Possessing Eleanor (5 page)

Relief, increasing interest, arousal and budding annoyance warred inside Ellie. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and she curled and uncurled her toes in the thick fur rug as she fought the urge to blurt out what swirled through her mind. The whole unknown punishment thing was intimidating to be sure, but the desire to tell him to get over himself and quit issuing ultimatums was strong. She wasn't so naïve as to not get what he was talking about in theory, and a very big part of her wanted to explore what he offered, but he was being awfully light on the details and heavy on the macho. So far, this sounded as if it were all about him. She blatantly scowled at him.

“You have my permission to speak, Eleanor.”

“So then you'll be
mad
at me if I stop things?” Ellie groaned inwardly as soon as the question tumbled out. Where was the well-deserved rebuke? Where was the counterproposal of acceptable behavior?
Where was her backbone?

“Not in the least.” In a few purposeful strides, he was close enough that she could breathe in his intoxicating scent. “It's imperative you understand my rules. The safe word is a last resort, not to be used in an effort to attempt to control what's happening.” He brushed his lips across her forehead. “Of course, I will be monumentally disappointed if you don't trust me to know your limits and what will bring you ultimate pleasure, but what goes on in this room stays in this room.”

Taking stock of her throbbing core, not to mention her racing pulse and tingling nipples, there was no denying how much his proposal aroused her. Ellie studied the muscled perfection of the man while she contemplated her situation. Again, Jackson was opening himself to her, being honest about who he was and trusting her to accept him. And caution be damned, she did trust him, with her body and her heart.

“Pumpernickel.”

Ellie's heart jumped at Jackson's look of sheer male satisfaction.

“Very good.” He went and sat on the edge of the bed. “I want you naked, now.”

With her fingers shaking from both adrenaline and self-consciousness, the job of getting undressed was just that, work. Once she'd finished, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next. Jackson wasn't being much help, what with sitting stone silent and eating her up with his smoky eyes. God, how she wanted to ask him, but rules were rules.

After what seemed an eternity, he patted the mattress next to his thigh. Without hesitation, Ellie crossed the room, anticipation rising with each footstep. She smiled shyly when she arrived at the bed, but only for a second because, to her utter shock, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her flat across his lap. One hand pressed heavily between her shoulder blades while the other caressed the cheeks of her ass. When a finger tickled along her crack, she wiggled her hips, discovering that in her current position, her clit could make perfect contact with his denim-clad thigh. She relaxed, let her head loll forward and savored his gentle touch.

“What the
hell?
” she cried out as his hand slapped one butt cheek with authority. She tried to turn her head, but he was now holding her at the back of her neck, making it impossible for her to see anything but the floor. His fingers tightened noticeably in her soft flesh as she tried to squirm off of his lap.

“That was definitely a question,” he stated sternly, swatting her other cheek with equal intensity. “Bad girls who can't behave get punished. Didn't I make that clear to you?”

Once, twice, three times, his hand connected with her ass, sending stinging heat radiating down her legs, up her spine and straight to her pussy. Ellie wasn't sure what was more shocking, the fact he was paddling her like an errant child, or the fact it was turning her on big time. When his tongue touched her sensitized flesh, she wantonly raised her hips.

“See, Eleanor? A little pain can be highly stimulating if applied properly.”

His teeth nipped, and Ellie squealed.

“You have the perfect ass.” He slid his hand between her thighs, finding her soaked and swollen. Gathering some of her cream, he slid his fingers back to her puckered anus. “Have you ever taken anything here?” He tapped gently.

“No, Jackson.” She squeezed shut her eyes and her entire body tensed.

“Relax.” His finger began to press. “You definitely want my fingers before my cock.”

Ellie drew a ragged breath and grabbed two handfuls of bed covers when he slowly breached her virgin channel, but she didn't stop him. She whimpered at the unknown sensation of something wiggling and rotating in her anus. It definitely wasn't unpleasant, as evidenced by the moisture building in her pussy, but she was keenly aware one finger was a far cry from Jackson's fully erect penis. She pushed that reality from her mind in order to concentrate on the heat racing through her system. When he pulled almost all the way out, only to return with two fingers, she blew out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and pressed up into his hand.

