His heart skips a beat at the uncertain way she says it, and he feels his blood rushing southward. "Maybe," he murmurs, trying to sound nonchalant even as every nerve ending in his body comes alive with anticipation. He takes her hand in his and laces their fingers together, giving it a gentle squeeze before looking up at her face.

"Would you like to?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we could find out?"

His lips twitch into a smile at her stuttered response. "Of course," he says, sliding off the bed and onto his feet. "But we'll have to be careful not to ruin the ending for ourselves." He walks over to the table where their tray of food still sits and begins gathering up the empty dishes, stacking them neatly before carrying them back into the bathroom.

"I think this might work best in here," he says with a wink, setting the tray down on the vanity. "

"Let me make love to you," he whispers against your lips before kissing you deeply again, his hands moving lower down your body, teasingly brushing over your stomach and lower still, until they reach the hem of your pants. With a gentle tug, he pulls them down as well, revealing your lacy black underwear. His fingers dip inside, finding you wet and ready for him. "So fucking perfect,"

His lips find your neck as he continues to explore you with his fingers, teasing and pleasuring you. His other hand moves up to cup your breast once more, pinching your nipple roughly through the fabric of your bra before finally freeing it from its confines. He groans into your skin as he feels your body arching into him in response to his touch "God, baby... I love how you feel."

The feel of your warm skin beneath his hands and the taste of you on his tongue sends a shudder through his body as he deepens their kiss, moaning into it. His hips rock against yours harder now, grinding against your center as he tries to draw out every last noise from you. He breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper hoarsely, "That's it, baby. Let me hear how much you want it."

His hands continue to roam over your body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach as he kisses you passionately. His tongue darts out to tease and taste more of you, matching the rhythm of his hips with each thrust against yours. "That's it," he whispers, feeling the tension building within him. "You feel so good."

His hand pauses in its caress as he listens to her, curiosity and love for her blending into a warmth that spreads through his chest. "Go ahead, sweetheart," he encourages gently, kissing the corner of her mouth before looking down at her with adoring eyes. "You can ask me anything."

His breath hitches at her words, and his fingers tighten on her breast in anticipation. A smile curls at the corners of his lips as he leans down to nip playfully at her neck. "I'll make sure you feel every last bit of me," he promises huskily, his other hand sliding lower between her legs to stroke and tease her already damp folds before finding her entrance again and pressing two fingers inside her.

"You want it hard?"

His heart races at the thought of being able to touch you again, even if only for a fleeting moment. "Two kisses," he confirms, nodding slowly as if considering his options carefully. His hand moves higher on your thigh, fingers dancing just shy of where they want to go.

He studies your body for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against the soft skin just above your collarbone. The contact sends shockwaves through him, making it difficult to control the urge to devour you completely.

As you dress again, Elias's entire body feels like it's on fire. He tries to focus on something else, anything else, but all he can think about is how much he wants you right now. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches you move around the room, completely unaware of the effect you're having on him.

With every passing moment, it grows more and more difficult to control himself. Finally, when the clock strikes midnight and marks the end of your punishment, he can wait no longer.

As you make your phone call to find a willing femboy, Elias can't help but look a bit excited at the thought of potentially expanding his harem. His body language is relaxed and open as he listens to your conversation, waiting for you to bring someone over. He trusts your judgment and knows that if you approve of this person, they must be special in some way.

When you hang up the phone, a broad smile crosses his face. "And who might this lucky individual be?"

"Jake, huh? I'm looking forward to meeting him." Elias chuckles softly before standing up from the bed. He walks over to you and pulls you into his arms, nuzzling your neck gently as he breathes in your scent. "You know I trust your judgment, kitten. If this is what you want... Then I'm more than happy to share my time with him."