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“I don’t need excuses. I need action,” I told her.
“I know you do but—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I grabbed hold of her ankles and yanked her down, not being as harsh as I could’ve been. Her arms went up above her head as her ass neared the edge of the mattress.
Elisa arched her back, her body responding to mine in ways she couldn’t even attempt to hide. “What the fuck are you doing?” she asked in a breathless whisper.
All I could say was, “Fucking you.”
CHAPTER5
ELISA
My arms reached up over my head, stretching to a dull ache as my ass neared the edge of the bed. I didn’t need to ask Daemon what he was doing in order to grasp what was about to happen, but after the way he’d been acting earlier, I thought the last thing in the world he’d want to do was fuck me.
But then, it seemed that sometimes Daemon equated love to pain, so why wouldn’t he think the same way about making love? Not that I usually felt that was what we were doing when he fucked me. There had been that one time, before the situation with Ragno and the file, where I felt like we’d genuinely connected on a spiritual level, but most of the time it was raw animalistic lust that brought the two of us together. I didn’t expect what was about to transpire to be any different—and that was fine with me.
Daemon unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and tugged down his zipper, letting the pants fall open and begin to slip down his muscular thighs. I held my breath, waiting in heavy anticipation of how he would take me. With my hands above my head, there wasn’t much I could do but wait, that and continue to dampen my thong at an alarming rate. My entire body began to quiver as I longed to feel his hands on my body.
I didn’t have to wait long. Daemon grabbed hold of my skirt and yanked it up out of the way so that it was lodged around my waist like a belt before grabbing hold of my thong, ripping it into two pieces, and tossing them on the floor near the bed. By now, I could see how hard his dick was, pressed against the thin fabric of his boxers. I was completely exposed to him and ready to take whatever it was he wanted to give me.
He didn’t just plunge inside me, though. Instead, he jerked my knees apart, his hands pressing down on my thighs as his eyes stared at my quivering cunt. I couldn’t even slide my fingers down to press against the growing ache that became more painful by the instant. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, and he knew it.
“Please, Daemon,” I whimpered in a voice only his presence invoked. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” he promised, his eyes still lingering on my slick folds. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to see straight. I’m not sure you’ll even be able to handle it.”
I didn’t disagree with him. The longer he made me wait, the more I wanted him. My body began to twitch like a user without a fix, my hips bucking up in a failed effort to gain satisfaction. The smirk on his face said it all. He knew he was hurting me, but he liked it because it would make the gratification of sticking his cock deep inside me even better for him once he did so.
“Daemon?” I tried again. “You’re hard as a rock. Please, just do it already. Why make either one of us wait?”
If anything, my reasoning seemed to prolong matters even more as his hand slid right up my slick thigh to my outer folds without actually making contact. Then, he reached up and grabbed my top, tearing it down the middle before unhooking my bra and exposing my breasts. My nipples pebbled immediately, feeling the weight of his eyes and wanting his mouth on them desperately.
The torturous grin on his face changed slightly as I saw his desire finally catch up with him. Daemon pushed his boxers down, along with his pants, so that they were out of the way, though he didn’t step out of them. His long, thick dick sprang up, just as eager to find my heated cunt as I was to envelop it, and when Daemon squeezed my hips and pushed inside me, burying himself to the hilt, I came up off the bed, my mouth dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
“There you go, baby,” he said, still pushing into me as if he hadn’t already completely submerged himself. “Is that what you’ve been begging for?”
All I could do was nod my head as waves of pleasure coursed through me. He didn’t even have to be moving to make me come undone.
Daemon pulled completely out of me, leaving me empty. My high came crashing down as my body attempted to adjust to this new development, but just as soon as he was gone, he was back again, somehow managing to ram even deeper and harder this time. A shriek left my lips, my eyes wide, my mouth still agape as he continued this game of pushing inside me and then leaving me waiting for more.
After several taunts, he could no longer continue to play his own game and stayed deep inside me. I wanted to reach out and run my fingertips down his chest, to settle my hands on his hips and move with him, but since my hands were still cuffed above my head, all I could do was enjoy every sensation he evoked within me and try to lift my hips in conjunction with his as he guided me with his hands and began to fuck my brains out.
Daemon didn’t hold back at all as he began to pump into me, moving more like a jackhammer now than he ever had before. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth, and tried not to scream too loudly. With every movement, he brought me closer and closer to falling over the edge. When my orgasm finally broke over me, I lost the ability to breathe, straining against my cuffs so hard my hands began to ache. I shouted his name, mixed with curses and threats as every fiber of my being lit on fire again and again. He was relentless, keeping me there for so long that when I finally came crashing down, I could barely suck in a lungful of air.
Somehow, I managed to open my eyes. Daemon’s were closed now, sweat beading on his forehead as he concentrated, wanting to pound me even longer, no doubt. I wanted more than anything to see him come, to feel his warmth spread through me, to hear him speak my name in a violent grunt.
Since I could do very little to expedite the process in my current position, I used the one technique I still had at my disposal. As Daemon bucked into me, I began to squeeze my interior walls around his shaft, gripping him the best I could, pulsing along with him, until he said, “Holy fuck, Elisa. Goddamnit.”
I continued to drive him wild until he couldn’t handle it anymore. With another string of curses, he jerked several times before he leaned forward, the muscles in his neck and arms thin ribbons as he strained to empty himself fully inside me.
When he was done, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. I lay there in torn clothing, gazing up at him, my head positioned between my arms, which were growing numb from the angle of the handcuffs. I wondered if he was going to release me now or leave again, walking away with my body exposed to the world. Janis would help me if he came back in and found me this way, but that would be embarrassing for both of us.
“Fuck, Elisa,” Daemon said again, shaking his head at me. “What the fuck were you doing with that cunt of yours?”
I almost smiled, but I didn’t want him to see that his off-handed praise sat well with me. “I was just trying to do my part,” I said, attempting to sound nonchalant. “You didn’t like it?”
He looked at me as if I’d just cursed his family name, then slowly shook his head, not answering the question. Instead, he pulled his pants up and buttoned them, yanking up the zipper. Silently, I prayed that he wouldn’t walk away from me. Asking him to unhook me or to fix my clothes would get me nowhere, so I waited, remembering that Daemon preferred obedience over everything else, and right now, the only way I could get what I wanted was to pretend I was unbothered by my current situation.