“That's it, Eleanor. Ride my fingers while they fuck your ass.” He steadily increased his pressure and tempo, causing her pussy to move against his leg. “Imagine how intense it's going to be when I slide my dick deep.” He added a third finger.

Her hips bucked wildly, and she couldn't help the little mewling sounds she made.

“Tell me what you're feeling.”

“Oh my God, Jackson!” She met him stroke for stroke, desperately needing to end this incredible torture with the orgasm that fluttered just out of her reach. “That feels incredible.
Please
make me come. I have to come! I'm so close!”

Again, she was begging him, and again, she didn't give a damn. Her world was completely focused on her body's catastrophic level of arousal and the man who was orchestrating it. Ellie was on fire from her hair follicles to the tips of her toes. She knew, without a doubt, any second now, he would bring her to glorious fulfillment.

Her disappointment was dizzying when his fingers retreated from her ass and he lifted her up by the shoulders to sit shakily next to him on the bed. She stared dumbfounded as Jackson stood. Tears of utter frustration shimmered in her eyes.

“Wh...” was all she said before remembering the rules and slamming her mouth closed so fast her teeth knocked together painfully.

“Nice save,” he chuckled, cradling her flushed cheek and rubbing her pouting lower lip. “As much as paddling that ass again would be fun for both of us,” he pressed his thumb between her lips, and she sucked greedily, “I have other plans.”

Jackson removed his jeans. When he was gloriously naked, he leisurely stroked his engorged cock.

Ellie reached out, the need to touch his body so strong that her hands shook with it. When Jackson moved away from her right before she made contact, she whined loudly. How long would he drag out this game, this sweet torture? He crossed the room to the armoire and swung open its heavy doors. With his back to her, she simply gazed at his corded muscles and tight buns, getting hotter by the second.

“Do you trust me?” He came back to her, holding a wide piece of black silk.

“Yes, I do.”

She kept eye contact with him until he secured the soft blindfold around her head. Sitting perfectly still, she tried to adjust to the strange sensation of losing her sight. Although he wasn't touching her, Ellie knew Jackson hadn't moved. She heard his ragged breathing. The unique spicy scent that was his alone wrapped around her. The sounds of wood splintering in the fireplace seemed unusually loud, and in her mind's eye, she pictured the glowing embers sparking.

As she waited for Jackson to do something,
anything
, she couldn't believe how attuned she became to her own body. Her skin prickled with almost unbearable anticipation. Her nipples were so hard that the slightest brush of air across them bordered on painful. Her pussy was wet and warm and throbbed deeply, rhythmically. Not knowing if she was allowed to touch herself, Ellie dug her fingers into the thick covers and rotated her hips enough to bring some friction to her aching clit.

Jackson studied Eleanor with fascination, taking note of every nuance of her body's reaction to her current situation. Goose bumps dotted her arms and legs. The delicate scent of her arousal wafted around him. A pale pink blush colored her from neck to the tips of her breasts, which quivered with each breath she took. Her nipples strained toward him, begging to be sucked and teased. Every seductive movement of her hips elicited an answering twitch from his cock. She embodied every fantasy he'd had in his lifetime, and she was here, waiting for him.

“Absolute perfection,” he whispered as he feathered his finger along her collarbone. “I've waited my entire life for you, Eleanor.” He kissed her mouth lightly while caressing down her body, coming to a stop when he cupped her shins. “Bring your legs up and roll over onto your stomach. Yes, right like this.”

Ellie scooted and moved to his direction, ending up spread out in his bed on her tummy with her face turned to rest on some of the cool, satin pillows. Jackson positioned more pillows under her hips until her backside was raised and displayed at the perfect angle. He carefully spread her legs so the glistening lips of her pussy were also exposed. Jackson forced himself to take a few precious moments to experience the exquisite torture of waiting to claim the woman who was completely at his mercy. His blood heated to near lava temperatures as it pounded through his veins.

“Hold onto these, Eleanor.” Jackson tickled her palms with the silk restraints.

