Possessing Eleanor (6 page)
“In case you missed it, I ripped one of your restraints right off the bedpost.” She poked him playfully in the chest. “Give me a little while, and I think I would like to find out what other games you like to play.”
“That's music to my ears, sweetheart, because, since we met, I've spent a hell of a lot of time dreaming up some very interesting scenarios.”
“Oh, do tell,” she chuckled, entwining her leg with his. “I think I can feel my strength returning already.”
Chapter Five
Ellie stood under the steaming water, trying to wake up as her thoughts drifted back over the last two weeks spent with Jackson. Time had flown by on an incredible mix of discovering shared interests, learning each other's dreams, and exploring heights of desire and fulfillment she'd never dreamed possible.
This morning, she'd gotten out of bed on the first buzz of the alarm clock in an effort not to disturb him. He had loved her long and well last night, and was leaving today on a business trip. He needed his beauty rest.
She picked up the bar of soap and was working up a good lather when a flutter of cold air in the small bathroom signaled Jackson's arrival. The flower-patterned shower curtain opened, and he stepped into the tub in all of his naked glory. Ellie grinned up at him as she placed her soapy hands on his shoulders and rose up on her toes to kiss him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
“I didn't mean to wake you,” she said, watching a trail of bubbles glide down his chest. “But I'm very glad you decided to join me.” She ran her hands along his body in lazy circles, delighting in the contrast of slippery soap over hard muscle. She took her sweet time cleaning and teasing his upper body, getting more turned on by the second as his cock lengthened and hardened. Unable to resist, she reached around and massaged soap between the tight cheeks of his ass. He groaned loudly and pulled her into his embrace.
“Exactly what are you hoping to accomplish with those devilish hands of yours, Eleanor?” He poured shampoo into his palms and massaged it gently into her scalp. Ellie squealed each time he rubbed his erection along her tummy.
“This,” she giggled, taking his length in her hands and cradling him. He widened his stance a bit, allowing Ellie perfect access to his heavy balls. She fondled and soaped and teased him until his legs trembled. She flinched when shampoo ran down her forehead and into her eyes.
“Serves you right,” Jackson chuckled as he disengaged himself from her talented fingers and turned her around to rinse her hair. “See what happens when you mercilessly tease your man?”
Ellie raised her face into the water, gasping when his slippery penis rubbed between her legs. She wantonly pushed back against him, rotating her hips and was instantly rewarded with his skillful hands cupping her breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples until they stood at attention.
She leaned both hands against the tile wall and bent forward as far as the small space allowed in an effort to provide Jackson greater access to her needy parts. His cock head nudged at her pussy lips as he gently inserted his still soapy thumb into her ass.
“No, Jackson,” Ellie whimpered, contradicting the invitation being issued by her writhing body.
“'No Jackson'?” He mocked her tone playfully and pressed further into both of her throbbing channels.
“We're going to run out of hot water right when we get to the good parts again.” They both laughed at the shared memory of their last bathing experience, which had been rudely interrupted at a most pivotal time when her old water heater had made three loud banging noises at the same time icy cold water pelted them.
“Then I suggest we rinse off quickly, because I am more than ready to get to the good parts.”
They stepped out into the steam-filled room and rubbed each other dry with fluffy, oversized towels. Truth be told, they both rubbed more than was strictly necessary over a few erogenous zones, but it wasn't more than a few minutes before Jackson ripped the towel out of her hand and lifted her to perch on the edge of the counter. He yanked open a drawer and handed her a foil packet.
“Since when are there condoms in my bathroom?”
“I've put condoms in every room of both of our houses,” Jackson ground out as she rolled the latex over his straining penis. “I don't ever want us to have to slow down long enough to search for one when the mood strikes. And in case you haven't been paying attention, when we're together, the mood strikes a lot.”
He grabbed her thighs and pulled her onto his cock. She shimmied around on the counter for a second, trying to find the right position and the right angle to take him in all the way. She muttered a frustrated curse.
