I know I am very inactive lately, just know I haven't abandoned my stories, I am just cursed at the moment. Work is crazy, like literally. 2 long time illnesses and one colleague moving. That leaves the rest of us to pick up the pieces, which is pretty stressful, along with us not getting deliveries because of COVID, angry customers etc; In short; Life.
I can't promise regular updates at the moment, so I hope for your patience.
This chapter was put together haphazardly during nay spare minute I possessed.
I want to thank you all for your kind words and feedback.
A VERY special thanks to VioletMoodSwings who once again took the time to guide me through this and give her two scents. I appreciate the work you do, darling!
Esteemed readers; Read on, but beware, smut abound in this chapter. Mentions of various themes in the BDSM world. Do not read if that is not for you.
The next morning, Elle woke with Roland wrapped completely around her. She could swear the man had been a vine in an earlier life. And a radiator. If she hadn't known better, she'd think he was an octopus, with eight legs, his limbs practically encasing her in a hot cocoon. Sighing dazedly, she had a hard time believing he only had four limbs, so tightly had he her ensnared. She registered the feeling of something warm and hard pressed against her hip.
Well, five limbs then. She almost giggled when she felt his morning erection. Then she winced slightly. Her skin felt somewhat sticky from perspiration, and she really had to pee. Then she realised someone was knocking at the front door. It was that noise that had awoken her in the first place. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table.
7:13.
Groaning slightly, Elle delicately extracted herself from Roland's entwined limbs and hastily pulled on a bathrobe, wincing as the fabric brushed her slightly sore buttocks. Her mind flashed back to her punishment from the evening before when she had allowed her mouth to get the better of her. Roland had punished her swiftly and thoroughly for that. She flushed at the thought, a sharp exhalation escaping her.
Walking quietly from the bedroom and down the hall towards the door, Elle stretched languidly. Looking through the peephole, she almost groaned with annoyance, then putting on a polite face, she opened the door to look out at the man standing there.
"Morning Zack," she said hesitantly.
The young man looked her up and down once, an expression of clear shock on his face.
His dark hair framed his face casually, the spiny ends deliberately twisting to give a carefree look.
"Good morning Elle, I was just checking in to see if you were sure you didn't want to come to the house party tonight?"
Elle groaned again. She had already said no and then forgotten about it. Introverts and parties were definitely not a good mix.
"Thank you, but I'm fine. I have other plans, Zack."
"Oh, really, other plans?"
"Yeah, and they are really important plans." She made sure to put pressure on the really important part.
"Well, surely you cou-," the man broke off, his eyes suddenly shifting from Elle to something else beside her. Biting her lip, Elle followed his gaze. Roland Blum stood slightly behind her in all his raw, masculine glory, looking at the young man on her doorstep with a carefree expression on his face.
The feral man was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, his broad, hairy chest on full display, a most visible bulge right between his legs. Elle felt her mouth nearly water as his scent washed over her. Swiftly regrouping herself, focusing on not planting her lips in the center of Roland's chest, Elle spoke.
"Zack, this is Roland Blum. Roland, this is my neighbor, Zack Walter." Both men inclined their heads politely in greetings.
"Morning, darling," Roland then said, placing an index beneath her chin so he could tilt her head up and sideways. He planted a gentle kiss at the corner of her mouth before walking away, aiming for the kitchen. Elle was amazed at how well the towel showed off his perfect ass.
"Anyway," her neighbour was saying, rudely bringing her back from her illicit train of thoughts. "I was thinking that you could bring your friend here along," Zack said, his voice slightly hollow now, his eyes following Roland as he walked away.
"Um…" Elle hesitated, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place.
"Bring me to what?" Roland called from the kitchen. Elle could hear him put on some coffee.
She felt her stomach plummet, realising what was about to happen. She shook her head once at the tenacious neighbor, eyes slightly widened.
Zack gave Elle a look she couldn't quite read. "Um, we have this party tonight for the tenants here in the apartment complex. I have been trying to get Elle to come along for a few weeks now. Maybe if you came with her, she-,"
"Well, I believe the lady said fucking no then, didn't she, Jack?" Roland said, entering the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, his eyebrows raised, almost disappearing up into his wild curls.
Relief and a rush of deep gratitude flooded Elle's system as she looked at Roland.
"It's Zack," the young man corrected blankly, clearly missing the point.
Roland shrugged. "You should fucking learn to respect when a woman says no... neighbor."
Zack glanced nervously at Elle who felt much more at ease. "You know, I was worried about you last night, Elle. It sounded like you were being assaulted or something…" his eyes shifted from her to Roland who looked absolutely like he didn't have a care in the world.
Elle felt herself flush deeply, the memory of her own screams as Roland had literally fucked her into the floorboards of her hallway. She glanced at Roland who wore a knowing smirk.
"I guess I shouldn't have worried at all," Zack finished lamely.
