Elicitation (21 page)

She squirmed and writhed beneath him. Her hips ground upward and backward against his. He held still and let her push herself against him over and over again. She writhed and bucked like she was in heat, unable to stop herself. Her breathing came fast and ragged, and she screamed in the grip of another agonizingly intense orgasm.

Smiling, he withdrew. Eileen rolled onto her side on the hard floor, still twitching and making small gasping sounds.

“There, didn’t that feel nice?” He sat on the floor beside her and finished pulling off his pants. Once he was entirely naked, he leaned over to unfasten the belt binding her wrists. He took one of her hands in his and kissed it gently. “You come so hard when I use you like that.” He tucked her hand down between her legs. “I know you still want more. Touch yourself.”

“No!” she said. “That’s dirty!”

He grabbed both of her wrists savagely and pinned them together. Before she could pull away, he pushed her hands between her legs, so roughly that she gasped. Swiftly, he bound her wrists together again with the belt, this time in front of her. “That wasn’t a request. Touch yourself.”

She pressed her fingers against her throbbing clit and shuddered. Anthony stroked her hair while she masturbated and whimpered in shame. The feel of her own wetness dripping out of her, proof of how his unwanted assault excited her, made her feel even more ashamed. Tension built between her legs.

Anthony lifted her head onto his lap. She felt the tip of his cock, thickly smeared with her own juices, touch her lips.

“No, please!” she wailed. “Not that. Not in my mouth. Please, not in my mouth!”

“You don’t get a say in this. Suck my cock, slut.” His voice was edged with something sharp and dangerous. Eileen looked up at him, startled. His eyes glittered down at her, hard and bright as ice. A thrill of fear flashed through her, mixed with something else, something she couldn’t quite identify…longing?

He gripped her hair tightly and pushed her forward. His cock slid between her lips and into her mouth. She choked and recoiled in disgust at the taste of her come all over it. His hands held her head tightly, forced her to take it deeper.

Eileen started to struggle desperately. He held her firmly in place, overpowering her with ease. “No! I’ve been tolerant so far only because this is new to you and you’re still being trained. But we are going to have to start working on your obedience, which means that I am going to have to start punishing you if you don’t do as you’re told. Now touch yourself!” He pressed her head down hard, and the blunt head of his cock slid to the back of her throat.

She gagged. Her pussy spasmed. A bright electric flash of arousal crackled through her. She pressed her fingers against her clit and moaned. Her fingers worked faster, moving in quick little circles, as Anthony held her hair and rocked in and out of her mouth.

She gagged again involuntarily. The taste of her own juices filled her mouth, and waves of disgust and shame washed through her. The tension coiled like a spring inside her, growing, moving like something alive. Her fingers moved faster and faster. Electricity flowed through her body, powerful and intense, and her breath came in moans around his cock.

They both came together. Her world split; in one corner of her mind, a part of her savored the pleasure rolling through her, radiating from her dripping sex into every corner of her body. In another corner, part of her blanched in horror and disgust at the torrent of warm, thick semen gushing into her mouth. She choked and sputtered, while her body shuddered in a strange mix of ecstasy and revulsion.

Her fingers slowed and then stopped. Aftershocks reverberated through her body. He slipped his softening cock from her mouth. She lay panting on her side on the cool, hard floor. A thin stream of come flowed from the corner of her lips and pooled on the polished hardwood.

“We are going to have a house full of guests tomorrow, so we need to get the place cleaned up,” Anthony said. He took Eileen by her arm and rolled her over face down. His hand held the back of her head. He pressed steadily until her nose touched the puddle of come spreading on the floor. “You can start with the mess you just made. Use your tongue.”

She made a small noise of disgust in the back of her throat. The belt binding her wrists prevented her from getting her arms under herself, keeping her powerless to stop him from pushing her face into the pool of come.

“I am not going to let you up until you obey. We can stay right here for as long as it takes.”

Eileen’s will to resist seemed entirely gone. Hesitantly, slowly, she extended her tongue and touched the tip to the still-warm goo.

“Good. Just like that.” Anthony’s other hand caressed her ass. His fingers slipped between her legs.

Choking and coughing, Eileen lapped up the thick puddle of come. Her revulsion did not prevent her from arching her back and grinding against Anthony’s fingers. She moaned and gagged as she did the repulsive task, and the warm glow of another orgasm started to build inside her. By the time she had finished licking the vile stuff up, she was grinding her hips against his fingers over and over, moaning.

