Forever Lost: Becoming Elena - Book Two (8 page)

E
lena found it
difficult to walk as they exited the restaurant. His touches had affected her equilibrium more than she’d thought possible as she’d sat next to him for the evening. They climbed into the back of his car, and she scooted to the far side as she tried to gain a bit of control over her raging hormones.

“Why so far away?” he asked, pouring them each a glass of wine and handing hers over. He leaned back in the seat across from her, taking in her leg, which was sticking out of the deep slit in the dress.

“I just wanted to be near the window,” she told him, unwilling to let him know how much he was affecting her.

He didn’t deserve to know. The night had been about power, and it was more than obvious that he was indeed the one who had it. For one minute she had thought she had some power, and it was pure exhilaration, but reality was too much of a letdown to try to hope.

The more Dalton gazed at her on their drive, though, the more she felt herself falling into his spell over and over again. Her nipples were peaked and aching, her core hot and wet. He didn’t even have to touch her to make her come undone.

Maybe that was what the night was about. He was showing her she truly needed him; she’d be a fool to walk away.

Feeling at the edge of a precipice, her heart racing, Elena tried to gain back control. It was useless. He controlled her and their relationship. She should let go of the strings holding her down and enjoy the ride.

At least if she were to do that, she wouldn’t ache so much.

“Elena, I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice low. He reached over and removed her empty glass, not offering a refill before he sat back and gazed at her.

“What?” This was a question she probably shouldn’t have asked.

“I want you to slide your fingers underneath that beautiful dress and run them across your hot, sweet center,” he said, his words husky as he looked down as if he could see right through the fabric covering her.

Though she was mortified at doing what he asked of her, there was also a rush of heat coursing through her body, making everything ache more than it had. She loved to turn him on, loved knowing she was making him come undone.

But she couldn’t sit there and fondle herself in front of him. She shifted, and glanced at him from beneath her lowered lashes.

“Um . . . I don’t want to do that,” she finally said when he was silent for too long.

“Yes, you do. I can see how turned on you are. I can smell you from here. Your body is ready to burst, and I want to watch as it does. Lift your dress up and scoot forward, then slide your fingers along your moist slit and slip them inside, coating them with your juices, and then rub them along that tender area you love my tongue to slide over.”

Pressing her legs together as she squirmed before him, Elena hated that he knew exactly what her body was feeling. He knew her body better than she did, knew exactly how to draw out her pleasure — knew how to deny it as well. He played her any time he wanted to, and right now he was doing it with nothing more than words.

“I’ve pictured all day what I’ve wanted to do with you. I’ve imagined you writhing on the bed, naked, with my head between your spread legs, your hands trailing across your swollen breasts while my tongue circles every delectable inch of your wet core. Then during dinner, I imagined sliding inside, filling you up. Did you picture the same thing, Elena? Do you want me to make you come?” he asked in a soft voice that had her panting.

“Yes.” The word was drawn out as she felt her fingers on her thigh, her eyelids drooping as she gazed at this man who was inserting his control by seducing her.

“Then do what I ask. Show me exactly what you want me to do to you,” he demanded.

Elena was sliding down in her seat, her legs spreading without her even thinking about it. She didn’t want to put on this show for him, but her core was so hot, so tight, so sensitive as she squirmed in the seat, her fingers unintentionally rubbing along her thigh.

“You are so stunning, Elena, with your cheeks flushed and your body aching for my touch. You respond perfectly to me. Prove to me that you are mine, that you will obey when I want something.”

Elena found herself helpless to fight him any longer. Her fingers slid a little more under her dress as she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the seat as she let his words wash over her.

“Open your legs, Elena. I want to see your desire for me.”

Her body was hot, and she felt the last of her resistance fade as she spread her thighs, the satin from her dress still obscuring his view. She wanted his hands on her and she knew the only way to get that was to do what he demanded.

“Pull up your dress, open yourself to me,” he told her.

She found herself lifting from the seat as she pulled the dress up to her hips, then pushed the fabric to the side, only her small piece of black lace obscuring his view of her wet center.

“Very good, Elena. You’re doing so good,” he praised. The smooth velvet of his voice washed over her, heightening her arousal that much more. “Pull the top of the dress down. I want to see your peaked nipples beneath the lace of your bra.”

She didn’t hesitate as she reached up and tugged on the satin covering her breasts. She felt the air hit the top of them, wishing she hadn’t worn the strapless bra. She wanted nothing but air to touch her skin before his mouth moistened it.

“Open your legs farther. That’s good. Damn, you are so beautiful,” he said almost reverently.

She opened herself even farther for him, glowing at his praise. Right in that moment, she was his to do with as he pleased. She was his willing slave, and she was too aroused to be the least bit ashamed of it.

Her breathing deepened as she thought about what he was seeing — her spread out and open to him. What was going through his mind? Was he as turned on as she was?

Impossible.

With her eyes closed she didn’t know he’d moved until she felt his fingers lightly brush the top of her breasts before moving over the lace of her bra and rubbing her nipples. The sensation nearly made her come right there; she was so excited.

When he squeezed her breasts, she didn’t even try to withhold her moan of pleasure. The ache in her core intensified, and she hoped his game was over, hoped he would move his hand down her body and give her the relief she so desperately wanted.

He took one of her hands in his and pressed her own fingers against her bra, then squeezed, making her cup her own breast. Then he pulled down her bra, making her breasts pop out above it, her palm still there, suddenly touching flesh.

She was surprised how hard her nipples were against her palm. She shouldn’t have been. As turned on as she was, her body was in full arousal. But she didn’t touch herself, not ever, so she didn’t know it as well as he did.

