Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

27. Elio

27

ELIO

I pull Stella in closer, her body pressed tightly against mine, my hands beginning to explore every one of her curves.

“God, you’re breathtaking,” I breathe out, my voice husky with desire. She shivers under my touch, her eyes locked on mine, and her cheeks a bright red.

I find myself growling, unable to contain the hunger that courses through me. It surprises even me, but I can’t help it; something about Stella has awakened something primal within, something that didn’t go away after just one night with her.

My lips trail down her neck to her collarbone, tasting her sweet skin as I go. “I need to have you, Stella.”

“Here?” Her eyes widen.

“Are you scared?”

“Take me then, Elio,” she breathes, her voice vulnerable; just the way I like it.

My hands roam over her petite frame possessively, yearning to touch every inch of her toned body. As I trace the curve of her waist and hips, she sighs softly, leaning into my touch.

“Your skin is so soft,” I whisper, feeling her shiver beneath my fingertips. Her hazel eyes meet mine, and I can’t help but to think about how I’ve never seen eyes like hers before…I wonder what they’d look like looking up at me while my cock is in her mouth.

Not yet. I need to be a little bit more patient.

“Yours too,” she replies, a smile playing on her lips as her hands wander across my chest, feeling the contours of my muscles.

My fingers find the top button of her blouse, and I undo it with a deliberate slowness that has her holding her breath. A sliver of skin is revealed beneath, and I can practically feel her heart racing as my hand moves to the next button.

“Please,” she gasps softly, her cheeks flushing even more. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Patience, Stella,” I reply, my voice low and wicked. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Don’t I know it…

Her eyes flash with a mix of frustration and anticipation, but she doesn’t argue which surprises me. She would be a wonderful submissive with the right training…luckily for her, I’ve been told that I’m a great teacher. She watches me with a heated gaze as I slowly undress her, revealing her beautiful body piece by piece.

Once I’m able to look at her - in all of her naked glory - I find myself unable to keep my hands to myself.

And I become hyper-aware of the effect I have on her. Each press of my hand against her delicate frame elicits a gasp, the sound like music to my ears.

I want to hear more. Over and over again until she’s losing control.

“Stella,” I murmur, leaning in close so that my breath tickles her earlobe. “Do you like it when I’m in charge?”

My voice is dark and husky, the question loaded with intent. As I pull back to gauge her reaction, I find her eyes wide, hazel irises swirling with a storm of emotions.

It takes her a moment to process my words, but when she does, she nods slowly, biting her lip in anticipation. “Yes,” she admits, almost too quietly for me to hear. “But only if you promise not to hurt me.”

Has she been hurt before? I’d kill the man who… What am I talking about? Just because we’re sleeping together doesn’t mean I’m suddenly her protector. What’s between us is just sex… probably.

“I would never hurt you in a way you didn’t like.”

She considers my words, chewing on that bottom lip. “I want you to show me.”

I can’t help but grin at her response, feeling a primal satisfaction at the prospect of taking control. My fingers deftly work on my belt, pulling it free from the loops that hold it in place. I watch her carefully, noting the way her gaze follows my every movement with a curiosity bordering on fascination.

“Are you nervous, Stella?” I ask, my voice low and teasing.

“Maybe a little,” she admits, a faint blush staining her cheeks. “But I trust you, Elio.”

For some reason, her words shock me – maybe because I hadn’t been expecting them. I’ve had submissives in the past - all of whom trusted me with their bodies, and if they were stupid enough, then their heart too.

What did Stella trust me with? And why did I want it to be both?

“Close your eyes,” I instruct softly.

“Okay,” she responds, her eyelashes fluttering shut. She stands there, vulnerable yet trusting, and it only serves to fuel my desire for her.

“Keep them closed,” I murmur as I guide her hands above her head, her wrists pressed together.

The scent of her arousal fills the air as I deftly maneuver the belt around Stella’s delicate wrists, the warm leather pressing against her soft skin, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

“If you ever start to feel like you can’t take what I’m giving you, and you want me to stop, immediately, then you say your safe word.”

She chews on her bottom lip. “What’s my safe word?”

“What do you want it to be?”

Stella considers for a moment before she answers. “Puzzle.”

Puzzle? “Why?”

