CHAPTER 3
ELIAS
She gripped me tight. My whole body jerked.
“Sweet Path,” I gasped.
“No,” she whispered darkly, stroking me slow, cruel. “Not Path. Me. Say my name.”
“I… I don’t know your name.”
Her smile widened. “Then call me Mistress.”
My lips shook. “M-Mistress.”
Her hand squeezed harder. My vision blurred.
“That’s it. Again.”
“Mistress.”
She kissed my forehead like it was a mock blessing, hand working me faster now.
Her thumb rubbed over my tip and I broke—my body convulsing as hot release spilled into her hand, thick, endless, splattering against her wrist.
“Ah Path—”
“No,” she said again, biting my neck. “Say my name when you fall.”
“Mistress!”
I collapsed against her legs, shaking, gasping, my seed still leaking, staining the floor.
She licked her hand slowly, eyes