"That's right, Jack. Elle is absolutely fucking fine, as you can clearly see. More than fine in fact. Bye now." Roland stepped forward, and grabbed the door to push it closed, preparing to turn the young man away.
"It's Zack," the neighbor protested meekly, now clearly annoyed.
"Sure, whatever," Roland replied, closing the door in his face.
No sooner had it snapped in place than Elle found herself pinned against it, the door rattling noisily in its frame. Roland kissed her ardently, pushing his right thigh hard in between her legs, pressing insistently against her core. She gave a startled moan that would without a doubt carry through the front door to the young man now glaring at the blank surface.
"That's right, moan for me, pet," Roland growled into her ear, his hands working to undo her robe and finding her breasts.
Elle gasped as he plucked at the already hardening nipples, and her hips rocked against his leg, finding exactly the friction she needed, another throaty moan escaping her.
"That's it, rub your delicious cunt on my leg, take what you need from me, kitten. You've fucking earned it."
At that moment, she didn't care that her neighbor heard her. She began to grind more fiercely against his thigh, the hairs on his leg, creating sweet friction. Her fingers clutched onto his shoulders as he held her in a tight embrace, his warm lips travelling the expanse of her throat and jaw. It didn't take her long before she found her release, her back thumping noisily against the hard surface behind her as she shuddered with the waves crashing through her. Then she slumped.
"Well done, pet," Roland purred, allowing her to step away from the door. He pulled her towards the kitchen.
"Time for coffee," he chuckled, taking in her slightly dazed look.
"One second," Elle contradicted, making a beeline for the bathroom, now desperate to empty her bladder.
Done relieving herself, hissing slightly as her flesh was quite sensitive from the previous evening's exploits, Elle entered the kitchen just in time to take the cup Roland offered her, she bit her lip not drinking just yet. "Thanks for that," she said, hesitantly.
Roland sent her a searching look. "For what? The orgasm? My fucking pleasure, darling." He opened her fridge, taking out eggs and milk.
She almost chuckled at how he seemed to feel right at home. She sat down at her small kitchen table, cradling her hot mug. "No, not that, well, I mean, that too, but… For not making me go to that party."
Roland turned towards her, regarding her silently for a moment, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Zack has a tendency to not accept a no for an answer," she explained. "He usually tries to make others pressure me into doing these things. It usually works too."
Roland grunted, nodding. He began to prepare the eggs. "I suspected he was that type of guy. He seems to be into you." There was no trace of jealousy in his words, it was merely a statement.
Elle nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, he moved in a couple of months ago, and has been trying his damndest to get me to go out with him. I don't like him like that. And he's beginning to get on my last nerve."
"Well, hopefully now that he knows you're spoken for, he will back off. It shouldn't be necessary for another man to lay claim to a woman before men respect a no. Quite literally, it's fucking ridiculous." He began to whip the eggs forcefully with a fork, shaking his curly head in disgust.
Elle silently agreed. She contented herself with drinking her coffee and watching him cook. She would have never imagined that Roland fucking Blum would one day stand in her tiny kitchen, only a towel wrapped around his waist and cook her breakfast. She realised she could totally get used to this feeling. She was so happy she just sat smiling inanely.
"Why are you smiling like a loon, pet?" Roland asked, a sultry purr to his voice. "Suddenly feeling at ease, now that you have had a certain fantasy fulfilled?" He had a glint in his eye that told her she would soon be fulfilling his fantasy. She shivered. A blush crept up her neck as she thought back on the evening before.
After his initial attack, Roland had proceeded to punish her for her smart ass quip. He had chased her into the bedroom, cornering her by her closet. She hadn't been able to hold back the gleeful giggle as he grabbed her and lifted her bodily off the ground, throwing her unceremoniously over his shoulder like she was nothing but a sack of potatoes. Then he had deposited her onto the bed, a dangerous glint in his eye as he undressed completely before her wide eyed stare. He had then placed her beneath his body, caging her in and spanked her until she was a shuddering, babbling mess of need, then proceeded to fuck her senseless. He had even penetrated her anally, expertly creating the perfect balance of pain and pleasure that had left her shuddering beneath him, begging for him to never stop.
Afterwards he had made her a late night snack of ice cream and apple juice, making sure she drank her fill before they went to bed. The way the man could switch from dominant and foreboding to sweet and tender was literally mercurial.
"Someone is having a daydream. What is it kitten, didn't you get enough last night?" He smirked knowingly, bringing her right back to her small kitchen.
Elle heaved a sigh. Fucking hell, she would never hear the end of it if he knew what she was thinking. She knew he understood how she was feeling, she could see it in his eyes. The level of gratification he had left her with was so deep she didn't think she could put it into words. It was like he had opened a box deeply inside of her, allowing a part of her true self to emerge. She knew she would never get enough of him, of this, because he had extracted her true meaning in life. She felt like a butterfly, where before she had been a caterpillar, unable to cocoon herself so she could discover what life really was about; Flying.