“Because no matter how hard they are, I’m always able to figure them out.”

The things this woman does to me.

“I hate to tell you baby, but this is a puzzle you’ll never know the answer to.” I grip her chin between my fingers. “You don’t say that word unless you can’t take another second. It’s not to be played around with, do you understand?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I pinch her chin. “Yes what?”

For a moment, I expect her to fight me, but I’m pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. “Yes sir.”

The words shouldn’t do as much to me as they should.

As I step back to admire my handiwork, I can’t help but marvel at the sight before me: Stella, bound and trusting, her body trembling with anticipation. It’s a sight that leaves me hungrier than before.

“Is it too tight?” I ask.

Usually, I wouldn’t care if it were any other woman – but this is Stella. She’s new to this world, and if I want her to enjoy it, I have to ease her into it.

She shakes her head, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “N–no.”

“Good.” I take a step back, allowing myself to drink in the sight before me. The predatory grin that spreads across my face is involuntary, but it feels right given the circumstances. “There’s my good girl.”

Her cheeks flush. So she likes that?

I graze my fingers along her jawline. “Now,” I murmur, “let’s see what we can do about getting you even more flustered, shall we?”

Her pulse quickens beneath my fingertips, and her breath comes in shallow pants as I press her bound hands above her head, guiding her to lie back on the desk. Her chest heaves with anticipation, her legs parting slightly in invitation.

I lean in to claim her lips in a searing kiss, my mind racing with possibilities of how best to explore this uncharted territory. To learn every inch of her body, to uncover all the ways I can bring her pleasure – these are the thoughts that consume me.

My hands slide around Stella’s waist, pressing her against the wooden desk as our hips find a perfect rhythm, grinding together in time with our fervent kisses, enjoying every moan that leaves from between those pink lips.

Her back arches ever so slightly, pushing her petite frame closer to mine, and I can’t help but let out a low growl of satisfaction. The rough sound of wood scraping against the fabric of my expensive suit pants echoes through the room.

“Tell me this is what you want,” I command, my voice barely above a whisper. Her hazel eyes shimmer with desire as she bites her lip, nodding almost imperceptibly.

“Y-yes,” she manages between short, quick gasps for air. “I need you, Elio.”

Her breathless plea triggers something primal inside me, a fierce need to claim her as my own. I lean in once more, capturing her lips in another searing kiss.

I lift Stella onto the desk with a swift movement. She wraps her legs around my waist instinctively, pulling me closer. I lower my head, seeking out the delicate skin of her neck, savoring the taste of her as I trail kisses down her collarbone. The scent of her perfume lingers on her skin, making my head spin as I struggle to maintain control.

I take one perfect pink nipple into my mouth, her gasp echoes through the room, mingling with the sound of our heavy breathing.

“If you’re not quiet, everyone on the first floor will hear you.” But even as I say the words, I realize I don’t care. It’s my name on the business - I can’t be fired. I’d let her scream if that’s what she wanted, my employees be damned.

But, by the look on her face, she’s terrified by the thought. “Yes sir.”

I suckle on her nipple harder, and she gasps, her back arching off the desk, the motion causing small objects to clatter to the floor, not that I care. Things can be replaced.

“Ah, Elio,” she moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders while trying to maintain balance atop the desk. I can tell that she’s trying to be quiet, but it isn’t working that well. Should I try and make her scream just to embarrass her? Maybe next time.

“Please, Elio,” she begs, her voice breathy as she tries to catch her breath. “I need you.”

Her plea sends a shiver down my spine, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to take her right then and there. I lean forward, pressing my lips against the shell of her ear. “You don’t make the demands, Stella,” I whisper. “But, since you’ve been a good little girl…”

As our hips begin to move in tandem, I feel the rigid length of my arousal rubbing against her, causing her to cry out softly. The sound of her pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, urging me onwards.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, though the answer is clear from the way her body responds to mine. She nods frantically, her chest heaving with anticipation.

“Y-yes, Elio... please.”

My fingers find their way to her slick entrance, guiding myself towards her heat, our eyes locked. All I find is pure, unadulterated desire – a feeling that mirrors my own.

With one powerful thrust, I sink deep inside her, filling her completely.

I’m never going to be able to let this go.