†† Ellis ††

I dropped my towel and those keen blues devoured me whole. It stroked my ego that she didn't hide the fact she liked what she saw as her tongue sneaked out to wet her lips.

She held out the tumbler and I swiped it from her hand and sent the scotch on a rollercoaster ride down my throat. It slipped down smoother than a politician's promises, leaving a trail of warmth and questionable life choices in its wake.

Focusing my attention where it was needed, on Sasha, I asked, "Why the intense stare, Duchess. See something you want?" My voice was slightly hoarser than before.

Her eyelashes fluttered innocently. "Am I?"

Oh, the game was on.

"Yeah, you are. That look screams you're hungry." My dick twitched.

She grinned. "Hmm...now that you mention it..."

My cock went from half hard to fully hard and Sasha noticed biting down on her lip. "Didn't you message me something about dinner?" I'd caught a whiff of something good earlier.

"Yes," she sighed, clearly a little frustrated that I wasn't playing the game her way. "It's ready if you want me to dish up now... Sir?"

We would get to that.  First up, let's have a little fun. Warm that pussy up for what I had planned later.

She had turned ready to leave.

"Stop!"

She paused in the doorway but didn't look back.

"You really think I'm going to let you leave?" I said, coming to a stop behind her, but making sure I didn't touch her, yet.  "Hmm?"  She was about turn around but I leaned in and stopped her and she sucked in sharply as my open mouth kiss brushed just below her ear. "You're not going anywhere."

Her response was barely audible, "I... but I thought you were hungry?"

"Hmm, I am hungry, but we haven't dealt with your punishment, have we?"

Another sharp inhale followed when I curled my hand around her neck, holding firmly as I pulled her back against me rubbing my cock on her denim-covered ass.

"Tell me. Did you come when you touched yourself?"

She didn't answer.

I spun her around, and pinned her between my bigger body and the doorjamb. Her jaw went slack, her eyes glazing over.

Yeah, this was what she'd been waiting for.

Sasha needed me to take control because that was what she craved. I'd noticed our interactions were getting hotter, as though she kept wanting to push the boundaries and Amsterdam had blown that wide open. I wasn't Zack, but I was a quick study.

Leaning in close, I bit her lower lip. "Tell. Me."

The brat in her was taunting me.

"This what you need?" Sliding my hands down her neck, I kept going, flattening my palms on her tits to squeeze. 

Sasha's breath quickened as she nodded.

"All you have to do is say please and I'll give you a taster of what's to come later." Later I was taking her downstairs into the club. Zack had said we couldn't go down without him, but when the cats away...

Her lips slammed shut, and I knew she was holding back the words. She wanted what I offered as much as she ever had, but she was trying to temper her response to me, to pretend she wasn't as desperate and eager as I was.

Gripping the thin fabric of her tank top, I tugged, ripping it right down the front.

She gasped.

I wasn't gentle, but Sasha didn't want gentle. She was a wildcat, craved rough, dirty sex, and admittedly, I'd refrained somewhat, worried that I might take it too far and hurt her.

"Oh, God," she said, her words tinged with lust.

With my eyes still locked with hers, I grabbed her bra and yanked it down so her gorgeous tits lifted over the cups. My fingers went to her nipples, pinching and twisting, applying just enough pain to have her eyes glazing over, her mouth opening once more.

"Unbutton your shorts," I demanded, continuing to torment her nipples. "I want to see my little sluts pussy."

And that right there ... That was the moment I knew she didn't need me to refrain. She needed me to unleash on her.

Her eyes flashed with heat, but she only hesitated for a moment before her hands were moving, her shorts loosening.

"Push them down."

She did.

"Underwear, too."

She followed my instructions, then stepped out of them, leaving her naked from the waist down.

Applying more pressure to her nipples, I held still, and leaned in. "Say please, Duchess. Say it now."

"Please," she whimpered.

Without wasting a second, I went to my knees before her, lifting one leg, I draped it over my shoulder as I spread her pussy lips wide. I let her desperate moans fuel me as I devoured her cunt, licking, sucking, flicking. I continued as she begged and pleaded, her hands gripping my hair as she rode my face like a wild woman.

