Ava

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked me, pouring me a shot even though I hadn't asked him to.

"Beer for now. I'm waiting for someone." I said to him over the music.

It was loud, and since I wasn't in the mood to dance, I didn't like it. My dress was pretty decent for a club, a strapless black dress that reached the middle of my thighs. I didn't carry my phone. I wanted to be away from technology at this moment. Away from work.

"A woman should never be made to wait." I heard a voice behind me. There was no need to look. By the shivers that ran down my body, I didn't need a single glance to know who it was.

"Yeah? Tell that to my boyfriend." I said.

"He must be pretty busy if he's letting you sit here all by yourself." The said guy sat down in front of me, a smile adorning his face. A pair of ripped jeans encased his thick, powerful thighs. The leather jacket thrown so casually over his shoulders made him look dangerous. And the way his brown eyes glinted, almost turning dark, told me all I needed to know.

"He must." I murmured.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

"Veronica. What's yours?"

He grinned. "Caleb."

I bit back a chuckle. "Are you waiting for someone, Caleb?"

"My girlfriend. Seems like we're both in the same situation." He snapped his gaze to the bartender when he came to us again, ordering a glass of whiskey for himself. "Are you going to finish that?" He pointed to my glass.

"Maybe. Why? You interested?"

"In you? Or the beer?" He raised an eyebrow.

I didn't hide my smile. "The beer."

"No."

He brought his glass up to his lips, looking at me. "Your boyfriend must be a hell lucky guy."

"He is." I leaned back, smiling teasingly. "I am too. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a teacher." He replied.  

"Oh? What do you teach?"

"Anything you want. Maybe I could be yours." He leaned back on his stool, very slowly licking his bottom lip, all the while looking in my eyes. His knee brushed against mine, and he used it to spread my legs apart, moving his between my thighs. "If you let me."

"Are you a good teacher?" I tilted my head, my eyes twinkling. Holding a gasp when I felt his knee brush my inner thigh, pretty close to my core, I saw him smiling from the corner of my eye.

"I have a lot of things to teach. You'll enjoy every second of it, Veronica."

Half an hour later we were stumbling inside his apartment, our lips locked together. His mouth moved against mine in a very familiar, yet different way. Every kiss with him felt different. Everything with him was exciting, whether we explored, or we did something we'd already tried.

He grabbed my jaw and pushed my face away, turning me around and pressing me into the wall. "You said you wanted rougher." I felt my earlobe being tugged harshly, making me close my eyes and rest my hands on the wall. "Did you mean that?"

"Yes." I groaned when he swept my hair away and bit down on my neck. 

Elias pulled away, making me whine in protest. My neck was grabbed tightly and I was turned back around just as fast. "Do not whine in front of me, Ava. You will take whatever I give you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes." I whispered.

"I want you naked on my bed in fifteen seconds. In the guest room." He said. I blinked, and he raised an eyebrow at me. "Ten now."

I ran to the guest bedroom faster than I thought I could and stripped. Of course the zipper to my dress stuck. The bed bounced beneath me as I dropped down, and that's when the door to the room opened again, this time being kicked close and locked, even though we were the only people in the house.

"Repeat your safe word for me, amor." He murmured as his strong legs stopped in front of the bedside drawer, and he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, making me grin. He saw, and smiled back, but it felt more wicked than warm. As if he knew something I didn't.

"Dusk." I repeated, giving him my hands.

What I hadn't been expecting was for him to take out a cloth from the drawer, push my bound hands up to attach them to the pole, pull my legs to make my body stretch, and use the cloth to cover my eyes.

And what I couldn't have expected in another million years was the sound of a vibration pretty close my body. Then directly on my core.

My body shot up. Elias didn't seem to be in a mood for foreplay or building up the tension, because he'd set the highest speed for the vibrator, and didn't waste any time in teasing me. He wanted rough and dirty tonight.

"Are you a good student, amor?" I heard him ask, feeling his breath against my inner thighs. A while later I felt his teeth tug my skin.

"Depends on how good the teacher is." I groaned softly when I felt the pressure building in my stomach. 

"Mhm? I expect you to be on your best behaviour in that case." His tongue came in contact with my folds and I whimpered. I didn't know how he expected me to last. 

He didn't stop until he made sure I couldn't hold it anymore. I was withering, struggling against the cuffs, and I knew he liked that. The hand that wasn't holding the vibrator came up to cup my breast, then further up until his fingers rested on my lips. I opened my mouth and the next second two of his fingers invaded my privacy, one I didn't mind. He wasn't gentle as he shoved them further down, then took them out just as soon and pressed them against my clit.

"Cum, now."

After I'd had the first mind blowing climax session of this night and was taking a moment to recover, I heard the sound of a zipper flying off, clothes hitting the ground. Elias grabbed my waist, and I felt him slide the cuffs further above on the pole. A while later he lifted me up until I half sat on the bed with my hands raised above, still cuffed. My legs were spread apart to give him enough space to grasp my jaw and trail a line of kisses down my neck.

"How do you reward your teacher, Ava?" He murmured.

"Reward for what?" I replied breathless, trying hard not to let a smile slip.

"First off all," He moved away to slap my breast once, the sudden movement making me yelp. "If that is how you'll talk to me, we'll never move to the pleasure part. What do you address me as?"

Fuck me

When I'd thought of role play, this wasn't what I'd been expecting. We had slipped up so many times. We were supposed to be different people, strangers. I still called him by his name, he still called me by mine. But I still found the teacher thing a bit too hot. "A reward for what, sir?"

"Reward for making you cum. Be a brat and I'll show you just how cruel I can be."

"You like my brat." I curled my toes when I felt his fingers trace my stomach. "You like the challenge."