"You fucking feel it, don't you? The revelation of the sweetest fucking meaning with life," he crooned, his mouth suddenly at her ear as he bent over her. He had placed a plate of food in front of her, but she suddenly didn't feel hungry. Not for the food at least.
He kissed her tenderly, caressing her jaw softly. Then he sat down across from her, his own plate steaming gently.
Elle chewed her breakfast thoughtfully, her eyes slightly glazed over.
"Sir, is there a way where I could experience what you did to me last night more regularly?"
He looked up at her over the rim of his cup. He set it down, pondering the question. "You mean you want to avoid having to draw up a contract every time you want us to make a new scene of that particular arrangement?"
Elle chewed her lip, already feeling her cheeks heat again. "Something like that."
He took another sip of his coffee before answering. "Well, there are different ways to choose to live this kind of lifestyle." He pondered her for a moment. "There is continuous consent, which means I would have to get your consent every time we engage. Then there is mixed consent. It typically means that once one thing is tried and you enjoy it, you give me consent to do that from then on. If I want to introduce something new to you, then I will have to get your consent again. Then there is a blanket consent. It means that you give me permission to do things without having to get your consent. That one usually comes when there is complete trust between the Dom and sub."
Elle tried not to show it, but his little speech had her body humming slightly. She gave a dry swallow. "I trust you."
Roland smiled knowingly. "Yes, I kinda figured that out last night. A blanket consent does of course still come with safe words. And I would never do anything to harm you."
She nodded, thinking. "I really like the idea of giving you the power," she finally said, blushing. "When you dominate me, I feel…" she struggled to find the right words.
"Safe? Whole? Complete? Satisfied? Desired? By all means, take your pick." He smirked deviously at her. "Whichever you choose, I won't argue with you. Having you in my power has become my favourite fucking hobby."
Elle smiled down at her plate. "All of them, I suppose, sir," she said, grinning shyly.
He leaned forward, a dark glint in his eyes. "In the future, I will not allow you to skirt a question like that, pet. Next time, I will have you choose one only. Understood, kitten?"
Elle shivered, not quite sure what he meant by that.
"If you want to give me blanket consent to do whatever I feel like with you, I should warn you, that may come with more than you bargained for, and I honestly don't think you're ready for that. Yet."
"How do you mean?"
Roland considered her a second. "Let's leave the playground for a moment. I want to explain these things to you properly."
"Alright," Elle said, listening intently.
"Elle, you can give me blanket consent if that is your wish, but that will grant me as much power as if you were to be my slave, and I your master. You should know that blanket consent is not usually something that is revoked, and if rushed, it could lead to some sticky situations. I know you trust me, but that does not mean that we have the same wants and desires. Remember, I have been very lenient with you, because I realize you are new to this, but if I got a blanket consent from you, I would be less patient with your mistakes and more swift to punish you. It will be very different from what I have shown you so far. Do you think you are ready for something like that?"
Elle leaned back in her chair, thinking. "Slave as in…?"
"As in; I own you. You do as I say regardless. Only your safe word will make me stop whatever I am doing to you in the given situation."
Elle thought about it. "So it's almost as if you collared me?"
"It's very close, yes."
"Okay, no I'm not ready for that," she agreed softly.
Roland took a deep breath, regarding her solemnly. "How about a mixed consent then? I gather that it is because you want to give me permission to rape you at my leisure, am I right?"
Elle nodded, not able to look into his eyes. She felt a thrill run through her at his words. The shame she had been feeling regarding this topic was all but gone. Roland had managed to dissipate any misgivings she had had about her feelings.
"Well, then we can do it like this; You give me consent to do that, but you can revoke it at any time. If you feel the need to negotiate these terms at any point, you can say so. How's that?"
Elle nodded, cheeks flaming again. "Sounds good."
"So, I now have your permission to rape you if I feel like it, but should I fail to read you right, you will use your safe word to let me know if I cross a boundary with you, at which I will cease all activity and tend to your needs. Furthermore, the previously agreed upon terms, IE; you having permission to try and escape me by any means, except outright violence, your yellow safe word; carrot etc, all remains as it were. Only difference is I now can attack you at any point during the day. Agreed?"
"Yes," she said, already breathless at the prospect of their agreement.
"Do you wish to implement a couple of days a week where I can't attack you?" He asked, smiling wolfishly at her.
Elle chewed for a moment, then shook her head. "No, I want it to be as realistic as possible."
"Right, well then, it is settled. Let's get back into the playground, shall we?" He grinned widely as she blushed again.
"This is going to be fun, pet," he purred before draining his coffee cup.
They had gotten ready for work, having a brief shower together, and then Roland had kissed her into a hot stupor before they left his car.
