Eliza
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’m shaking so hard that I can barely hold my phone. I can’t believe this is happening. The money is real and it’s in the bank, my rent is paid, and he’s coming back with more
once I finish his painting!
I almost want to run out to the boutique and work on it under the light of the moon, just to get it finished sooner. My excitement comes not only from my ability to make more money, but also from seeing Lev again.
Oh my god, he’s so handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man with a jaw so powerful and pronounced. And those eyes… Fuck, he could electrocute me with them and I’d probably have an orgasm from the pain.
Nothing like Noah. Oh, good God, no. I don’t even want to compare the two.
My mind is racing. I can’t think straight.
I sit down on my bed, looking out the window and wondering how many people are out there tonight, falling in love, breaking up, getting drunk, sobering up. In my little hometown, once the clock struck midnight, nobody was out but the sheriff. If you were out, you’d be doing something you weren’t supposed to, and you could be equally sure that you’d be getting caught.
Those memories feel so quaint when I look outside and see dozens of people passing by my little apartment every minute. This city never sleeps. It keeps its eyes wide open, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
It’s no wonder I can’t sleep either.
I get up from the bed, forcing myself to leave my phone behind as I make myself a cup of tea. One of the first things I did after I deposited the money Lev gave me was buy some groceries. It’s been weeks since I’ve had my favorite tea, but now I finally have a container of it calling to me from the cabinet above the stove.
Earl grey. My brother Jake used to make himself a London Fog with it every morning and drink it on the porch with my grandfather. We lost both of them in the same year and it was the hardest thing I ever had to endure.
I think that’s why my breakup with Noah ended without a single tear. It was a bittersweet realization that he wasn’t going to be coming with me to New York, compared to losing a brother and a grandfather the year prior.
I just packed my bags and took Noah up on his unsavory ultimatum – stay here or we’re done. I was so numb that nothing held any weight.
Things haven’t felt real since, but I think it’s helped me push past my doubts. I just… don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.
I start the kettle I stole from Jake’s room after he died. My parents wanted to keep things exactly as they were, like he’d still be coming home from the army once his deployment was finished, but I knew I had to keep something to remember him by. The only thing that came back home was a flag and a letter, and that wasn’t enough to keep me around.
They can wait. I know he’s not coming back. I’ve made peace with it.
When the kettle starts whistling, I take it off the heat and pour the water into my mug. Jake used to pour it from such a height that it would splatter all over the counter.
Cheap laminated particle board. The boiling water would make little spots all over it, and our parents would throw a fit, acting like he was destroying expensive granite.
They’ve always been a bit uptight. That’s why we haven’t talked much since Jake died. The only real relationship we had was through him, and once he left, there wasn’t anything to say.
I feel bad for them, but I have a life. Jake would understand. He left to follow his dreams, and he’d want me to do the same.
That’s why I smile when I put the tea to my lips and take a sip. It tastes like orange peels and success. It tastes like doing what I love and proving everyone wrong who said I couldn’t.
Maybe it’s too soon to celebrate, but if not now, then when?
Gotta appreciate the little things. That’s how my grandfather was. Even in the wake of Jake’s death, he was blowing out candles and singing happy birthday with everyone at the table.
Two days later, he had a heart attack and died, but for me, that’s just more motivation to keep moving and do things the way I want to do them. Tomorrow isn’t a guarantee, so I’m taking today and having fun with it.
And by fun, I mean drinking tea in my pajamas while I fantasize about what a man like Lev could do to a woman like me.
Would he take his time?
Or would he want all of me, all at once?
I thought I had outgrown such fantasies, but the simple act of meeting eyes with Lev has reignited the flame that went out after I lost two people back-to-back. Noah couldn’t do this. He could barely get me wet, but Lev has me dripping and he’s not even here.
Dangerous. Yeah, he’s definitely not someone I should be fantasizing about, but I do it anyway. It’s not like he’ll ever know. His eyes cut right through me, but he can’t read minds.
I take another sip of my tea and close my eyes, crossing my legs and using the seam down the middle of my pants to give
myself pleasure. The feeling is explosive even without my hand.
I haven’t masturbated in six months, and my body is begging me for release.
But I don’t succumb to my cravings. It feels wrong to derive pleasure from a stranger, a man who doesn’t even know me. Had he come on to me, revealing his attraction and allowing me to indulge in a mutual fantasy, I’d allow myself to slip.
But as it stands, it feels wrong. He’s trying to help me, and all I can think about is what it would feel like to have his hands on my throat.
My cheeks burn hot with shame, and I uncross my legs. A cold shower, more tea, and I’m finally able to sleep.
Get out of my head, Lev Andreev. Please, get out before I do something I shouldn’t.