"Not today." He curled his fingers in my hair and pulled them back. "I want complete obedience tonight. Complete surrender. You give up everything to me. Continue this attitude and I'll fuck you harder than I have ever without letting you cum for a single time."

I pursed my lips, breathing harshly. "I'm sorry, sir."

The bed dipped beside me, and I felt him in front of me. Elias traced my bottom lip with his thumb. I didn't understand his posture, but a while later I felt him shift. He lifted my head up. "Open your mouth, Ava."

I did, hesitantly at first. That made him impatient and he grabbed my hair, forcing it forward until my lips wrapped his cock. My mouth opened wider on its own accord to take him in. He kept his hold in my hair tight, preventing me from moving it. Instead, he moved his cock in and out of my mouth. Slowly at first, then gaining speed. And while I sat there, struggling against the cuffs and his grip, I realised what was happening. He was fucking my mouth.

His control was still there, but he seemed more raw. I tried opening my mouth wider, gagging against his cock when it hit the back of my throat. I was dripping and it wasn't just because of the climax I'd just had. His low groans were turning me on more than ever, and the fact that I was at his mercy made me hotter. He was entirely in control. 

"When I cum," He said, his voice low and husky, strained. "I do not want a single drop on the bed, do you get me?"

I couldn't speak, but he hadn't really asked me a question. It was a command, an order. So when he did really climax, he kept my head in place and made sure I swallowed. Everything. I had no idea why it turned me on as badly as it did. 

He flipped me around as fast as lightning, holding my waist and pulling me up until I rested on my knees, thrusting into me the next second. I cried out in the pillow when I felt his fingers dig into my hips. 

Elias was always hot and spicy, but it seemed he wanted more. I felt him wrap something around my neck. A while later I understood it was leather. His belt.

Holy fucking hell.

The screams that left my throat after that realisation seemed to please him. His thrusts were hard and powerful, he didn't seem to tire out. Pulling my neck by his belt, forcing my head up, he growled in my ear, "Rough enough?"

"Yes, yes-" I cried in ecstasy. I was in bliss. My legs felt jelly.

"Too bad." He slapped my ass harshly, flipping me around once again. "I want more."

He got rid of the cloth from my eyes, and I felt another wave of pleasure hit me when my eyes met his. They were wild with desire, raw with passion, crazy in love. And burning with dominance. I lifted my head up in hopes of reaching his lips and he granted me my wish, pushing his head down against mine, connecting our lips together, entering me at the same time.

He clenched his fists into the bed sheet beside me, his strokes yet again powerful and hard. The only difference this time was I could see his eyes. He fucked me through his eyes as well. I saw my reflection in them, wrapping my legs around his waist. The cuffs strained against the pole, but neither of us seemed to care.

Elias looked dangerous. He seemed lethal enough to break me. He bent down and kissed my lips again when I clenched around him, groaning softly. We climaxed at the same time, and he dropped his head into my neck, breathing hard.

He got up a few seconds later to uncuff my hands, whipping them away when I rubbed them. Grazing his thumb against my sensitive skin, his touch too gentle, he brought both of my wrists up to his mouth to press his lips against both. He took his time, not rushing, using his tongue on portions he thought stung me. 

"Was I too rough?" He asked softly.

"No, you were perfect. I loved it."

He gave me a last kiss before getting up, throwing me his shirt and wearing his boxers again. I was halfway through buttoning it when he picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist and clutch him tightly.

Elias walked us into the bedroom, dropping me down on the bed. Sliding beside me, he coiled an arm around my waist, pulled me against his chest. I felt his leg slip between mine, and he used it to pull me even closer. He was asleep in the next two minutes.

When I woke up, it was 4 in the morning. The sheets beside me were thrown to the side. The bed was still warm, but Elias wasn't there. I tried falling asleep again, but gave up a minute later and got up from the bed.

I loved how I knew where he would be. My feet carried me as if they had a mind of their own. My brain didn't even need to function. I knew Elias like the back of my hand. 

He was in the boxing room. His hands were covered in a black coloured wrap, and the punching bag was swinging back and forth by his punches. I saw his body stiffen for a second, then relax again. He knew I was here. He hadn't even looked at me.

"Can't sleep?" I asked.

"Woke up twenty minutes ago." He replied, then looked my way. I saw a faint grin appear at the corner of his mouth. "Is it a possibility that you woke up because I wasn't there?"

"Maybe. Probably. How long are you going to be?"

"Someone misses me, apparently." He teased, stepping back. Grabbing the bag to prevent it from swinging any further, he removed his wraps. 

"When you're not with me, always." I said.

He smiled. I saw his face light up at my confession, and that made me smile. "I'll be right there, amor."

The next time I woke up was at 9. Eli's side was empty yet again, he always woke up before me. I sat on the bed, yawning, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. Walking into the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and washed my face to wake up fully.

Elias appeared in the room seconds later, a plate of pancakes in his hand, a breathtaking smile on his face. "Good morning, beautiful. I come bearing gifts."

Setting the plate beside me, he pulled my jaw, his hand wandering into my hair and gave my lips a hard kiss.

"Cooked by yours truly. I was wearing an apron in the kitchen. You would have loved it." He beamed. He looked happy. Very happy. Happier than I'd ever seen him.

And there, right that moment, I realised I'd do anything in my power to see him like that forever. He was more important than anything. 

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I don't know if you get the vibe or no, but we're pretty close to the ending. The next chapter is going to be the last one for this journey. I'm sad :(

But I couldn't let you all go without a last creaming your pants scene. My readers are pretty naughty-naughty, I love it. 

How'd you like the Chasing Red reference by the way? I absolutely adore that book, it's the only one I've read more than ten times.