When they entered the office, chaos reigned. It wasn't long before they were completely absorbed in the work, having no time to talk or even see each other. Elle didn't mind, she was still high from the previous evening, and she found herself smiling for no apparent reason during the day. It was lucky that her co-workers were too stressed to notice her manic expressions, but even so, she tried to keep her face under control. She was looking very much forward to when the day was over.
She hoped to spend the weekend with Roland, and she could only imagine what that would entail. She panted slightly as she recalled the previous evening, his body pressed against hers, his pelvis rolling into hers sensuously, his strong body claiming her right on her hallway floor. Heat flooded her core with such force, she almost gasped. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as she almost felt his talented fingers again coaxing her right to the edge before demanding her to beg him to take her. She almost moaned quietly at the thought. She could almost smell him as she thought of him pinning her against the wall, subduing her with ridiculous ease. She opened her eyes again, remembering almost wistfully that she was still at work.
The man of her fantasies suddenly stood before her, carrying a wolfish smirk, and she jumped, startled to see him. How long had he been standing there?
"Jesus Christ, Roland! Make some noise, will you?!" She said, clutching her chest as her heart thumped wildly.
His smirk widened considerably. "It's not my fucking fault that you're having naughty fantasies about your boss in the middle of work, rendering you painfully unobservant, pet." He glanced at her flushed cheeks. "And horny," he then added.
She blushed fiercely at his words. "I wasn't-,"
"It would be unwise to finish that lie, kitten. Unless you're ready for the fucking concequences," he purred softly.
She bit her words back sharpish, noting the dangerous glint in his eyes. He smirked, clearly challenging her.
"Um… I was merely thinking about what you had planned for this weekend?" She said, trying to shrug innocently.
He stepped around her desk, coming in so close, his smell washed over her. "You think me fucking stupid, pet? Don't you think I can see the blush creeping up your cheeks or the way your eyes shine? If I were to probe your delightful honey pot right this instant, I know for a fact that I would be rewarded with a flood of your delicious juices. Care to test my theory?" His grin remained in place, as he watched her consider the implications. "If so, feel free to enter my office, and I will show you what it means to lie to me."
His words only sent another flash of wetness between her legs. She knew he knew it as well.
"I wasn't lying," she said softly.
"Is that so? So you were in fact not fantasizing about me raping you last night? And therefore you are not fucking soaked between those sweet thighs of yours? Enter my office, kitten, if you fucking please." He gestured for her to get a move on.
Elle got up, her knees only trembling slightly, then she walked before him and went into his office. No sooner had he closed the doors behind them than he grabbed her forcefully and pressed her face first against the wall.
"Last chance, pet." He growled even as his large hand trailed down her stomach, his splayed fingers pushing beneath the waistband of her jeans and into her panties. His middle finger circled her clit hotly, pausing there for just a moment.
Elle had barely contained her moan as she felt him press against her again. "Admit that you were fantasizing about your boss, and that you are now fucking drenched for me."
"No, I wasn't-." She was already lost for words when he pushed his hand lower, his fingers dragging through her folds to find…
"Ah, you see, you are so fucking soaked, pet," he said, his voice suddenly gravelly with need. "You lied to me," he hissed, even as he proceeded to finger her more insistently.
"Now you will tell me exactly what you were thinking of, and you will not hesitate or stop even as I bring you to climax. You better keep talking my sweet kitten, or it will be so much fucking worse for you."
Elle couldn't restrain the moans now. Her mind was flooded with the images from the evening before, and she desperately tried to translate them into words, even as she felt him probe her walls, pressing most insistently into that sweet spot that made her knees buckle. She would have crashed to the floor had he not been holding her up.
"Better start talking, dear," he growled softly, his beard tickling her cheek gently as he spoke.
Elle was at her desk again. It had taken him less than five minutes to bring her to an earth shattering climax, and she felt her panties stick to her now wet flesh. She surreptitiously tried to right the offending garment, with no luck. She had almost managed to fulfill his demands, but as her orgasm had approached, she had not been able to form a single coherent word and he had promised her retribution later even as she was shuddering viciously against his office wall, her body in the throes of pleasure, his fingers still buried deep within her. Then he had let her go, waiting for her to collect herself and right her clothing.
Just then his phone had gone off, and she had seen the displeasure on his face as the conversation was swiftly brought to a close.
"For fuck's sake," he cursed. "I'm needed in a meeting."
"Oh?" Was all she had managed, still barely recovered from her recent release.
"I'm afraid I'm gonna be stuck there all evening," he groused.
"Oh." She now sounded disappointed.
He closed the distance between them and kissed her fiercely. "Take my car home, kitten. I'll be at home as soon as I can. It will be late though. I will just grab a cab."
"Right," she said, breathless from his kiss. "My place or yours, sir?"
He considered her. "Your place. For now. I'm gonna need you to pack for the weekend, pet. But be at my place before ten PM. It's going to be a long and messy affair, little one." He had pressed her hand against his crotch, making her feel his prominent erection. "I will need to punish you for your inability to follow my instructions to the letter."
