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When Ellis had asked you what would make you happy, this wasn’t how he thought things would go.
He’d expected to be pampering you; to take you on a date, spend a whole day doting on you, running you a bath, drying your hair, rubbing your feet and your back – carrying you home and them making love to you on your shared bed, joining hands together pinned to his plush pillows.
Certainly not this .
You’d asked him to sit on a chair in the centre of his room, and then when you’d wrapped a strip of silk cloth around his eyes he’d let out a light gasp, and then – then you’d gently moved his arms behind the chair and tied them together with something far more firm than the silk prohibiting his vision. Ellis was certain he could get out of the knots too easily and debated whether he should instruct you how to tie them better, but then you’d grabbed his chin and kissed him so firmly all his thoughts had stopped in an instant.
Slowly you’d removed his clothing as best as you could, pulling his shirt open until his toned stomach was displayed in front of you and you could let your lips leave marks all down him. Each time he gasped or shivered you would focus your attention on a spot until you’d felt satisfied with each mark you’d left.
He was holding back, though, you could tell that much by how he’d bite his lip or hold his breath – Ellis couldn’t hide the tent in his pants, though, nor the wet patch on his underwear when you’d unzipped his trousers and pulled them down enough to expose it.
Honestly, you’d wanted to expose his hardened cock right there and ride him until he cried your name over and over, but there was just something too satisfying about keeping him on edge and teasing him the way you were.
Like the way his hips buck up slightly each time you let your lips go to the waistband of his underwear, only to move back up to focus attention on his jaw, or his neck, shoulders, or nipples.
“Ellis,” you whisper, pressing your hands to his chest, resting your knee between his legs and purposefully pressing against his erection. “What do you want?”
“For you to be happy,” he replies instantly.
Of course, he can’t see the way your lips turn into some mix of a frown or a pout. That wasn’t what you wanted, not what would make you happy – all you wanted was for him to actually say the things he wanted, to admit when he had desires, to stop pushing them down because of– well–
Just how far did you have to push him until he let himself be free with his desires?
Slowly you straddle his thigh, moving your hands up to his shoulders to hold yourself steady, lowering yourself down against him until the position and angle hits just the right spot. Ellis tenses and inhales sharply; the only sounds in the room are your pants and gasps as you grind yourself against his thigh.
It’s not enough to cum the way you want to, his hands on you, his cock thrusting in and out of you with the lewd sounds of your bodies joining in quick succession echoing in the room.
“Ellis.”
He stiffens again as you moan his name out.
This is what you want, he shouldn’t interfere with that, but, but-
But .
Without even thinking about it, he finds himself freeing his wrists and slipping free of his restraints without trying at all. The first time he finds himself aware that he’d done it is when he grabs your hips, fingers almost bruising against your soft flesh. A second later he lifts you up from his thigh, a squeal leaving your lips as he easily throws you down on your bed.
Your heart thunders as he pulls his blindfold off and crawls over you, his open shirt easily shrugged off.
“Ellis….?”
“Did that really make you happy?” he murmurs, fingers gently tracing your lips. His voice is deep, husky and you find yourself lost for words at how he gazes at you. For a moment you feel as if you’re in danger: caged prey caught by a very hungry predator.
“I-I….”
Your thoughts are further muddled when his hands slip into your own trousers and under the band of your own underwear to seek your heat. A loud moan escapes you as he sinks two fingers into your wetness and you clench your eyes.
“Hmm, so wet.”
“Ellis, stop.”
“Isn’t this what you enjoy, though?” He asks, lowering his lips to yours to place the briefest of kisses there. “Being underneath me as I fuck you?”
You feel your face heat up at his lewd words, at how he whispers them just for you, and more when he slips his fingers out and brings them up to the light. You murmur a protest at the sight as he admires your slick coating his fingers and try to bury yourself into the pillow in an attempt to escape.
Apparently he seems to want to aid you as he lifts his weight from you and uses his hands to roll you onto your stomach. Ellis’ weight settles onto your back before you feel his hands run up your arms and slowly pull your clothing off. It’s not the most efficient position, but he doesn’t stop until you’re left in your bra and panties.
No, not quite right.
The rope you’d used to bind him earlier is around your own wrists, a knot far better than any you could have made and though you tug against them you only find it growing tighter. With your hands bound at the base of your back you can just feel his hardness pressing against you, but when you try and flex your fingers to reach for him in an attempt to hurry up his need, he pulls back.
Only for a moment, though. His hands are on you again as he lifts your hips up in the air. Surely this is it, you think, but then his hands continue to roam your body, pulling at skin and murmuring how beautiful you are until his hands grip your breasts tightly.
A loud moan escapes you and he lets out a hum of appreciation.
You feel his body cage yours, his chest against your back and his length pressing against you, but it’s his lips pressing against the bare, cold skin of your back that pulls a gasp from you. He rains kisses down on you, some light and some biting enough to leave marks, mixed with his own moans of your name whenever he finds spots he seems to really enjoy. Your waist is one of them, he leaves especially vivid marks there which you are reminded of whenever his hands move there to hold you in place.
