Eli (Mallick Brothers 4)

"Autumn," he said quietly as my hands slid down his stomach to snag his belt, then undo his button and zip.

Whatever he was about to say, however, disappeared as I reached in, grabbed his cock, freed it, then sucked it deep before he could even draw a breath.

He only let me work him for a couple short minutes before his hand was in the hair at the base of my neck, twisting, and yanking upward until his cock left my mouth with a soft pop.

"On the bed," he demanded, showing a bit of bossy-Eli, minus the anger, and that was just as thrilling as the angry one who plugged, flogged, and fucked me while bound. I wanted to know what this version of Eli had planned for me. I stretched out across the bed, thighs pressed together to try to calm the chaos as he moved to stand, shedding his shirt, then his pants.

There he was, naked, fucking glorious, with his hard cock straining, promising an end to the torment.

Just not quite yet.

He watched me as he stroked himself twice, then turned his attention to my nightstand where he pulled open the deep lower drawer where he - rightly - assumed I kept the toys.

I didn't really even know what was in there anymore, having really just used a trusty vibrator to get the job done for a long while.

The low, appreciative chuckle let me know that there was definitely more than that to play with in there.

"Perfect, he said, producing a pair of cuffs that made me suddenly really glad I hadn't replaced my headboard just yet. He waved at me, and I scooted up toward the top of the bed, raising my hands over my head, giving him a wicked smirk as he moved to straddle my waist, sliding the chain between two rails, then clamping the cold metal on each of my wrists.

He lowered down, running his tongue down my neck, my chest, circling my nipples.

But before he could go where I needed contact the most, he was off the bed and in my nightstand again, coming back with something with straps that took me a long second to recognize. A butterfly vibe. You strapped it across your thighs so you could be handless. It vibrated against your clit. And the one I brought home? Yeah, it had a small finger-type extension that slipped inside you and vibrated against your G-spot as well.

I had brought it home to test it.

Then had completely forgotten about it.

He dropped it next to my body as he moved to kneel by my legs. "Legs up," he demanded.

I pressed them together and put them straight up. He grabbed my calves and shoved them inward, pressing them into my chest as his hand moved down, rubbing my clit quickly side-to-side through my panties before his hand moved up, snagging the lacy material that was half-covering my ass, and dragging it down just slightly. His finger moved in, thrusting unexpectedly inside my pussy, making my body jump, and a moan escape me.

But before I could even get used to the sensation, his finger was gone, moving back, pressing against, then penetrating my ass.

And I knew exactly what he had planned for me, exactly what I had been wondering about just moments before.

When I rocked my hips against him, he withdrew his finger. He pulled my panties off, then reached for the butterfly, clasping it to my thighs, then pressing the little piece inside my pussy before turning it on.

His eyes closed when I let out a whimper.

"Eli, wait..." I moaned when he moved off the bed.

He didn't respond, just went into the top drawer of the nightstand, coming back with a condom and a small bottle of lube.

But he didn't use either, just watched me writhe as the vibrations pushed me upward and fast.

"You gonna tell me what you were all tense about earlier?" he asked, making my eyes go huge.

I wasn't the only one not above using sexual manipulation.

"Eli..."

"You don't get to come until you tell me," he informed me. Then, as if to prove his point, pressed between my thighs, flicking the butterfly off, making me squirm and yank against my cuffs.

"Eli, please," I whimpered, rocking my hips shamelessly, helplessly.

He watched me, eyes molten, smile evil, as he reached for the condom, slipped it on, then grabbed the lube as he pressed my knees in toward my chest again.

The cold shock made my body jolt as it slid down my pussy, my ass, dripping off of me as he kept pouring. His hand moved to work the silky liquid around my ass, thrusting a finger inside again to work me. My back arched on a moan before I lost the finger again.

But then he shifted forward and the thick head of his cock pressed against my ass instead, pushing hard, but not quite penetrating for a long minute as he watched my face for a reaction.