Eluded (9 page)

"That's right," Derrick said,
pulling me from my thoughts. I knew I was on the brink of losing
control, but somehow I forced it away. I didn't fucking want this.
Derrick moved back to my clit and used every move he knew to push
me to the edge of climax. I just wanted to get it over with, but
instead he went back and forth between inserting his fingers and
touching me in ways that I had never been touched. Ways that I had
wished for only a few months ago. But it wasn't supposed to be like
this. I couldn't take it much more, and I tried to pull myself from
the situation, just as Sophie said, but I couldn't. I fought with
myself, not wanting to give him the pleasure of making me come, but
a part of me wanted it to be over with so we could stop this. So I
wouldn't have to feel his hands all over me.

He looked over at Sophie, then he
forcefully shoved three fingers inside of me. I gasped and pushed
my ass and back harder against the wall with my palms
down.

"Fucking watch her," Derrick
demanded.

Sophie refused and kept her eyes
forward.

"Fucking watch her or I'll kill
you right here. No more disobeying. No more doing whatever the hell
you want. Watch her come or you're fucking dead,
Sophia."

When he didn't call her Sophie,
she turned her head and watched. Her face was full of disgust for
him, but he did nothing but smile at her with that perfect set of
teeth and plump lips.

I closed my eyes as he pounded me
harder with his three fingers. He yanked my pajama bottoms down,
and ripped my panties from my body. My ass pounded against the cold
wall and he forced me to spread my legs wider. "You're so fucking
wet. You want more. I can tell," he whispered in my ear. His dick
was fully hard and every so often he rubbed it against me, just so
I would know, just so I could feel him, feel what he would force on
me.

When I opened my eyes, Sophie
continued to watch me, but I knew she didn't want to. Things like
this were meant to be private. Coming at the hand of a monster
wasn't supposed to happen. She knew that Derrick would kill her if
she didn't watch him finger fuck me, and I knew he was a man who
did and took whatever he wanted, even though I didn’t know him at
all. More moments passed and I bit my bottom lip until the metallic
taste of blood filled my mouth. I didn't want to give him the
satisfaction of hearing my moans. I didn't want him to know the
control he had over me in the first ten minutes of making eye
contact, but with a few more twirls of my clit, my body couldn't
take it anymore. And with that, he knew exactly what power he
held.

I didn't moan, I didn't cry out, I
didn't scream, but kept silent as the deep, body-moving convulsions
pulsated through me. My legs went weak but I didn't fall. I
despised this man more than anything in the entire world. He had
stolen something that was supposed to be sacred. I hated that he
seemed to know my body and found what I desired in an instant. I
tried not to focus on the fact that he did more than embarrass me,
but took away my pride and forced his way into places that were
meant for someone special, meant for someone who cared.

I looked over at Sophie, and I saw
regret and sympathy in her eyes.

He rubbed his hands over my
breasts one last time and pinched my nipples as he whispered, “good
girl,” in my ear.

My face went red as embarrassment
washed over me, and I knew the heat found my cheeks. I never had
anyone take sexual power over me in such a sick way while another
person watched. I was angry. I was broken. I was at my bottom
low.

He grabbed the bottom of Sophie's
face and forced his lips on her mouth. She didn't kiss him back or
close her eyes as he poured himself into her. "I'll win you over
eventually, Sophie. I'll be back this afternoon for you," he said
to her.

She didn't respond. She looked at
him with so much hate in her eyes that I thought he would become
immersed in flames.

When Derrick left, I pulled up my
pajama pants and slid down the wall, crying into my hands. I didn't
want to talk to Sophie. I didn't want to look at her, but she sat
down beside me on the floor.

"You did the right thing," she
said and placed her hand on my leg. "If you would have fought him,
he would have killed you because you meant nothing to him. Now,
you're another trinket."

I continued to sob quietly as she
stroked my hair. "I'm so embarrassed," I said.

"Why do you think I hate him so
much? This isn't the end of this. I'm apologizing now for whatever
he makes me do. He's a good-looking, crazy bastard who gets off on
things like this. What makes it even worse is he is skilled with
his hands, dick, and stupid fucking words. Humiliation is what he
loves, and I'm going to kill him when I get the chance. My only
goal in life is to watch him bleed out." Her voice was soft, but I
could hear the venom in her words.

When I looked over at her, she was
staring into the hallway. Then turned and looked at me. I wiped
away my tears and sucked in a deep breath before I spoke. "I'll
help you."

All she could do was
smile.

ABBOT

Twelve

I
needed to clear my
head.

I dressed and drove to the busiest
tourist area, which was full of bars and women who wanted to
fuck.

Before I got out of the Range
Rover, I looked at myself in the mirror. Fuckable, at
least.

Vanity wasn't a cheap bar for
college students but rather an upscale club with crystal glasses
and expensive champagne. Women wore diamonds and men wore Rolexes.
It was one of those places the older crowd went to show off their
goods, to show that they were actually a part of the upper class. I
didn't go there to find a cheap whore. There were already too many
of those willing to suck my dick for a bump of cocaine, and I
refused to be anyone's stepping-stone to addiction. Those bitches
were unstable, and I’d had enough of that in my life.

When I entered, I ran my fingers
through my hair then made my way to the bar. If I didn't know
better, I would have thought it was ladies’ night, because the
stools were full of women with nice asses and a respectable amount
of cleavage. Not too whorey, but not all prim and proper either. I
searched around for a place to sit. A dark-haired woman smiled at
me as I passed, almost tempting me to sit next to her, but I
continued forward. At the end of the bar, a blond woman sat
twirling the ice in her glass with straws. The stool next to her
was empty, so I took the opportunity to sit. She didn't turn her
head to look at me, and I smiled.

