Chapter 28
elaine
Vera stripped my dress off over my head, and I could already feel the way my underwear was getting soaked through. She touched my sides, diving down under the sides of my panties, and she teased them down and back up again, her eyes twinkling at the way I gasped.
“You make such a pretty little toy,” she growled. “I’m going to get such good use out of you.”
“A-anything… you want.”
She licked her lips. “Then get on your knees and show me.”
“Here…?”
“Here. Anywhere, anytime I want it.” She put her hand on my head, and I surged with heat as she guided me down to my knees in the thick red carpet. The sight of Vera standing over me, haloed in the low flame-colored glow from the chandelier, her hand on my head and that dominating look in her eyes…
This was my life now. My purpose. Getting on my knees for her.
“Yes, Vera,” I whispered. She tightened her grip on my hair.
“You will refer to me as ma’am. Do you understand?”
My body flared in response, and I moaned as I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
She pressed me up against the front of her pants, where I could feel the heat of her arousal. “That’s a good girl,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’ll train you to serve me appropriately. For now, show me what you’re capable of.”
“Of… of course, ma’am.” I kissed the front of her pants, reaching up with shaking hands to undo them.
She kept her hand on my head, holding me in place, watching with fire in her eyes as I opened her pants and pulled them down, revealing her wetness gleaming in the short, coarse hairs between her thighs.
“Take your time. I’m not eager to rush this.”
I moaned quietly as I touched her, softly, tracing my fingertips along her shape. Her fingertips tightening in my hair told me I was doing well.
I was going to learn all the unspoken signals. I had to, if I wanted to satisfy her.
I kept touching her until I could see her clit swell, and I felt the unbearable urge like nothing I’d ever felt before telling me to lick her, suck on her, to serve her.
Like I didn’t exist for anything but this.
I moaned at the sensation, and I looked up at her as I bent in and dragged my tongue up along her folds.
She hissed out a breath of pleasure, her hips moving against me as I did, and encouraged by the reaction, I pressed myself up against her to suck on her.
“Good girl, Elaine.” She stroked my hair with her thumb. “Keep going. You’re doing well.”
I’m doing well. It filled my body with hot, flushing pleasure, and I moaned as I pressed myself more fully into her, sucking.
This is where I’m meant to be. The thoughts kept flooding me until it was the only thing that existed.
I was her toy, down on my knees, serving her.
I gripped her hips in both hands, holding her tightly as I pleasured her, lapping my tongue against her clit, sucking on her, worshipping her, adoring her.
“Fuck, you’re so good with your tongue,” she whispered in a raspy voice, gripping me. “Ready to make me come, Elaine?”
Yes. It was the only word I knew. The only thing that existed. I nodded enthusiastically, looking up at her while I sucked on her clit, and she planted her hand on the piano behind me while she thrust her hips into my face, and I gave myself to her, let her fuck my mouth while she came hard.
“Good girl,” she said once she pulled off of me, holding my head for balance. “What do you say?”
“Th-thank you, ma’am.”
“That’s right. You’re very welcome.” She sank onto the floor in front of me, and she kissed me deeply, her tongue entering my mouth, claiming me.
It wasn’t long before she stood up, pulling me up to my feet with her.
“Take your clothes off, Elaine,” she said. “Everything, floor, now.”
I couldn’t obey her fast enough. I ripped my underwear off, throwing them after my dress, and Vera grabbed me by the waist, holding me in place while she bent down and sucked on my nipple.
I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure as she took what she wanted from my body—licked and sucked on me, hands caressing me, gripping handfuls of my ass. She sent her hand diving down between my legs, and I moaned loudly at the touch as her fingers teased my entrance, spreading me.
“This is mine,” she whispered. “All of this belongs to me.”
“Yes, ma’am. All of it. Everything. It’s yours.”
“This pretty little pussy is mine.”
“It’s y-yours, ma’am.”
“There’s a good toy.” She pushed her fingers inside me, and I cried out loudly, arching my back as I thrust to meet her. She was hard and fast and relentless, taking what she wanted from me, but my body loved it—responded immediately, giving her everything.
She pushed me back up against the piano, lifting one of my legs to plant it on the piano bench and spread me wider, and I fumbled for balance, hitting the keys. The sound helped cover up the moans I made as she fucked me hard, and she kissed me deeply while she fucked me over the piano.
I was dripping down my thighs and my knees were shaking by the time I was getting close to the edge, but I couldn’t say anything, not with the way Vera claimed my mouth.
I don’t need to speak. Just need to spread my legs and come when she fucks me.
The thought was intoxicating, and it sent me into an explosive orgasm, moaning loudly into her mouth when I did.
“Oh, Vera,” I whispered shakily once she pulled away, sinking onto the piano bench, but she smirked and put a finger to my lips.
“We’re not done yet.”
“Oh… y-yes, ma’am.”
“I still need to make you come another time. I like the way you quiver and make those helpless little moans when you come for me like a good girl. Sit back on the bench and let me eat your pussy.”
Oh, God. My body burned in pleasure as I obeyed her, leaning back, hands planted, legs spread. Vera knelt and held me in place as she claimed me, her mouth taking everything she wanted from me.
I took longer the second time, but she gladly took her time with me, her tongue lapping against my clit and sending waves of pleasure through me.
Finally, she didn’t finish me like that—she moved me off the bench to sit down, and she guided me to ride her thigh, her hands on my hips rocking me back and forth so the friction built on my clit until it was maddening.
“You like when I play music, don’t you?” she whispered, and I spoke hazily.
“I… what?”
She pressed the piano keys behind me, her eyes gleaming. “Keep going,” she said, the sound starting up into a song. “Grind on me like a needy little slut and come on my leg while I play.”
“Oh… yes, ma’am.” I rocked my hips as instructed, pleasure flooding me.
Vera fully dressed and perfectly collected, playing music, while I was naked with my pussy dripping, grinding myself to orgasm on her body, I felt like a dirty whore, a desperate fuck doll, and it made my body feel electric.
I moaned loudly while I kept grinding on her, pleasure building as her music did, and I screamed into her shoulder as I came on her, my hips moving for me and seeking out the contact as I hit my orgasm.
“Good girl,” she whispered, finishing up the song and moving her hands to my bare buttocks, gripping me firmly. “You’ve done very well satisfying me today.”
“I… th-thank you, ma’am.” I rested my head on her shoulder, breathing hard.
Now that we were done, I should have regretted it.
Instead, all I could think about was how to pleasure her better next time. What I needed to learn and improve on, as her personal fuck toy.