Novaletti Factor

Chapter 11~

If you have read any of my other stories, you know that I am infamous for throwing a few time gaps in here and there. Well, I've thrown one in this chapter. Nothing major, I just feel like the story is moving along a bit slow. As always, I hope you enjoy and please leave your thoughts in the comments section. Let me know if you want this story to go on.

Team Elicah forever!

-Lu

Sir

Micah~

"No more, please." I watched Elise, writhe against the restraints, from my place at the end of the bed. Her leggings had been ripped accordingly-enough to get my wand where it needed to be to edge her. She'd been a perfect participant. A good girl. Mine. I wanted to edge her some more but 'No more, please' was as close to a safe word as any and I had to respect that. Until one was officially established.

When I switched off the vibrator, she relaxed against her bounds. "If you ever tie me down again-which will probably never happen-at least now you will have had a lesson in the proper way to restrain and tease." I went to each of her ankles and released them from the cuffs. Elise watched me in silences as I climbed onto the bed and pulled her ruined bottoms off the rest of the way.

Her hips rolled, searching for some friction when I was snug between them and kissing her. "Talk to me. Tell me what you want." I nudged her head to one side, so I could reach the crook of her neck with my lips.

"I want you to fuck me...I want to come."

"Convince me. Try...'I want you to fuck me, Sir.'"

Elise laughed and my teeth nibbled at her collarbone. "Seriously?" I pulled away, took note of her flushed cheeks as she frowned up at me.

"Seriously. Or we can go back to the wand...I can edge it out of you. That seems to-"

She gasped and then laughed...again. "You're going to force me to call you Sir? That doesn't seem right or fair."

My brow lifted and it was my turn to laugh, "You think I'm right or fair?"

"You should be. Instead you think you're entitled to everything."

I felt the start of an argument brewing, especially if I let this conversation go on and it was far too soon in our relationship for arguments. So I pulled away from her, "Do you remember the conversation we had before I took my belt to your ass?" It'd hardly been a conversation. Elise sighed and shook her head at me. "You don't remember?"

"I do remember, Micah."

"Should I leave you here to think some more on what you want? Or maybe I'll let you up and you can go home and think about it?" The game had clearly changed. I'd desired a one-night stand with her...and then I had desired more. And more. Until I desired to have her in my life permanently. A submissive. A partner. It was rather amateurish of me to bring a fledgling into the lifestyle and expect her to adapt easily.

Maybe I needed to reshuffle and lay my cards down again. I hadn't told her any of this. Elise was confused...and overwhelmed. I was a hard-ass. "Fine. Let me up." She demanded and as soon as the words left her mouth, letting her up was the last thing I wanted.