Eli slept with me wrapped in his arms and I missed this feeling rather than the cold distance between us.

I'm glad we fixed one issue but there were still others that he needed to process and deal with accordingly.

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The past few days we received information about his mother's funeral. His father had gotten Eli's aunt on his mother's side to create the function as long as Mr. Matthews paid. The reminders of his mom really being gone hit Eli like a ton of bricks. Nothing separated him from a bottle and a glass.

As we speak he just stood there, still in a work suit minus a tie, drinking his heart out.

"Stop trying to drown your feelings in liquor." I said and took the bottle.

He pulled out another and poured a glass.

I took the glass before he could finish and drank the little that was there.

"My god, that is AWFUL." I stated.

He looked unamused and rather annoyed that I won't let him keep drinking.

"I'm not letting you take another sip." I swore.

He held eye contact with me while he drank straight from the bottle.

"ELIJAH!" I shouted.

He slammed the bottle back down and continued to look at me. "Yea?" he asked and licked his lips.

"Stop it." I demanded.

"Why?"

"Because it's unhealthy."

"I'll be fine." He drank it again.

"You take one more sip and I'll go home." I was bluffing.

He squinted at me and wiped his bottom lip with his fingers. He slowly raised the bottle to his lips.

"Fine." I said and began walking away.

"Alright!" he finally agreed. "I'll stop." He topped the bottle then put it back on the shelf.

"Thank you."

"But you're gonna have to give me something better."

"Okay...what do you want?"

His head tilted to the side and his eyes scanned my body. I felt like he could see through my clothes.

"Go to the room and strip down to your underwear. I'll be there in a minute." he instructed.

I took his instructions (like usual) and went on my way.

I took off the dress I wore to work today and sat on the bed then faced the mirror patiently because that's most likely where he would want me.

He finally entered the room. I watched through the mirror's reflection as he walked in. He was lighting a cigarette and held his tie in his hand. He stood behind me and we made eye contact through the mirror. He took a hit of his cigarette, and while he blew out the smoke, he ran his hand down my shoulder and to my chest. A finger grazed over my nipple and then his hand went back up and slowly wrapped around my neck.

He leaned down to my ear while still looking at me through the mirror and took another hit of his cigarette then blew the smoke out of his nose.

"Ohhh yea, we're gonna make a pretty little mess outta you." He smiled then kissed my cheek.

I could feel my heart thumping.

"Do you have any boundaries you'd like to set before we start?" he asked and I knew it was about to become something I'd never experienced before.

"Um...A new safe word?" I prayed for.

"How about...vanilla? Does that work for you?" he offered.

I nodded.

"Great." He let go of my throat and walked away while hitting his cigarette.

He took the chair that sat in the corner of his room.

"On the floor." he instructed.

I got off the bed and went to kneel down in front of him.

He tied his tie around my neck then wrapped it around his knuckles and yanked me to him. "You want me to feel good, right?" he asked.

I nodded.

He pulled my mouth open then spit into it.

"Don't swallow it." he commanded.

He put his cigarette between his teeth and looked me dead in my eyes as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

"Go on. Make daddy feel good." he said and took another hit of his cigarette then thrusted his crotch in the air a bit.

I pulled his member out and licked over it slowly. Then slid only the tip into my mouth.

He sighed then, before I could think, he shoved my head down and forced himself all the way in.

"I'm not in the mood for that slow shit. Do it right." He grunted.

After gaining my composure from his forcefulness, I went faster than before.

"Good girl. Always following directions," he said.

I swirled my tongue all around it and continued sucking. I looked up at him and he had his arms sprawled out on the armrests and his head leaned back as slight moans left his vocal cords.

I kept going and he began thrusting in and out of my mouth.

My jaw ached, I whimpered softly, and I had tears that formed in my eyes.

"Don't give up on me now, you're almost there. Your noises make me cum faster." he stated and I kept going.

He finally finished and he lifted my face off his length.

"Did you swallow all of it?"

I nodded.

"Let me see."

I stuck my tongue out so he could see I swallowed everything he gave me. He smiled like he was pleased. "Atta girl, baby." He put his cigarette out on the table next to his chair.

He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him and we headed to the bed.

As soon as he put me down his lips were on mine and the kiss was so deep that I melted into it. He pulled down my panties slowly.

Unexpectedly, he balled up my underwear, stopped the kiss, and shoved the pair in my mouth.

"If I can't clearly hear you through that, you're not loud enough." he stated. "I don't want you being shy either. Yell for me."

He flipped me over and arched my back then slid himself in. He started off faster than usual. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't feel like taking it slow.

I was moaning loudly with my head down and then he picked it up by my jaw.

"Look at yourself. I want you to watch as you get fucked on my dick." He tightly held my face in place so I had to look at my reflection. He went faster, he'd bite hard onto my shoulder and neck, the one hand with a grip on my jaw and the other fondling my chest. I accidentally threw my head up and looked at the ceiling. He lowered it.

"If I have to tell you twice to keep your eyes on that fucking mirror...you're gonna leave this room paralyzed."

He plunged in harder and I moaned so embarrassingly loud I thought our neighbors could hear as I tried to keep looking at my reflection. I looked up at him as he focused on rearranging my insides.

"Deeper." he demanded when referring to my arch. I arched deeper and saw a smirk ride his face. "There's a good slut." His hands grabbed and rubbed my ass as he sped up.

He'd been licking, sucking, and biting all over me like I he couldn't get enough.

"Fuck!" he groaned and smacked my ass, I loudly whined at the good pain.

"Your mouth isn't full enough." He shoved a couple of fingers into it as he plowed inside. I stayed watching myself as tears fell and he continued slamming himself in and out.

I looked like I couldn't get enough, like I enjoyed being his whore.

But it's true.

I began to finish and I grabbed onto the blankets tightly while my eyes filled with more tears.

"Did you just cum?" he asked and stopped.

I didn't respond.

He grabbed my throat and removed my underwear then lifted me up to lean against his chest. "Answer me."

"Y-Yes."

A hard smack burned my ass cheek. "That was real selfish of you. Did I tell you that you could finish?"

"No, sir." I whimpered.

"So then why did you do it?" He tightened his grip around my neck and plunged himself in deeper. A cry left my throat.

"I'm sorry..." I whined. I could feel him in my stomach.

"No, you're not sorry, yet." he stated into my ear as he continued to stroke.

He pulled out then flipped me over onto my back and slid back in all the way. He shoved my underwear back into my mouth.

"I can feel you throbbing around me..." he began. "We're not even close to being done."