Page 48 of Elevating Eve

Relief surged through him. “There will be no need to count anymore.”

As the words, “Yes, Sir,” passed through her quivering lips, he landed the hardest stroke of all. He didn’t even wait for her scream to end before he did it again.

Again.

Again.

Everything about her was perfect. The way her ass cheeks rose with the force of each blow before settling back into place. The tears streaming down her face as she sobbed. The rasp in her screams as her throat got sore.

But most of all, the way she didn’t thrash or pull at her bonds. Not even once.

She was entirely his, giving over every inch of her body, every corner of her mind. It was an offering he would never take for granted.

The paddle fell to the rug with a dullthud. Moving to the foot of the bed, he undid the ties around the two posts rising out of the footboard, freeing her legs. He shed his slacks and boxer briefs as quickly as he could, flinging them in the general direction of his shoes.

He needed to be inside her. He needed it right fucking now.

Not bothering to undo the knots around her ankles, he climbedinto the bed between her legs, forcing her up onto her knees. The restraints on her wrists kept her head and upper torso flat against the mattress, arms still spread wide.

Jonathan pressed his hands against the scalding hot flesh of her ass, digging his fingers in just so he could hear her groan. Her skin had turned a deep, glorious crimson.

The poor thing wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.

He grinned as he pulled the plug free, dropping it onto the bed and retrieving the bottle of lube. “Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”

She only whimpered in response.

As soon as he coated his cock in a layer of lube, he pushed the head against her tightest opening. “Relax for me,” he said, gripping her hips with both hands, spreading her ass wide with his thumbs. “Be a good girl.”

Eve let out a strangled cry when he finally pushed past the tight ring. “It hurts,” she said again, clenching her jaw against the pain.

Inching his way deeper, he took his time, letting her get used to him. By the time his pelvis pressed gently against her ass, she had finally started to untense.

“I want you to ask me to fuck you.” She immediately started to answer, but he didn’t give her the chance yet. “To be clear, this isn’t an order. You get to choose. If you don’t want this, but are willing to suffer it anyway, don’t say a word. If you want me to fuck your pussy instead, say your safeword. I’ll never make you do something against your will. But if you want this pain—if youwantto give this to me—ask for it.”

She clenched so tight around him, he barely managed to hold back a moan. Even from his position behind her, he could see that her pupils dilated as he spoke. “Please fuck my ass, Sir,” she said, voice trembling with need. “I want to be exactly what you need. I want to submit to you in every way, no matter how much it hurts.” She squeezed her muscles around his cock again, this time on purpose. “Please let me give you this.”

Jonathan pulled most of the way out of her, and then slammed back in with so much force that she moved an inch up the bed. Her scream sounded different this time—equal parts pain and pleasure. And it drove him fucking wild.

Digging his fingers even deeper into her hips and ass, he settled into a fast rhythm, pulling her back against his cock each time he slammed forward. The only sounds in the room were her continued cries, the rough pants of his breath, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

So. Fucking. Good.

He pounded into her like a man possessed, losing himself in physical sensation, finally escaping the turmoil of his mind. When he started getting close, he lifted one leg, planting his foot on the mattress to give him extra leverage. Grabbing a fistful of her hair to hold her in place, he slipped the middle finger of his other hand into his mouth, swirling his tongue once around the digit.

When he pressed the tip of the saliva-covered finger against her clit, her whole body bucked. “That’s it,” he said, matching the rhythm of his finger to that of his hips. “Come for me, Evie. I want to know what it feels like to be inside your ass when you come.”

He pressed harder, fucked harder—forcing her closer and closer to the edge whether she wanted it or not. When at last she fell, she clenched so tight around him that he toppled over right after her, his whole body spasming as he came.

Jesus fucking Christ, he’d never fucked anything this tight in his entire life. He screwed his eyes shut as they bucked and shuddered together, riding out the storm trying to rip them apart from the inside out.

Her voice broke on her final scream, low and raspy and utterly spent. It amazed him she could still make any sound at all.

Eve’s whole body trembled as he carefully pulled out of her, the muscles in her legs clearly on the verge of giving out. Helping her settle down against the mattress, he leaned over her tiny, perfect body so he could untie the knots at her wrists.

As soon as he got her free, he settled down beside her, pulling her tight against his chest. Her breaths still came in gasps as she molded her body to his, pressing against him from head to toe. Jonathan stroked her hair as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Thank you, Evie.” He whispered it into her ear right before she fell asleep in his arms.

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