I'd finished four times and he was on his third condom but we were still going. I had one leg propped up on the bed and my wrists were still held behind me while tears streamed down my face.

"Please...no more..." I begged. I was sensitive and I couldn't finish again. My legs were shaking and my body wanted to fall limp but he was holding me up. "No more? Are you weak?" he asked.

I whined from the struggle to answer.

"Yea?" he grabbed me by the front of my throat and pulled me up closer to him.

"Listen to me, beautiful..." he said low and into my ear. "Are you listening?"

"Y-Yes..." I whimpered.

"This is for me now, okay? It's mine. All of it. Which means that if I wanna watch you cum on my dick a solid twelve times back to back? I'm gonna make it happen and I'm gonna watch it," he claimed and kissed then sucked on my neck.

My heart was racing.

"But I guess since you've been so good, I'll reward you."

He did a few more strokes and made his final one harder than the rest and came.

He let me go and I collapsed on the bed, feeling like everything was throbbing.

He went into the bathroom and came back then started to clean me up while he kissed my shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to overuse you," he said and kissed my cheek. "You just looked so good." He wiped my tears with his thumb. "You did so well at taking it."

He picked me up and laid me down in the bed correctly then kissed my head and went back to the bathroom.

I heard the door close and the shower turn on.

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I woke up not knowing that I dozed off to begin with. Eli was next to me sleeping soundly and shirtlessly of course. He laid on his stomach with his arms folded and supporting his head like a pillow. I looked at his back and gently traced my finger on it hoping I didn't wake him. The one time he didn't look threatening was when he was asleep. He looked so calm and like he wouldn't hurt a fly. His breathing was soft, he didn't move a lot, and his face was relaxed. I kissed his shoulder then crawled out of the bed in hunger.

I looked at the clock on his nightstand and realized I'd slept longer than I thought. It was 10pm now.

I walked to the kitchen and had a quick thought.

'Is he tired of me eating his food?'

'Well he did say to stop going without eating.'

'But that doesn't mean his kitchen is a buffet either.'

'I'll just wait until he wakes up.' I thought and then headed back to his room.

When I got there I saw Eli was sitting up and wiping his hand over his face like he'd just woken up. I crawled into the bed and hugged him from behind.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I asked.

"No, baby, you didn't wake me. Why are you up?" he asked.

"I got hungry."

"Did you eat?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to make a habit of stealing your food." I laughed.

He snickered. "I don't care if you steal my food."

"...Promise?" I asked.

"Yes."

I quickly jumped out of the bed and ran to his kitchen while listening to his laugh behind me.

I opened his fridge and examined everything inside. There was fruit but the rest was just ingredients.

"So you only cook? No snacks?" I asked as I heard him enter the kitchen.

"There are snacks. Look," he said from behind me.

"Hummus, fruit, seaweed, ummm...yogurt." he stated.

I turned around to look at him.

"What?" he laughed.

"You don't have any junk food? Oreos? Chips? Ice cream?"

"Um, No."

"Oh my god you're one of those." I claimed.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"To the store!" I yelled, ignoring his question, and grabbed his keys off of the counter.

"It's like 11pm!" he yelled.

"I don't ca-...PUT A SHIRT ON!" I shouted.

He looked at me like he didn't feel like it but still walked the path back to his bedroom to change.

I walked outside and got into the car to wait for him.

He finally came out in a white t-shirt and black sweatpants then hopped into the car after locking his door.

"You exhaust me, you know that?" he stated as he put the car in reverse.

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We got to the store and Eli was lazily following me around with his hands in his pockets while I threw stuff into the cart.

"Do you like popcorn?" I asked. This was the fourth snack I've asked if he wanted.

"No, baby." he said exhaustedly. That was also his fourth no. I could tell he was trying to remain nice even though he didn't want to be here.

"What? Then what do you eat during movies?"

"Water."

"That's-...Oh my god." I said in distress.

I'd thrown a good few things in the cart already and was just trying to get some things for him, too.

"You need seasoning," I stated.

"For what?!"

I looked at him with a cocked brow. "Elijah."

He groaned and looked to the sky.

"Are you tired?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"A little bit, yea." he said sassily.

"I'm almost done. Do you drink tea?" I asked and went to the drink aisle. I could hear him dramatically sigh behind me.

I'd thrown three more ridiculous items into the cart then began rolling it to a checkout line.

"Wait," I said as I approached the line.

"What now?" he asked frustratedly.

"Ice cream." I tried to back out of the line and Eli stopped the cart.

"You don't need ice cream."

"Please..." I begged.

"No."

"Pleeeaasee??"

"No."

"But..."

"No."

I frowned and drove the cart back into the line.

"I'll get you ice cream on the way back," he sighed and my face lit up.

"Thank you."

"Yea, whatever."