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She’s trying to follow orders, but she’s barely holding on now.

Her cheeks are stained with the best kind of tears as she squeezes them closed, desperately trying to hold off.

Unable to torture her anymore, I drop to my knees, wrap my hands around her glowing inner thighs and suck on her clit.“Come, Red. Come all over my face,” I demand.

It only takes one hungry lick of her pussy, and she quakes above me, screaming out my name as her body trembles violently.

The second she’s done, I’m on my feet and releasing the chains holding her hands against the cross before fully releasing her legs.With my hands on her hips, I twist her around, letting the chains cross and tug her back, forcing her to bend over.

“Oh God, please,” she begs as I rip at my trousers like a man possessed.

The second my dick is free, I fist it in my hand and run the head through her folds, coating myself in her arousal.

“Elliot,” she whimpers. “I need—” her demand is cut off with a scream and I push inside her, unable to hold back any longer.

My grip on her hips is borderline painful but she doesn’t complain. Instead, she takes every thrust of my hips as if she were made for me.

Her screams echo off the walls making me wish I could bottle them and listen to them every second of the fucking day.

Her body sucks mine deeper, squeezing me so fucking tight, it’s all I can do to hold off until she falls over again.

Reaching around her stomach, I find her clit, rubbing her just like I know she likes.

Just like me, she’s riding the fine edge of release and the second I pinch her, she detonates, taking me with her. Together, we free fall, our bodies and desire taking over.

With my arm banded around her waist, I hold her up as her legs give out.“I’ve got you, Red. I’ve always fucking got you.”

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ABIGAIL

“Was it too much?” Elliot asks, lifting his head off my stomach to look at me.

After uncuffing me from the cross, he had scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the other room and laid me on the bed while he fetched me some water and cleaned me up.

Aftercare, he called it.

“No, it was perfect.” I run my fingers through his hair, loving how soft the strands feel against my skin.

I’m exhausted. Every inch of me is achy and sore but in the best way.

The fact that Elliot trusted me enough to bring me down here, that he finally bared himself to me, means everything.

“I’m sorry if I went too far.”

“Elliot, stop.” A contented sigh slips off my lips. “I wanted this. I want you. All of you.”

“You really mean that, don’t you.”

The vulnerability in his eyes makes my heart squeeze.

“Yes, I mean it.”

“They’ll know,” he whispers. “The boys and?—”

“It doesn’t matter.” I brush my thumb along the curve of his jaw, gently coaxing him to crawl up my body.

Looping my arm around his neck, I pull him closer. Elliot leans in close, kissing me softly. A far cry from the boy who brought me down here earlier.

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