Page 46 of Elevating Eve

She whimpered again, and the sound somehow made his cock even harder. “Yes, Sir.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, biting down on the lobe of her ear hard enough for her to yelp again. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Standing straight, he gathered her long, thick hair together, wrapping it tightly around his fist. When he yanked her upright, she let out a low hiss of pain. It was like music to his ears.

“Come,” he ordered, leading her into the largest of the three bedrooms. He grinned when he saw they hadn’t changed the furniture since the last time he stayed here. A king-sized, four poster bed dominated the space.

Perfect.

A red couch matching the one in the living room stood at the foot of the bed. He kicked it out of the way with so much force, it crashed into the desk nearby. Ignoring the useless furniture, he nudged Eve toward the foot of the bed. “Up,” he ordered, pleasure pulsing in his chest as she scrambled onto the pristine white quilt.

She stopped in the middle of the bed to look back over her shoulder, a question in her eyes. Christ, she was beautiful, with her hair tumbling wildly over her shoulders, mouth parted slightly as she panted for air. Eve on her hands and knees, back arched, ass in the air, was one of the most captivating sights he’d ever seen.

Resisting the urge to climb up behind her and push into her wetheat, he got to work. First, he retrieved one of the pillows from the head of the bed, positioning it under her slim hips. With a hand at the small of her back, he pushed down until she lay nearly flat atop the mattress, only her ass elevated by the pillow.

For the next part, he had to get creative. Undoing his tie, he looped it around her wrist, making a knot just tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to slip out. He attached the other end of the tie to the first bedpost.

“Stay,” he ordered, moving back out into the living room in search of more ties. He checked the curtains by the French doors to their private patio first, but the cords holding them back were much too short.

Inspiration striking, he strode into one of the other bedrooms, throwing open the closet door. Jackpot.He pulled the terrycloth belts from the two robes. Swinging by the front door, he also retrieved his suitcase before returning to the master bedroom.

As far as he could tell, Eve hadn’t moved a single muscle in his absence. “Good girl,” he said, liking the way her cheeks flushed at the praise. He retrieved a third belt from the robes in their own closet, then got to work, tying her to the four posts.

When he finished, he stepped back to admire his work. She was now spread eagle, her arms and legs stretched out as far and straight as possible toward the four corners of the bed. Her tight rear hole and pussy were on glorious, lewd display, clearly visible between her pale cheeks.

“If the villas were all full, my plan was to gag you,” he said, moving his bag to the now-crooked sofa and opening it. “Luckily, we don’t have to worry about that here. You can scream as much as you want.”

She buried her face in the quilt right before a muffled moan drifted out of her.

“Remind me of your safeword,” Jonathan said as he made his selections from the bag. He remembered it, of course. But he needed her to remember that she could use it. Especially during a scene like this, when things would surely get extra intense.

Eve turned her head again, resting her cheek against the quilt. Her eyes found his across the room. “Emerald, Sir.”

“Don’t forget it.” The first three items he needed in hand, he made his way to the side of the bed, laying them out on the mattress. “Now, let’s get started.”

Picking up a small bottle of lube, he removed the cap and upended it over the crack of her ass. The thick, viscous fluid cascaded down to her pussy and the pillow below.

The muscles of her ass flexed, as if she wanted to squeeze her cheeks together. But with her legs spread so wide, it was no longer possible.

“Relax,” Jonathan ordered, smacking just below the curve of her right ass cheek. “It’ll only hurt more if you don’t.”

She did as instructed for exactly three seconds. But then his finger plunged into her ass without warning, and every muscle in her body tensed. “Oh, God.” She forced the words out between clenched teeth, squirming as much as her restraints would allow. “Ithurts.”

His chuckle came out a little crueler than he intended, low and rumbling and dark. “Trust me, Evie. My finger is the least of your worries right now.”

She stilled. He’d never called her Evie before. For a moment, he thought she didn’t like it, that she was about to object. But then her body relaxed, starting with her shoulders and rolling through the rest of her like a slow-moving wave.

“Good girl,” he said again, pumping the single finger in and out of her a few times before adding a second. When he felt sure the lube coated her tight, inner walls, he removed his fingers and picked up a large, stainless-steel plug. In honor of her safeword, he’d packed one with an emerald-colored gem affixed to the end of the flared base.

He lowered the tip of the plug to her asshole, pushing gently against the tight ring of muscle. Eve’s breaths came in harsh gasps as he spread her wider and wider, taking his time, wanting her to feel every inch of the plug as it entered her. When it finally settled into place, the gem on the base glinting in the lamplight, her whole body shook like a leaf.

On her application, she’d indicated that she had extensive experience with anal sex and rated all types and sizes of plugs as a five. Her reaction to the penetration both surprised and delighted him. “You don’t actually like anal, do you?” he asked, lips spreading into an excited grin.

“No, Sir,” she admitted, still trembling.

“But you’ll do it anyway, because I do?” he pressed.

She took a deep, steadying breath, letting it out slowly through her nose. “It turns me on to do something I hate to make you happy.”

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