“See how much you love this, Elena, how aroused it makes you to follow my orders. Don’t fight me anymore. Just do what I ask without thinking, and I promise you a multitude of orgasms tonight. You will feel more pleasure than you could’ve ever imagined possible,” he told her.

“Yes, Dalton.” Her voice was husky and weak; she didn’t care.

“Lean back a little more. That’s a good girl. Now squeeze your nipple between your fingers with that hand while you take your other and rub your thigh all the way to the top of your panties.”

She did what he said, all the while feeling his hot breath against her ear while she rubbed her scorched skin. Her nipples were so sensitive, the slightest pressure of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

“I’m so hard right now, all I can think about is sinking deep inside you, Elena,” he said before his tongue traced the edge of her ear. She wanted to pull that tongue to where she really wanted it.

When his fingers grasped the edge of her panties, her entire body jolted. She lifted up, expecting him to pull them down, but with a slight tug, he shredded the lace and they fell away, leaving her completely bare to him.

“I need you to push your finger inside yourself, Elena. I need to know how wet and tight you are, if you really do want me to bury myself within you, to make you scream out my name while I plunge in and out of your heat.”

Elena found herself complying, found her fingers rubbing the outside of her core, her arousal making the area wet and hot. Spreading her legs even more, she now felt no shame at how open to him she was.

Without further prompting she pushed a finger inside, her flesh clamping around it as her body sought sweet relief. She moaned when she felt his fingers on her thigh, squeezing while she slid her finger in and out of her body.

Then without more prompting, she added another finger and buried them deep before pulling them out and rubbing them against her throbbing swollen nub, needing release.

She moaned as he kissed her shoulder before clamping his teeth to her flesh as his hand tightened on her thigh.

“Please, Dalton. I need . . .” She trailed off on a moan as she drew closer and closer to release.

“Don’t come yet, Elena,” he warned. “Your pleasure is mine to control. Keep rubbing yourself, bringing yourself closer, but don’t go over the edge,” he told her.

Elena didn’t know if she could hold out. She certainly knew she didn’t want to.

“Please, Dalton . . .” she groaned.

“Please what?” he said in a knowing voice.

“I need you inside me, Dalton. Please.” She wasn’t above begging. She was ready to straddle him right there on the seat.

His fingers joined hers, one of his slipping inside with hers, and Elena almost defied him and came right there. He bit down harder on her shoulder, as if he knew exactly what was going on.

She tried focusing on the pain of his bite while he pumped his finger alongside hers, burying it deep inside her before pulling out and rubbing along her swollen flesh, screaming for release.

Then he took her hand and pulled it away from her slick folds, making her whimper as she tried to push it back. Just a few more swipes and she would fall over the edge. She wanted to do it with him, but at this point, she’d settle for anything. Her skin was on fire and she needed to complete what he’d started.

Elena opened her eyes and found his dark gaze staring back at her; she was ready to reach out and take the initiative, grab his thick hair and pull him to her. But his lips quirked the tiniest bit as he began straightening her clothing, covering up what she’d uncovered.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

“It’s time to go inside. We’ll finish there,” he told her.

He opened the limo door and Elena was shocked to see they were home. She hadn’t been focused on anything other than Dalton and their intimate space in the back of the limo. She’d forgot about Lincoln driving, forgot anything and everything other than Dalton.

He shocked her when he pulled her from the car, then lifted her into his arms and made his way to the house. She was grateful for the assist though, as her legs were shaky, and she didn’t think she’d be capable of walking.

When they reached his den, he set her on her feet, letting her slide down his body, sparking every nerve ending she had. Spinning her around, his hand splayed on her stomach as he pulled her back against him, his arousal pressed against the softness of her backside while his fingers grazed the underside of her breast.

She moaned as her head fell back to rest against his chest. She needed to be naked, needed to be in his arms so he could do all those wonderful things he’d promised. Biting her lip to prevent her from begging, she enjoyed for the moment just having him pressed against her. He ran his hands up over her covered breasts, squeezing them and making her whimper.

“I can make you come with nothing more than words. I own your passion. I demand your trust. Give yourself over to me fully right here, right now,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled down the top of her dress then squeezed her through her bra.

Backing the two of them up, he sat, her cradled against his thickness as he pushed himself upward. There were too many clothes in the way. She wanted to rip them to shreds.

He pushed her off him, nearly making her stumble as she stood, and slowly turned her around to face him; she wondering what he was doing.

“Strip your clothes off, Elena. Every single inch.”

Not pausing for even a moment, Elena reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it slide to the floor before she unclasped her bra and let it pile on top of her beautiful dress.

She then stood before him in nothing more than stockings and her heels. She stepped forward and placed her foot between his legs on the edge of the couch, her toes close to his straining thickness.

Bending down, she undid the strap on her heel, before kicking it aside and lifting the other foot to the same spot and removing the other shoe. Putting her foot back in place, she leaned forward, letting her naked breasts spill forward as she began slowly removing her stockings.

When she was finished, she stood between his spread legs, her body bare to him as she waited for his next instruction. If she climbed onto his lap like she so desperately wanted to, he would punish her by making her wait longer.

He had to be the one in control. This was his way of inserting his dominance, and if she wanted a happy ending, she would be his puppet. She would be anything he wanted right now.

“Turn around.”

Elena did as asked, then he was behind her, his clothes pressing against her naked flesh. Reaching down, his fingers slid along her spine before trailing down the curve of her ass before reaching between her thighs and slipping inside her.

Her knees trembled as she stood in front of him, so vulnerable and needy.

His hands gripped her hips before sliding around and running up her quivering stomach, reaching over her breasts and holding their weight in his hands, he kissed the back of her neck before sucking the sensitive skin.

“I love you hot and turned on,” he said before dropping to his knees and kissing her spine all the way to the small of her back, making her skin tremble.