But I stopped again just before she was gonna come.

Yeah, I was a mean bastard and I fucking loved it.

She sagged and groaned as I rose, standing tall, pressing my much larger body against hers, pinning her in place. "I'm not done yet."

She leaned into me, those hazy blues looking up at me eagerly.

I stepped back, met her gaze and started stripping her bare. Her shirt and bra hit the ground to land with the rest, then I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder and turned us around and walked us to my bed.

I had no intention of fucking her yet, that would come later.

Sitting on my bed, I jerked her closer and in a smooth move had her laid across my thick, muscular thighs, her bare ass high in the air. She planted her hands on the floor to avoid nose-diving into the hardwood floor. And my first swat came down with a resounding thwack.

Surprising me, she came, or more like exploded, her entire body shuddering.

Just. From. One. Spank.

Shit, she was responsive.

"Tut. Tut. Naughty girl." Rubbing the spot where I'd spanked her. "I didn't give permission for you to come."

I rained down on her ass and she took it, each whimper and moan music to my ears.

Never once did she try to stop me, thank fuck, because and I wasn't anywhere near done with her yet. "Up. On the bed. On your hands and knees."

I helped her stand upright and then we traded places. "Spread those legs."

Sasha spread her legs like an eager little slut. Just how I wanted her. I gripped hold of my cock and squeezed. It would be so easy to just slide on in. She was fucking dripping already.

"Don't fucking move," I growled.

I moved behind her, kneeling, spreading her wide enough to trace my tongue around the tight little ring of her asshole. She squirmed, and I slapped her ass. Hard. The smack of my palm cut loud across the room.

"I said, don't move."

She stopped squirming. "Sorry, Sir."

I savoured my position for a moment longer, her sweet-smelling pussy just an inch from my nose. I breathed deeply, letting my warm breath tease her. She tensed but kept still.

God, I needed this. I needed the heady scent of sex, the musky taste of her on my tongue. I needed to feel her jerk and scream as she came, and even then, still beg for more. More tongue, and more pain. 

I'd give her more of both. Happily.

I buried my tongue, lapping at her cunt and teasing a path up to her clit. She tasted so fucking good. She moaned, but didn't move a muscle, not even when I clamped my mouth tight onto her, taking her sweet little button between my lips. Her scent hammered my senses, and my dick throbbed harder. Fuck yeah.

I stopped.

"Tell me what you want, Sasha."

Her reply was swift. "Whatever you want, Ellis, I mean, Sir."

Good answer.

"Can you stay quiet and still?"

"Yes, sir."

"If you move or make a sound, I will stop, understand?"

I saw her pussy clench. Horny little slut.

"Yes. I understand, Sir."

"Good girl." I spread her open, stretching her lips wide apart like a pretty pink flower. So fucking pretty. I heard her breaths quicken, and I almost willed her to moan, just so I could punish her. "You have a perfect little cunt, Sasha."

I blew on her again. I wasn't trying to make it easy.

I fixed my mouth onto her, sucking her in. She was already swollen with lust, begging for my touch. I swirled my tongue, gently, my arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her tight to me. Every muscle in her legs was tense, straining for composure. I gripped her flesh in my teeth as I pulled away, savage enough to make her breath hitch.

I plunged two fingers inside her and she exhaled everything she had. I curled them forward, finding just the right spot. She sucked in hard as I worked her from the inside. My thumb balled her clit, pinning her pleasure from both the inside and out. Her cunt made gorgeous wet slurps, slick and swollen from everything she was taking from me. I closed my eyes briefly, riding her pleasure right alongside her.

"I'm going to stretch you open, Sasha. You do want more, don't you?"

"Yes, yes please, Sir." Her voice was raspy. I slid in a third finger, and her legs trembled. She tightened beautifully, her greedy little pussy sucking at my fingers. I worked her into a rhythm, strong steady movements all the way inside her, echoed by my thumb around her clit. "Please, Ellis, may I come?"

"No." Her legs shuddered again. "Don't make me stop, Sasha." She was trying so hard, but I was finding my inner sadist as I increased the pressure, coaxing the nerves inside, they betrayed her, and she bucked against my hand, wheezing out a string of incomprehensible mewls. I pulled away instantly and her knees almost buckled. "Tut. Tut. I said, no moving."

