Owned by Him (5 page)

She entered first, turning
to watch him as he closed the door then proceeded to lock the door. His actions
were slow, not hurried, and his gaze was on her at all times. The rest of the
world was locked away. They were the only two people who existed.

“Take your shirt off,” he
said.

Tugging the leftover change
from her night out, she threw it onto the counter. Next she tugged her shirt
over her head and dropped it on the floor.

“Take your jeans off.”

Toeing her shoes off, she
removed her jeans. He was leaning against the door staring at her. When she was
with Elijah, she never felt self-conscious of her body.

****

With his eyes on her, Elijah
tore off his boots. All the time he was watching her, waiting for her to
respond to him. Her gaze never once left him. Amber was all his for the taking,
and he was more than happy to take her, to claim her. His name would be the one
she was screaming out in pleasure come the end of the night.

She stood before him in a
bra and panties. Her full-figured body was on display for his eyes only.

Once he removed his boots, he
tore at the belt holding his jeans up. Shoving them down, he tore at his shirt.
He was naked, hard, and wanting inside his woman. Amber’s gaze travelled down
the front of his body until it landed on his erect cock.

Fisting his length he
stepped toward her.

“Do you want this?” he
asked.

“You know I do.”

This was the only time they
saw eye to eye. They were together, and no one could take that away from them,
not even Heather.

“Take your bra off. I want
to see those tits I love to suck on.”

Her hands went behind her
back, and she tore the bra from her body. Their actions were rarely smooth.
Seeing her need made him that much harder. Her breasts swung free, and her
glorious red nipples made his mouth water. He’d done many things with her body,
pleasurable things, and he intended to do many more.

“Get on your knees.”

She did so without comment.
His submissive was back, and he was so fucking grateful. He couldn’t handle
another argument tonight. Six months had been too long without touching her.

Elijah stepped closer. Her
head was bowed in submission. Wrapping her red hair around his fist, he
presented the tip of his cock against her lips. “Tell me you want to suck my
cock,” he said.

“I want to suck your cock,
Elijah. I want it so damn bad.”

His lack of title didn’t
bother him. For most of their time together he’d been “Sir” or “Master”. This
was a nice change. Besides their first time together he’d always had some kind
of title.

“Do it,” he said.

He watched her lower her
eyes from his face to his cock. Her tongue peeked out flicking the tip. Elijah
groaned, feeding her the length of his cock. She took him down to where he held
himself.

Her tongue flicked his palm
and then came off.

“Again.”

She took him back inside,
sucking on the tip. Gripping her hair, he bobbed her head on his length,
needing so much more from her.

For several minutes he
watched her working his length.

When he couldn’t stand the
pleasure of her mouth, he pulled away from her.

“Lean over the arm of the
sofa with your ass in the air.”

She got off the floor and
did as he asked without a single word. Where was the fiery woman he’d come to
know and, God help him, love? She was doing everything he asked, and for some
reason he no longer wanted it. This was not the Amber she showed to her
friends. This was his Amber, but he wanted the other Amber in his bed.

Going to her side, he peeled
the panties from her body, seeing her cream coating the outer lips of her
pussy. She was nicely trimmed and looked utterly feminine.

Slipping a finger through
her wet folds, he felt her wet heat surround him. He pushed a finger deep into
her cunt. She was still tight and squeezed him like his fist would around his
cock.

Sinking to his knees behind
her, Elijah grabbed her hips in his hands to keep her steady and simply feasted
on her pussy. He was addicted to everything about her, and six months without a
single taste of her creamy pussy was starting to wear on him.

She cried out, trying to
thrust back on his tongue. He wouldn’t let her, and he was far stronger than she.
He thrust his tongue into her hot little cunt and felt her tighten around him.

“That’s it, baby. Come for
me,” he said, working her clit in between finger-fucking her cunt. He wanted
her to lose control. She screamed within seconds of his order, and he drank her
cream down, relishing the taste.

Standing up, he gripped his
length and slammed inside her from behind. She was dripping wet but tight.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Take
me deep inside.”

Tightening his hold on her
hips, he slammed inside to the hilt. She moaned, and he saw her hands tighten
in the fabric of the sofa.

“I’m going to spend all
night fucking you, Amber. No talking, no running, and no fucking arguments.”

He pounded inside her tight
heat, sinking all the way inside. Pulling out he saw his cock was covered in
her cream. Reaching under her body, he fingered her swollen clit, teasing her
into another orgasm.

When she came around his
cock, Elijah fucked her hard and fast until he erupted inside her warmth. The
first time after six months apart was always going to be fast.

He wasn’t a once a night
guy. Amber had given him a taste, and he wanted some more.

Pulling out of her body, he
ordered her to stay and grabbed a cloth from the kitchen. He wiped away most of
his cum before helping her to her feet.

She stared into his eyes for
the longest moment. Neither of them spoke as they looked at each other.

Without a word she turned
and walked away from him. He didn’t follow her. Taking a seat on the sofa, he
stared in front of him.

Her apartment felt warm to
him. The space was filled with her scent, and it comforted him.

Elijah heard the shower
running. He stayed in his seat waiting for her. His cock thickened as he sat
there imagining the water cascading down her body. Grabbing his length, he
worked himself into full arousal.

When she walked out of the
bathroom, she was wrapped in a towel and dripping with water. She stopped when
she saw him.

“I’m not finished,” he said.
“Climb on my lap.”

