Page 103 of Ruling Scar
He rips my sweatpants and undies down, cold air hitting me.
“I’m sore,” I say with a bit of desperation.
He slaps my pussy and I gasp. What. The. Fuck. Fingers grip my hip as he tugs me to his chest. “And?”
My stomach clenches, my skin warming.
Elijah pushes me forward, his hands never leaving my hips. I yelp when I think I’ve tripped, but I’m thrown onto the mattress. The bed’s been stripped, my hand failing to curl into a flat sheet tucked in tight. When the fuck did he have time to remove the duvet?
“Wait,” I cry out when he positions my body. Cold steel bites into my wrists. I’m pulled forward, my arms in front of me as he ties my wrists to the bed frame.
“Press your cheek against the bed,” he orders. “Ass up.”
I bend my body so my cheek is against the silk sheet. My knees spread, but my toes touch, and my ass is on display.
“Elijah,” I mumble when I hear him unzip his pants. The bed shifts and he’s there, his hand crushing my chest against the mattress.
“Sometimes I think you want to get in trouble, Leonora. I think you enjoy pushing me. Teasing me.”
“No,” I lie. He knows it too, because he slaps my ass. I jerk forward, but he pulls my hips back, rubbing my skin. Then his fingers swirl across my ass cheek. Skimming down and over and. . .
Some unintelligible noise comes out of me.
One finger gently outlines my folds. “Is that why you opened the door without any pants on?”
“It was my sister.”
His finger pushes into my cunt. “I should tease you,” he says, his thumb circling my clit. “And keep you from coming.”
I wiggle my ass and his dark low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine.
His finger pumps in and out. He adds another and I rock back, wanting and needing the friction.
“Your pussy is needy.”
His fingers remain at a frustratingly steady pace. Another lightly traces my clit.
I don’t want to be teased into madness. “Elijah, please.”
“Please what?”
“Your cock. I want your cock.”
“You’re making demands after defying me?”
That’s a tad dramatic. “I didn’t defy you,” I huff.
He removes his fingers, teasing my pussy. He spears his fingers into my mouth and I gag, tasting myself on him.
“What was that, Leonora?”
I moan around him, trying to rock my hips back again.
His hand rests on my back, stopping my movements.
He cups my pussy and I do everything I can to move my hips. To get friction. In response, he takes his hand, smearing the arousal on my upper thighs. “You’re sopping wet.”
“Elijah!”
