Ash’s pov ;
Without hesitation, I put my plan into action.
As we sat at the dinner table, I couldn’t resist licking and biting my lips provocatively, ensuring that Elijah’s gaze was fixed on the movent of my tongue. He was a known pervert to , and I could see the hunger in his dark eyes as they road over my mouth.
"This food is absolutely...delicious...hmmm." I moaned, continuing to lick my lips and suck on my finger with deliberate slowness.
I felt a flush of embarrassnt at making such obvious noises, but it was worth it to see the desire burning in Elijah’s eyes. He muttered a response, his attention still focused on my mouth.
"Oh, I’m so glad you like it. Is that why you’re moaning haha."
I nodded, smirking as I slowly licked the tip of my finger. "It’s just so...irresistible. I can’t help but make these noises."
I noticed how he couldn’t tear his gaze away from , his lustful eyes following every movent of my mouth and tongue. It was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate him right now.
With a self-satisfied smirk, I continued to tease him as he cleared his throat and tried to speak. But before he could form a coherent sentence, I gave him a sweet smile and shot him a sultry look.
"What is it?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.
His eyes were glued to my mouth and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he struggled for words.
As our waiter ca back to refill our wine glasses, I took a slow sip while never breaking eye contact with Elijah. And then, with great finesse, I reached under the table with my foot and placed it over his crotch. He jumped in surprise and glared at , but I simply grinned back at him mischievously.
The waiter stopped in his tracks, a concerned look etched onto his face as he gazed at the man sitting across from .
"Is everything alright, sir?" He inquired Elijah.
I couldn’t resist the urge to play along, placing my hand over Elijah’s on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Are you okay?" I asked innocently, trying to stifle a smirk as I saw the flash of surprise in his eyes.
He quickly regained his composure, but not before a flicker of fear passed through them. "Yes, I’m fine. Please continue," he told the waiter, his tone strained.
As I moved around the table, I could feel Elijah’s intense gaze following my every move. It sent a thrill down my spine, knowing that I held such power over him. It was almost like discovering a new side of myself- one that relished in the control and dominance I seed to have over him.
Every ti our eyes t, I could sense his barely contained desire coursing through him. It was intoxicating, knowing that I could evoke such strong emotions in soone who always seed so composed and aloof. But now, there was a crack in that facade, and underneath it all was a man whose lust for was almost discernible.
My mind started to wander as I continued to toy with him. What if I pushed him just a little further? What would happen if I let my fingers brush against his arm accidentally, or allowed my shirt to hang just a little lower when leaning in towards him? Would his expression change? Would those deep brown eyes darken with the sa hunger I had seen flicker in them before?
The idea alone sent shivers of excitent through , and my cheeks flushed at the thought of it all. The possibilities were endless, and just imagining the scenarios made my heart race with anticipation. Maybe just one more tease, I thought mischievously, eager to see how far he could be pushed before losing that iron control of his.
His gaze ets mine once again, burning with an undeniable desire. It’s a look that sends my heart fluttering and leaves breathless. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him completely consud by his passion for . To feel his touch with the sa intensity that radiates from his eyes.
As these thoughts flood my mind, I realise just how badly I want to see him in that state– unguarded, vulnerable, and raw in his need for . The re thought of it ignites a fiery rush within , stirring my own desire and craving to be fucked by him.
What would he do if I pushed him to his limits entirely? If I whispered seductively in his ear, teased him playfully with my words, made him chase after ? Would he finally relinquish the control he holds onto so tightly? Would he grab and fuck on this very table in front of this waiter?
I feel my own mischievous fantasies spiralling out of control, envisioning all the ways I could break down his walls. It’s an intoxicating feeling, knowing that I hold such power over him after all this ti. And perhaps, it’s ti to see just how far I can push him.
Our eyes et once more, and I allow a small, smug smile to grace my lips. His gaze darkens in response, trying desperately to maintain his composure as the waiter handed him his wine. But the crack in his facade is widening before my very eyes, igniting a thrill within as I revel in the knowledge that I am the one who can make him lose control.
"What are you doing, Ash?" He asks through gritted teeth in a hushed voice, struggling to contain his building lust.
"Nothing," I replied innocently, while pressing my feet against the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Ash!" he hissed through a clenching jaw, his hand clenching into a tight fist. The waiter gave him a strange look, but it was clear to that he understood the tension between us. He blushed and quickly left our table.
"What is it?" I asked innocently, feigning ignorance. "Does your cock hurt? Do you want to help you with it?"
He was caught off guard by my bold words, speechless for a mont. But then his eyes darkened with thirst and a warning.
I moved my foot under the table and lightly brushed my heel against his crotch.
"Ash..." he groaned, his voice low and full of longing.
"Yes?" I replied, looking at him with wide, harmless eyes.
"If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold myself back," he warned in a dangerous tone.
"Hold back from what?" I asked, playing dumb despite the electricity coursing through my body.
"Do you want to fuck you right here and now?" He asked, his eyes flashing with undeniable lust.
His words froze in place, my breath catching in my throat. A mixture of fear and arousal coiled tightly in my stomach as Elijah’s intense gaze bore down on .
With each passing second, his presence seed to grow even larger and more intimidating. His strong body lood over , radiating power and dominance that sent goosebumps down my arms and legs.
The thought of being pinned under him, feeling his raw strength and control, made my knees tremble. My senses were heightened to the point of overload, every nerve in my body on high alert for whatever he had planned next.
My heart thudded loudly in my chest, betraying my inner turmoil. Heat radiated from Elijah’s body in waves, practically suffocating with its intensity. And yet, despite all logic and reason, a small part of wanted nothing more than to give in to his desires.
My mind is a whirlwind of desires, each one more sinful and intoxicating than the last. The re thought of him taking , dominating completely, sends another wave of shivers through my body. His commanding words echo in my head, fueling the fire within . Every nerve in my body seems to be lit up with a deep ache, a desperate need for him to follow through on his threat.
Elijah’s fierce gaze pierced into mine, and I can see the hunger burning there, the sa hunger that ignites within . I know he can sense my reaction, see the way my body betrays my desire for him. Despite my best efforts to hide it, it’s impossible with him so close, his all-consuming presence overwhelming every part of .
I swallow hard, trying to moisten my dry throat, and I force myself to et his gaze. "Elijah," I whisper breathlessly, my voice shaking with tension. "You wouldn’t..."
But even as I utter the words, I know deep down inside that I want him to. I want him to lose control and claim in a way that leaves no doubt about who I belong to. The re thought of being taken by him, feeling every inch of his powerful body moving within , makes my skin tingle with pleasure.
Elijah stares at intensely with his eyes blazing with passion, and I know he can read the truth in my words. He knows how badly I want this, how badly I want him.
Abruptly standing up from his seat, he catches off guard and I stare at him in shock. "Co with ," he commands.
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