When Ellie woke it was cold, frigid like a December morning. She looked at her alarm clock, it was too late in the morning for it to be this chilly. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the wood flooring and shimmied them on under the covers.
It felt like she had put her foot in a pool as she carefully touched the floor. She was going to have to add a rug to the long list of things she already needed to make this house livable. After a yawn and a stretch, she jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen to start the coffee pot.
As the pot ran she put a record on, smiling to herself as she pulled it out of its sleeve. Metallica screamed throughout the house, she moshed and head banged in the dusty living room.
All she could think about was Eddie as the guitar solo started. His warm eyes and chestnut hair that enveloped him in a halo. The smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes and the musk of pot on his clothes.
They had spent everyday since the 4th together, dancing and kissing, their hands on each other anytime they were alone. If she lingered in the memory she could feel his calloused fingertips holding her hips still as he sank between her thighs. His hair tickling her inner thighs and his cold rings on her warm skin.
She sighed blissfully as she thought about it, ignoring the sound of her coffee pot beeping. Her old Cadillac was finally fixed and sat in the driveway so now she could justify going into town. She could go down to the hardware store and pick up a bottle of Raid bug spray.
There was a bathroom on the second floor infested with black widows. She was not looking forward to going in there and having to suit up to avoid being bit. A part of her wanted to put that off for as long as possible.
One the other hand, the record store was only a couple streets away. Sipping her coffee, she weighed out the options.
Eddie won. She jogged to the spiderless bathroom by the stairs and turned on the water, waiting for it to turn from the murky brown to clear as she drank from her mug. A smile on her face as she thought about him.
It was weird to feel so giddy.
And to feel it so quickly. It made her feel guilty but she knew she shouldn't anymore. It nipped at the edges of her mind, the places her newfound romance didn't reach. There were places that rubbed salt in old wounds.
She slid into the tub and pushed her knees up, dunking her head under the water.
I'm here, she thought to herself. I'm back in Hawkins. The water is warm and the tub is smooth.
She held the sides of the tub so hard it made her knuckles bone white. Her eyes stung a little as she looked at the ceiling from under the water. She counted the cracks in it. There were ten hairline cracks in the ceiling.
Slowly, the old wounds disappeared and her mind began to calm. With a gasp she emerged and pushed the water off her face. After a moment she began cleaning herself, furiously rubbing her skin red with body wash and her loofah. Elle slumped into the tub, feeling her skin burn in the hot water. She slipped to a happier place.
` She sighed and went back to her thoughts about Eddie. Sinking into the tub she turned the faucet back on and placed her center under the water. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she imagined him sucking on her tiny bud. She moaned out his name as her core tightened.
The hold he had over her thoughts scared her.
She was more excited by everything they spoke about and everything they wanted to do to each other. Her back arched off the tub as her core sprung loose and she limply laid in the tub.
Quickly, she washed her hair and finished getting ready.
She called out to Virginia and Alice as she left, slamming the door behind her.
They sat together in Eddie's trailer, she was in between his outstretched legs as he leaned against the headboard. His head was in the crook of her neck, leaving marks across her skin, his curls brushing against her cheek. Her skin was flushed pink as sucked on her collarbone, a slight string of saliva stuck to her as he pulled away to admire his work.
"I'm painting you up pretty," he muttered, his hand moving from her waist to her breast. She wore a strapless black sundress and black lace socks, her scuffed up boots discarded somewhere on the floor. Her hair was in a disheveled braid that he gripped in the other hand to keep her head in place. Her hands were gripping his thighs as he squeezed her chest, she moaned into his ear.
Ellie had been distant when she had arrived at the shop, quiet as they ate at the Denny's in the next town but now she was an open book, the fog lifted as they explored each other.
He began nibbling on the shell of her ear, her back arching off his chest. He gave her hair a tug. She whimpered his name, his hot breath had the hairs on her arms standing straight up.
She was a lit fuse at this point, the cotton of her panties soaked as her ass rubbed against the erection that was tenting his jeans. He stared at her red lips as she moaned his name again.
"Eds, c'mon," she groaned, pushing herself up and rubbing against him harder. He yanked her hair to pull her back down. His large hand roughly grabbed her chin and kissed her roughly. He bit her lip and chuckled as she yelped at the sting. She leaned into him more and didn't pull away. Her green eyes were hazy as she looked into his, a small pout on her messy mouth. He placed a thumb against her lips.