Her head flew around. "I'm sorry, sir," she murmured. "I'm so sorry. Please. Don't stop."

I got to my feet, kneading the soft skin of her ass in my rough hands. "I'm going to punish you now, Sasha. You need to be punished now, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

I ran my fingers up the soft tanned groove of her spine, enjoying the way her muscles shuddered at my touch. "If you're a really good little slut, I'll fuck you later."

She groaned and arched her back, jutting her ass out towards me. She was so fucking good.

I didn't go easy on her. My blows were hard, and fast. Slap after slap across her perfect plump flesh. Her ass juddered under the abuse, and soon the sound of her whimpers got louder. Her ass bloomed pink under my hands, rosy and gorgeous, ripening to a deep, dark flush. I coloured her thighs too for good measure, and she let out a squeal as I landed one right on her pussy.

Zack would be proud.

Her head dipped down, breathing heavily while I gave her a moment.

"Your skin is so pretty, Sasha."

"T-thank you, Sir."

I ran my fingernails down her thighs and she gasped, shifting her legs apart like a wanton whore. "What do you want, Sasha?"

"Oh god. I need to come, Ellis."

Without warning I grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her head back. "You don't deserve it, yet."

I kept hold while I slapped her again, watching the tension in her shoulders as I inflicted her punishment. I soaked up every twitch, every flinch and every tiny moan, watching her careening to the edge of her tolerance, a slow-burning arch of pain.

My dick had never throbbed harder in its life.

I finished up as she made a particularly loud whimper. Perfect timing. I watched the rise and fall of her back as she caught her breath.

"How do you feel, Sasha?"

Fuck. I'd forgotten about making sure she should use her safe word if needed. I wanted to kick myself. But I would remember next time.

"Amazing, thank you."

She wasn't lying. Her face was flushed bright and her thighs were slippery and wet, but more telling was the smile that spread slowly across her lips. Endorphins kicking in, no doubt.

Was she flying, like I'd heard subs do? I tried to think back to the flogging Zack had given her. But it was a blur now.

I slid my fingers all the way back inside her, saving my thumb for her asshole. She groaned as I forced it in, and bucked back against me with jerky motions. I allowed her movement this time, back and forward against my intrusion. My free hand curled around her thigh, circling gently around her sopping wet clit, and with steady fingers I brought her to the edge again. "Come for me, Duchess. I want to hear you." I pressed my whole weight against her as she exploded, shaking against me, squealing like a banshee and I didn't quit until she was completely wrung out. Slowly easing my finger with a rewarding squelch. I touched them to her lips and she licked them clean.

"Perfect, Duchess. Fucking perfect."

She fell limp against me and I followed her down onto the mattress and lay behind her, holding her with both of us breathing hard.

"Okay, Duchess? Need anything?"

"No. I'm good. Just hold me."

I wrapped my arms tightly around her.

"Keep this up and I might find myself falling in love, Ellis."

I stilled. What!? Was she being serious? She could fall in love with me?

I blinked.

Whatever was happening between us was almost too much for me to understand. I'd known Sasha my whole life and yet, I barely knew this girl.  

Something shifted, a heat spread through me, like a whirlwind of crazy shit exploding leaving me somewhat confused. It was new and honestly,  I couldn't make sense of it.  But I was damn sure, I loved—yes, loved  that side of her, the girl that busted my chops every chance she got. I wasn't the type of guy who got put in his place very often, so she was turning out to be my anchor, the one to smack my ego down to tolerable levels.  

In turn, I wanted to give her whatever she needed and yet, I found myself growing fiercely protective of her, a desire to shield her from harm—which was ironic seeing as what she wanted from me was pain.

And it was also obvious I couldn't stay away from her.

Didn't want to.

Was that love? Was I falling in love with Sasha?  

I just knew I'd never felt like this about anyone.

But how did Zack fit into all this? Sasha didn't hide her feelings for him. And what about my feelings for him? Despite my attempts to deny or ignore them, there was something there, a connection between us.

I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I would need to work it out... but later. Right now. It was just me and Sasha.