Page 95 of Revenant

“Ye-yes,” I stutter, but that must not have been the right answer.

He sighs, radiating displeasure, and his grip tightens. “Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir,” I mimic, trembling in anticipation.

“Hmmmm…you need some training.” He seems to be talking to himself, but I answer him anyway, loving the fantasy and not wanting it to stop.

“Yes, sir.”

He stills, and my breath stalls in my chest, every inch of me coiled in anticipation.

His cock jumps where it’s pressed against my spine, and I swear he groans. “Naughty vixen. You must be punished for trying to tempt me. I want you to stay completely still while I take care of you.”

For the next twenty minutes, he washes and conditions my hair twice, ordering me to tip my head back when it’s time to rinse, but otherwise, he remains quiet. He takes his time, like he enjoys taking care of me, and I bask under his attention.

Only when I no longer reek of smoke does he grab a cloth, pour a dollop of soap on it, then proceed to clean my body. The slow glide of the cloth along my skin is torture, and I struggle not to squirm. His touch is perfunctory when he drags the cloth between my legs, and I curse under my breath when he manages to avoid my clit.

He keeps returning to my breasts, his touch firm, kneading the flesh and plucking at my nipples. I hold back a moan at the lavished attention, my body arching in a silent demand for more. Though anytime I lean into his caress, he keeps his touch light as a feather, his fingertips barely grazing my skin until I finally huff in frustration.

“Are you displeased?” Ellis leans forward, nipping at my ear hard enough to sting, and I shiver when the tiny wound tingles in pleasure.

“Touch me.” It’s both a demand and a plea. I’m so needy that I’m trembling, and I’m not sure how much more I can take. It’s only when he stills behind me that I realize my mistake, and my chest tightens in dread that he might stop. “Sir?—”

“Remember that you brought this on yourself,” he snarls, then his hand dips between my thighs, and he brutally thrusts two fingers into me. I gasp at the invasion, but I’m so wet that he glides in with ease.

The pressure is almost too much but not enough at the same time. He works me over with slow, shallow thrusts, and it’s not long before an orgasm hovers just out of reach. Unfortunately, he never picks up speed or varies his thrusts, and it’s not long before a whimper tears from me.

“Since you’re being such a good girl, bend your knees and spread your legs wider.” The words are barely out of his mouth before I obey, my legs parting eagerly. Not satisfied, he tugs my legs over his thighs, then shifts in a way that draws me open so wide that the stretch is just short of painful.

I blush furiously at being so exposed, the water lapping at my clit, the alternating hot and cold sensations pulling a whimper from my oversensitive flesh. Ellis hums in approval at the display and rewards me by shoving another finger into my pussy. He quickens his pace, and I melt against him as bliss bleeds through my veins.

Water rocks dangerously in the tub, my body swaying with the waves, each undulation forcing him deeper. Barely another minute passes before it’s not enough again, the ache deeper and harsher. To keep from begging, I bite my lip until I taste blood.

Without warning, his hand vanishes. Before I can cry out, he grabs my hips and lifts me from the water. A startled gasp escapes me, but I don’t even have time to reach for the edges of the tub to steady myself before I feel the tip of his erection at my entrance.

I freeze, afraid to even twitch the wrong way for fear of being punished again. I tremble in anticipation, not daring to breathe as I wait for his next order.

“Do you want my cock, little vixen?” Ellis asks, his voice husky in my ear, showing no sign of strain under my added weight.

“Yes,” I answer with a moan, then stiffen in alarm and nearly trip over my own tongue to answer appropriately. “Yes, sir.”

I don’t have time to panic before his hold loosens and he drops me down onto his cock. I pout a little at the fact that I didn’t have a chance to admire him in all his glory first, but all thoughts vanish as he fills me so fully, I don’t even have air to breathe.

The stretch is almost too much. He allows me a moment to adjust before he shifts his hips in a way that has his cock flexing deliciously inside me, and the burn turns to pleasure. “Relax and enjoy. Let me do all the work.”

“Yes, s-sir,” I stutter, a breathy moan escaping me at his husky promise, but it must have been the right response because he lifts me until just the tip of his cock remains inside me. I might have whimpered at the loss of him, but the sound is swallowed by a gasp when he thrusts up from beneath me.

The angle of penetration hits something inside me that has me seeing stars, and I don’t have a chance to recover as he sets a relentless pace. I can’t move, can’t escape, as I’m forced to take every brutal thrust. Water laps over the sides of the tub, but I’m beyond caring about the mess.

My orgasm takes me by surprise, stealing my breath from my lungs, and I can’t even scream. Bliss tingles through my body as wave after wave of pleasure sends my heart thundering. Not once does Ellis let up on his pace. When the orgasm begins to fade, he angles his hips in a way that sends him even deeper and forces my orgasm higher.

I’m left a panting mess as I come down, my sore muscles shot. If it wasn’t for his cock still inside me or the grip on my hips, I would’ve slid under the water and probably drowned. When I finally have the strength to open my eyes, I peer up at Ellis…and freeze, tension creeping up my spine when I find his narrowed eyes watching me dispassionately. “We’re not done. I want another orgasm from you before I allow you to go.”

I don’t have a chance to say anything before he thrusts inside me with long, sure strokes that I swear I feel to my soul. I whimper as he slowly withdraws, then pounds back inside me, my whole body jolting from the force. My oversensitive flesh protests, but damned if my core doesn’t clench around him greedily.

He lowers one of my legs into the water, my poor muscles a quivering mess, but fuck if my pussy doesn’t clench in protest at being denied the orgasm he promised. But instead of releasing me, he shifts my other leg until my knee is hooked over thecurved rim of the tub. The change sends him deeper, and his thrusts turn shallow. He keeps me at the edge of an orgasm but never lets me fall over until I’m practically sobbing. “Ellis!”

Just as I’m reaching down, ready to touch my clit, he beats me to it. He thrums the sensitive flesh once, twice, then pinches it hard. It’s so unexpected that I stiffen…and an orgasm takes me by surprise. He curses behind me, his pace stuttering, and I feel his cock pulse inside my pussy as he finally takes his own release.

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