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Soapy water I realize when he sits it down next to me on the floor.
“Hungry?” he asks.
“God yes.”
“Even with him?” He nods his head to dead Darren, as if I had somehow forgotten he was still here when it’s impossible not to smell the death and blood even if I couldn’t see him from the corner of my eyes.
“Since I haven’t had anything since breakfast in East Coast time, yes, I’m starving.” I push away all thoughts of alive or dead Darren since my stomach is growling. Screw that guy. He’s not taking anything else from me, especially a hot meal.
Eli puts the bag down on the workbench, then goes over to work the controls for the hook. He lowers me down until my knees meet the concrete so cool I feel it through my denim.
Then, he brings over the biggest slice of pepperoni pizza I’ve ever seen along with a napkin.
Kneeling on the floor in front of me in his clothes that look too clean for this basement, he holds the pointed end of the slice to my mouth.
“Smells delicious.”
“Best in Vegas,” he tells me as I take a bite.
“Mmm. Fuck yes,” I agree as I chew it up and take another bite.
“You know, you’re the only prisoner that I’ve ever fed.”
“Really?” I ask between mouthfuls.
“Well, yeah. What was the point of wasting food when the others were going to die?”
“Right,” I agree. I eat about half of the giant slice before telling Eli, “I’m ready for dessert now.”
“Fuck, yes,” he agrees, knowing exactly what I’m referring to. Getting to his feet, he undoes his pants with one hand, drops them, and then steps close enough for me to reach his dick with my mouth…while he finishes eating the pizza, moaning around each bite as I devour him. When he shoves deep to the back of my throat, I hum my approval around his length since I’ve already got a grip on my gag reflex, and know he probably misses it.
“God, you’re so damn good at that,” Eli says in approval as he cups the back of my head to test me, giving me every long inch. I’m damn proud of myself too when my nose touches his pelvis and I taste how close he is to finishing. “That…that’s enough,” he declares when he pulls out of my mouth.
He quickly washes up his hands in the soapy water, dries them on his pants before pulling out a tube of what I assume is lube from his pocket.
“I promise this will only feel good,” he tells me as he undoes my pants, tugging them down to my knees. “And I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind.”
“I won’t,” I assure him as he goes around behind me. I glance over my shoulder to watch him undress while staring at my ass. I wish I was naked too, but there’s no way I’m letting him cut the leather Savage Kings cut from my body. And I don’t want him to undo my hands either. Like I’ve told Eli before, I like being at his mercy.
Once he’s naked, he kneels behind me and pushes on my back to lean me forward. The swipe of his wet tongue in that spot is so unexpected I shout my surprise, making him chuckle.A second later the only sounds I can make are gasps and moans of pleasure because…goddamn. His probing tongue is a hell of a thing, making my eyes roll back in my head. I’m so blissed out, my dick leaking, that when his fingers begin to stretch me, I barely feel the sting.
Eli’s palm slaps my ass and then laughs when I arch my back wanting more. I want all of him.
“Please, Eli,” I beg. His thrusting fingers tease me, only hitting my prostate occasionally to make me cry out. I know he’s taking his time, wanting to make sure he doesn’t hurt me, but I’m not sure how much more I can take.
Just when I’m starting to wonder if he’s ever going to give me what I want, he lines himself up. Both of his palms slip underneath my shirt, stroking up and down my stomach before he hugs me to him tightly, and thrusts inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I exclaim at the invasion, pain and pleasure all blurring together.
“You feel so damn good,” Eli says. His lips and tongue latch onto my neck while one of his palms slides down my stomach to fist me. Somehow, I lost my full erection, but am still right on the edge. “So hot and tight,” he adds as he slowly withdraws before slamming deep again and again, making me cry out with each rough pump of his hips. “And you’remine.”
I’m so overwhelmed by having him hit that magical spot inside me while jerking me off that I can’t think. He squeezes me to the front of his body so hard, I can’t take a deep breath either.
Eli doesn’t fuck me, he claims me, owns me with each and every thrust. There’s no other way to describe it.
I’m his.
And it feels so good when I finally surrender to him. To myself.
