He gripped the back of her head, holding her ponytail. He stopped just when the lights were turned back on, revealing the hot mess that both of them were. Swollen lips, messy hair and wrinkled clothes.
Elio put his hands under her ass lifting her before they stood up. He adjusted her dress that was bundled around her hips and kissed her one more time with that smirk on his face, which at this point Savannah didn't mind.
"I guess that was my answer," he joked, running his fingers through his hair. It was always perfectly styled and she’d messed it up with one simple act. Not that he minded.
He reached for her hand, leading her towards the exit. Some people decided to stay for the second show, still comfortably sitting in their booths.
Chapter Twenty-Five
She’d completely lost her mind.
And it was all her goddamn idea. Going to the BDSM room.
So it was rather laughable when the thought of having daddy issues popped into her mind. Because the state she was in couldn't be described as anything less right now. After being her father’s punching bag for years, she’d never once stopped to think that it would mess her up so badly. Bad enough to like the mere thought of being tied up and dominated.
She should have fought against it because it was only one step away from going back to those moments. That hell.
But Elio made her feel as if nothing really mattered. That whatever we professed on a daily basis was irrelevant when it came to sexual preferences. People never really knew what they wanted until they tried.
The moment she reached for her panties, pushing them aside, she knew how right he’d been. Listening to a story that seemed straight out of the darkest erotic novel, her fingers started working on her already wet slit. Biting into her lips as not to make a noise didn't work as well as she hoped. Because a second later she felt Elio's hand on her ankle which she had propped on the edge of the booth, to assure her better access.
He ran his thumb over her ankle, coaxing it up.
Her eyes closed. She sighed.
Unless she had a friend to help her, to guide, to release that emotional pressure so that she could take back the steering wheel and make good choices. Without someone to keep her grounded, to switch her brain back on, she was rendered temporarily stupid.
In that split second before his touch, every nerve in her body was electrified. It was the anticipation of being together in a way that was more than words, in a way that was completely tangible. And extremely new to her.
No one had to make her realize that yesterday should have been the last time Savannah ever saw Elio. Give up her job, her house and move. Stay as far as possible. Any sane person would do just that. But she’d come to terms that it was simply beyond her. No longer just her decision. No longer something she wanted.
She was responsible, cared about Aiden and wanted the best for him. But she was also only twenty years old with close to none of the experience that most teenagers had all through high school. And somehow it dawned on her that she could no longer avoid going through that phase.
His hand went to her thigh that was already a little smeared with her wetness. "I never took you for someone who'd enjoy hearing that kind of story," Elio whispered so that only she could hear him.
Neither was she.
Daddy issues.
"Let's take it slow, baby girl."
Those words on Elio's tongue sounded almost offensive. No piece of his black heart would give an indication that he would try to rein in his desires. But then he grabbed her wrists in an extremely tight hold with one hand, the other pressing under her knees as he pulled her down roughly. She was now laying on her back in the booth while he was hovering over her.
Going slow had an entirely different meaning in Elio's dictionary.
She felt something hard against her stomach but forced herself not to think or react to his erection. Two sexual advances in a matter of one hour were enough for her to learn how to squash any last pieces of common sense.
He kissed her jawline, going down to her neck, her nipples tightening beneath her dress. She was pinned down without any possibility of escaping and that mere thought made her moan uncontrollably.
Elio's hand came to her mouth, covering it and restraining the possibility of breathing through it.
It was dark and she couldn't make out any emotion in the man's eyes. Whether he was angry at her or not. But the sudden gesture both surprised her and terrified. She grabbed his fingers at once to free herself of the pressure.
He loosened it, kissing her temple. "Easy, Savannah. I'm not trying to hurt you. But you really need to curb the noises. Otherwise, I will have to stop," he warned her, his voice deep but soft.
Desire easily recognizable.
He didn't want to stop and neither did she. She nodded in agreement.
He trailed his finger against her lips before crashing his down on hers. His tongue licked in an attempt to gain entrance which Savannah granted moaning once more. Thankfully, he swallowed any sound with such force that the girl almost choked on her own breath. Then once again her wrists were roughly pulled together above her head.
Elio pulled out of the kiss as his fingers traced down to her panties, shoving them to the side. He dipped down, parting her. Feeling how her body reacted to his touch. She felt almost desperate. He stroked over her heated flesh before sliding one finger into her at last.
Another moan was muted by his kiss. It seemed to be necessary as Savannah was going through all those edgy feelings that she had never experienced before and had a hard time containing herself. She was in the
