Their Tangled Lust by Catherine Tramell

Kelly

 

I shake the whiskey around the glass while watching Elijah park his car. Some of my nosy “acquaintances” sent me a message that Elijah checked into a hotel. He and his team usually do that when they need to plan for something important. He would always tell me about it.

Is he seeing someone else other than Allyson? I made sure to ruin their afternoon by forcing Delilah to make me meet Allyson immediately. Allyson showed up, but she left her baby to the staff. What kind of a mother leaves her baby to strangers for the sake of money?

“I don’t care. Just find out who it is.” Elijah tells someone on the phone. It must be Terrence. Find who it is?

Elijah walks straight into our bar with his grumpy face. He quickly calms down when he finds me sitting on the couch. "Tough day?" I ask. I cross my legs and display the sexy purple and black lingerie he gifted me.

He smiles widely and walks to me. And for the first time in a long time, he kisses me torridly with pure lust. But the desire isn't because of me.

Two years ago, he would wake up in the middle of the night. When I tried to ask him about it, he answered me with a lustful kiss and took me like I’m nothing but his slave. He suddenly craved for something that I couldn’t understand and couldn’t seem to provide. I never asked him; I was afraid to. So, I just left it like it was a phase – a mid-life crisis. Elijah was under too much stress at that time, and I believed it to be the reason.

“Are you okay, Daddy?” I try to calm him.

Elijah takes the whiskey from me and drinks it before kissing me again. "I want you, Kelly," he tells me. Before I can ask what bothers him, he removes his shirt and throws it on the floor.

I let go of a short laugh. "Daddy," he gags my next word with his mouth. He keeps his mouth on mine while unbuckling his pants.

“You’re mine,” he smiles lovingly at me. “You will always be mine.”

My nerves become paralyzed for a moment. Did Elijah know something? Or is he suspecting me? It can’t be. The only things that can give me away are the large amount I suddenly withdrew and that stupid Allyson.

But Elijah never questions the amount I take or where I spent it. Allyson would not risk losing her son by tattling me to my husband. Find out who it is! Panic makes me tremble. Does he think that I'm having an affair and that's who he wants Terrence to find out?

Elijah holds my cheeks with his hands, coercing me to face him. Suddenly, his face calms down – as if he realized who I am not. Elijah covers his mistake with a cheeky smile and a more passionate kiss. I calm down, knowing that he knows nothing.

"Damn that lingerie. It made me crazy," Elijah lies. He carries me into his arms and sits me on his lap.

I massage his chest and shower him with soft and gentle kisses. “Did something happen?” I take a slow breath and add, “Did Allyson and her kid make a mess?”

Elijah shows a fatherly smile. "Christian was amazing," his tone is like that of a proud father. I grit my teeth. Allyson. That woman!

I'm convinced that nothing is between Elijah and Allyson. Elijah might be a gentle soul, but he also hates sharing what he owns. Something that developed from the night Nicholas Aracelli ruined me. Elijah will never let Allyson become a slave to somebody if he treasures her. But that young mother turns me into a laughable woman just because I couldn't bear a child.

Elijah notices that the topic is making me uncomfortable. He gives me an apologetic smile before guiding me to a straddling position. “But my baby is more amazing,” he laughs before tracing my curves with his palm.

I shove my anger with Allyson away and kiss Elijah. He chuckles when I tease his tongue to enter my mouth. When he pushes it inside, I swirl my tongue around it before sucking it hard. I urge him to fuck my mouth with his tongue while I grind my crotch against his covered cock.

Elijah growls when his cock convulses. He reaches down to his pants and releases his cock. I hold it with one hand and massage it, squeezing the shaft to wet the tip a little. "You're amazing, Kelly," Elijah said.

He's right. I should exceed everyone – especially Allyson. I can never give Elijah a child, but I can always satisfy him as no one else can. I've learned to keep up with his lust when his craving suddenly changed two years ago. I can surely keep up with whatever changes he wants right now.

“I love you, Daddy,” Elijah replies with a moan when I roll his shaft on my wet folds. It’s the truth. I love him despite my secret. I might enjoy fucking women and enjoy orgies with them, but only Elijah holds my heart. He might not be my ultimate lust, but he’s the only one I love.

My shaky cry fills the room when I guide Elijah’s huge and hard cock into my pussy. My lips curve to a satisfied smile when his rough skin brushes against my sensitive pussy walls. Elijah’s cock is not the only one who has conquered my pussy. Nicholas and his assholes had their filthy cocks inside me, too. But my body only recognizes the pleasure Elijah’s cock gives.

“Like it?” I ask while grinding my crotch on top of Elijah.

