She's The Boss

Chapter Five

AN- okay so I'm not really sure where this story is going or if this chapter is a little graphic. Although I really think the next one will be pretty violent. What do you guys think?

The room we enter is small and rectangular. The heat coming from the boiler near the left side of the room makes it feel like a sauna. Along the wall are coat hooks with a bench below them. On the bench are a few white hospital gowns folded nicely. There's a door on the far right side of the room. Eli turns to me his gaze curious as I turn around showing him my back "undo my dress" I ask simply. There's nothing sexual in my tone. If I'm being honest I'm not sure why I'm about to do this. Silence fills the room "I don't want to get bloody now help a girl out" I explain. The nerves in my body feel on edge as he moves towards me undoing my dress slowly.

Air nips at the skin on my back as Eli takes a sharp breath "that mark" he whispers caressing a sensitive part of my back. The mark in question rests on my spine just below my bra. Unable to do much else I remain still "it was a gift" I reply shortly the bitterness in my tone is evident. My entire body is paralysed but not in fear more out of caution. It's been a very long time since I've felt this vulnerable yet somehow his touch soothes me. For a few minutes he just stands there tracing the pattern of the burn on my back "why show me this?" he asks hoarsely dropping his hand.

Instantly my body misses his touch "I want you to know how important this alliance is" I say my voice coming out strong and clear. Still with my heels on I slip the dress over my head and hang it up leaving me in just my black lacy underwear. When I turn around Eli is staring at my body curiously. It's not how it sounds he's not ogling my hotness but the marks on my body. Scars to precise I'm actually proud of them. Each one of them shows just how strong I am.

With my hands on my hips I smirk at him "strip" I command. A thrill of excitement fills me at the idea of seeing him half naked. Without arguing he removes his jeans throwing them onto the bench. Next he removes his white shirt but instead of admiring his abs my attention is drawn to a mark just below his left peck. It's a burn. A symbol. Moving closer I raise my hand to trace the mark. An S overlapping a V. That mark isn't a symbol of brotherhood it's a symbol of ownership. A degrading mark in order put someone in their place. Show them that they are nothing but property by branding them. The same mark I have burned into my back. Our gaze meets "it was a gift" he replies shortly matching my tone from earlier.

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At that all hell breaks lose as I fling my arms around his neck smashing our lips together. The response is instant his arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer causing my eyes to flutter shut. Kissing me back his hands travel down to my bum as my hands run through his hair. His tongue traces my lips gently asking for entrance, which I deny. Squeezing my bum he smirks as a moan escapes my lips before using this to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues clash both battling for dominance. Although they easily begin to settle into a fast paced rhythm.

One of his has goes around my thigh before reaching the sensitive spot between my legs. Torturously he rubs his hand slowly over my soaked panties causing a lovely type of friction. All too soon his hand leaves its place and goes back to my bum where me smacks it. Groaning I pull on his hair as he lifts me by my bum so that I can wrap my legs around his waist. I feel my heels fall off but I don't care. This time a moan escapes him as I grind myself against his already hard cock.

Throwing my head back I can't help but moan at the sensation building within me from our bodies rubbing together. Kissing my neck he reaches a sweet spot in the crevice between my collarbone and my neck. Sucking that spot all the nerves in my body seem to go wild. But it's not good enough I need more "Eli" his name slips from my lips in a begging tone. As he begins walking backwards I hitch myself further up his body so that my feet can pull down his boxers. Growling his approval he sits down on the bench with me straddling him.

Within seconds he's ripped my panties and is tearing my bra off of me. Cupping my breasts in his hands I position myself so that his cock is at my entrance. Swaying my hips slightly I tease him as my hands run through his hair. In retaliation he pinches my nipples causing me to arch my back towards him. Still I continue to torture him yanking his hair a little "I need to be clear" I whisper huskily. Before leaning in towards him for a short but passionate kiss "I'm in control" I whisper as a slam down on his cock. Throwing my head back we moan together as I begin to move quickly up and down on his cock. With each thrust I feel more and more full.

Gripping his hair tighter I open my eyes making eye contact with his lust filled eyes "I'm. In. control. I'm. The. Boss. You. Got. That?" I announce each word with between thrusts while maintaining eye contact. Grabbing my hips he flips us so that I'm lying on the bench beneath his body "no" he whispers menacingly as he grabs my arms and pulls them over my head in one swift movement. All movement has stopped he's still rock hard inside me but I'm unable to keep thrusting due to his weight on top of me. Never have I not been the one in control.

Staring into his heated eyes I've never been more turned on then I am right now. The realisation startles me "you are at my mercy" he whispers kissing my neck and thrusting roughly into me. A muffled groan escapes my lips causing him to smirk "you like that?" he asks. Biting my lip I nod not trusting my voice "then beg for it" he commands. At his words I feel myself getting wetter "I don't beg" I reply my voice coming out breathily rather then strong, as I had intended.

One of his hands lets go of my arms the other keeping them in place as he trails his hand downwards until it reaches my breast "that's a shame there are so many things I could do to you" he whispers seductively in my ear as he pinches my nipple. Arching my back against him I moan feeling beyond turned on "but if you wont beg then I guess you don't want this" he whispers threateningly as he begins to pull is cock out of me.

Struggling against him I try to stop him "no please please Eli" I beg. With that he slams into me smirking "what was that?" he asks mischievously. Looking at him through my lashes "please fuck me" I command. Just like Eli begins thrusting with me meeting him each time "harder" I moan. Complying with my wishes Eli thrusts into me as hard as he can causing a slight scream of pleasure to escape my lips as my thrust meets his. Smirking victoriously Eli continues to thrust into me as he kisses down my neck and towards breasts. I can feel my orgasm building and right as I'm on the edge Eli bites down on my nipple. Once more I scream as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave crashing down. After a couple more thrusts Eli joins me moaning in pleasure as he collapses on top of me.

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The bench is cold against my warm back and just like the weight of the situation hits me. I've just allowed an enemy to have complete power over my body. Damn, this is not the time to be on the weaker footing. Catching my breath I push him off of me and stand up "I trust that you won't let what just happened effect our working relationship?" I ask still slightly out of breath. In response he merely raises an eyebrow obviously confused at the sudden change of mood "I don't do cuddling" I explain sarcastically. At that the left side of his mouth tilts up "and here I thought we were going steady" he teases reaching for his disregarded clothes.

With a roll of my eyes I reach for my bra putting on before picking up my now ruined panties. Sighing I walk over towards the boiler "no matter what just happened I'm still in charge this is my base" I clarify over my shoulder. Opening the hatch of the boiler I throw my underwear in watching them burn for a minute. When I turn around Eli is watching me curiously "control means a lot to you?" he says although it's more of a statement then a question. Stiffly I nod walking back toward the bench "control is power and power is protection" I explain briefly grabbing a hospital gown and throwing it at him. I put it on like a hoodie before tying it around my waist like a dress "what are these for?" Eli asks still watching me. Although he follows my actions and puts on the gown.

Here's my chance to be back in control to show him exactly why he shouldn't mess with me. Smiling I bare my teeth slightly "you came here to witness how I get information but I came here to get justice for the people that died" my words are calm and steady devoid of any emotion. Eli freezes slightly obviously taken off guard by my tone. Tilting my head to the side I meet his gaze "I'll give you a warning what happens in that room won't be easy to watch. When the people I love are hurt I have no mercy. That room is hell and I'm the devil"