His Absolute Betrayal - Elise's Love Story: The Billionaire's Continuum (#2) (A Contemporary Romance Novel) (21 page)

"Alright," I squeaked, wanting or needing or desiring Lucent inside of me once more.  I froze on the precipice of him entering me, the head of his cock lodged tightly between my lower lips.  "Thank you."

Lucent grinned at me.  Taking advantage of the situation, he kissed me, knowing I couldn't slap him or punish him without alerting Jessika to our midnight tryst.

"Good night, then," she said, and walked away into the darkness again.

"Lucent," I said, talking into his kiss and his mouth.  "If you don't stop that, I
will
slap you, and I don't care if Jessika and Asher hear.  Stop!  Now!"

It sounded louder in my head, coming out as more of a harsh hiss, words reverberating in his mouth.  He gazed at me with a strange mix of awe and inspiration, though maybe that was all in my head.  It was difficult to see him in the dark of night, but I liked how he looked at me anyways.

"My apologies, Mistress Tanner," he said.

Jessika closed the door, leaving us alone.  Thankfully she hadn't heard, or come back, or any of that.  Now it was just us, Lucent and I, me and him together.  Sort of.  We weren't quite as together as I wanted.

I rocked back and forth for a second before dropping into his lap.  He filled me.  I gripped him tight.  Yes, this was us.  Now and here, the past and the present, but a future that I desperately wanted, too.  I ground my body against him, my core to his, our chests pressed tight, our bodies aligned.

No lips, though, no kissing.  My forehead rested on his, and the tips of our noses touched, but our lips were separate and apart, though just barely.  I stared at him and he stared at me, the whites of our eyes peering at one another through the darkness.

"I'm going to cum," I said.  "I don't want you to, though, alright?  I just want you inside of me while I do, but that's it."

"I want you," he said, throaty and ragged.  "Elise, I want you so badly.  I want to fuck you."

"No," I said.

"I want to cum inside you," he said.  "Please, let me?"

"No," I said.

"I'll do anything—"

"No."

And so that was that.  He didn't say anything else.  He just stared at me and smiled and acted the part of my sex slave and sensual toy.  It was a very weird feeling, but I liked it a lot.  I lifted my skirt up again, slipping my hand under and beneath my panties, then I started to touch myself.  Slow at first, just to get a feel for things, but I wasn't in the mood for sensual softness at the moment.  Faster, faster again.  I closed my eyes and my breath quickened.

Lucent inside me, yes, filling me, just like that, but only like that.  His cock twitched every now and again, teasing and delighting me, but other than that he didn't move.  His lips touched mine, but not on purpose, not a kiss.  I wanted to become lost in my control of him, and I was fast becoming exactly that.

I rubbed my clit faster, then a little more.  I felt it, my orgasm.  It wanted release, wanted me to give my body to it.  An exchange of sorts, like a request at a gateway.  I passed the threshold as soon as I agreed to my body's erotic demands.

My climax tore through me and my hand slipped away, my clit quickly becoming too sensitive to touch.  I spasmed and rocked against Lucent's cock.  Some part of me wanted him to take me, to thrust into me, slam me onto the couch or the floor and claim me, but another part enjoyed his passivity.  He was mine, all mine, in every way possible.  It was a heady and intoxicating thought.

My inner walls convulsed and clenched against his cock and he twitched and throbbed in response.  Then more.  I felt him, our bodies together, but different than before.  It was a dance, almost, both of us holding the other, but me taking the lead.  We dipped and swayed, stepping this way and that, my orgasm like a dancer desiring the spotlight.  Lucent played the role of my partner, but he gave me everything and supported me now, instead of asking for a trade.

I liked that.  I liked watching dancers dance, and seeing the excitement between them, seeing the agile feats of performers trained in quickstep styles.  The woman might be able to do amazing things, and look more attractive and entertaining than the man at points, but she could never do some of what she did without her partner giving himself as her support.

That was me and Lucent right now.  I performed ecstatic moves, my climax leaping high into the air and spinning on the sexual dance stage in my mind, but at the end of it all, he would catch me, Lucent would hold me, he would be there for me.

My climax died down.  I still enjoyed feeling him inside of me, though.  Stalwart and strong, his cock pressed into and against my fatigued body.

