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I reached out and stroked his cheek, trying to avoid the worst of the cuts and bruises he’d received over the last week. One by one the fears about my future faded away, replaced by images that were so bright, so colorful, they were almost too pretty to think about.
Instead of being Roberto Capon’s wife, dreading every time I saw him, I saw myself in a happy home. Sun shone in the window. I could hear children laughing somewhere, playing. I worried about what Eric was doing, but I ached for him to return. And he always did.
My life could have the kind of passion that Romeo and Juliet would be envious of. In the bedroom, or wherever the mood struck us, Eric would dominate me like no other man could, fuck me hard until I screamed for mercy from the relentless ecstasy. He’d make me his slut and I’d love it.
Despite all that, after we used each other for all the pleasure we could, we’d still respect each other in the morning. He wouldn’t tell me I was a stupid bitch for wanting to study medicine. He wouldn’t even merely allow it. He’d encourage and support me. He’d be proud of me. He’d tell them all that I was his girl. I was special to him. We were special to each other and there was nobody like us in the whole world.
I took a breath so deep I thought I might burst, and my toes curled in my shoes. A tear tickled the bridge of my nose and I hurriedly wiped it away. I never thought tears of happiness were a real thing.
When I sat up, I almost groaned at the aches and pains in my muscles, especially where my father had punched me, but managed to keep it in so as not to wake Eric. I quietly kicked my shoes off and then leaned down to peel my socks off, noticing the dents the elastic had made in my skin.
I went to the bathroom and the huge Jacuzzi-style bathtub caught my eye. After sneaking back into the room to grab some fruit and a bottle of water from the spread that had been laid out for us, I returned to the bathroom and closed the door before turning on the taps.
Due to the almost criminal amount of bubble bath I poured in, it was soon impossible to eyeball exactly how high the water level was, but I figured it out and sighed contentedly when I slipped in. I had to dig a little crater into the bubbles so I could breathe, but that was a small price to pay.
It must have been half an hour later, and the water jets shooting against me back may have left me dopey-faced with a little bit of drool coming out of the corner of my mouth, when Eric opened the bathroom door.
“Eliana, you in there?”
I raised my hand over the bubbles and then swished some away so that I could see him. He was undressing, and I sat back to enjoy the show.
The various cuts and bruises almost flowed into his existing tattoos, like pain was a part of the tapestry of his life anyway. He paused when he was about to take down his pants and I spun my finger around in the air to gesture for him to continue.
Even unaroused, the inches of cock revealed by the retreating clothes held promises of size, power and pleasure that would have been obvious even if I hadn’t experienced it for myself. Just seeing it made me want to get on my knees in front of him, but he headed straight for the shower.
Eric groaned over the sound of running water. “Oh holy fuck that feels good.”
“I know, right?”
The sound of vigorous scrubbing and hair-washing came from the shower while the hot water pouring on him added to the steam in the room. When he came out he looked much more alert.
I watched him dry himself and then wrap the towel around his waist. Such a shame. He came over and knelt by the bath, leaning over to give me a kiss.
His eyes glanced over to the side of the bath and he reached in that direction. When his hand returned into view I saw he had one of the strawberries I’d grabbed and promptly forgotten about.
Eric lowered it to my lips and I used my tongue to help guide it into my mouth before biting off a delicious juicy chunk of it. I smiled up at him after I swallowed.
“I could get used to this,” I said.
“Me too. Hey, every second I’m not getting shot at is a bonus for me.”
Eric fed the two of us strawberries and grapes until the edge was taken off my hunger, and he especially liked the little show I made out of the banana. I was a little confused when he curled one hand around the back of my neck and pushed down on my shoulder, but went with it until everything but my face was submerged.
He ran his fingers through my hair, getting it good and soaked, before pulling me up again. Using one of the high-end shampoos set out next to the bath, he poured it on and massaged it in, making sure to work it in right to the tips before dunking me again.
It took him a long time to rinse it out, but since it was like getting a head massage while floating in water and bubbles, that was no great burden to endure. When he pulled me out again, he asked me a question but I couldn’t hear him because of the water in my ears. I tilted my head to each side and shook.
“Huh?”
“I said, would you say you have fine or full-bodied hair?” he said, looking at a bottle of conditioner.
“Thick… uh… full-bodied. All the better for pulling.” I smiled.
Eric smiled too, then set one bottle down and picked up another. “This will nourish and repair with the natural goodness of Jojoba.”
“Um. Sure.”
He poured the conditioner on my head and massaged it in, but I resisted when he tried to push me down again.
“Is there a complementary comb in here? I need to get the knots out.”
“Now?”
“Trust me, it’s easier.”
Eric shrugged. “A buzz-cut is so much more practical.”
“Not for pulling.”
“Touché.”
He looked on some shelves and in drawers and cupboards until he found a comb, then slowly worked his way around my head while I sat up and hugged my knees. The teeth of the comb felt so good on my scalp, another dimension to the head massage.
