Control

19 - Let me take control*

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I was restless. That was obvious, as I shifted against a very hard pillow once again.

...hold on. I didn't have many pillows (i was poor, that was also obvious) and I'm sure that none of mine feel like this.

I finally open my eyes, slowly, seeing a brown and white bed in a dark setting. Definitely not my couch. I'm in a semi upright position, a pillow between my thighs as I lay against another. I finally gather the energy to speak, my voice softer than I intended. "Wha-"

"Shh," a voice above me coos. Guess those weren't pillows.

I crane my head up to look at him. Alexander was in a grey shirt, his hair messy as he takes off his glasses and puts that and his book on the nightstand. How was he reading like that in the dark? Maybe he's a vampire. That'd be kinda cool.

He's sitting against his headboard, and now I can feel the material of his sweatpants against my bare thighs. My...my bare thighs.

"Alexander," I whisper. I wanted to ask why I was only in an unfamiliar shirt and underwear. The underwear was mine, but still. He seems to already know what I'm thinking as I accidentally squeeze his thigh between mine, trying to close my legs.

"Shh, I know," He brings one of his hands to my waist, the other going to my forearm which was nestled against his chest, rubbing both comfortingly. "I changed you. I'm sorry, you kept waking up and trying to take off your clothes, and then kept falling back asleep." Oh. Yeah, forgot to mention, that's a bad habit of mine. I do tend to take off all my clothes in the middle of the night. I get too hot.

I blush, moving my arms to encircle myself, feeling naked under his gaze. I felt the sports bra I still had on, thank goodness he didn't take that off. "Don't do that, darling. It's okay. Not a big deal." He moved my arms, and put both his hands on my waist, smiling down at me.

"I-I'm sorry for keeping you from reading. I didn't mean to do that."

His eyebrows pinch together before smiling wider at me. "You aren't keeping me from anything, it's okay, lil. I'm not tired."

I smiled back at him, not believing his words based on the eyebags he sported, but ignored it regardless. I still felt very dazed, and very tired, but there was no way I could go to sleep now.

In my tiredness, I shift once again, trying to get comfortable. Instead, the opposite happens. I shift my hips against his thigh, creating friction against a sensitive spot, making me involuntarily gasp at the contact separated by a thin piece of lace fabric.

I look back to him quickly, confused about this sudden rush of feeling I experienced. He rubs his thumb against my stomach, making my- his shirt ride up higher on my thighs. He smiles down at me, "Aw, baby, you didn't mean to do that, did you?"

He grabs my hips a little harder, and moves me for a second over his thigh, creating more of the friction that made my mind melt. I whimper as he watches me intently, "did that feel good, baby?"

My eyebrows pinch together. It did feel good, I think that was obvious. I was more so stuck on the why. I nod, and the corner of his lips lift up. Not a smirk, but definitely a devilish smile. I feel butterflies in my stomach the more I look at it.

He looks me over, once, twice, a third time. He looks like he's thinking, his thumb on my hip tapping rhythmically. Finally, he speaks. His voice is more gravelly than normal, and I bite my lip as I hear him speak. He sounds hesitant, as he says, "...darling, you've had a...rough night. Do you remember what I talked about in class a few days ago? About control, and how some people like to relinquish it?"

I play with his shirt as I grip it around the middle of his chest. The fabric was nice. Soft. "Mhm."

"Can I do that for you baby?" He looked strained as he talked, his hands squeezing and releasing around my hips like a beating heart. I shivered every time they squeezed, it was like a glimpse of something more. Something I couldn't even fathom. "Can you let me take control, just for one night?"

"I..." I paused, nervousness growing in me. What did he mean by control? Did he want all of it? What...what would he do if I said yes?

He could see the gears turning. "Trust me, Ellie. I know you, I'll only do things you want and are okay with. Just...let go for me. Don't think anymore."

"Will you...will you touch me?"

"Darling, I can make you feel good-" He squeezed my hips again, "-and not move my hands an inch. All you have to do is let me."

I blushed, and nodded. "O-Okay. I trust you, Alexander."

He smiled softly. It wasn't a smile filled with lust, which would've definitely scared me. It was cute, like he was happy with my response but wouldn't have been mad if I said no. It relaxed me more than I thought a smile could. "Good girl." He coos, grabbing my hips harder now. "Stop thinking now, darling, let go. I'll make you feel good."

He starts to kiss my neck, his hair touching my jaw, and a moan slips out of my neck before I can stop it. I move a hand up quickly to my mouth, and he doesn't stop me. I can feel him smiling into my neck. "A hand won't be able to stop much." He then moves his mouth to below my ear, and I immediately let out a noise foreign to me, between a shriek and a moan.

He chuckled, and teased, "told you," before attacking the spot viciously, sucking and using his tounge to flatten the swollen skin before repeating the cycle.

I was dying, that was suffice to say. I was a moaning mess on his lap, and then he grabbed my hips more, and rocked me forward against his thigh. Then backwards. Then forewords again. I whimpered as the area between my legs became increasingly wet, and a heartbeat started between my legs.

"Poor baby, I can feel you throbbing. You need more?" I whined at his teasing, and shyly nodded.

He then rocked me harder, and harder against his thigh. The motion was consistent, never stuttering. It was making me needy, but I wasn't sure for what. The heartbeat between my legs only grew stronger, and I was building for something that I wasn't even sure of. I was confused, but I was more-so anticipating.

Over time, I could feel myself letting go. The more that I could feel myself getting wet, the less that I was thinking about what we were doing. Well, what he was doing to me.

As he rocks me against himself, his thigh rubs against a spot that has me almost seizing. I grip his shoulder at the movement, and gasp before whining. I rock against him on my own now, the feeling too good to not receive again. "Good girl. Ride my thigh, you got it."

I do as he says, and feel that strong feeling come back over, and over again. I feel that thing inside of me building even more, right on the edge. I whimper, and he shushes me, "I know baby. You're feeling good, huh?"

"Mhm," I whine. I can feel parts of my stomach spasming, right on the edge.

"You're being such a good girl for me, letting me take control. Look at you, riding my thigh. Such a pretty baby. Let go for me now, I've got you." he moves his thigh up, bouncing me on his thigh as he speaks, the action eliciting such a strong feeling in the pit of my stomach.

So, I do. His words send me over the edge, and I let go. I moan into the space of his room, and grab onto any part of him I can. He hushes me as I shake, kissing my cheeks, jaw, forehead, and palms, keeping me grounded as I can only feel these things for the first time.

I come down from my high, and sigh, suddenly exhausted. He moves his hands to my back, pulling me into him. He coos, "you did such a good job, I'm so proud of you baby. Go to sleep, pretty girl, I'll be right here."

And I do, and proceed to have the best night's sleep that I've ever gotten, not worrying or stressing about a single thing.

a/n- i'm trying to figure out how to make money off of this story cause i <3 money. would y'all buy from like a $5 patreon if it was like 5 chapters ahead? or do any of you know how to get on the creator fund?? i'm technologically challenged