“This isn't working,” she complained while wrapping her arms around his neck. “I can't get the right leverage.” She was frantic to have him fucking her with abandon.
Jackson's lips claimed hers in a searing, desperate kiss as his hands scooped under her bottom. He easily lifted her from the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock slid deep, and he swallowed her satisfied sigh. She delighted in the delicious sensation of being impaled more deeply with each step he took while carrying her into the bedroom. When it became evident he was going to pull out of her at the side of the bed, she tried to lock her ankles behind his back.
“Let go, Eleanor,” he commanded. When she fixed him with a serious pout and didn't immediately follow his direction, he swatted her ass cheek with authority. “My plan was to fuck you senseless as soon as you hit the mattress, but I see you need a reminder of who's in charge?”
She instantly dropped her legs and crawled onto the bed. “I'm sorry, Jackson,” she apologized quietly, seductively. She fixed him with a sultry smile before lowering her eyes in submission. “How do you want me?” She couldn't help the chuckle that punctuated her words.
“Flat on your back, legs spread.” He put his fists on his hips and stared down at her.
Ellie's pulse sped up as she lay down and opened herself to his slow, appreciative perusal. Jackson was at his Dominant best, fully aroused and proving his utter control over the situation by making her wait until he was damn good and ready to give her what she needed. She ran her tongue over the tip of a finger and then swirled it around her puckered nipple. Jackson's hiss was her reward.
“So it's teasing you're into this morning?” He knelt between her outstretched legs. “One of my favorite games.” He ran his finger along her pussy lips. “Grab onto the headboard. Do not let go unless I give you permission.”
Ellie did as she was told, grateful the pillows were piled underneath her head so she could watch as Jackson administered his special brand of sweet torture.
“You're always so wet, so responsive.” He dipped into her, gathering some of her warm cream and slowly drew his thumb back to her puckered anus. She bent her knees, planted her feet flat on the mattress and spread herself as wide as she could. “Perfect. If memory serves, this is what got you going in the shower.” He wiggled his thumb into her rear channel.
“More Jackson, more,” she writhed into his hand. “Your cock, too, now,
please
!”
“By definition, teasing is the drawing out of an experience, directly the opposite of ‘more now'.” He tapped her clit in time with the rhythm he set in her ass. “What do you want for breakfast this morning? It's my turn to cook.”
“Bastard,” she hissed out through clenched teeth. He answered with a quick pinch to her swollen nub. “Okay, okay ... omelet.”
“What kind?” He thrust two thick fingers into her pussy.
“Cheese, ham, artichoke ... who the hell cares?” Her voice rose as her body rushed towards release. She wanted Jackson to see the desire in her eyes, but he was completely focused on what he was doing between her legs.
“Your pussy is clenching my fingers so tightly, throbbing and pulsing around me. You aren't thinking about coming yet, are you?” She didn't miss his warning tone.
“I can't think at all right now, and you know it. I'm so horny. Please don't make me wait any longer.”
He looked up at her with barely leashed passion etched in the taut lines of his face and flashed a sinister grin. “Despite all of my skillful instruction, you still have trouble controlling your climaxes. Should I see that as an insult or a compliment?”
“Compliment, damn it! I can get off just thinking about making love to you. How the hell am I supposed to control myself when you're actually touching me?”
“Compliment it is then.”
One second he was teasing her beyond reason, the next he surged into her pussy with purpose. He planted his muscled arms on the mattress on either side of her head. He pumped once, and Ellie's eyes slammed closed in ecstasy.
“Look at me, Eleanor.”
When she did, she knew that she was lost. His eyes were black with passion, his hair damp and wild, and his neck and shoulder muscles stretched tight. Her pussy clutched around his cock, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.
“Hold onto my arms. Wrap your legs around me, too. I want you attached to me in every way possible.” He shook with the effort of his control but only for a moment.
Mercifully, he stopped teasing and fucked her hard and fast. Perspiration broke out on her forehead, and she ground her teeth together but never broke eye contact. Her release exploded with such force she cried out and dug her nails into his flesh. She ground herself against him wildly, and he unbelievably increased the speed and power of his thrusts. When he shouted out his orgasm, she tried to hold him even closer. His heart pounded against her breasts, and his labored breathing was loud.