After all those days and nights of fucking, fighting, fleeing, sleeping in cars and wearing helmets, there was a lot of work for him to do. Finally, when the comb was gliding through my hair, he dunked me again and used his fingers to rinse out the conditioner.
“This is the best bath I’ve ever had in my entire life,” I said when I came up again.
“Fuck you look sexy,” he replied.
I smiled. “Oh really?”
“Oh yeah.”
He reached into the bubble bath while I reached out. I touched his abs with the back of my fingers, so I wouldn’t catch any of this cuts painfully, and I felt his hand in the warm water, stroking my breasts and then reaching lower, over my stomach, until his fingers were between my legs.
He kissed me while I parted my knees, and one finger slipped inside me. I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips to rub my clit against his hand.
“So what should we do all day since we can’t steal a car and hit the road yet?”
“Well, I’ve got a meeting with Jace at noon, so we don’t have all day, but we’ve got enough time.”
“For what?”
“You’ve been keeping something from me. Something that’s mine.” He cupped my sex and I gasped.
“What is it?”
He ignored my question. “These high-end hotels are used to celebrities dropping in and making insane requests. For people paying twenty-kay a night, their policy is ‘no questions asked and it never happened.’”
“Right…” I drew the word out suspiciously.
“So I ordered some stuff last night, and had it brought up when I woke up this morning.”
“What is it?” I repeated.
“You’ll be saying ‘fuzzy duck’ before the morning is through, Princess.”
Eliana
Eric dried me while I was squealing with excitement inside, then pulled my hair into a ponytail and wrapped it around his hand a couple of times to march me out of the bathroom. I told him it was practical.
My eye was drawn to the splash of color on the bed, two handcuffs attached to the headboard, with bright padding on them instead of the standard-issue ones I’d spent so much of the last week wearing. The next thing I saw was a box opened on a table, but I couldn’t see what was in it, so I looked back at the bed.
Eric followed my line of sight and then put his hand on my throat. “That’s right. That’s where you’re gonna get fucked. But first I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use. Get down on your knees.”
I half went down by myself and was half forced down by Eric, but down I went either way. Waiting, I looked up at him expectantly.
He tapped my cheek with the palm of his hand. “Suck. Cock.”
I untucked the towel and watched happily as it fell away from his body. Having had his hands on me for a while now, his manhood had grown a little, but I still had plenty of work to do.
When I reached for it, he gave my head a little shake. “Hands off. Just use your mouth.”
I licked my lips and then stuck my tongue out to help draw his cock into my mouth as I had done with the strawberries in the bath. Once I had my lips around the head, I sucked it in and felt it twitch immediately as Eric gripped my hair tighter and hissed his appreciation.
His thickness swelled with every passing moment while I swirled my tongue around his girth, and it wasn’t long before it was hard enough for me to bob my head and slide it deeper into my mouth. Eric started thrusting his hips forward to meet each bobbing motion as well as pushing my head from the back with his grip on my hair.
“Good girl,” he said. “You know what those lips are for.”
My heart was pounding with excitement and I reached up to squeeze my own breasts while sucking like my life depended on it. Eric’s hard cock squelched against the back of my throat a few times and then, with one sustained push, he forced himself in.
I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself with my hands on his thighs, but didn’t fight him. When I felt my lips around the base of his cock, I fluttered them open and looked up at him.
“Fucking picture perfect,” he said.
Cradling my head with one hand and keeping his grip on my hair, he started thrusting in and out of my throat harder and harder, without letting me breathe. My face went red and I felt a trickle of what might have been water from the bath but was more likely to be my own juices tickling my labia.
Finally, after what felt like a world-record, he let me breathe. I let him hold my head up by my hair as I gasped for oxygen, and reached between my legs. He’d made me a slippery mess again, and so soon after my bath too.
Smack!
“Hands off. That’s mine. Don’t you dare.”
I looked up at him with every bit of frustration I could pack into a single pout but placed my shaking hands on my own thighs. Eric stroked the cheek he had just struck and my hyper-sensitive skin prickled with his touch.
“You think I’m going to let you cum that easily? No. I’m not going to let you until you’ve lost your fucking mind. Not until you’ve earned it by being my good little slut. Now, lick those balls. Fucking worship them.”
Eric stroked his cock over my face as I took his balls into my mouth one at a time and lavished them with tender loving care. I did it slow, I took my time to explore them with my tongue, feel their weight and move them around to better adore them while that tower of cock loomed over me.
I could see every twitch and throb of his manhood as I showered affection on his balls. Every lick and suck had an effect on him and I found myself wondering what it would be like if he came like this.
Some of it would fly into the air and land on my face, while some of it would spill down over his hand and I could lick it up off his balls. A jolt of pleasure between my legs made me wiggle happily.
I felt him tense up and he stopped stroking himself, pulling me away by the hair. It felt like a small victory, so I looked up at him mischievously and licked my lips with calculated slowness.
“Think you’ve got the better of me, huh?” he asked.
