Sawyer’s eyes darkened. “Now you know whom to ask for help?” he muttered. “I’m not torturing you, am I? Now you’ve learnt how nicely I’ve always treated you?”
He shoved her roughly onto the couch, his grip unrelenting as he tore her dress from her body. The fabric, now ripped, was quickly used to bind her limbs to the iron bars beside the couch. Once mere decorations, the bars now became her restraints, holding Ellie captive in a way that stirred something dark and possessive deep within him.
His gaze burned into her as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them slide down his legs along with his briefs.
Her body was completely exposed to his gaze, her hips angled just right so that every curve was visible. Sawyer’s gaze lingered on her, dark and intense, before he reached for the glass on the desk, filled with ice cubes, and the bottle of water beside it. With a slow, satisfied smile, he pulled the glass closer, clearly pleased with what he had planned for her.
Then, unable to contain his hunger anymore, he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and before Ellie could react, he took her in his mouth, licking her gently at first, then with increasing flicks. His tongue delved deep, seeking out every part of her, as if devouring her whole.
"Aahhhhh...." Ellie gasped.
Her breath caught in her throat, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. But as she moaned, Sawyer’s teeth sank into her, a sharp bite that sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her. She cried out, her voice a mix of agony and want, but Sawyer didn’t stop.
He lifted his head, licking his lips. Ellie barely had time to understand what was happening before he was dipping his hand into the glass on the table. She couldn’t see what it was at first, her mind fogged with pleasure, but the moment his fingers pressed something cold inside her, her body froze in shock.
“Oh god!” Ellie cried out, the cold seeping through her like ice. Her hips arched from the overwhelming sensation, but Sawyer’s grip on her hips kept her immobile. His body pressed against her as he slid the ice cubes deeper inside her, sending waves of burning heat and freezing cold through her all at once.
“Fuck… !” Ellie sobbed, her skin hypersensitive, her entire body trembling with the strange, painful pleasure. Her chest heaved, desperate for release, but Sawyer continued to push, watching her reactions with a strange mixture of fascination and dominance.
The cube soon slipped out, his gaze still fixed on her.
Ellie’s body was on fire, Sawyer’s hands never stopped tormenting her. He rubbed that ice cube on her clit, and then around, the chill making her whimper and cry out. She could feel the pressure building, a storm inside her that threatened to burst, but Sawyer wasn’t going to give her the release she craved just yet.
With a frustrated sigh, he repositioned himself, sitting up on the couch and pulling her hips into his lap as her upper body lay bare to his sight, still restrained. His hand gripped her waist, holding her still as he began to explore her again with his fingers, rubbing her, flicking the swollen nub repeatedly, fingering her.
“Sawyer… please…” Ellie whimpered, her voice a broken plea.
Sawyer’s eyes softened, but only for a moment. “I am not satisfied, Ellie. You aren’t wet enough for me yet.”
His fingers continued their slow torment, and then, with no warning, he started to rub her clit faster with his fingers. Ellie’s body jerked, a sharp gasp leaving her mouth. “Sawyer, make me cum. Please, please… please, oh god!” she moaned, unable to control herself.
But Sawyer was using her to satisfy himself. The way she begged, whimpered, moaned, only hardened him further. His throbbing length pulsed against his leg, the veins burning with the hot blood pooling in the thick girth.
His mouth was on her again, his lips wrapping around her sensitive skin as he sucked and licked, pushing her closer to the edge with each stroke.
"Ahhhh!" Ellie whimpered, her hands straining against the restraints as her body reacted to him in ways she couldn’t control.
Sawyer’s mouth took Ellie’s clit in, stroking the tip over and over again with his tongue until he saw her release. His eyes darkened with satisfaction.
Straightening, he wiped his mouth, his expression filled with dominance and pleasure. He untied her hands, freeing them before pulling her small body into his lap. Her hips rested on his thighs, her legs straddling him on either side. He held her close, skin to skin.
With a firm hand on the back of her head, he guided her to rest against his chest. Ellie’s breath was uneven, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. His fingers found her wrists, rubbing soft, soothing circles over the reddened areas where his hold had been firm, easing the faint burn and ache.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice husky.
Still dazed, Ellie instinctively wrapped her arms around hm. But before she could fully regain herself, he lowered his elbows, trapping her hands beneath his strong arms.
A few moments passed in silence, his steady heartbeat against her cheek lulling her. Just as she thought he was letting her rest, he gently spread his thighs apart, taking her legs along with him—parting her lower body wider.
Ellie stirred, instinctively trying to shift away, thinking he was done. But before she could escape, Sawyer’s grip tightened around her small frame, his voice a low growl in her ear.
"Stay still."
A tremor ran through her. His mouth lowered to her neck, and the warmth of his tongue traced over her sensitive skin. A sharp gasp left her lips as he began sucking hungrily, leaving deep, red marks of possession along her delicate throat.
Her breath hitched in panic when she felt the unmistakable heat of his hardness pressing against her wet, sensitive center. A shudder coursed through her as she realized the intimate position they were in.
Sawyer shifted beneath her, his thick length nudging against her entrance, teasing her. The sensation was so sudden and overwhelming that Ellie froze in shock. Her tightness resisted him, stopping his advance, but the pressure sent a wave of heat through her body.