“I think we need to take another shower,” he whispered in her ear as they settled down together in the rumpled sheets.
* * * *
Ellie savored not only the last bite of the veggie omelet Jackson had made for her, but the cozy, comfortable ambiance of his presence in her home and her life. Despite the fact they'd been together such a short time, it simply felt right.
“Are you sure you won't change your mind and come with me?” Jackson got up from the kitchen table to set his empty coffee cup in the sink. “Traverse City in the fall is beautiful, and I won't be on the job site all the time.” He wiggled an eyebrow suggestively and leaned against the counter.
Ellie leisurely assessed him from the tips of his work boots, up the denim that hugged his legs perfectly and over the flannel shirt that did nothing to hide his defined chest, not stopping until she captured his eyes with her own playful leer. “The thought of ‘coming’ anywhere with you is tantalizing indeed, but I can't be away from the office right now.” She let out a dramatic sigh of disappointment. “We've been together every day since we met. Don't you need a break from me?” She saw that her attempt at lighthearted humor was a complete miss when his expression darkened noticeably.
“Do you need one from me?” His posture stiffened and his voice was stern.
“I was just trying to be funny. You need to learn how to lighten up.” She went to him, leaning fully against his hard body and wrapping her arms around his neck. She planted a quick kiss on his closed lips. “I'm going to pine for you every second you're gone.” She giggled when he cupped her ass cheeks and pressed her against his erection. After the way the day had started, she was amazed at his ability to be ready to go again. It warmed her right down to her toes that he desired her so much.
“What else do you have planned besides pining and working?”
“It's really very exciting. I'm going to catch up on some house cleaning, add in some laundry for a thrill, and oh yeah, I'm going out with some friends for dinner.”
“Really, who are you going out with?” He stared down at her intensely.
“Judy, her fiance Dale, and our friend, Ted. I've been woefully neglectful of my buddies since we've been together. I'm looking forward to seeing them.”
“If I was going to be in town, would you have invited me along?”
“What a silly question. Of course, I would have.” He was so serious, so quiet, she couldn't figure out what his problem was, but she didn't appreciate his tone. “I do have friends you know, as I'm sure you do. I love being with you, but I think it's healthy for both of us to interact with other humans on a social level, don't you?”
“And your way of doing that is by going out on a date the first chance you get?”
“What in the world are you talking about?” She pulled away from him and set her hands on her hips. “What date?”
“A committed couple, you and
Ted
. Sounds like a double date to me, Eleanor.”
“You're kidding me, right?”
His expression was anything but humorous, instantly raising Ellie's hackles.
“What happened to trusting each other completely and being true mates for life, Jackson? Does that mean you control who my friends are and where I go? Jump into the twenty-first century. Men and women can have a platonic relationship.”
“So you admit that you and Ted have a
relationship
? I don't share my woman with another man.”
“Oh my God, you did not just say that to me.” Ellie stormed over to the table, picked up her dishes and stomped back to the sink. She tossed them in with a loud clank. Swinging around to face him, she opened her mouth then quickly slammed it shut, trying to tone down her fury and her hurt. After everything they had shared, every supposedly heartfelt declaration of his affection for her, he had the nerve to accuse her of cheating on him?
“I'm going to work, Jackson. Have a great trip. Oh, and lock the door behind yourself with the key to my house that I gave you because I thought we were in a
trusting
relationship,” she spat out as she left the kitchen. Under no circumstances would she let him see the tears pooling in her eyes. She wiped her hand across her face.
Throwing open the hall closet door, she ripped her coat off the hanger, well aware by the thudding sound of Jackson's boots that he now stood behind her.
“Eleanor, you will not walk out. I simply questioned you about what you plan to do while I'm gone. That I don't want you spending time with another man seems pretty normal to me. Wouldn't it bother you if I spent time with another woman?”