Elle shivered as she thought back on their brief exchange. His words cast scant light on what was to come when he had her all to himself at his place. In his pleasure room. At his tender mercy. All weekend.
Glancing at the clock, she decided she wanted to make herself ready for him, and so she swiftly packed her belongings and left the quiet office. It was already 15 minutes past 7. She needed to hurry.
Elle had driven his car home to her own place, parking it carefully so as to not dent it accidentally. She exited the elevator on her floor and could already hear the beginnings of the party Zack had invited her to. Sighing heavily she leaned against the wall right beside the elevator, closing her eyes. She had completely forgotten about that. Damn!
Steps suddenly sounded and she hastily opened her eyes, catching a whiff of pungent beer even before she saw Zack coming ambling towards her, his movements indicating that he had already been drinking plenty.
"Ahoy neighbor!" He hollered delightedly.
"Crap." Elle cursed under her breath, before plastering on a pleasant smile. "Good evening, Zack," she managed, pushing away from the wall to greet him.
"Did you come to join the shenanigans, Elle?" He asked happily, practically crashing into her as he hugged her fiercely.
"I can't, Zack, I have plans, remember?" She cringed away from his touch, noticing how his hands lingered on her waist way longer than was necessary for a hug.
His brow furrowed drunkenly. "Well if you have plans, what are you doing here?"
"I am meeting Roland in a couple of hours," she explained. She regretted her words almost immediately, as she saw the wide smile on Zack's face.
"Splendid! You can come keep me company while you wait, then!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the hallway, past her own apartment.
"Wait, no! I can't!" She protested, trying to pull free. It was no good, Zack was far too strong for her. He dragged her through his front door and Elle suddenly found herself amongst a crowd of people, strangers and familiar faces alike.
"Elle!" Someone was shouting over the music and she felt someone practically crash into her before she could turn towards the voice. She recognised the voice of her neighbour beneath her apartment, Tilly. She was a short, round person, her personality bubbly and cheerful. Elle liked her, though they didn't appear to have much in common. The woman was 36 and well set in her ways. She had two children who lived with the father, but visited every other weekend.
"You came!" She squealed happily, hugging Elle hard.
"Grudgingly!" Zack laughed, pushing a beer into Elle's hand.
"I didn't-" but Elle soon gave up on protesting. No one was listening anyway. Sighing, she decided to stay for half an hour, hopefully that would be enough to placate the others. She sipped her beer as she smiled vaguely at Tilly.
"So, tell me!" Zack shouted over the music. "Did Roland actually fuck you against your front door this morning?" Tilly had been taking a slug of her drink and proceeded to spit it all over the place as she spluttered. "Excuse me, what!?" She gasped. "Who the fuck is Roland?!"
"Yes, exactly Tilly! Who the fuck is Roland?!" Zack repeated. "And why is he fucking you against your front door?"
Tilly giggled drunkenly, her cheeks flushed. Elle felt herself blush as she thought back on how her lover had made her climax on his leg this morning. It had been a long day since then.
"He didn't fuck me, Zack," she murmured shyly.
"Oh, don't lie, Elle! I heard you!" Zack interrupted dismissively.
"You did?" Tilly tittered loudly. "Oh my god, Elle! I knew you were getting some good dick, but damn!"
Elle's mouth fell open in shock, the woman's crude language not matching her innocent exterior. "Tilly!" She all but screamed, laughing despite herself. "What are you talking about?"
Tilly winked. "Not exactly subtle, are you? I heard the two of you a few weeks back. I swear it sounded like you were being murdered." She laughed so uproariously she almost spilled her drink.
Elle flushed deeply, hiding behind her beer, as she took a large gulp. Zack had gone all quiet, his face falling into a pensive expression.
"Come now, don't hold back on us, Elle, tell us. Who is he?" Tilly said, not noticing Zack's less than happy expression.
"He's... no one," Elle murmured into her bottle, not wanting to let it slip that her boss was the one making her scream like that.
"That's not fair. Here you are getting railed and you won't even spill the beans on who he is?! Does he at least have a brother?"
"Tilly!" Elle sputtered again, almost getting beer down the wrong pipe.
"What?" The woman winked, grinning at her. "I'm only asking for science!"
"I don't want to talk about him right now," Elle managed, coughing discreetly.
"So he doesn't mean anything to you, then?" Zack probed, suddenly perking up at that thought.
"I-." Elle felt cornered. "I don't want to talk about it," she finally said lamely, grabbing another beer in an attempt to distract the tenacious man. As if he ever stood a chance against someone like Roland.
It hadn't taken long for Elle to completely lose track of time. She was one of those people who had a very low tolerance to alcohol, and already after the second beer, things began to get a little hazy. She would try and sneak out a few times, but would get sidetracked by another neighbor, or another dude who would try and flirt with her.
