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“Well, hello Elena.” His predatory gaze checking me out so intensely that I can feel the warmth of his stare all the way to my core.
“Sullivan.” My lips tip up as I watch his eyes flash with heat. “How was your call?” I ask a little more gently. Car accidents can go so many different ways. I’ve learned over the years to tread lightly.
“Good. Nothing to write home about. Now the fact that I can tell you just got out of the shower, on the other hand.That’ssomething I want to discuss.”
“Do you? Do you want to discuss that while I’m at your house– about to be in your bed, naked– while you’re at the firehouse around a bunch of dudes and Sadie?” I raise a brow, knowing that I’m goadinghim. I let the towel drop, but make sure the camera stops at the top of my breast. It’s just enough to drive him insane.
“My office door is shut and locked. The blinds are drawn. There’s no one here aside from you and me, baby girl.” I can see his eyes flare as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“Oh yeah? And just how would you suggest we spend our time together?” I tease as I let my fingers pinch my nipple, making a show of letting my lips part and a soft moan fall out.
His smirk disappears, and‘bossy Sully’comes out to play. I’ll never tell him this, but this may just be my favorite version of him. His voice gets more gravelly, and he commands the room. He’s so authoritative in the bedroom that I don’t even want to go against what he tells me to do most of the time. I mean, I still do. At the end of the day a brat is going to brat, but the entire time I’m defying what he’s telling me to do, part of me wants to just comply. However, when he opens his mouth again, I know I’m going to be defying him tonight.
“Throw on a pair of sweats and meet me here in ten minutes.” He smirks, but aside from that, he looks deadly serious.
“You can’t be serious.” I gawk.
“You’re free to use your word if you want to.” He raises a brow in challenge.
My eyes narrow, but I don’t say a single word.
“Don’t make me say it again, Elle. Wear a pair of my sweats and come to the firehouse. I need to fuck you– now.” He cuts the call without another word.
My body vibrates with the need to follow his orders, but I’mnotgoing to the firehouse to have sex with him. He’s lost his damn mind. Instead of doing what he asks, I’m going to piss him off and drive him mad at the same time. I set the phone up so that I can get the entire bed in the frame before walking over to the nightstand and pullingout a couple of toys that I know he loves to use on me. After I have everything set up how I need it to be, I press record. The punishment later is going to be well worth the show I’m about to put on for my man.
Chapter twenty-two
Sullivan Byrne
My feet carry me across the bay before they pivot and carry me back the way I came. I’ve been pacing in front of the trucks for the past eight minutes. She’s late. Where the hell is she? I pull up the ‘Find my friends’ app and notice that her phone registered at my house less than a minute ago. She was supposed to be here five minutes ago. My annoyance flares at her defiance, and it spikes even higher as I make my way back to my office only for the couple of guys that are awake in the bunks to let out low whistles.
Before I can cuss them all out, my phone pings in my hand, and I see a message from Elle. Typically, I sleep in the bunks with the guys, but since my office has its own bed and I’m annoyed and horny, I slam my office door before flipping the lock. I pull my shirt off and toss it onto my chair and get into my bunk. I’m stalling, but I don’t want to open her message while I’m so irritated. If she didn’t want to she could have very easily safe worded out. Instead she just actively defied me.
I get comfortable with one arm behind my head and with my free hand open the message.
Baby girl: Hopefully this makes up for the disappointment. Good night, Monster. ;)
*Video attached*
Okay, so she’s piqued my interest. I slip a wireless earbud in and wait until it connects to my phone before pressing play. The video begins with the camera pointing at my bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed is a naked Elle with her legs parted just enough for me to be able to see her pretty pink pussy. That’s not what has my attention, though. No, that’s the small silver clamps that she has attached to her nipples with a chain falling between her breasts that links the clamps together. It’s my favorite fucking toy to use on her, especially when I tug on the chain and that sweet fucking moan falls from her lips.
My cock is hard as stone in my athletic shorts, and I don’t even try to act coy about it. In the next second my phone is propped up by my side so I can continue to watch, and my hand grasps my length at the base before slowly stroking. She gasps softly as her fingers slide down her bare stomach. I can practically see her skin pebbling as her small fingers trail down until she runs two through her core and rubs her clit. I know exactly when she makes contact because a whimper escapes as she bites down on her lips.
I build up a rhythm as I watch her do the same with her fingers. Goddamnit, she’s perfect. She leans back on the bed stealing me the gift of watching her face contorted in pleasure until she gets comfortable. Elle’s head is propped up on a pillow so I can still somewhat see her face. Her legs come up until they’re flat on the mattress, giving me a completely unrestricted view of her core.
Her fingers dance lower until they’re flirting with her entrance, and the next thing I know, she’s inserted them inside herself. Slowly she fucks herself with her fingers as I grip my cock tighter and set an unrelenting pace just imagining that her fingers are me. My fingers, my tongue, my dick. Her pants fill my ears as my names start falling from her lips like a prayer.
That’s it baby. Ride your fingers like my good little whore.
I’m so focused on her fingers that I don’t even realize the small rose until she has it pressed to her clit. Elle’s hips buck as she erratically attempts to find her release. She throws her head back as she screams out my name as her release coats her fingers. That’s all it takes for my own orgasm to slam into me so hard that I see stars. We both pant to catch our breath together until I open my eyes and watch her remove the clamps and smirk at the camera.
“So worth the punishment. Goodnight, Monster.” and the video cuts out.
Oh, she’s going to be punished alright.
Sully: That was cruel and unusual, Elena.
Babygirl: So you’re saying you didn’t like it?
