Elude [H.S.]

THE RELATIONSHIP

NO POV

*TW: Sexual manipulation (I would like to make it clear that the sex in this chapter is consensual. Conrad is not forcing Maeve to have sex with him but you will see how it is manipulative.)*

Maeve lays belly down on the mattress, the side of her face pressing into her pillow. She closes her eyes tight and tries to do her best to keep her noises to a minimum, lips curled tightly into her mouth, biting down on them hard enough to almost draw blood. She knows he doesn't like it when she makes noises.

Conrad continues to thrust in and out of her, chest hovering over her back as he keeps his hand pressed against the side of her head - keeping her down. His eyes focus on the ceiling above them, his pants filling the room. The only other sound being those of their slick arousal.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon," Conrad grunts out, shutting his eyes as he continues the harsh movements with his hips, feeling the way Maeve's ass cheeks clash back against the tops of his thighs.

Only a few thrusts later he feels himself filling the condom wrapped around his member and it's everything he can do to keep himself from collapsing on top of her.

"Conrad, please," he hears Maeve whine from underneath him and he's a bit shocked. This is the first time in a while she's spoken out of turn during sex. "I was so close, please."

Conrad rolls his eyes and pulls out of her, standing. His eyes wander over her half naked frame on the mattress, her bra still covering the top portion of her body but her panties are down on the floor.

"Maeve, you don't whine to get what you want. You know this," he snaps, his voice husky.

Maeve rolls herself over on the bed, squirming as she brings her hands, tied together by rope, down to rest onto her pubic bone. Just as her fingertips were about to make contact with her wet and swollen clit, she feels Conrad's large hand grasping at the rope. He pulls her hands away and brings them back over her head - her chest heaving from how worked up she's gotten.

"Don't even fucking think about touching yourself," Conrad says into her ear through clenched teeth. "That's not how this works."

He lifts his head to see Maeve's bottom lip trembling and she wiggles her hips. "Please, Conrad," she whispers. "I'm aching. I haven't had an orgasm in months. It won't take me long, please."

Conrad pulls the rope loose, shoving the braided cord into the dresser of their nightstand before opening the door to the bathroom that's directly connected to their master bedroom. Maeve knows this means that anything sexual is over for the night. "Absolutely not. If you can't come from what I give you during sex then you don't deserve an orgasm at all."

Maeve pushes herself up on the bed and her eyes search for her underwear. She finds them and pulls them up her legs, wrapping her black silk robe around herself before grabbing her phone and heading out of the room.

She finds herself in the guest bedroom that also has a small bathroom attached. After locking the bedroom door, she walks into the bathroom and does the same thing before sitting down on the toilet to relieve herself after sex. Her hands shake as she looks down at her phone and she sees a text from Harry that had come through just a little earlier.

From: H
8:37 pm
Just made myself some fries at home for a little snack and realized I don't have ranch. Whatever will I do now?

Maeve giggles despite the tears in her eyes - her emotions getting the best of her due to the encounter with Conrad.