Read Steampunk Desires: An Erotic Romance (The Complete Collection) Online
Authors: Sophia Wilde
Alonso sighed. On one hand, Eloise could be manipulating him. On the other hand, she seemed awfully sincere. Alonso had never seen Eloise like this. Her posture sagged, not from sulking, but from a broken self-esteem. Her hair, normally perfectly groomed, was disheveled and stood up in tufts. Her eyes, Alonso realized, were bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Her voice, which had never ceased to be confident, now choked on her words. Yes, it was possible that Eloise had just taken her manipulation up a notch, but Alonso decided to give her a chance, with a catch.
“I will forgive you if you do something for me,” he said.
“What?” Eloise asked. Although she asked eagerly, her eagerness was clouded by the toll of the night’s torment.
“I want you to agree to try anal with me.”
Eloise’s posture sagged in defeat. “But why?” she asked miserably. “You know I don’t do that.”
“If you have really reflected on this,” Alonso said gently, “then you should understand that the ‘why’ doesn’t matter. You want to please me, yes? For once in your life, you want to think about someone else’s needs, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then do anal for me,” Alonso replied, his voice encouraging but not urging.
Eloise huffed. She did want to please Alonso. But she’d never done anal before. It was…beneath her. No, she thought, it was beneath what used to be her. The heart-to-heart she’d had with herself the night before had taught her a bit of humility. She realized that more than fear of being humiliated, her reticence stemmed from a fear of the unknown. Would Alonso be kind to her if she allowed herself to be taken that way? Would she have to suffer the same treatment she’d given her many flings? Would she be used and discarded? She didn’t even know how to clean herself up.
Alonso waited patiently, hoping that Eloise had really changed. Certainly her manner was different. Had he suggested it yesterday, Eloise would have immediately spurned him. Her thinking over it this hard was a good first step.
At length, Eloise took a deep breath and said, “All right, I’ll do it.”
Alonso smiled and gently pulled Eloise into a hug, not like a coworker having a bad day but like a long-lost friend. Eloise wept on Alonso’s shoulder, and Alonso held her.
Eloise pulled back abruptly, wiping her eyes, embarrassed. “Alonso,” she said timidly, pausing nervously. “I’ve never done anal before.”
“I know,” Alonso said.
“But,” Eloise continued quickly, “I don’t know how to prepare.”
“I can show you,” Alonso replied, smiling gently.
Eloise nodded, and Alonso led her to the water closet. It was awkward and more than a little gross, but Eloise made it through. They returned to the collection room. Eloise trembled as Alonso gave her a brass sock.
“How do I–?”
Alonso put a finger to Eloise’s lips, and then wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing her lips softly. Eloise dropped the sock, which clanged to the floor, fortunately missing both their feet. Alonso stroked the back of Eloise’s neck, running his fingers through Eloise’s hair. This was different for Eloise. It had always been a fast act for her. Now she felt her flower throbbing in anticipation, getting wetter by the second, but she was content to let things play out slowly. She loved the feel of Alonso’s fingers in her hair. She ran her hand over Alonso’s face, caressing his ear. Alonso gasped, and Eloise realized she’d hit a sweet spot. She stroked Alonso’s ear some more, eliciting another gasp, and Alonso rose slightly on his tiptoes. Eloise liked this! This was better than fucking and shoving them through the door! She had the power to excite Alonso, the ability to give him pleasure.
She liked this power, and she wanted to exercise it some more. She ran her other hand down Alonso’s chest, feeling the smooth, almost hairless skin beneath her fingertips. Alonso had such a handsome body, Eloise thought to herself. She brought her hand to Alonso’s cock, a light bush of curly black hair surrounding it. It was turgid but not hard, yet. Alonso had been spared the surgeon’s knife, and his foreskin had retracted slightly, exposing a soft, shiny, pink head. Eloise stroked its underside gently, and Alonso leaned forward on her, his legs feeling wobbly.
Before Eloise could get more of a reaction from Alonso, though, Alonso reached forward to kiss her, mouthing her lips and sending a wave of pleasure flowing through Eloise that she’d never felt before. She didn’t know that her lips could feel so good! Alonso used the distraction to take charge. He pulled Eloise forward to him, their warm bodies rubbing against each other. Alonso reached down, touching her moist lips, and quickly finding her clitoris. The heat of Alonso’s fingers against her folds and the sensuous touch were electrifying for Eloise, and she worried that she’d get off before Alonso was even ready. Alonso registered the concern in Eloise’s eyes and slowed down, gently guiding Eloise backward to the bed. As Eloise laid herself down on the bed, Alonso reached down and picked up the brass sock, placing it gently on the bed next to them, plugged it in, and then crawled up to kiss Eloise once more.
Lying beside her, Alonso’s lips reached out and made contact while his fingers strayed down to Eloise’s bottom. Eloise tensed, but Alonso intensified the kiss, distracting her. By the time Eloise realized what was happening, her body was writhing in pleasure as Alonso introduced her to a completely unknown pleasure, a pleasure that radiated from her anus, making her body tingle, feel numb, and feel more alive than ever before all at once. It was an intense, wonderfully intense feeling, and Eloise saw stars. Her pussy throbbed and oozed a sticky stream, which Alonso used to lubricate Eloise’s bottom.
Time passed, and one finger became two inside of Eloise’s virgin hole as her ecstasy increased. What she thought would be an uncomfortable tightness turned into a pleasurable tingling sensation that was unlike anything she had ever felt. Then it was time. Alonso took the brass sock and positioned it at Eloise’s entrance, rubbing it lightly against her backside. Her breath rasping, Eloise’s body opened for the sock, pulling it in with surprising eagerness. Neither of them could have known that it had been designed that way, and neither of them would have cared. What mattered to Eloise now was the constant, wonderful feeling that flowed through her body from her ass outward, provoking her pussy, deep and throbbing.
