She bites her lip, lust and hesitation lighting up her face in a fight for dominance.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she finally says.
Slowly, I pull down her leggings and help her step out of the material.
“If you feel uncomfortable at any time, let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”
She nods.
“I need you to use your words, Sage.”
“Okay. I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter 18 – Sage
Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’m going to let Elias fuck me while on my period.
In my experience, men get uncomfortable when I talk about my time of the month. They frantically find a way to change the subject, don’t make eye contact with me, or try to be funny, but it only ends up being weird.
Elias washes his hands, then crouches on the floor before me. The urge to cover myself is strong.
“Put your hands on the counter, Sage. I see you itching to use them.”
I plant them at my sides, clutching the marbled edge.
“Open your legs for me,” Elias says, tapping my knee.
I do as he orders and immediately feel exposed.
Elias’s palm skims up the inside of my thigh, and I hold my breath.
“Relax, Sage. It’s just a little blood.”
Right. The murdering mafia boss isn’t afraid of blood.
His fingertips tickle my opening as he attempts to grab the tampon string. Once he has a hold on it, he tugs and pulls it free.
The first day of my period is always the heaviest so of course blood drips out of me with nothing to catch it.
I jerk the moment Elias’s finger enters me, pumping in and out of me slowly at first.
My breath hitches.
Fuck.
That feels good.
He picks up speed, and his thumb finds my clit and starts massaging it. My eyes roll back in my head.
He brings me to the cusp of orgasm before he stops. I’m about to yell at him but next thing I know, he’s lifting me off the floor.
“What the fuck?!”
He lays me down on the island countertop, sending veggies, pepperoni, and sausage to the floor.