"I love it when you look like a mess," he said proudly, his voice deep. His lips were smeared with a faint red as he shimmied out from behind her, a whine echoed from the back of her throat at the loss of touch. "Don't give me that you're being naughty."
He reached for the pair of handcuffs on the wall, looking at them and then at Ellie, who sat on the edge of his bed. She was a mess, her dress pushed up to her hips, messy make up, and chunks of hair had been pulled out of her braid. There was a procession of purple marks from her shoulder to the crook of her neck marking her alabaster skin.
All by him.
Her green eyes were sharp as he pulled them off the wall, she bit her lip as he walked to the headboard and leaned across the mattress to the side against the wall. He swung the chain over the post and left the two handcuffs out. She stared at him, her excitement palpable. Butterflies swarmed inside her as his dark eyes looked into hers.
"We're going to use those," he whispered, he ran his hands through her hair and pulled out her hair tie. Her hair fell in loose waves. She nodded and gently reached for his face, kissing him sweetly.
As hard as she looked, her softness melted him as their lips moved. His hands moved to her dress pulling it upwards until she pulled away and he could get it over her head. It was thrown onto the ground and he reached for her bare breasts.
They were small, nothing like the girls from the magazines that lay stashed under his bed. That didn't matter.
They were his.
He pinched at her pebbled nipple.
"Fuck," she groaned her head laid back. Her hands went to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off. She left it on the side of the bed, focusing on the button on his jeans.
Eddie bent over her, making her lay down and placing his knee against her core. She grabbed at his Ozzy tee, holding it as her back hit the mattress. They heard the seams ripping, a small hole had been made at the collar.
"Now it's even more metal," she laughed, her fingers tugging the hem and pulling it up. He removed his shirt, tugging it over his curly chestnut hair. It bounced and fell onto his shoulders.
All she could think of was a painting she had seen at the MET during a field trip. The way his hair laid, the light from the windows making the shades of red and gold in his hair shine; the way his cheek bones hollowed his face and the amber hue of his eyes.
"You look just like an angel," she whispered, a hand in his hair. "My own Botticelli," she cooed. His cheeks flushed and he pulled away, moving off the bed.
He had never been called that.
"Eds," she called out, lifting herself onto her elbows. She saw the rise and fall of his chest, the black ink etched into his skin, and the lean muscle flex under his arms. Her brows furrowed. He had his head down, hand on his chin, his eyes were somber. "Did I say-"
He turned to her, a smile on his lips as he pushed himself back between her legs. She gasped as he rocked into her core with his knee, nudging her further back on the bed. Her elbows slipped to her sides as he pushed her down, his lips attacking hers. Eddie placed a hand behind her head and dug his fingers into her dark locks.
He felt her fingers clenching his shoulders, he gently grabbed them one at a time and moved them above her head. Her eyes were closed as they kissed, long lashes fanned out.
They snapped open as the handcuffs clicked above her head, bright green and full of lust. She looked up at the cold silver on her wrists and pulled down. Ellie squirmed trying to see how much she could move.
Eddie moved to sit next to her and watched, his eyes dark as she rolled over onto her stomach and tangled the chain on the handcuffs. There was no slack.
"I've never done this before," she laughed, looking at him.
"I haven't either," he kissed her shoulder blades, she rolled her head on the bed in bliss. He ran a hand down her back and gave her ass a hard squeeze. She moaned into his sheets. His hand reeled back and he watched as a red hand mark appeared on her skin, his palm print hidden by the pale pink panties she wore.
"Eddie!" She yelped. He rubbed his hand against it, the cold metal of his rings was soothing.
"Are you okay?" He asked, massaging it. She nuzzled into the sheets, a smile on her face as she nodded. He looked at the small black heart she had tattooed under her buttocks, tracing it with his index finger.
"Angel's the safe word," he chuckled, reaching for his belt and folding it in two. Eddie crawled onto the bed, sitting next to her. She looked at him with a nervous look as he ran the leather up and down her body. He ate in everything he saw, her feet in the air with the small lace socks on, the way her body melted to everything he did. "Are you ready?"
Her body was on fire. He placed a hand on her tailbone and bunched the top of her underwear in his hand.
"Yea," she muttered, shimming side to side and trying to get any friction. "Please, Eddie," she pushed herself into the mattress. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees, he could feel her wetness. It made him strain against the denim of his jeans.
