Chapter 4: Ellie

I was panting with excitement. This man, whoever he was, woke a craving in me for wild and adventurous sex. The attraction was there, terrifying and yet thrilling. I had to take a risk, so I kissed him. I couldn't stand another lonely night. I didn't want to be that self-conscious girl with a shattered confidence anymore. The cruel memories were feeding on my soul. I had to be close to another human being to break the cycle, to move on with whatever life I chose for myself.

"Take all your clothes off," he commanded, standing by the bed and staring at me with his hard eagle-like eyes. His order sent a shudder right down to my core, lighting up the dead cells. I was out of my dress before I knew it, standing in my white lace bra and knickers, expecting him to follow me, but he hadn't moved. His eyes took me in and began moving slowly down my body. I waited patiently, not quite sure what to expect.

"I said all the clothes off!" he ordered with a hint of impatience, but his domineering voice was a real turn-on. No one had ever talked to me like that in the bedroom, not even Andrew. My pussy was wet for him; it throbbed with need and I craved his touch. I had never been prudish or shy, but in all my deepest fantasies I never imagined submitting to a dominant lover. There was something about Mack that made me want to please him.

I stepped off the bed and let my bra fall to the floor. My knickers followed. This huge man in front of me had a wide strong jaw and light blond hair. He was tall, wide shouldered and strongly built. Our kiss was sensual but rough, and I loved every second of it.

He took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. My heart stuttered between my ribs when my eyes took in the sculpted muscles on his chest. He had a scar on the right side of his abdomen, wide and long. I was curious and almost asked where it came from, but I forced myself to keep quiet. He wasn't at all like any other men that I'd ever slept with-I had never in my life been this excited about what was about to happen.

"Trousers off," I said approaching him and wanting to run my fingers over his arm, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to his chest.

He leaned over and growled into my ear, "Tonight this pussy belongs to me-it will feel pleasure because I want it to, it will be wet for me because I want it to be wet, and you will come when I say because I want you to. But, my Angel, not until I say you can."

He moved away from me and spread my legs wide apart and sat between my knees, looking at my nakedness intently.

"You have such a pretty sex," he said, sliding his fingers up my slit. "You can beg and plead all you like-I quite enjoy it when you do-but like your pussy, your orgasm belongs to me."

I began to tremble as he slid his fingers through my wetness. He started to massage my clit with his thumb hard and fast, taking me by surprise, then thrust two fingers into my hole. Massaging my inner walls with his fingers, he suddenly bit down on my nipple, surprising me. I moaned loudly and bucked my hips up to meet his hand, feeling a new rush of wetness gather between my thighs.

"Oh God, please... I need this, I need to come," I started to beg as I met the thrust of his hand. He removed his hand and I felt bereft at the loss of him. "No. Please, no," I whined.

"Angel, your orgasm is mine to give as I please. Now, no more moving or I won't let you come. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head and he bit my inner thigh with a sharp growl. It shocked me. It hurt, but not in an unpleasant way; more like he was letting me know he was in charge, he was the boss. "Yes, yes, I understand. I'll be good now."

"Get on all fours now and be quiet," he ordered, pulling away all of a sudden. My head spun and I wasn't ready for it, but I obeyed him, feeling that he had more cards up his sleeve. For a moment the room was absolutely silent. I could only hear the sound of our heavy breathing and feel our vibrating excitement. I had no idea what was happening to me, but his touch made me responsive, twisting me into a mush of submission. In the bedroom, I had always been in control; men were pleased when I turned into a dirty-talking slut, but not this time. This stranger switched my usual role around.

My thighs were shaking with anticipation and my pussy was drenched. I was on my knees with my ass in the air, waiting for him to plunge his hard dick inside me. I heard him rip something off, probably a packet for the condom. Good that he was so well prepared.

When he thrust himself inside me, I crumbled, taking all of him in, crying out. He gripped my hips and started fucking me. Fast and hard. Bringing me to the edge of orgasm, letting me feel it build to that delicious edge of the cliff, then slowing right down to stave off my release, then moving fast again. It was agony, a delicious torture.

"This will be quick but intense, Angel," he rasped and bit my ear.

I had never experienced anything like it. This stranger, whoever he was, pulled the pieces of my shattered soul back together. He was rough but sensual, fucking me until I was out of breath, heart jackhammering in my chest. He pounded into me fast and I panted and moaned, begging for more. He didn't let me rest until we were both on the edge.

Then he wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back towards him. "Come now, my Angel. Squeeze my cock nice and tight and come."

I had no control; I had no options. My body responded to him and I writhed on his beautiful cock, letting my orgasm take over as I moaned and screamed. I felt his release build as he pulsed inside of me. Within moments he was ready again and I was losing touch with reality. My hips moved back and forth, up and down his cock. It was like a punishingly sweet race, only I wasn't keeping up with him.

I didn't care what his name was, who he was or where he came from. That night all I cared about was the fact that he didn't let me sleep, not once.

He was assertive, commanding and passionate. He abused my body in every delightful way, eased the uncontrollable rhythmic throbbing, and shattered any doubt and hesitation. I collapsed on his chest hours later, exhausted but satisfied. Every ounce of pleasure had been wrung from my body. My whole body was numb, heart speeding. It wasn't long before I drifted to sleep, knowing that I was no longer alone.