In the end Elle was quite inebriated by the time she realised something was not right. She found a random clock and had nearly squealed when she realised how late she was for her meeting with Roland.
"I gotta go," she slurred, stumbling slightly through the crowd.
"Elle! Wait!"
She ignored the voice and made a beeline for the front door. Suddenly someone grabbed her from behind, forcing her to turn around. She focused blearily on a face. Dark hair.
"Zack, let me go," she mumbled, trying to pull her wrist free of his iron grasp.
"Where are you going?" He demanded, his words slightly less slurred than hers.
"Home, lemme go!"
"Listen, Elle, can I tell you something?"
"Sure," she focused on each of his fingers trying to pry them loose from her sleeve, not even listening to him.
"What do you even see in this Roland guy? Clearly he's far too old for you. Can he even keep up with you?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, now vaguely aware of what he was saying.
Zack chuckled. "I mean, is he even capable of getting you off? He must get tired pretty fast, right?" He laughed heartily at his own joke.
"Huh?" Elle squinted at the young man. Tilly ambled up to them, her eyes going wide just as she realised what had been said.
"Does he have to take a blue pill to get it up?" Zack guffawed, now clearly on a roll.
Elle felt too incensed to speak. Had she not known better, she would have slapped the idiot. Instead she glared at him. "Is your ass jealous of all the shit coming out of your mouth, Zack?"
"What?" Zack stopped short.
The other woman looked like Christmas had come early, her eyes going wide with glee.
"For your information, Roland is a sex god, okay. Not that it's any of your business, but his stamina is through the roof, you would tap out within twenty minutes. So shut your stupid fucking mouth!" Elle said angrily.
"That's not even-.. you are so wrong!" Zack said dismissively.
"I don't need you to believe me, I just need you to shut up!" Elle responded angrily, and then turned and went for the door.
The cumbersome barrier didn't seem to want to open, until she realised it was locked. Fiddling until she finally managed to get the lock up, she slammed the door shut behind her, finally breathing the clear air of the hallway, away from stale tobacco and beer. Then she noticed Zack and Tilly had followed her.
"Elle, where are you going?" Tilly giggled as she followed Elle out into the silent hallway.
"I need to go home," Elle murmured, trying to get her bearings. Her brain was spinning slightly, and she felt the floor roll gently as she walked, like she was on the deck of a large ship at sea.
"Listen, Elle," Zack began hesitantly, walking slightly behind her.
Elle waved him off. "I was hoping for a battle of wits, Zack, but you appear to be unarmed. Now fuck off!"
Tilly burst out laughing, nearly collapsing against the wall.
"Good evening, Elle." The deep voice made her jump and then freeze.
"Roland!" Elle gasped, halting and spinning around so sharply, she nearly pitched forward. He stepped forward smoothly, catching her easily so she wouldn't topple over.
"Would you mind giving us a moment?" Roland asked the two others, keeping Elle steady.
Tilly blushed fiercely, her eyes wandering every surface of Roland Blum that she could reach with her bleary gaze. Then she eyed Elle questioningly. Elle gave a nod, making the woman walk back a few paces, pulling Zack along.
"Do you know what time it is, Elle?" Roland asked softly.
Elle stared up at him wide eyed, biting her lower lip. Her fingers were digging into his suit-covered chest.
He raised his eyebrows down at her, showing her his fancy wrist watch. "It's almost one in the morning, dear."
Still she said nothing. She swallowed thickly.
"You realise, I've been waiting for you for more than three hours, pet?" He asked, speaking quietly, tugging at a strand of her hair. "I began to worry when you didn't show up."
She stepped back slightly, freeing herself from his embrace, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, s-sir. I lost track of time."
He glanced towards her two companions who were trying to be inconspicuous about staring at him, and failing miserably.
"You went to the party after all?" He inquired softly. There was no trace of anger in his voice. He merely sounded curious.
"It wasn't my intention." Elle frowned drunkenly at Zack.
"But you had fun?"
She huffed, slightly indignant. "I guess. For the most part."
Roland merely chuckled. "You want to go back inside?"
"Hell no," Elle said, suddenly focusing intently on his mouth. She leaned in slowly, and he followed her movements with his eyes as she planted a kiss on his lips. He allowed her a few seconds before gently pushing her back.
"I love you," she said, smiling widely, her voice mildly slurred.
"Thank you, kitten. I love you too. Do you want to go home now?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay. Did you manage to pack as I instructed you to?"
She huffed again. "God damnit, I forgot about that!"
"Okay. We will discuss your manners once you've sobered up again, little onw. For now, come along." He pulled her after him, walking slowly enough that she wouldn't stumble.
"I'll be taking her home now." He said to the short woman and young man as they passed her.
"Okay, goodnight, Elle. G'night Roland the Railer." Tilly disappeared back inside Zack's apartment, cackling loudly, dragging Zack along after her.