"You need something baby?" He asked as he gave her the first lash with his belt. Her legs jumped up, her socks in the air as she moaned into her arm, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. He rubbed the mark with his hand and traveled to her folds, pushing his index finger along it.
The faint touch drove her wild, she tried to nudge into it but he pulled away.
"Ellie, what do you want?" He asked, his hand squeezing her upper thigh. "I don't know if you don't say anything." He cooed, pulling back and letting the leather hit her skin again. She moaned his name.
It hit again and again. She could feel herself dripping onto the mattress. He got behind her and sat on her thighs, pushing his clothed crotch against her ass. Eddie grabbed her hand and pulled her head back to look at him. She had a line of drool down her chin that reached the sheets, her eyes in a daze as he ground into her.
"Eddie, please," she whimpered, her hands in balled up fists. She was the picture of lust and need. All marked up by him in shades of red and purple. He moved his head down tand bit at the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. She whined out in desire. The chains rattled as she wiggled under him.
"I want you," she cried out, he rammed himself into her one last time, rutting into her. The sweet sounds she made were making him lose all sense of reality. He wanted to see her in a pool of her own tears and saliva.
Eddie wanted to know he had sent her over the edge with need. He wanted her to look like the girls in the videos, mascara down their faces, pretty red lips seared into nothing. She wanted it too.
He pulled back and grabbed a pillow that had fallen on the floor. He told her to get on her knees and spread her legs.
The skin on her ass burned as she moved but she obeyed, he tucked it underneath her. His palm cupped her core and he prodded her entrance. She saw stars as he teased her before cruelly pulling away. Her whole body felt taunt.
He slapped her ass with his hand, the rings leaving a subtle impression. She rocked into the pillow.
"Good girl," he sighed, watching as she rode it. She moaned out, it wasn't enough but the relief felt good. "When was the last time you touched yourself?"
"This morning," she groaned as he stilled her by placing his palm on the small of her back. "I was thinking about you."
She could hear him undoing his pants with his other hand. He rocked her into the pillow, his brow raised as she told him about her thoughts in the bathtub and what she did. He could see the stain on his pants spreading, it hurt to hold back.
He moved off the bed and removed his jeans as she spoke. She grinded into it, leaving a trail across it. Her whole body was slick with sweat and glistened. She was getting so close, her head thrown back as she rode out her need. Sweet noises and her calling out for him and blubbering almost incoherently about how much she needed him.
He couldn't resist anymore. All he could think about was the warmth of being inside of her.
The bed creaked as he crawled behind her, she could feel his erection against her ass as he leaned over her.
"Such a good girl," he moaned into her ear as he slid himself between her folds. "Telling me all your dirty thoughts."
She rubbed into his erection, keening at the pleasure as he hit her clitoris.
He lined himself up with her entrance and when she went to rock back into him he slid into her core.
"Fucking Jesus, Ellie," he moaned, rubbing on of the marks on her ass. "You're so tight." She rested her head on the cold cuff, adjusting to his girth inside her. It felt perfect as he stretched her.
"Eddie, I need to cum so bad," she whispered, rocking into him, her stomach kept feeling tighter as she gently moved into him.
"Babe, you're gonna cum all over my cock," his arm snaked under her and to her little bud, his callused finger making circles over it. She sobbed as he began thrusting into her at an excruciating pace. His other hand pulled her hair making her look up at him as he balled it in his fist. "Whose cunt is this?"
"It's yours!" Her eyes shut and small tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried out.
He could feel her tightening and constricting him as she reached her peak. He rode her as she orgasmed and he spilled into her as the walls clamped down. Her body slumped onto the pillow as he rutted through his orgasm.
His forehead rested on her shoulder blades as he stilled, his cock still inside her.
He rubbed her ass and gave her a little slap as he pulled out. She whined at the feeling. He grabbed the keys from out of his nightstand and plopped onto the bed with her. The cuffs popped off and he rubbed at the red marks on her wrists.
"Fucking hell, Eddie, this is not your first time doing this," she said, turning her head to look at him. "That was so fucking hot."
. "Well, I'm not exactly popular with the ladies so I've had a lot of videos and imagination in my alone time," he laughed, side-eyeing the bottle of lotion on the dresser. She shook her head and snorted.
"Fucking morons, Eddie Munson, the whole lot of them"