With the brass sock now plugged in and inserted, the gauge shot to ninety percent, far higher than it had ever gone before for Eloise. And then something happened to Eloise that she had vowed never would. As Alonso gently guided himself in, Eloise’s body and mind welcomed him inside. She felt her ass tug on Alonso’s cock as he entered slowly, and then pushed in and out. The feelings were somehow amplified inside the brass sock, and she moaned in ecstasy. Her pussy throbbed. She could feel Alonso’s warmth deep inside of her, tickling and pleasing her. Alonso cupped her hanging breasts with one hand while resting the other on her plump, inviting cheeks. Alonso squeezed and twister her nipples, slowly at first, then increasing in intensity with each thrust of his powerful cock into her backside.
“Alonso…”
Alonso replied by bending over and kissing Eloise passionately. It was in that position that the needle on the gauge shot to the right. Eloise was in ecstasy. Completely filled in the backside, she could feel Alonso’s throbbing tool completely taken in, the entire shaft perfectly stretching her puckered star. Eloise never imagined how good it would feel to be so completely filled. She allowed one of her hands to find her aching, moist pussy. Eagerly she dove two fingers deep into her flower, and the feeling of having both of her holes filled at once was too much for her to bear. Eloise let out a low wail of pleasure, ending in a gasp, and Alonso shuddered and gasped on top of her, his balls quickly draining themselves of days’ worth of pent-up tension.
For a moment, it was silent; neither could speak as the waves of bliss radiated through their bodies before being captured for the ship’s use.
At last, Eloise broke the silence. “But…how can that feel so good…?,” she said, a mixture of awe and bewilderment in her voice.
Alonso shook his head, smiling. “It just needs to be with the right person,” he said gently, then with a chiding grin, asked, “now should I kick you out, or do you want to spend some time?”
Eloise’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, but the warm feeling she got from Alonso told her that he was only joking. Eloise wrapped her arms around Alonso and hugged him passionately. “Let’s spend some time,” she said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
And they did. As Alonso’s erection dropped, the brass sock ejected itself from Eloise, who gasped, her back going rigid.
“Most women hate when it does that,” Alonso chuckled softly.
From that day forth, the propulsion deck had no more problems from Eloise. She went about her duties with passion and a strong belief that she was doing something important. She no longer held herself on a pedestal above her crewmates, and just as Edwin had predicted, she became very popular…as the second favorite anal specialist. Oh, yes, she continued to screw traditionally, but Mary had long held the title for best anal bottom, and so while Eloise was respectable, she was not the best. And she was okay with that.
After two weeks in the air, the
HMS Rapturion
finally made it back to port.
“Well, my dear girl, what’s your decision?” Edwin asked Eloise as the ship’s horn blew.
“My decision on what, sir?” Eloise asked.
“Whether to stay or not, of course!” Edwin asked, laughing.
“I’m staying, of course!” Eloise laughed back. “Are you kidding? This place turned out to be better than I ever dreamed!”
“Not a whole lot of luxuries down here,” Edwin goaded lightly.
“The beds may not have 1200-count linens, and I may not have my own water closet, masseur, or wet bar,” Eloise replied earnestly, “but I have friends like I’ve never had before, the best sex of my life, a boss I respect…” She grinned at the flagrant flattery, and Edwin punched her shoulder playfully, “…and most importantly, I’ve learned to appreciate all of those things,” Eloise said, her eyes misty. “And those are luxuries that I never had until now. The
Rapturion
really is the most luxurious cruise airship to ever sail the skies.”
Edwin smiled warmly and hugged Eloise.
“I do have to do something while we’re docked, though,” Eloise said. “It won’t take terribly long, but it’s something I must do.” She started to go, but Edwin stopped her, handing her an envelope.
“Your pay,” he said. Eloise smiled and thanked him, and then they parted ways as Eloise ascended the many stairs to the top deck and made her way down the gangplank. At length, she arrived home. She rang the bell, and the butler answered.
“Lady Eloise!” the butler exclaimed, “You look different!”
“Whatever do you mean, my good man?” Eloise asked worriedly.
“Your body: it’s stronger, more confident,” the butler said, “And your carriage is,” he fumbled for a word, “inviting, ma’am.”
Eloise leaned forward and hugged the butler, whose jaw dropped in surprise, and it took a moment for him to reciprocate hesitantly. This was not the same Eloise who only two weeks ago had cuffed him on the back of the head for not noticing the subtle difference in how Eloise styled her hair. “Where are my parents?” Eloise asked.
“Inside, ma’am,” the butler said, remembering his manners. “I’ll show you in. Do come in, please. Please, come in.”
Eloise chuckled to herself. The butler was tripping all over himself in surprise, and Eloise decided it was undoubtedly good surprise. She waited in the foyer. Presently, her parents arrived, looking worried. The butler had told them that someone had come that looked like Eloise but who certainly could not be her.
“Mother,” Eloise said, meeting her halfway, grasping her arms and kissing her gently on the cheek. “Father,” she said, giving him a kiss as well. “Would you call the household together, please? I have an announcement to make.” Eloise’s father dispatched the butler.
“Eloise, what is all this?” her mother asked worriedly. “Are you ill? Is everything all right?”
“Everything is just fine, Mom,” Eloise said reassuringly, happily.