Always by Megan Slayer

“I have a challenge for you.”

Elisha licked her lips and swallowed past the lump in her throat. Calen’s voice rumbled through her body and sizzled in her pussy. He offered challenges to her all the time. He loved to push her buttons and show her erotic avenues she’d never dreamed of. His last challenge had been for her to wear revealing clothing and a remote operated vibrator during a party. She spent the whole time in a state of near orgasm and only found release when they returned home and fucked against the door. What did he dream up this time?

“Ellie?”

She worried her bottom lip for another moment. He only used her pet name when he wanted something. Oh what the hell? “I accept.”

“Good girl. The instructions are in your emailItalic.”

The click on his end of the line vibrated in her brain. No goodbyes. No words of sentiment, other than good girl. She flicked the screen on her phone to access her email.

Wait. Nude. Breasts and hands against the glass.
Watch for me.
Do not come.

A shiver of excitement and anticipation sliced through her. They hadn’t tried voyeurism. Memorizing the command, she placed the phone on the coffee table and glanced at the clock. 7:48 Calen would be home in what….half an hour? She could handle the challenge. Easy.

Fifteen minutes later and completely bare, she stood before the wall of glass looking out over Ninth Street. Their loft sat six stories up on one of the busiest streets of downtown Cleveland. The smoothness of the glass, combined with the aching cold pebbled her nipples.

He would pick one of the coldest days of the year for this challenge.

Streetlights and the blurred headlights of the moving traffic glittered behind her. She shifted her hips. The chill from the window kept her body on edge, but it was nothing like the anticipation. Could Calen see her from the street? Her pussy twitched.

Could he? Hell, anyone could see her naked body.

The more she thought about it, the more she didn’t care if someone watched. A tiny moan escaped her throat. Yes, she wanted anyone who looked up to see her patiently awaiting her lover. This is what I offer to him.

Despite the need running rampant through her system, a moment of their conversation from the morning came to mind. She’d decided to confess her deepest feelings to him. Instead of replying he loved her, too, he merely said, “ok.”

She rolled her eyes. He’d never actually said he loved anything. Not coffee, not racing, not parts of her anatomy. Was he capable of loving her? Or was she just an object of sex to him?

The chime of the mantel clock split the tension in the air. She counted the notes. Nine. Couldn’t be. Nine o’clock. He’d made her wait for over an hour! Still, it didn’t bother her nearly as much as she thought it might. He praised her obedience in the past.

Let him be wowed.

Footsteps thumped behind her on the hardwood floors. Shimmers of want coursed to her core. Cream coated her pussy. He’d come home. She opened her mouth to speak, but remained quiet. The message said nothing about talking. Just waiting. Nude. Vulnerable.

“Good girl.”

His voice, scratchy and deep, threaded around her brain. Her cunt throbbed for him. Damn her sex drive. Damn him for using it against her. Manipulating her. And every time she came back for more.

Her gaze switched from the action on the street below to the reflection in the glass. Her cheeks flushed with crimson. As if she conjured him, Calen appeared behind her. His azure eyes sparkled in the lamplight. His lips curved into a smirk. Using his index finger, he brushed her ebony hair aside and nuzzled her neck. The contrast of his tanned skin against her pale shoulder always thrilled her. When he spoke, her control splintered.

“You please me.” Calen kissed her neck, the action so whispery soft against her pulse. “They can see you. They want you.” He shifted his hips, rubbing the silk of his suit jacket lapels along her spine and ass. His hands roamed her stomach and the swell of her hips, not quite finding the apex between her thighs.

She bit back the moan building in her chest. If he touched a little lower…just a little farther down.

“Bad girl.” Calen smoothed his palms along her ribcage and grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “They want to see you come. You aren’t here for them. Are you?” His hands stilled at her waist. “Are you?”

“For you, Sir.”

“Yes,” he hissed. Plunging two fingers into her pussy, he held her close to his body and wrenched the breath from her chest. His thumb grazed her clit, sending a shimmer of sparks through her veins. Cream slickened her inner thighs. The waves of orgasm slammed into her brain and quaked in her belly. So close and too damn fast.

“Do you want to come?” His question tickled her nape.

“Yes,” she groaned and wiggled her bottom. “Take me.”

“No.”

Fuck. She’d forgotten the dance. She met his gaze in the reflection on the glass. “Please take me, Sir.”

He released her breasts and slapped her ass. The tingling reverberated in her pussy and clenched around her heart. She held her breath awaiting his next move. Calen strode to the St. Anne’s chair and sat down heavily. He braced his forehead on his hand and wriggled the fingers of his right hand.

She sucked in a ragged breath and folded her hands at the small of her back.

“Come here.”

Elisha summoned her inner strength and made her way to him. A thought hung in her mind. Did he love her or was this yet another game? And why did it matter? Because she wanted to belong. Wanted his security. Craved his love.

“You’re thinking.” Calen patted his thigh. “Unzip me and sit.”

Making quick work of his command, she did as told and perched astride his lap. She focused her attention on his tie tack. Two diamonds set in a gold bar.

“Look at me.”

Shifting her gaze, she stared into his eyes.

“I love you, Elisha.”

Her lips parted. Did he just say? With her name?

“Sheath me.”

Oh. Her spirits fell, but she didn’t look away from the chocolate depths of his eyes. She positioned his cock between her nether lips and sank onto him, inch by delicious inch. The sensation of fullness got to her every time. She shifted her hips and eased him deeper into her channel. God, she needed to come and relieve the ache in her chest.

“Stop.”

She froze. Too far?

Calen cupped her face in both hands. The hardness in his eyes softened. “Did you think I would forget today?” He scooted forward in his seat and brushed his nose along hers. “I love you.”

Tipping her chin, he captured her mouth in a kiss. Calen released his grasp on her face and gripped her hips, driving into her with hard thrusts. She wouldn’t last. She pulled away from his kiss to gain her breath. Her nails bit into her thighs as the orgasm ripped through her being. Calen groaned and held her tight on his lap, his hot seed coating her womb.

“Elisha.”

Slumping in his arms, she rested her head on his shoulder. When her breathing reached a normal level, she found her voice. “What is today?”

“The day you agree to be my bride.” Calen smoothed his thumb over her cheek. His hand trembled. “Over the past year I’ve learned I can love—you. Marry me?”

For the first time in her life, she witnessed him nervous. And in love.

“Yes.”

About the author: When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind. When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. You can visit her by going to her blog or her group blog

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