The bartender walked by, and I
stopped him. "Excuse me. I'll have what she's having."

She turned and looked at me, and a
smile slowly spread across her face.

"Will you have another?" I asked
her.

"Sure," she said.

"Make that two, then," I said back
to the bartender. He picked up a bottle of scotch and poured it
over rocks. No mixer, nothing, just pure scotch. This woman already
had my attention. She pulled the straws from her empty glass and
slowly sipped the new one.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem. Do you always drink
scotch on the rocks?"

"Sometimes I just drink it
straight," she said, and I watched her lick her red lips. Then she
picked up a piece of ice and began to suck. I turned my head as I
felt my dick pulse with want. I looked at her left hand and noticed
she wasn't wearing a ring. Either she was single or in a
relationship that didn't mean shit to her. As time passed, we
continued to make small talk, and the edge she had when I sat down
slowly vanished.

"I'm from California. Visiting for
business."

"Are you married?"

"Do you see a ring on this
finger?" she asked seductively, as she placed her left hand on my
thigh.

"Actually, no. I don't. But rings
don't stop me."

"I don't do relationships," she
said as she slid her hand closer to my dick.

I laughed at the prospect of
meeting someone who actually didn’t want anything more than
unadulterated sex. If she wanted to play that game . . . well, we
would play.

She moved her barstool closer to
me and bit her bottom lip. I took the moment to slide my hand up
her thigh, move the white cotton dress out of my way, and reach my
hand into her panties. She was fucking wet and shaved. When I
dipped a finger inside of her, in the middle of one of the
classiest bars in London, she moaned and grabbed the edge of the
bar with white knuckles. Her face was full of want and need, so I
slipped another finger inside.

She pushed herself hard onto my
fingers and pulled my ear close. "Let's get out of here," she
said.

I slid my hand down her thigh,
slowly, and saw her shudder at the touch of my hand. I paid our
bill and she led me out the door by my hand. I loved letting women
think they were in control, even for just a moment. They seemed to
want to fuck harder and please me more when I did that. I learned
the game long ago and mastered it.

"I can get us a taxi," she said,
because she didn't have a car.

"No. I'll drive," I insisted and
led her to the Range Rover.

Her eyebrows lifted as she slid
inside of it. The smell of new car and fresh leather lingered.
After she buckled, she spit out the address to her hotel.
Coincidentally, it was right down the street from where I lived,
fucking perfect. The stars seemed to have lined up in my favor.
When I parked on the street, I ran around the other side of the
Rover and opened the door for her. Women loved a man with
manners.

We couldn't keep our hands off one
another on the ride up the elevator. She unbuttoned the top button
of my pants and slipped her hand down, grabbing my erection. She
hummed with satisfaction as she felt me. Our lips crashed upon one
another, and I lifted her dress up to her waist and removed her
panties. Her pussy was perfect in every sense, and I couldn't wait
to fuck her. My body protested with pain, but I pushed it aside.
Fuck pain, it was bad timing.

The bell rang and the elevator
doors opened. An old couple watched as . . . damn, I didn't get her
name, pulled the cotton dress over her bare ass and exited. The
whole situation didn't faze her a bit. I guess because she knew she
would be leaving here in the next week or so.

As she opened the door to her
room, I smacked her ass as hard as I could. A handprint almost
instantly appeared, and she moaned with satisfaction as we stepped
inside. Within seconds, we were kissing again, and I was undressing
her as her hands roamed over my abs. She stood in a navy blue bra
and no panties. I lifted an eyebrow, then she removed the bra
without a single command and stood completely naked. I admired her
perky tits, little pink nipples, and completely shaved pussy for a
minute before I moved to her. Her hands were full of fervor, want,
and need as she unzipped my pants and shoved my underwear down to
my ankles.

After she admired me for a moment,
she dropped to her knees and put the tip of my dick in her mouth. I
closed my eyes and threaded my hands through her hair as she went
down further on my length. I could feel the back of her throat, but
that didn't stop her. She wanted all of me, and picked up her pace
as she licked every inch. When she sucked on my balls, I realized
that I had picked the perfect lay at the bar. She wasn't afraid of
anything and wanted it all. After I was completely hard, she kissed
up my stomach until she met my mouth, and that was when I decided I
needed to take control.

"I'm on the pill. If you want to
use a condom . . . go for it, but trust me when I say I don't do
this often and my pussy feels so much better without a fucking
rubber."

That was enough for me. I moved
her to the bed and bent her over as I inserted my dick into her
tight little pussy from behind. She moaned with satisfaction as I
filled her. Fully taking me, she grabbed fistfuls of the comforter
and moaned. I started slow, and then picked up my pace until her
ass jiggled from the pounding.

"Oh, fuck," she screamed and began
pushing harder against me when I grabbed her hips. I flipped her
over on the edge of the bed, bent down, and nipped her nipples with
my teeth. Then I opened her legs wide. When I dropped to my knees,
her head popped up as I admired her swollen pussy.

"I want to watch you do it," she
whispered.

I kissed her inner thighs first,
and she shuddered with satisfaction, then I parted her lips and
swirled my tongue over her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her
head, and she began pushing harder onto my face, rocking her hips
as I licked and teased her.

"Oh. My. God," she said, and I
could taste the orgasm building.

Before she came, I lay back on the
bed and told her to get on top of me. She didn't hesitate and
slipped herself slowly on top of my dick. I moaned and grabbed her
ass as she rode me from the tip all the way to the bottom. I began
touching her clit with my thumb, and she wildly picked up the
rhythm.

"I'm about to . . ." As she came
and throbbed on my dick, I thrust deep inside of her. She rested on
top of my chest and kissed my mouth. "I want you deep inside of
me," she whispered and rolled off of me.