I yelp when teeth sink into my left breast. Knox swirls his hot tongue around my nipple, soothing the pain away. Grinning down at me, he brings a fork full of food to my mouth. Another bite at my nipple, another pull of his lips, his tongue. Need throbs my clit in time to my racing heartbeat.
“Never wanted to tie someone up before. Never wanted to leave my mark on them. Or wanted to hurt them. What have you done to me, Ella?” He repeats the same thing he said earlier; I bounce my shoulders and give the same answer.
“Let you know once I figure out the same, Sir.” Knox lights up like the night sky, sparkling against the darkness and I can't look away.
“Fuck, I like how you say that. First time I read that text....” He sighs, taking a bite and then feeding me another.
We go quiet because we both know what the other is thinking. This started because it happened to be me who found that phone. Maybe no one ever found it. Perhaps in some parallel place, he feeds another woman salmon. Or I walk right past it lying there in the park.
I don't want to think of not feeling this moment, not knowing it, not having it to remember.
Knox must think the same. Clearing away the tray, he comes back to me, darkness in his eyes. It ignites the need humming quietly beneath my surface, bringing it roaring to life.
“Sir. Please.” Knox grabs another condom, sliding it over his hardness.
Climbing over me, he doesn't touch me besides shoving his cock deep inside me. I cry out from the burn but he covers my mouth with his hand. I know he won't hurt me, I don't know how, but the fear that he could makes it more intense. Knox drives into me, touching me nowhere else, just his cock, just his hand heavy at my mouth. I bounce beneath the weight of him, panting as the twisted tug of pleasure at being used this way tears me in half.
A dull, lewd noise of his balls slapping my ass as he rams into me fills the room, just above the whimpers I make. Knox grunts, throwing his head back, not even looking at me as he fucks me. My eyes roll back as he grinds into me, thrusting savagely, seeking his orgasm. Not mine. But mine comes anyway.
I cry out beneath his hand, shuddering as he picks up a brutal pace, hips bucking against mine so hard I know I'll have bruises. Suddenly, he's gone and two fingers, then three, fill me up as I come hard. At the same moment, he slides into my ass again and I scream.
“Hush, baby,” Knox pants into my ear as he slides deep, “Those pretty sounds belong to me. Just for my ears. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. Filled you up so tight. Does it feel good to have me everywhere, baby?” I nod numbly, whimpering against his hand.
“Let me hear it, Ella. Say it.” Uncovering my mouth, he pulls out, slamming back in, his fingers twisting inside me.
“Yes, Sir. I want to feel you fill me up everywhere, Sir. Please.” Growling, he pumps his hips, pulling out then slamming in again.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I nod again, tears slipping down my temples.
“Yes, Sir. Don't stop, please. Not because it hurts. I like it. When it's you.” I babble, throwing my head back as he rocks into me again.
“Goddamn, Ella. I want you to hurt for me. Want you to fucking ache. Give me those eyes,” I struggle to look at him as he works his fingers and cock inside of me, both of us panting, “You are so beautiful, baby. Want to see your pretty pain.” I don't look away now, transfixed by the lust, the need, and the possessive fire in his eyes.
Knox takes from me until I think I have nothing left. But when he looks at me that way, I find more to give him. I come again and again and he drives in to me still. I ache, my limbs trembling as he pins me beneath him. Pleasure mingles with pain until I don't know the difference anymore.
“Want to come in your mouth, on your pretty tits, want to paint you with it. Do you want that, too, Ella?” I whimper as I nod, skin hot at the idea of him marking me in such a carnal way.
Pulling out, Knox fists his cock, yanking at the ties binding me. Crawling over me, he tugs my jaw open, touching the tip to my waiting tongue. I moan when he starts to spurt, hot, sticky seed hitting my tongue, sliding down my throat. Backing up, he jerks himself still, pumping more cum over my tits, my stomach, my thighs.
A trail of Knox marks almost every inch of me.
Later, once we start moving again, he asks me to let him wash me again. I refuse. I meant what I said about wanting the reminder of him all over me tomorrow. Knox showers alone. When he steps out, I know it's ended. Though he's not dressed, I can tell he doesn't plan to touch me again.
Knox sits at the edge of the bed where I lay, back to me, a towel wrapped around his waist. It's just like the first photo I saw of him and exactly how I want to remember him.
I stand, gather my clothes and close myself in the bathroom. I am horrified to find tears in my eyes. Pain bubbling in my chest. What the fuck?
“Ella....I need....” I hear him talking through the door but I reach out to lock it, knowing I can't face him.
“Go, please.” I don't say another word. I can't find words that would feel right.
“Ella...” I hear him breathing on the other side so I press close, touching the door as if I can feel his warmth. It's cold, though.
I wait a long time in that bathroom. I put my shorts and shirt back on, not bothering with my boots. I wait until I can't wait a moment longer. But, when I step out, I'm not ready for the emptiness when I find him gone.
I had a few one-night stands right after my breakup. Needed to feel wanted again. I see nothing wrong with taking what you want from someone and leaving it there. It’s worked for me before, clearly it works for Knox.
Because, I saw more than his sexy selfies in that phone.
I saw photos of him with other women.
I saw videos of him with other women.
Lots of other women. I wanted to find a place there too. Guess I did. I thought it couldn't be so bad to be a memory like that to someone like him.
I was wrong. Again.
