over to face him. A sheen of sweat coated his forehead as he captured my lips into a toe curling kiss.

"Tired yet?" I teased, chucking when he tightened his hold around my waist in warning. I was spent. I didn't think I could go for it anymore.

"I'm not. Are you?" He kissed my nose, and I melted on the spot. 

"No." I breathed out. "But give me a moment to recover."

"Was this overwhelming? Did I scare you?" His face grew concerned. 

"This was one of the best you've ever fucked me." I grinned. "I like the cuffs. You think we can keep them?"

"Of course." His eyes shone in a wicked gleam. "I knew you would."

"Oh?"

"You like most things I do. I know you, Ava. I know how your brain works and what your body wants. I make you try only those things I know you'll like. That's why I've never gagged you. You won't like it. I don't as well." He said.

"You don't?" I asked, surprised. I flung my leg around his waist and he pulled me closer. "I thought most men liked gagging? And why would I not like it?"

"Some do. I love the sounds you make, I love hearing you scream. Gagging would restrict a source of my pleasure. As to why you won't like it," He licked his bottom lip. "Same reason. You like screaming. You like seeing my expression when I hear you scream."

 I loved how he knew me so well. I loved how he knew things about me that I didn't myself. I rolled on top of him as he grabbed my hips, sliding inside me with a familiar ease. I moaned in his neck, his palms squeezing my cheeks, then slapping one as he increased his pace.

"How many are you left with, Ava?" He murmured huskily, his breath laboured and heavy.

I shut my eyes, clenching my walls on purpose, trying to hold my approaching orgasm. He flipped us over, swallowing my gasp in his mouth, smirking against mine. He knew I was fucked. I had already came four times, but I had no desire to stop. 

"You're done with four. I control the rest." He grunted in my ear. His fingers were wrapped around my breasts, the other hand supporting his weight on the pole. I wouldn't be surprised if it broke. "Let go, baby." He breathed out. "Now."

He stayed inside me even after we both had climaxed. His face was in my neck and he took deep inhales, as if memorising my scent. I didn't think I had much of me left right now, I smelled like him. Maybe that's what he liked. 

"You want to sleep?" He asked, lifting his head up. He balanced his body weight on his elbows, looking at me. His eyes were still dark with desire, and his erection inside me was still hard.

"No." I murmured. I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, I knew that. Elias wasn't going easy but I didn't want to stop.

He smiled, pushing himself deeper. I gasped, arching my back when he tilted my head to the side, and whispered, "Good girl."

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I caught a cold yesterday and my throat hurts too bad. I'd thought of taking a break but then I absolutely loved writing this chapter so I just couldn't stop. Your thoughts?