Roland glanced after her, then at Elle who had collapsed in a fit of giggles.
"What did she call me?" He asked, frowning at the young woman who was in hysterics beside him. She was in no fit state to answer, and he contented himself with lifting her up and walking her to her door. She was nearly convulsing with laughter, her face buried in his chest.
"Do you have a key, Elle?" He asked softly.
She nodded, and it took her some wiggling to extract it from her jeans pocket, but in the end she handed it to him, so he could unlock her front door.
"I should get you my spare key," she murmured as she settled against him once more.
"Yes, that might be a good idea," he agreed, closing the door behind them, plunging them both into pitch blackness.
He turned on a light in the hallway, then went to her kitchen, where he placed her by the small dining table. Then he grabbed a glass from a cabinet and filled it with cold tap water. "Drink up," he admonished, handing it to her.
Elle obeyed, blinking slowly as she emptied the glass. He refilled it and repeated the command.
"Good girl," he praised when she obeyed again, making her blush slightly.
"Alright, we should get some things packed for you."
"Right," Elle agreed, standing up and almost immediately stumbling forward. Roland caught her around the middle, picking her up again.
"Sorry," she mumbled, nuzzling his chest even so.
"You certainly will be, pet. But not this very moment."
He carried her to the bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed. Then proceeded to find a bag and then started packing the most necessary items. It didn't take him long, but when he turned around to face the young woman, she was fast asleep.
He sighed softly, shaking his head. Then he prodded her awake.
"Come darling, let's get to my house. Then you can sleep, okay?"
"Mhmmm," she managed, clumsily getting to her feet.
He led her through the now darkened apartment and made sure to lock up after them.
It took them thirty minutes before Roland had her inside his apartment. He had stopped on the way to order fast food, making sure she ate as much as she could.
Now she stood in his hallway, blinking slowly as she took in her surroundings.
"Come here," he said, pulling her through the apartment until they reached his bedroom.
Elle aimed for the bed almost as soon as she saw it.
"Oh, no you don't, pet. I'm gonna need you to have a shower before you get in. You practically smell like an ashtray."
Elle huffed as she was pulled along. "I didn't even smoke!" She protested dully.
"I didn't say that you did, but you smell of cigarettes and beer." He had her in his bathroom as he finished speaking.
"You always smell so good," she said vaguely. "Actually, you smell delicious. Makes my mouth water."
Roland chuckled at her. He switched on the shower, adjusting the temperature to slightly cooler. Then he undressed her, throwing her clothes in the hamper. He pushed her towards the gushing water, and then undressed as well, entering after her.
He washed her carefully, and she practically moaned as she stood, leaning against his chest. He was massaging shampoo into her hair, his dexterous digits digging into her wet scalp.
"That feels so good," she murmured, her voice muffled slightly as her face was pressed against him.
Roland merely chuckled, making sure she was rinsed completely before exiting the shower. He dried her off with a large white towel and then pulled her to the sink, where he made her brush her teeth. He filled a glass of water, making her drink that as well.
"Can I please go to bed now?" She asked after emptying the second glass of water from him.
"Come along, my little tiger," he chuckled, pulling her into the bedroom.
Her brow furrowed. "Tiger?"
"Tiger," he confirmed, smirking at her.
"I heard you put that idiot in his place. Well done!"
Elle couldn't suppress a proud smirk. "Why, thank you." She crawled gratefully into his bed, sighing as she felt the cool sheets with the ridiculously high thread count. Roland followed her, settling comfortably at her back, spooning her naked body with his.
It wasn't long before she turned around in his arms, her face in his chest, sighing again.
"You always smell so good," she hummed, breathing him in.
"Thanks. Now go to sleep, Elle."
"You're really bossy," she murmured, her tongue flicking out, and she licked his sternum.
"I am in fact you boss," he replied, almost laughing.
"I know." She kissed his skin, nuzzling him. "My boss, who I'd like to fuck."
Roland burst out laughing. "Tempting offer, pet, but you're far too drunk for that. Now sleep."
She sighed indignantly. "Can I at least get a kiss?"
He rolled her halfway onto her back.
"Will you go to sleep if I kiss you?" He crooned, making her shudder deliciously. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips.
"Maybe." She placed her fingers in his hair, pulling slightly on the damp, curly strands to make him kiss her.
He grabbed her wrists and placed them over her head, his lips brushing hers briefly. She gasped softly as he pinned her beneath him, pressing her into the soft mattress.
"Alcohol makes you bold, kitten. Perhaps you should consider the consequences of your words more carefully. You're already way in over your head. When tomorrow comes, your punishment will begin, and it will be severe."
"Like you said, I'm too drunk. I don't care."
He chuckled at her, and she shivered again. "You'll come to care, pet of mine."
"Could you just kiss me, and perhaps rail me?" She asked, giggling again.
"That's another thing we'll need to talk about. Roland the Railer? What the fuck was that about?"