I kind of wanted him to cum.  Inside of me.  But I didn't, too.  I didn't want to give in, or to relinquish control, or to accept it, or any of that.  I didn't know what I wanted to do.  I told him as much.

"I liked that," I said.  "A lot.  I want you to cum, too, but I don't know if you deserve it.  I don't know how all of this works, Lucent."

"It works however you'd like it to work," he said, smiling and then offering me a gentle kiss.  "If you want, we can stop everything immediately.  Since I promised to be more open and truthful, I will fully admit that if we do stop, I'm going to excuse myself, go to the bathroom, and finish what you started, though.  I doubt I could sleep otherwise."

"You..."  I put two and two together easily, but it just wasn't something I'd considered before.  "You're going to go masturbate in the bathroom?" I asked.  "Without me?"

I didn't know why I added that last part.  Obviously he was going without me.  I didn't know why he'd want to go without me, though.  I wanted to see him masturbate.  It seemed exciting to me.  Kind of hot?  Um... was that normal to think?  I didn't know and I didn't really care at the moment.

"Do you want to come?" he asked, trying to hide his amusement.

"Do
you
want to cum?" I asked, not bothering to hide mine.

"Yes," he said.

"I do, too," I said.

"Bathroom?" he asked.

I started to hop up and off his cock, but then I sunk back down onto it.  For good measure, you know?  I felt him throb and squeeze inside of me.  "Don't cum yet," I said, shaking my head.  "Tsk tsk, Lucent."

"You're quite demanding," he said, aroused anguish in his tone.

"Yup, I know."

I got off of him for real this time, then grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom in the dark.  Unfortunately I bumped into a chair.  Then a wall.  Not too much, not too loudly, but bumping into things in the dark hardly seemed sexy or masterful.  Who cared about that?  I was going to see Lucent masturbate.  I mean, I'd seen him sort of doing it before, but not often completion, so...

We got to the bathroom and I turned on the light.  I pulled him inside and closed the door and we stood there in the tiny, cramped space of a small apartment bathroom, with barely more than a tiny tub and shower, with a sink, and a toilet.  This wasn't exactly what I expected, because I was too used to Lucent's overlarge bathroom, but I supposed it'd do.

"Alright," I said.  "Go."

He grinned at me.  "Go?" he asked.  "Just like that?  You do get right to the point, don't you?"

"Go," I said again, lifting my brows and staring at him.  "Go go!"

I'd seen this before, sort of.  Though not quite like this.  It was a very odd experience, but um... well, Lucent caught me masturbating in the library once when we were trapped, and it kind of upset me, so he said he'd do the same and I could watch him.  Which was oddly exciting at the time.  We both wore clothes then, though.  Also, I didn't know him very well back then.  In hindsight, I didn't know why I agreed to that.  It was just one of those things, you know?  Act first, think later.

This was kind of like that, but different.  And sexier.

"You did this for me before," I said.  "Do you remember in the library?"

He wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his cock and began stroking himself.  We stood side by side in the small bathroom, and we didn't have a lot of room, so of course I needed to sidle up close to him, right?  I did that, moving behind him, and standing on tiptoes to peer over his shoulder.  This was Lucent's point of view, right?  It was what he saw when... everything?  I tried to get into his mind.  Currently, it was quite a hot and bothered mind, too.  The view from here was rather interesting and unique.

"I do," he said.  "I believe I wore more clothes at the time, though.  And I wasn't standing."

"I asked you if I could touch you while you did it, but you said no.  I asked if I could feel your hand or your arm while you were stroking yourself, and you said no to that, too.  You even said I couldn't touch your foot."

Lucent laughed.  "I did.  Then you asked for a mint.  An Altoid, if I remember correctly.  I said you could help yourself."

"I don't want a mint right now," I said.  "I want to touch you, and you can't say no to me anymore, Lucent.  Right?"

He shrugged his shoulders in false defeat.  "Truly, I am at your command, Mistress Tanner.  I'll do exactly as you wish."

"Keep doing that," I said.  I reached over and placed my hand on his forearm, just above his wrist.  Wrapping my fingers around his arm as much as I could, I watched and felt him move, his own hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself up and down.

"This is sexy," I said, excited.  "It's neat."

"Neat?" Lucent asked.

