Chapter 39
elaine
Vera had barely shut the bedroom door behind us before her hands were on my body, roaming hungrily. She pressed her face into my neck and kissed, licked—took what she wanted from me—and I arched my back to better present my body for her.
Her hands worked quickly getting me out of my dress, and she wrenched it up over my head and flung it over the back of a chair, looking at me with a hungry appreciation in her eyes as she caressed my breasts through the delicate, lacy fabric of the underwear.
“You’ve been ready,” she said approvingly.
“Of course, ma’am.”
“That’s a good little fuck doll. Always ready for your owner to come home and have her way with you.”
I bit my lip, nodding. She shoved me backwards until I fell onto the bed, and she bent down and pressed a kiss against my inner thigh, licking up along the bare skin. I twitched at the touch, at the intensity, at Vera’s most feral form claiming me.
“I’m going to need to fuck you hard tonight,” she said. “I’ll have to tie you and gag you to make sure you don’t go anywhere. So that all you can do is spread that needy cunt of yours for my strap.”
“Oh, Vera,” I whispered, a shudder running down my spine.
“Ah-ah. I expect yes, ma’am.”
“I… yes. Of course. Yes, ma’am.” My legs spread by their own accord, and she pressed her face in between them, licking at the front of my underwear, and I moaned at the sensation.
I couldn’t moan for long, though. She had restraints out before I knew it, and the straps tightened around my wrists as she pulled them over my head and hooked them onto the bedframe, and then my legs spread wide and held there.
She moved me roughly as she pressed a ball gag into my mouth, strapping it around my head, and I lay completely helpless with the gag pressing into my mouth as I strained to look down at Vera fitting the strap-on harness in place.
She didn’t even take off her clothes, strap-on poking out from her loose pants, and the predatory look in her eyes as she took me in was going to drive me crazy.
“Let’s make sure you’re ready first,” she said, and she took a wand vibrator from the bedside drawer, turning it on.
I jolted when she traced it over the front of my thigh, running towards my center but never quite there, and I moaned needily at the sensation.
The realization that I couldn’t do anything—couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even beg her to fuck me like the needy little slut I was—it made my body burn. And my pussy drip.
She took her time teasing me, and I was quivering and soaking the sheets with my wetness by the time she finally put the vibrator down and positioned herself on top of me, angling the tip of her strap against my center.
I bucked my hips up seeking her, but she didn’t wait for it—she grabbed me and shoved her length into me, sending a feeling through me that was first burning hot and almost painful but then blossomed into aching pleasure.
“That’s it,” she whispered. “Just lie there and let me fuck your hole.” She spoke as she pulled her hips back and pistoned them into me again, slamming deep inside of me, and then again, her words punctuated with the rhythm.
“I was thinking all day about how I was going to tie you up and fuck you. How I’m going to take your pretty face and turn you into a sticky mess, drooling all over yourself while I pound your needy little pussy into orgasm after orgasm after orgasm like the little whore you are.
And you don’t get a choice whether you orgasm or not.
I’m going to get what I want from you. Starting… now.”
She took the vibrator again and pressed it into my clit while she kept thrusting her strap inside of me, and I gasped, thrashing against the restraints.
It was so fast, I tried my best not to come, but I couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything to fight it—she was the one controlling my body, and I felt a pulsating orgasm building until it ripped through me, pulsing up my back, down to my toes, and back to my center, where Vera didn’t stop fucking me for one second, relentlessly pounding into me.
She only barely slowed down once I finished, and my whole body quivered and shook from the oversensitivity, but as she kept gripping me and telling me how much I was doing a good job, how I was such a good little fuck toy for her, my body reacted to her words, and I melted into at as she extracted another orgasm from me, and finally she undid my restraints only to flip me over and tie me down to fuck me from behind for a third.
She ripped her pants and underwear down, taking my hand restraints from the bed and holding them like a leash as she pulled me into position, and she tore the ball gag off my face just to gag me on her instead, grabbing my hair and shoving me down between her legs to service her, to pleasure her.
She came hard on my mouth, her muscles convulsing as she ground her hips into me, fucking my face, until she melted, her posture slumping back against the bed. She took off all my restraints, and her eyes shimmered as she pulled me up into a long kiss, her strong arms gripping me tightly.
“Thanks,” she whispered once she broke off the kiss, burying her face in my shoulder and holding me close.
“Of course. Thank you,” I laughed, pressing myself into her. She kissed my shoulder.
“No. Just… for all of this. I… don’t know why you’re not afraid.” She tightened her grip on my back. “I’ve never… nobody’s ever… well. People usually are. They should be.”
I softened, trailing my fingers down her arm. “Vera…”
She looked away. I kissed her cheek.
“This doesn’t usually happen, does it?” I whispered. “This side of you that comes out to fight, to… to kill. It doesn’t usually get to talk to people, to… be around somebody who cares for you, does it?”
She scoffed. “The rest of me isn’t used to that either.”
“You’re safe here.”
“I’m safe? You’re the one who should be afraid of me.”
I settled against the headboard next to her, caressing her arm. “Well, we established that I’m not. But I think you’re afraid. Not of me, but of… yourself.”
She looked down with a heavy sigh, raking her hand back through her hair.
“I wasn’t even supposed to have the… other side.
The human side. I was supposed to become an animal.
To become a wolf. To hunt, to kill. I blame my father.
He shouldn’t have taught me piano. Shouldn’t have taught me to appreciate music.
You can never completely stamp away the humanity of a song… of a symphony.”
“This side of you is the reason you exist, Vera,” I whispered. “It’s what lets you experience love, and joy, and… and hope. Hope for a better future. And you deserve all of that too.”
She scoffed.
“Besides, you’re still the best at what you do. You hardly need to worry.”
“I’m not.” She sighed. “I could never take Quayle in a fight.”
“I’m sure you could, darling. But you’re so much more than a fighter.” I ran my fingers over her collar, touching her, stroking her. “You’re a woman who just wants… so badly… to have a place she can come home to. And beyond that… to have a person she can come home to.”
She looked down, her eyes closed. “Dammit. No wonder I couldn’t kill you.
” She touched the scar on her face. “I should… apologize. For the way I was, just now. That… deep-down part of me. The inner demon. It wanted to demean you, intimidate you, as a way to assert dominance. I tried to intimidate you. You don’t deserve that. ”
“Vera…” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me. “You’re just surviving the only way you know how.”
She kissed the top of my head. “You’re right… that Yulia didn’t give me the scar.”
I pulled away. “What happened?”
She gave me a small, lopsided smile. “Let’s go out somewhere.”
“Huh? Um… where?”
“There’s a spot not too far from here. We’ll get dessert. When was the last time you had someone cook for you?”
“Oh, well…” I blushed, looking down. She clapped a hand on my shoulder, standing up, fixing her pants.
“C’mon. Get cleaned up and let’s go.”
“Vera—are you sure you’re okay to go running around after all your injuries and then—”
“Oh, I’m sure. You always revitalize me. Now, are you moving, or should I carry you?”
I didn’t mind it when she carried me. But not when I was worried it would reopen her cuts. “I’m moving.”