Elle laughed harder at that. "Tilly, who lives in the apartment beneath me, said that. Not me."
"What does it mean, pet?"
"Um, she heard us a few weeks back."
"So?"
"Well, she thought I was being murdered."
"Keep going."
"She said I must be getting some good dick. And then she came up with that name for you."
"Right."
"Now will you fuck me?"
"No, kitten. I won't take advantage of your inebriated state."
"After all that water, I actually feel much better," she breathed, trying to reach his mouth with her own.
"So, how drunk are you?" He asked, giving her a searching look through the dim lighting.
"I'm not drunk," she said far too hastily.
"So you say, my dear, but I'm not convinced."
"But-" she was silenced when his lips suddenly crashed onto hers, kissing her demandingly. She moaned hotly, writhing beneath him, her legs spreading wider of their own accord. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh, and she tried to adjust the angle so he could penetrate her.
He broke the kiss, chuckling at her efforts. "No, pet. It's not going to happen."
"But you clearly want to," she breathed, angling her hips so his cock pressed against her folds.
"My self control is far better than yours, Elle. Besides, I'm really looking forward to punishing you for all your many transgressions tomorrow. If you go to sleep, the time will come sooner than you think."
She huffed indignantly again. "Fine! One last kiss goodnight then?"
He obliged her, kissing her so fiercely, she grew quite breathless. His cock nudged her clit as she tried to rub against him. She mewled impatiently at him for thwarting her efforts of seducing him.
"If you want it, you are going to have to take it yourself, kitten. Just know that it will come with a price tag tomorrow."
She wasn't listening, she was trying to get him to move. "Could you please just rub against me? You don't have to fuck me. Just make me come, please?"
"Are you sure about this, pet?" He crooned darkly, rolling his pelvis gently, probing her folds perfectly. She cried out as he pressed directly against her clit.
"Yes, again please, Roland!"
He kissed her deeply then, beginning a gentle rhythm against her, and she groaned as he almost immediately had her teetering on the edge. She longed for him to enter her, but knew he wasn't going to do it, so she settled with what she could get. The feeling of his broad head as it nudged her clit was plenty. Suddenly he moved a bit lower, parting her folds, the head of his cock pressing momentarily against her opening. Elle threw back her head at the pressure, almost coming apart right then and there. But he was merely collecting some of her juices, spreading them around so he slid across her sensitive flesh more easily.
"You're utterly infuriating," she whimpered, frustration filling her. She was literally trembling with need.
"Just wait till tomorrow then, pet," he responded smoothly.
She didn't reply, a shiver rushing down her spine at the silky warning in his voice. She focused instead on the feel of him against her, the way he held her wrists in place, his warm hands circling her skin.
"Oh god," she panted, feeling the orgasm rushing in. "Please, please please, just fuck me!" She begged, tensing beneath him.
Roland shifted slightly, the head of his cock prodding her entrance once again, before pushing upwards towards her clit. Elle released a sharp whimper as he almost pushed her over the precipice, making her lurch sharply, her body shuddering viciously.
"You want me to penetrate your juicy cunt, pet?" He growled, barely able to restrain himself now.
"God, yes!" She burst out. "I'm so close!"
"It's gonna cost you," he added softly.
"I don't care, Roland! Just for the love of whatever you hold dear, fuck me!" She was delirious with need now.
Then a harsh scream rent the air as he suddenly entered her body in one hard thrust, a deep groan floating from his chest. The sting of his initial penetration was all she needed. She bucked wildly beneath him as she exploded forcefully around his thick shaft. Roland didn't allow her a break to recover before he began to move within her, her walls pulsating and fluttering around his pistoning length.
He was still holding her arms above her head, but she didn't seem to mind. She was moaning and babbling, thrashing as he brought her straight back to the edge within a few thrusts.
"Oh my god, yes please!" She hissed, and he delivered a few hard thrusts that sent her spiraling into another shuddering release.
"You better enjoy yourself while it lasts, pet." He growled, increasing the strength of his thrusts, feeling the bed rap sharply against the wall.
She gave a strangled scream as she orgasmed again, unable to utter a single coherent sound.
"Because this is going to be fucking expensive for you," he hissed, before assaulting her with kisses, moving to her jaw and throat, nibbling at her skin.
She barely registered what he was saying, and when he caught both her hands in one of his larger ones, so he could caress her breasts, tugging at her nipples, she really didn't care. She screamed as she came apart so hard, she dragged him with her. He groaned deeply as he coated her insides with his seed, spurting furiously, thrusting hard a few times before coming to a dead halt. He knew she had already passed out, her body having slumped as soon as he stilled within her. He chuckled softly as he rolled off her, pulling her tightly against his chest.
He glanced at the clock. It was almost four in the morning. He sighed contentedly, glad they didn't have work in the morning. Then he closed his eyes as well, sleep claiming him almost instantly.
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-Pancakes