She was just about to come again when he slipped his hand away. She cried out in frustration, the pleasure denied. He unbound her wrists and stood. “Good. Get dressed. I’ll bring in the luggage and you can help me put everything away.”

He left her there feeling simultaneously aroused and disgusted while he picked up his scattered clothes and dressed. She heard the front door open, then close. She climbed awkwardly to her feet and looked at her own clothing. The thought of putting the tight skirt and the skimpy, slutty little shirt back on appalled her; she could not bring herself to touch them. She shuddered at the thing she had just done, and at how close she had come to another orgasm doing it, and in that moment felt filthy beyond redemption.

Anthony returned to find her clothes still on the living room floor. The sounds of running water told him that Eileen was in the spacious master bathroom showering. He dragged the suitcases into the bedroom and set about unpacking from the trip. It wasn’t until he was nearly finished putting things away that she finally came out, wrapped in a towel. She turned without a word toward the bedroom door.

He sat on the bed and watched, eyes glinting with a boyish delight. As she moved past him, he caught her by the hand. “It won’t work, you know. You’re dirty on the inside, where no soap can reach.”

“You dirty, filthy, disgusting bastard! Let me go! You’re a pig!”

He grinned. “Oh, yes, I am. All of those things.” Gently, almost reverently, he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “And I’m exactly your kind of dirty, disgusting bastard.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m the kind of dirty, disgusting bastard who makes you come. Over and over again.”

She blanched. “You’re still a filthy pig!”

“Guilty as charged!” He smiled and guided her to sit on the bed next to him. His hands massaged her shoulders, and soft lips kissed the back of her neck. She felt her anger melting under the touch. Somewhere deep inside, some part of her was angry at herself for not being more angry at him. He had just violated her, used her, and then forced her to do something more disgusting than she could even imagine! She should be furious! She should just get up and march right out of the house, leave him forever!

“What are you thinking about so loudly?”

She turned to face him with sudden heat. “I should leave you.” He tried to put his hands on her shoulders again, but she swatted them away. “You can’t keep treating me like some kind of slave! I should just get up and—”

He grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her forcefully. She melted instantly. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue flicked against him. Her body pressed to him, and she felt her nipples harden into the soft terrycloth towel. A tiny moan wriggled its way out from between her lips.

The kiss went on for what felt like hours, until she was utterly lost in it. Every particle of his attention was focused on that kiss, and she could not help but respond. Liquid fire rose inside her and flowed through her body. The gentle but persistent touch of his tongue captivated her, seduced her; she surrendered to it and returned her passion for his. Her hands slid around his back. The towel, forgotten, slipped down to her waist, and her breasts pressed against the warm smooth fabric of his shirt.

Still it went on. His tongue probed deeper. She tilted her head back to accept it. Her hands caressed his back. The fire burned hotter, and somewhere far away she felt wetness between her legs.

His hands caressed her shoulders and pressed her back on the bed. He untangled the towel from her hips and dropped it to the floor. She arched her back, moaning softly, legs wide.

“Yes,” he said. “You are hungry for your new life.” His hand slipped over her mound. She pressed her hips to it, desperate. He smiled. “This is the life you want.” His lips lightly caressed her ear. “All those things I did to you in London have woken your body up, but they were only the start. You have so much more yet to experience.” The tip of his finger barely touched her clit. “And deep down inside, you want it. You’ve had a taste of it, and now you want more. Don’t you?”

She pressed herself up onto his fingers. Her heart beat fast. She moaned, eyes closed, awash in feelings of helpless, urgent longing. Her anger was forgotten, melted away by the heat of her arousal. “Please…”

He nuzzled her neck softly. “Please what?”

Her hips rocked against his fingers. “Anthony, please!”

“Say it again,” he murmured. “Beg me to make you a sex slave.”

“Anthony!”

His finger moved against her clit, making her shudder. She moaned again, oblivious to everything except her need. “Anthony, please!” Her body trembled. “I want…oh! Please! Please, I want to be your slave! I want…please!”

He pressed her down against the soft mattress beneath her. Clean sheets caressed her skin. She expected him to take her right there, his demanding cock pressing hard into her yielding body, but instead he kissed her on the forehead. “Go to sleep. I will finish unpacking. You will need your strength. Tomorrow, your new life begins.”