“Very much, baby,” Elijah says under a grunt.

He moves his hips slightly to counter my hip rotations. Our pace is slow, but we rock like we’re dancing on the couch. Elijah’s hands wrap my neck. He strums his fingers on my nape while occasionally choking my neck as I increase my pace.

“Nice, baby,” Elijah whispers while moving his hands on my shoulders to lower the strap of lingerie. He trails wet kisses on my arms until my tits are exposed before him.

I throw my head to the back when Elijah licks my nipples while making sure that his rough buds scratch the sensitive pebble hard. I cling to his head and mess his hair while enjoying his mouth on my nipples.

Shit! My moaning stops when Elijah sucks my nipples like he wants something out from them. It's not the first time it happened. Since Allyson came to work for me, Elijah has been sucking my tits like a baby wanting his milk. I pull him away from my chest and look at him. Am I wrong about him and Allyson?

“My turn?” Elijah assumes that my pause is because I’m tired.

He takes me off his lap and helps me in a kneeling position on the couch. He pulls my hips towards him and bends me on the couch board. I fake an excited smile to hide my suspicion. Elijah traces my curves once more before entering me from behind, provoking me to moan genuinely. I’m angry, but I can’t deny the pleasure Elijah always brings me.

My body arches and curls as Elijah thrust in me in long strokes. His shaft teases my walls that desperately want to milk his cock. My suspicions on him and anger with Allyson slowly vanish as Elijah increases his pace and intensity. The pleasure spreads and envelops me, pushing me into a bubble of crazy madness, absent of any worries.

“Say you’re mine,” Elijah slaps my butt, bursting the bubble that I created. His tone sounds dominant. His slap stings just as I would have wanted it to sting my slaves. I clench my jaw when he repeats his action and demands the word.

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I say while twitching my lips.

Elijah holds me by the shoulders and thrusts inside me deep and hard. He moves his hips like someone riding a chariot. I hate how he takes me like I'm some hooker who only receives someone's cock, but the intense lust stirs mixed emotions inside me. My mind finds it repulsive that, as a dominant, I'm treated like a slave. But my body enjoys the stinging pain from his wild cock and the pleasure it leaves on my nerves.

My cries and his growls shake the room as we move against each other with better passion and intensity. The couch even moved from its original location because of his powerful movements.

The sensation from his wild acts makes me crave an orgasm. My thighs throb harder while my walls rejoice from every strong thrust that meets them. I want to cum, but Elijah is so caught up by his lust that he doesn't care about what I want. I reach for my clit and rub it while he continues to take me.

“You want to cum now, baby?” he asks.

I nod while moaning. Elijah pulls out my hand and places it back on the couch board. He wraps my waist in one hand and lets his other hand explore my folds. With his cock resting inside me, pulsing against my vibrating walls, he reaches for my clit and rubs it hard. My body goes crazy and dances on his arm. My fingernails scratch hard against the leather couch while I'm crying from the pleasure.

“Daddy!” I scream when my orgasm explodes and quakes my body hard. Elijah holds me tight but keeps his other hand on my folds while I shudder from ecstasy. “I’m yours, Daddy. I’m yours,” I repeat with a smile.

Elijah bends me back to the couch and returns to thrusting inside me. He's the type who wouldn't sacrifice his climax and will get it even if I'm already out. I hang on tight on the couch board and feel his cock ram hard against my pussy. His growls and grunts grow louder as he chases his orgasm like a hungry lion.

He stops thrusting and lets his cock engorge inside me. A long grunt leaves his mouth as his cock explodes with cream inside me. Elijah shakes hard as if he wants to give everything to me. I bite my lips as jealousy and anger emerge again. The last time he creamed me hard was when we were determined to conceive.

“That was intense,” I fake a short laugh after Elijah pulls out of me.

Elijah smiles as a reply. I could tell that he's satisfied, but his eyes show hints of frustration. No matter how hard he tries, I could never have what Allyson has – a baby.

“Where are you going?” Elijah asks when I walk away from him.

“Taking a shower and getting some rest,” Elijah becomes worried at my answer. “I’m fine, Daddy. Your baby is just getting old.”

I quickly turn around and walk out of our bar. I'm old, but Allyson is young. I can't conceive, but she can. It's still possible for Elijah to have a child through IVF. Allyson can do it for him. There's nothing between them now. But I'm afraid that Elijah's obsession with Allyson's baby will make him want Allyson more.

“Make arrangements for your son tomorrow,” I tell Allyson after she picks up my call. “You’ll be my slave after your shift. No buts.”

I hang up the call and grit my teeth. I will break that woman’s spirit before she could think of accepting any offers from Elijah.