She followed his direction, and he tied the ends loosely around each of her wrists, taking his sweet time to enjoy the erotic picture she made. He would make certain what was to come was the most intense, moving, powerful experience she'd ever had. It was mandatory to him that, from this moment forward, Eleanor never, ever wanted another man, sexually or any other way. He was possessive by nature, but where she was concerned, his emotions were fierce. He understood she didn't yet share his conviction that they were meant to be together forever, but he was supremely confident in his powers of persuasion.

He left her again just long enough to grab lubrication and a condom and, after sheathing himself, climbed onto the bed between her legs. He used his knees to further spread her thighs, and when he rested his palm at the small of her back, she whimpered and rose to his touch.

“Talk to me now.” He spread her cheeks, drizzling lubrication slowly over her exposed anus. “You know what I'm going to do. Are you ready for me?” He massaged the cool gel all the way to her weeping pussy and back before teasing her puckered rear hole.

“I can't take any more.” She wiggled her body and pulled on her silk restraints. “Please make love to me. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Inside you where? Here?” He plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, careful not to touch her clit, knowing how tightly she was strung and not wanting her to come until his cock was deep inside her. “Or do you want something here?” Carefully, he breached her ass with two other fingers.

“Either, both, my
God,
I don't care. Just let me come!”

“Well, if you don't care...” He removed all of his fingers and sat back on his heels far enough to let her feel his retreat. “Maybe I haven't prepared you properly, and we should start again?”

“In my ass,” she panted while writhing in complete abandon. “Please!”

Jackson could barely contain a shout of joy at her honesty and her surrender. He spread her wide and began his entry into her virgin asshole. With infinite care, he filled her, stretched her and possessed her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt in her snug warmth.

Ellie's fingers throbbed as she pulled on her restraints. At first, she worried there was no way her body would accept such an invasion, that Jackson would split her in two. But, after the first painful shock of his penetration, heat spread through her body as he continued his entry. Now with his heavy balls lying against her pussy and his body as tight to hers as physically possible, she gloried in the intimacy of their connection.

“Are you okay, Eleanor?” He groaned the question close to her ear.

“Love me, Jackson. Hard, fast, take me the way I know you want to.” She ground her hips against him in encouragement.

He responded immediately. Holding onto her waist tightly, he pulled back then took her body with purposeful strokes, each time burying his cock to the hilt only to withdraw and return again, faster and harder.

Ellie cried out in ecstasy when he finally let go and fucked her with every ounce of strength and passion he had. She matched his powerful rhythm, wanting him to understand she was his in every sense of the word. His fevered pace, his moans of pleasure, the slickness of his heated flesh against hers, all combined to bring her to a level of arousal she had never dreamed possible.

When her body exploded into a million shattering pieces, she screamed in joy and bucked uncontrollably. She couldn't get him close enough or deep enough. She wanted this to last forever. She vaguely registered that one of her arms was no longer supported by the silk, and she grabbed blindly at the headboard for leverage. Jackson pounded into her at a frenzied pace until he stiffened and shouted triumphantly.

Sated, exhausted and a bit overwhelmed, Ellie drifted on a wave of pure emotion. Ragged breathing and logs splitting in the fireplace were the only sounds in the room. Finally, Ellie moved a little, loving the feel of Jackson draped across her back while still deeply embedded in her body, but feeling a tingle of discomfort in one of her shoulders.

“I may have pulled a muscle,” she commented quietly, turning her one still-tethered wrist gingerly. She smiled to herself as Jackson immediately rose up, threw her blindfold onto the floor and untangled her wrist from the silk. He rolled over and gathered her close. Seeing worry in his beautiful eyes, she touched his cheek. “It's not a mortal wound, Jackson. I think I'll survive.” She dropped a delicate kiss on his neck and snuggled close.

“Was I too rough?” He searched her face. “I shouldn't have lost control like that, but you drove me crazy, spread out like a goddess, waiting for me. When you let go with all of the passion I knew was inside you, I lost my mind.” He gathered her in his arms and stroked her heated skin.