ElizaIpush my hair behind my ear as I put the finishing touches on the painting outside the boutique. I’ve been anticipating Lev, but he hasn’t made an appearance. Of course, hewouldn’t just show up here again for no reason, but I feel like I need to be prepared in case he does.Maybe he forgot something, one last luxury item to grab from the store on a rare sunny autumn afternoon. I wonder what he does for a living to afford such expensive things. I’ve been in that store once, more out of curiosity than anything, and I couldn’t believe the prices.Of course, everything is quite beautiful, but in what universe is it normal for jeans to cost a thousand dollars? In my hometown, you’d get them from the little shop down between the pancake place and the postal service, and they’d always be priced the same – $19.99. That never changed in the ten years I was shopping there.I’d be lucky to get a pair for ten times that here, but I’m probably not going to be doing any shopping for a long
LevIt’s a cute place, warm and small like Eliza. I think it fits her well, but I have to duck to get through the doorway, and the slanted walls make it even more difficult for me tomove with ease.“It’s not much, but I’m working with what I got,” Eliza says with a nervous laugh, making her way to the stove. “Would you like some tea?”That’s an invitation to stay longer, and I’d die before saying no to her. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to be close to her, to learn everything about her, inside and out. Maybe it’s the innocent way she pouts her lips, or the inviting swing of her slender hips.She has a body like a dancer. I bet she knows how to move when she’s on top.“I’d love some tea,” I say, snapping out of my perversion for the briefest of moments before my eyes begin following her body again.Perfect waist, perfect breasts, perfect everything. It almost makes me angry that a woman can look so good and not even realize it. Valentin would laugh at me, but I legitimately be
ElizaAlright, now I know he’s coming on to me, but what the hell am I supposed to do? I don’t want to be too easy, or be treated like a whore who’s willing to perform sexualfavors in exchange for his help. I’d be passed around to all his rich friends, and they’d line my pockets with cash while using me like a toy.I cross my legs behind the canvas, trying to squeeze out my impure thoughts. I hate that I’m so turned on by the idea of him sharing me. I don’t want to be that kind of woman. I came here to do art. I’m a painter!I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly and trying to make my face turn a lighter shade. I know I’m red. I have a pale complexion, and I’m sensitive. All someone has to do is look at me wrong and I blush.But he hasn’t suggested that I do anything sexual for him. That’s all my doing. Those are my thoughts, and there’s no way for me to know what’s going through his head right now. For all I know, he’s just a nice man who appreciates art and wants to help my ca
ElizaI’m struggling so hard with the size of Lev’s cock that it feels like I’m going to ruin everything before we’ve even begun. Maybe I should’ve just let him cum in my mouth,but I had to have him inside me. I wanted him all the way, and I’m paying the price for it.“You’re just tight, darling. Relax,” he says, pausing for a moment as my body adjusts to his girth.It’s no easy task, and it takes almost a full minute before he’s able to start moving again. But once he slides in all the way, all the overwhelming tension inside me dissolves into pure bodily bliss.Waves of euphoric pleasure move through me as he begins to make love to me, blossoming into electric pulses in my brain that cause me to lose what little control I had left. I’m consumed by Lev, and yet I’m the one consuming him, taking him inside of me deeper with every thrust.Lev’s huge hand encircles my neck, applying pressure and testing my limits. I wouldn’t stop him even if I couldn’t breathe anymore, but he appears
LevI almost feel guilty for what I did to Eliza yesterday. She’s never going to be able to be with another man without craving that kind of treatment, and the number of men whoknow how to do what I did to her are few and far between.I own her pussy now, and nobody else is going to touch her unless they want every bone in their body shattered. Eliza doesn’t know that I would kill for her, and I pray she doesn’t find out the hard way. If this ex she’s been talking about attempts to find and reclaim her…Then I’m going to prison for murder.My demented thoughts are only proving Valentin more correct, but I’ve lost control. The beast is loose, and all it took was a kiss.But even amidst my newfound sexual obsession, I haven’t forgotten the promises I made Eliza. She’s more than an object for my amusement, and I don’t want her believing that I only want her for sex. I recognize her talent, and I’m willing to give her the leg up she needs to make it in the art world.It’s a cutthroat in
ElizaI answer the door with drool on the side of my face and crust in my eyes, praying that it’s the mailman and not Lev. He fucked me so good last night that I slept for a solidtwelve hours. Even the sun in my eyes and the sound of the city couldn’t wake me.I want to shoot myself when I open the door to find Lev standing there looking like a goddamn Rock ‘n’ Roll magazine model, a dozen red roses in his hands and a smile on his handsome face.Of all the days I picked to sleep in, it had to be the one where the man of my dreams showed up on my doorstep with flowers. I didn’t even think to expect something like this because I’ve never had a man bring my flowers.Not once!Lev smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling like he doesn’t even realize how much of a mess I am. He holds the roses out to me. “I have some good news. But first, flowers for you.”“Thank you,” I manage to say, taking the flowers and backing away so that he can come in.As he slides through the door, I hurry th
ElizaAsher’s hand is warm, but something about his eyes makes me reluctant to trust him. I know he works with Lev, who, despite his intimidating appearances, hasbeen good to me, but Asher isn’t the same.His image is softer, a lot of browns and tans hanging over a skinny frame. He should be less threatening, but there’s an opportunistic edge to his gaze, like he’d be willing to take advantage of you if you were especially weak.He reminds me of a coyote – lean, weak, but growing desperate. I can almost see his fangs when he smiles. “It’s lovely to make your acquaintance,” he says, his voice soft and slow.I smile, but it’s only my mouth moving. My eyes are watching him closely as he lets go of my hand. “Nice to meet you.”Lev, perhaps sensing my discomfort, interjects. “How many openings do you have for her work? I’d like to get things in as soon as possible.”Asher leans back, rubbing his short auburn beard and frowning. “I’d like to see the work beforehand, but I could give you pr
Lev I thought I’d be satisfied from last night, but seeing Eliza spin around in flattering designer clothing for an hour has lit a fire in me that can only be put out by her pouty redlips and the swirl of her tongue.She seems to know it, too, taking every opportunity to flash her panties when she’s bending over to look at something, or let a nipple slip when she’s showing me a dress she likes.She’s trying to act coy, but I know it’s in her blood to show off. She’s an artist, a performer, and she loves attention more than she probably realizes.But she doesn’t have to seek it out from me. I can’t keep my hands off her, and I make that obvious when we slip back into my car and head to dinner.“Very soft,” I say, slipping my hand under her sparkly black dress and squeezing her thigh.She sucks in a breath, trying to look like she’s shocked by my behavior. “Right before dinner, Lev?”“You’re