Fated to Elias (Elias: 1) (FINISHED)

15 - But that wouldn't be fun, would it?

I stared helplessly at Elias's mask, holding it in my hands as I watched the stitches remain dull.

He guided me back to his cabin, and while I was changing into some clothes he offered, he took his mask off and hang it back up on the wall.

I stared down at it, only in Elias's black shirt that went all the way down to my knees, but I didn't really care right now.

My dress was disgusting and uncomfortable; I had been in it for days, and...

And I was too curious about this mask.

It was black entirely, the familiar glowing stitches now looking like empty tubing.

How did it work? Did he use lava? It looked like lava, and it reminded me of that orange glow from the sides of an active volcano.

I pursed my lips as I tipped it to the side, watching the sunlight from the windows reflect of it effortlessly.

But then I felt hands slide around my sides, and I gazed up in alarm.

Elias just pressed himself to my back, folding his arms around me. "Looking at my mask again?"

I gazed back down at it. "How does it work?"

He just stroked my stomach. "That's a secret."

I looked up to him. "Can't you tell me? I want to know."

"Sometimes things are better left a mystery," his breath was hot on my neck, making my legs wobble, "don't you agree?"

I stared down at it again, tipping it side to side.

"Put it back up," he said quietly, lips moving along my neck, "I think it's time for our first session."

I listened immediately as hung his mask back up, staring at it for a moment before I looked back up to him. "What's our session?"

His hand just slid gracefully down, his other arm tightening at my waist, and I gasped when he slipped his fingers under my panties.

The moment he started stroking me, my knees buckled.

He caught me as I whimpered, clutching tightly onto his arm. "Elias...."

"Hmm?" He kept stroking.

"That's my...." I trailed off when he rubbed a little harder.

"I know," he answered, smiling. "And by how you're acting, I can tell you've never been touched here before. Or that it's been a long, long time."

I struggled to keep still as he held me up. "I can't stand—I can't stand!"

My legs buckled again, and he caught me a third time, lowering me to the floor to a sitting position, but he kept his hand in the same place.

"I'm going to start with one finger," he warned me.