It’s then that Ellis starts to grind himself against you in much the way you had done it to him. You squirm, murmuring his name in an attempt to beg him for what you want.
Suddenly, Ellis stops.
“Ellis?”
“Mmm….”
You shift yourself so you can peer at him, frowning at the confused look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I want… you to be happy.”
“I know.”
“But I want to... leave you like this.” To emphasise what he means, he slides your panties aside and slides a finger along your slit. You shudder, body tensing at the sensation; not enough pressure where you want it, but attention where you so desperately need it. “But that won’t make you happy.”
“What would make you happy… Ellis…?”
He thinks for a moment, his finger still idly running up and down your slit, before he moves himself back and fully removes his trousers. You gulp at the sight, feeling your mouth go dry as his long cock hangs heavily at the base of dark curls. Shit. You want to touch it so bad, you tug at your restraints and whimper when you see him grip his cock.
Did he really decide to leave you needy for him?
Perhaps the desperation shows on your face because Ellis gives you a gentle smile and positions himself behind you; one hand gripping himself, the other your waist. The tip of his cock brushes against you.
“Ellis… please-” you clench your hands as best as you can, shoulders beginning to ache from the position. “Please….”
As your desperate cries for him hang in the air, Ellis slowly pushes himself into you. Just his swollen tip at first, but then he quickly starts to ease himself fully inside of you. Whimpers leave you as your body thrashes; without any chance to adjust to him, it’s almost painful, but so outweighed by the pleasure. You pant the start of his name over and over as you struggle to catch your breath, and when he bottoms out entirely, you swear you could cum right there.
He doesn’t move, though, and you slowly start to fidget impatiently.
“Keep your head to the side so I can hear all your noises,” he says, his tone far more commanding than he’d usually use. Before you can ask him what he means, one of his large hands presses against the top of your back and presses you down into the bed more. He shifts his hips to adjust to the position, before pulling out. Again he pauses, and just as you find yourself needing more, he thrusts himself all the way back in.
“Ellis, fuck-”
“I am.”
You can hear the smug smile on his lips as he bucks his hips against you roughly, pulling out and thrusting in far quicker now, no pausing in between. The sound of flesh slapping flesh joins the chorus of your moans in the room and you find yourself grateful that there’s no one in the adjoining rooms as for sure they’d be able to hear everything.
Just as you feel the start of your orgasm building, he pulls out and moves back.
Had he really decided to…?
In an instant you find yourself flipped over onto your back, your legs draped over his shoulders as he slams his cock back into you. Stars cloud your vision as you let out a loud cry of his name, and he smiles this time, murmuring your name as he fucks you with an almost violent pace. Your body is sore, your wrists and arms especially.
Ellis turns his head to your ankle, tracing light kisses along the skin there, before working his lips higher and higher.
“I can’t… take it-” you huff out as his teeth graze your leg.
Without words, Ellis moves his free hand between the pair of you to find just the spot he knows will push you over the edge. His fingers seek your sweet bud, and the moment he finds it he presses against it firmly before pinching it to send you half screaming his name, hips and your back lifting off the bed in an instant.
He times the pleasure he bestows with his fingers with his thrusts, and whenever he seems to sense you’re close he slows down, over and over until you feel him begin to pick up speed without cessation – each time he fully sheaths himself inside of you, you cry out his name and his fingers press against your clit.
In no time at all you feel yourself hurling over the edge of bliss, body tightening around him as you come apart around his cock. You chant his name over and over, feeling almost euphoric, as though you’re floating as you feel him empty himself within you. Vaguely you hear him say your name, but you swear you must have passed out somewhere there, because the next thing you remember is him lying on your chest, staring up at you with a sweet smile. Your wrists are sore, but now untied and resting beside you as he softly caresses the marks he’d left.
“This makes me happy.”
“What…?” you croak out, voice hoarse.
“These…” he lifts your wrists gently, shifting himself so he can place a very light kiss against one of the rope burns. “They make me happy.”
Not that he’d hurt you, that you understand all too quickly, but that you’d allowed him to tie you up the way you had. Ellis’ tongue flicks out against the marks and you whimper at the flicker of pain.
“I want to fuck you again,” he says, his sweet smile on his lips still as he returns to resting his head on your chest. “All night. I won’t let you sleep at all.”
“Ellis….”
“You’re very good at saying my name.”
“I-” what are you even supposed to say to that? You blush furiously, blinking a few times before you clear your throat. “I won’t be able to move tomorrow if you carry on.”
“Then you’ll have to let me look after you,” he replies, all too innocently. “If you’d let me… I’d like to tie you up more… maybe to the headboard of the bed?”
A low moan escapes you at the idea, and his eyes flash with excitement. You know full well how well he’ll take care of you when you can’t move, how he’ll bathe you and bring you food, even feed you so all you have to do is give yourself over to him. Briefly you wonder if there’s something wrong with you that you feel more turned on by his darker desires, by the hungry tone in his voice whenever he talks about you being tied up here, and when the image of your body becoming more and more covered in rope marks enters your mind, you find yourself all too ready to give yourself over to him in any way he wants.