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Authors: Bree Bellucci
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later.”
Elijah's orders were evoking a range of
emotions in her. At first she felt annoyed and resentful over the
fact that Elijah was ordering her around; she could do whatever she
damned well pleased and go anywhere she liked. However she did feel
guilty for not enjoying Elijah’s dinner earlier, it was such a nice
gesture.
She also felt hot, unbridled lust for the
dirty things Elijah was planning on doing to her. The thought of
seeing Elijah later tonight lifted her spirits immensely, and she
felt like in that moment she would do anything Elijah asked of her
from now on.
“Okay. I’m going to go home and shower and
then enjoy the delicious meal you sent over. I’m still upset that
someone would harass me like that, but I guess I’m going to have to
trust you to handle it.” She was already making her way down Hudson
Street to get back to her apartment.
“Baby, you’ll soon learn that I handle
everything.” Elijah’s tone was confident and authoritative and it
sent shivers down her spine. She knew that Elijah was the type of
person that you didn’t want to cross.
Before hanging up, Elijah said he would call
when he was leaving the hospital, and his car would come for
Savannah before taking them both out to Greenwich. Savannah decided
that it would be wise to pack a bag for the things that she would
need the next day. She felt guilty that she wouldn’t be around when
Sage got in. She wanted to give Sage the full scoop on Elijah, but
it would have to wait and surely Sage would understand.
Savannah entered her apartment and made a
beeline for the shower, stripping off her sweaty workout clothes
and tossing them along the hallway. Once she was fresh and
showered, she pulled on some comfy sweats before moving back to her
untouched dinner.
She had to warm most of the food in the
microwave, but everything was still delicious and she ate nearly
three plates of pasta. After she had had her fill, she cleared
everything away, placing the large amounts of leftovers in plastic
containers so Sage could enjoy more later. The clean up was
mind-numbing work which, after today's exiting events, is exactly
what Savannah needed. She let her mind wander as she mechanically
scraped food, sealed containers and cleaned dishes. She was still
feeling restless and once she had the kitchen practically
sparkling, she moved into the living room.
Something about being involved with Elijah
made her anxious. She couldn’t just flop down on the couch and
watch TV or pick up a book, her mind wandered too much. She had the
sudden urge to touch herself every time she thought of Elijah, but
she knew he would take care of her tonight and she didn’t want to
ruin the buildup.
"We'll save that for later," she said to
herself out loud.
Instead, she walked over to the small
staircase that led upstairs to the roof. Sage and Savannah lived in
a "top unit" and incidentally had access to the roof, which for
them was the icing on the cake for such a beautiful living
space.
Savannah walked out onto the roof and sighed
as she sank down into one of the comfy chairs. She stared around at
the buzzing city, something about the constant chaos was calming to
her. She found it funny that the hustle and bustle of New York City
was able to calm the storm inside her. Perhaps it was simply
witnessing something so much greater than herself that reeled her
bank into reality.
She trusted Elijah, yet something still
didn’t feel right about that text. What made Elijah have an idea of
who could be harassing her? Savannah sat there on the roof,
thinking about everything, until the sun had gone down and the
twinkling city lights had appeared. Savannah retired back inside
and she started to put together an overnight bag to take to
Elijah’s. Just as she was throwing in her last pair of shoes,
another text came through.
-On my way. Be there in 10. No panties.-
Savannah smiled coyly at his request and
quickly changed her clothes. She put on a bra and a short
Elijah's orders were evoking a range of
emotions in her. At first she felt annoyed and resentful over the
fact that Elijah was ordering her around; she could do whatever she
damned well pleased and go anywhere she liked. However she did feel
guilty for not enjoying Elijah’s dinner earlier, it was such a nice
gesture.
She also felt hot, unbridled lust for the
dirty things Elijah was planning on doing to her. The thought of
seeing Elijah later tonight lifted her spirits immensely, and she
felt like in that moment she would do anything Elijah asked of her
from now on.
“Okay. I’m going to go home and shower and
then enjoy the delicious meal you sent over. I’m still upset that
someone would harass me like that, but I guess I’m going to have to
trust you to handle it.” She was already making her way down Hudson
Street to get back to her apartment.
“Baby, you’ll soon learn that I handle
everything.” Elijah’s tone was confident and authoritative and it
sent shivers down her spine. She knew that Elijah was the type of
person that you didn’t want to cross.
Before hanging up, Elijah said he would call
when he was leaving the hospital, and his car would come for
Savannah before taking them both out to Greenwich. Savannah decided
that it would be wise to pack a bag for the things that she would
need the next day. She felt guilty that she wouldn’t be around when
Sage got in. She wanted to give Sage the full scoop on Elijah, but
it would have to wait and surely Sage would understand.
Savannah entered her apartment and made a
beeline for the shower, stripping off her sweaty workout clothes
and tossing them along the hallway. Once she was fresh and
showered, she pulled on some comfy sweats before moving back to her
untouched dinner.
She had to warm most of the food in the
microwave, but everything was still delicious and she ate nearly
three plates of pasta. After she had had her fill, she cleared
everything away, placing the large amounts of leftovers in plastic
containers so Sage could enjoy more later. The clean up was
mind-numbing work which, after today's exiting events, is exactly
what Savannah needed. She let her mind wander as she mechanically
scraped food, sealed containers and cleaned dishes. She was still
feeling restless and once she had the kitchen practically
sparkling, she moved into the living room.
Something about being involved with Elijah
made her anxious. She couldn’t just flop down on the couch and
watch TV or pick up a book, her mind wandered too much. She had the
sudden urge to touch herself every time she thought of Elijah, but
she knew he would take care of her tonight and she didn’t want to
ruin the buildup.
"We'll save that for later," she said to
herself out loud.
Instead, she walked over to the small
staircase that led upstairs to the roof. Sage and Savannah lived in
a "top unit" and incidentally had access to the roof, which for
them was the icing on the cake for such a beautiful living
space.
Savannah walked out onto the roof and sighed
as she sank down into one of the comfy chairs. She stared around at
the buzzing city, something about the constant chaos was calming to
her. She found it funny that the hustle and bustle of New York City
was able to calm the storm inside her. Perhaps it was simply
witnessing something so much greater than herself that reeled her
bank into reality.
She trusted Elijah, yet something still
didn’t feel right about that text. What made Elijah have an idea of
who could be harassing her? Savannah sat there on the roof,
thinking about everything, until the sun had gone down and the
twinkling city lights had appeared. Savannah retired back inside
and she started to put together an overnight bag to take to
Elijah’s. Just as she was throwing in her last pair of shoes,
another text came through.
-On my way. Be there in 10. No panties.-
Savannah smiled coyly at his request and
quickly changed her clothes. She put on a bra and a short
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