She stared at his cock,
then
dropped the towel before doing exactly as he said.

Chapter Four

Amber groaned as she rolled
over and came into contact with a rock hard body. Turning her head she saw
Elijah was still sleeping. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she stared at her
best friend’s brother as memories assailed her. Glancing at the clock she saw
it was gone eight. The last time she’d checked the time it had been past five.
They’d been fucking until five in the morning.

She lifted the blanket and
eased her way out of the bed without waking him. Amber stared down at him. What
the hell had she been thinking? When he’d come to her on the dance floor she’d
been ready to turn him down flat. But no, she’d gone home and taken him with
her instead.

Leaving him to sleep she
walked into her main sitting room. Their clothing was strewn on the floor by
the door. Rolling her eyes she picked them both up and dumped them in the laundry
basked before heading to the kettle to start some coffee. She had cheap taste
and loved the instant coffee.

As she was making up their
cups Elijah padded out of the bedroom, naked, like she was.

“Why did you sneak off?” he
asked.

“I needed to use the
bathroom.” She dropped her gaze from him. Looking at him made her want so much
more from him.

“You could have come back to
bed.”

Shaking her head, she nudged
a cup toward him. “I needed coffee.”

Why was she being so damn
difficult?

Closing her eyes, she blew
on the hot cup in front of her.

“Amber?”

“Please, don’t say another
word. I couldn’t handle you speaking right now. I need … quiet.”

She wasn’t trying to be
cruel. Their past made it hard for her to focus. Last night when she’d finished
in the shower, she’d expected him to have been gone. When she’d found him in
the same place she left him, rock hard and waiting for her, she hadn’t been
able to deny him.

Blowing out a breath she
stared ahead of her, hoping to gain her thoughts.

“You can’t shut me out
forever.”

“This is what we do, Elijah.
This thing with the sex and the secrets, it’s our thing.” Biting her lip, she
took a huge gulp of coffee trying to bring focus back to her world.

“It’s not our thing, Amber.
We’ve got so much more,” he said.

“You mean the domination? Is
that what else you think we’ve got?” she asked, finally looking up at him.

The spanking he’d given her
rang clearly in her mind. He was a Dom, and she a submissive. The spanking
she’d received at his hand had awoken her in ways she’d never understood. Until
she’d joined Club Kink she didn’t understand any of it.

Was that why their
relationship was so … weird?

“Amber,” he said, starting
to speak. She couldn’t handle this anymore. The moment she took Heather out of
the equation the only other problem she found was the domination.

“Why did you do it? Why did
you spank me and walk away?” she asked.

“
You
left
me
the following
morning, Amber. I didn’t walk away.” He’d tensed up at her words. She’d seen
the reaction inside of him.

“I had no choice. It was
Heather’s birthday, and she’d already knocked on the door. I had to sneak out.
You never said anything about me sticking around. I got out of Dodge.” She
placed the cup on the kitchen counter. Her anger was making the hot coffee spill
over the sides, burning her. “You were my first, Elijah, and you weren’t
exactly fucking gentle. Then you put me over your knee like scolding a child,”
she said. “What was I to you?”

He didn’t answer, simply
stared at her. “Why haven’t you asked me these questions before?” he asked,
folding his arms. “You’ve had plenty of time to ask them. Why now?”

“I was young and stupid. I
didn’t care about anything other than being with you, Elijah. Being with you,
in any way, was better than not being with you at all.” The truth blurted out
of her lips.

Staring at his face she saw
him open his mouth to speak.

“Amber, honey, it’s us. We brought
pancakes, or at least I brought the ingredients to make pancakes,” Heather
said, knocking and calling through the door.

Amber’s eyes widened.

“Unless you’ve got some
superhot guy and want us to go,” Ashley said.

She walked around the
counter and pushed him back into her bedroom.

“What are you going?” he
asked, whispering.

“You’re not going to be seen
by them. I’m not ready for this. You will stay here and not make a sound.”

She grabbed her robe from
the back of her wardrobe door.

“This is childish, Amber.
You’re a grown woman.”

“I don’t care what you
think. My friends are not finding out about us.”

“I’ve got no clothes,” he
said. “And we still need to talk.”

“I’ve got to wash your
clothes. You’re staying here, and if they sound close to the door, hide
somewhere. I don’t want you being found.”

More banging from her
friends interrupted her.

“Why don’t they leave?
You’re not answering your door.”

“They’re my friends. They
want my company.”

She turned away to leave.
Elijah caught her hand, bringing her close to his body. “This isn’t over,” he
said, slamming his lips down on hers.

His kiss was passionate yet
loving. Pulling away, Amber looked at him, surprised.

“We’ve still got a lot to
discuss. Go and have fun with your friends. You owe me breakfast after this.”

Amber shushed him up and
then closed the door behind her.

“Come on, Amber. I’m tired
and bored, and I’m hungry,” Ashley said.

“I’m coming.”

Rushing toward the door, she
quickly glanced around the apartment to make sure there was no sign of him.
Letting out a breath, she opened the door.

“Hey,” she said, trying to
look casual.

“What were you up to?”
Connie asked, walking past her.

Heather headed straight for
the kitchen while Ashley dived on the sofa face first. Amber couldn’t help but
cringe. She and Elijah had fucked on that sofa.

“I’m so tired. I took a man
home last night, and I swear to God, he was a yoga tutor or something. No man
should ever be allowed to bend like that.” Ashley curled around a pillow.