Eric pulled me to my feet and shoved me in the direction of the bed. I landed on my stomach and he straddled my back, easily overpowering each of my arms to connect them to the handcuffs.
With me going nowhere fast, he shuffled towards the bottom of the bed until he was over the back of my knees.
Smack! Smack!
His hand came down hard on each of my ass cheeks and I screamed in pain and surprise, then moaned at another jolt of pleasure between my legs. I’d be wearing his handprint for days if the sting was anything to go by.
“Now that is a perfect ass,” he said, leaving the bed entirely and heading over to the table with the box.
I craned my neck to watch and saw him pull something metallic and undeniably phallic with one hand, as well as something I couldn’t see in the other. He twisted the base of the vibrator and a deep buzzing sound came from it.
Eric came back and placed it and a small bottle of something near the bottom of the bed and then pulled a couple of pillows out from the top, stuffing them under my hips so my ass was raised in the air. He picked up the vibrator again and sat next to me on the bed, leaning over my back sideways and facing away from my head so my ass was right in front of him.
When he touched the side of the vibrator to my ass cheek, I gasped. Maybe it was because my freshly-spanked ass was sensitive, but that thing felt powerful beyond what should have been possible for something that size.
Slowly, and even more deliberately than I had licked my lips, he moved it down my ass to the crease in my skin at the top of my thigh, then moved it inwards in the direction of my pussy. Long before it came close to my sex, I could feel the vibrations in my clit and I squealed in excitement.
“Holy shit!”
I could almost see the devilish smirk on his face when he cruelly moved the vibrator away, along my inner thigh. The feel of it gave me restless leg syndrome, I couldn’t keep still, but Eric leaned more weight on me and kept me in the same position, ass up.
Before he reached my knee, he moved the vibrator over to my other inner thigh and started heading back to where I wanted it. The closer it came, the more still I was in anticipation.
The vibrations grew and grew until he touched the tip against my labia and I buried my face against the mattress to muffle my squeal. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I didn’t know whether to try to struggle away or try to grind myself against it.
In all likelihood, it was a moot point, because no matter what I did, Eric decided where it went and how hard it pressed against me. Now he moved down my thigh again, but soon brought it back and pressed the side of the vibrator along the length of my slit.
“Oh fuuuuuuck!” I screamed.
The feeling against my folds was intense enough, but the way it buzzed against my clit had me feeling like a pressure cooker with the needle quickly edging into the red zone. My pussy was absolutely dribbling with excitement, I could feel it when Eric rubbed the smooth surface along my opening.
Sweat was starting to stand out on my forehead when he pulled it away from me entirely. I tried to say something, beg him to put it back maybe, but found myself temporarily robbed of language.
“I can feel how hot you’re getting.”
Eric leaned over and blew on my pussy and I welcomed it like a breeze on a scorching summer day as his breath cooled my wet sex. He squeezed one ass cheek and kissed the other before bringing the vibrator back and starting to build my climax up again.
My hard nipples rubbed against the covers and I kept turning my head from side to side as if I couldn’t decide which way to look while the relentless humming assaulted me. Time and again Eric took it away and let my orgasm recede from the edge of explosion until I was begging him to let me cum.
“Not until I’m inside you,” he said.
Instead of putting me out of my misery and fucking me senseless, he slipped the vibrator into my pussy in one fell swoop. It wasn’t as big as him and was completely smooth, so it went in with no problem at all, including a slight swelling near the base that seemed to keep it in position.
With that thrumming inside of me, I started panting against the covers as electricity arced between my clit and my belly, building up my pleasure. Some cool liquid spilled along the crack of my ass and dribbled down towards my pussy and I gasped, but didn’t look around to see what Eric was doing.
I felt him changing positions to straddle my legs again and then his cock was nudging against my asshole. My head shot up and I looked around wild-eyed as the vibrator continued to melt my mind.
“I’ve… I’ve never… never h-had…”
“I know. You’ve been saving it for me and now I’m gonna fuck your ass as hard as I damn well can.”
He pushed forward and the pressure increased until I buried my face against the covers again and moaned. Finally, the pressure and the lubricant he’d poured on were too much for my ass to fight against and the head of his cock sunk into my tight hole.
Much like the first time I’d taken him inside of me, it was hard to believe that the cock just kept on coming. Not only that, but the vibrator never stopped, masking the fiery pain of this anal invasion and combining with his cock to make me feel more full than I would have thought one woman could ever feel.
Eventually, I felt his pelvis come to rest on my ass cheeks and he leaned forward, putting all his weight on me to force his cock even deeper into my back passage while the pillows kept me in prime fucking-position. His hand came around and squeezed my throat, lifting my head off the mattress again.
“Where’s my cock, Eliana? Let me hear you say it.”
“It’s… in my ass,” I panted.
“When I saw that sexy little untouchable princess on TV, I never thought that one day I’d be here fucking her in the ass. Ain’t life grand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Eric started thrusting in and out of me, the pillows making my ass bounce up to meet him every time. Our bodies slapped together and under it all was the steady hum of the vibrator.