"Alright, let go," I said, ignoring him; he seemed altogether too reluctant to release his cock, and I could sort of understand why.  "You're too tall.  Bend your knees a little bit."

Eventually he let go of himself, and he bent his knees, but not without staring at me, confounded.  As soon as I had his cock to myself, I let go of his forearm and grabbed his shaft.  Snaking my arm beneath his, pretending this was me, that I was Lucent, and somehow this was my cock, I watched, fascinated, as I stroked him.  He'd bent his knees, but they buckled even further at my touch.  I stroked him slowly at first, then faster, faster still.

"I'm going to," he said, voice ragged, grunting.  "Soon."

I stopped.  "No," I said.  "I have an idea.  It's a good idea."

He stared at me with an expression of terrible loss and odd appreciation.  "I can't believe you did that," he said.

"You're not going to cum yet," I said.  "Help me with my dress."

I started pulling it up, and Lucent helped me with my zipper, until we got it all the way off.  Quickly, I pulled off my panties, then removed my bra, and stood naked with him in the bathroom.  I kept my heels on, because it was a little chilly in here and I didn't want to step on the tiles with bare feet.

"Alright," I said.  "Go again.  Just you this time."

"Just me?" he asked.  "Are you sure?  Do I have to stop again, or is this it?"

"No, you're not stopping this time.  I want you to cum on my breasts."

He stared at me, gaping.  "What?"

"Do you remember at Sam's?  Earlier?  We talked about this a little bit and I have decided I want you to cum on my breasts.  I want to know what it feels like."

"We're in the bathroom of Mrs. Landseer's apartment in the middle of the night," Lucent said, some slight hint of protest.  Yes, he said this and he protested, but he currently had his fingers wrapped around his cock and he was stroking himself.  What kind of protest was that?

I lowered myself in front of him, bending my knees and waiting, perched close to his cock.  "Not on my face," I said.

"I understand," he said, though it came out as more of a gasp.  "Your breasts.  Fine, then.  And soon, Miss Tanner.  I'm not going to stop this time."

"You shouldn't say that, because then I'll have the urge to tell you to stop."

"Please," he said, begging.  "Don't."

"I won't this time, but maybe I will next time."

At my admission, our acceptance, it happened.  Lucent stroked himself faster now, then more, and after a few moments, he came.  A lot.  Wow.  I expected something like this, and I'd sort of teased him into a frenzy, but I hadn't fully prepared myself for the specifics.

A jet of his cum streamed forth from his cock, landing directly above my left breast.  Then another, more towards the center, and another near my nipple.  A little more came out after, but not a lot.  It gathered around the head of his cock, which seemed kind of wasteful and I didn't want to make a mess on the floor, so I snuck forward and kissed it away.  Lucent shuddered, staring down at me, eyes glossy with bliss.

"Huh!" I said.

He fell back, dropping to sit on the edge of the bathtub.  "Huh."

"What do I do now?" I asked.  I hadn't thought much about the afterwards part.

Lucent reached towards me, pressing his index finger against some of his cum covering the top of my breast, then he used it to paint a sweeping line on the outside curves of my chest.  I slapped his hand away.

"No," I said.  "Mine."

I took up his work with great interest.  It felt... sticky, sort of?  Slick and smooth, too.  I knew what it felt like before this, but I'd never really stopped to engage with the actuality of it.  I traced a line along the outer edge of my breast, circular and hypnotic, slowly moving ever inwards, until I reached my nipple.  Then I dotted it like an "i" for effect.  What effect?  I didn't know.  It just seemed appropriate.

Something clicked in my head, nonsensical and lacking logic, but for some reason it seemed absolutely correct and necessary, too.  "I want you to apologize, Lucent."

He lifted one brow at me, confused.  "I apologize for cumming on your breasts?" he said, questioning his own statement.

I shook my head, confused at his confusion.  "No, not that.  Why would you apologize about that?"

"I don't know, to be completely honest."

"Why did you bring me to Elle's apartment again?  Apologize about that."

"I thought I did before," he said.

"Yes, but you could stand to do it again, I think."

"I've remained in touch with Laura for business purposes," Lucent said.  "I know that sounds odd, and I do apologize for not discussing it with you before, but it has to do with..."  He hesitated to say more.