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  THE MONSTER'S DEFILED SEX SLAVE:

  Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3

  By

  Bree Bellucci

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  The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave: Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3

  Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Adult Reading Material

  The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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  THE MONSTER'S DEFILED SEX SLAVE:

  Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3

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  “No.” Savannah whispered staring at her phone that she had just dropped into her pasta. “He wouldn’t.” Elijah wouldn’t do that to her. She had just signed herself over to him and he had signed himself over to her. Although now that she thought about it she wasn't positive about the latter. Was he bound to be faithful to her?

  “No, Elijah,” she pleaded quietly as she picked up her phone and wiped the sauce from it. She slowly opened the phone and read the text again hoping that the message had changed.

  -You are nobody. You are nothing but a cunt for Elijah to put his dick into. He doesn’t want to be with sluts who so easily spread their legs for him. Did he tell you he’s at work just now? He’s with me tonight and I’m getting ready to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock. Enjoy your dinner, whore.-

  Savannah didn’t want to over-react, but she felt her breath quickening and her heart start to pound with fear. She had fallen too hard for Elijah, too quickly. He couldn’t do this to her. With shaky fingers she punched out a text to him; she was too afraid to call.

  -Where are you?? Please call me.-

  She swallowed and looked around the table; her appetite had vanished. She pushed back from her seat and the chair scraped loudly across the floor. She paced the large living room, feeling trapped as she quickly moved from one end to the other. Her mind was filled with disgusting images of Elijah with another woman. She grabbed madly at her hair, trying to erase the thoughts.

  It couldn’t be true. She kept checking her phone, willing it to buzz or ring but it was eerily quiet. Had Elijah put it down while some other woman was sucking him off? Did someone else have their lips wrapped around Elijah’s sweet head, sucking at his crown, pleasuring him until he exploded?

  “No!” she yelled loudly, and she clapped her hand over her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. Savannah felt like a caged animal just sitting in the apartment. Instead of doing nothing she decided to work off her anger and fear. She had no idea where Elijah had been called away for work so she couldn’t go check up on him. This was probably for the best, only God could only imagine a crazy paranoid little girl running into an operating room just to satisfy her jealous suspicions.

  She had a sick vision of Elijah holed up in the on-call room getting a blowjob like he was in some bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy. She went into her room, and tore open her drawer of workout clothes and threw on a shirt and yoga pants. She quickly laced up her sneakers and raced out of the apartment.

  Clutching her phone tightly, she burst outside into the warm evening and began to walk south, barely taking in her surroundings. She made her way up town towards Union Square. With each pounding foot against the pavement, she felt a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Would Elijah really use her like this? Was he some type of womanizing man-whore? She certainly could tell he was very experienced in the sack but she didn’t get the impression that he was a player. He seemed way too busy to be juggling multiple women.

  Her frustration was growing by the second, Savannah cut through Union Square, vaguely aware of the band that was playing. What the hell did she know anyway? She was twenty-three years old and had only been in one real relationship. She was not an expert by any means, and she was already in way over her head with Elijah. Tears of hurt and anger leaked down her cheeks and she brushed them away quickly, embarrassed that she was crying in public. She was already attracting a few staring onlookers and she tried not to think about it.

  As she hurried towards the Meatpacking District she suddenly felt her phone buzzing. It was Elijah calling her. Excitement and anxiety flushed through her veins, she tried to steady her voice and compose herself. She moved off the sidewalk and into an alcove to get out of the way, she took a deep breath before accepting the call.

  “Hello?” Her voice sounded raspy and shaky.

  “Savannah? Are you okay?” Elijah’s voice was warm and filled with concern. Just the sound of his familiar voice made Savannah want to fall to the ground and weep.

  “No, I am not okay,” she snapped in a somewhat steady voice. “Where the hell are you?”

  “I told you. I had to work. I’m at the hospital. What is this about? Did you like the dinner?”

  Savannah took a deep breath, trying to focus. “The dinner was lovely. Elijah. What I didn’t appreciate was the anonymous text that came through just as I was about to start eating. Whomever it was said that I was nothing but a cunt for you to use and they were getting ready to suck you off.”

  Savannah heard the rush of air leave Elijah before he spoke. “What?” he practically growled.

  “Yes. I got it immediately after your text. The person referenced that you had just texted me and that you weren’t really at work but with her.” She sniffed, unable to hide the fact that she was crying. She hated sounding weak in front of Elijah.

  “Savannah, I promise you that I am at work,” he said sincerely, his voice filled with the passion that Savannah had come to know. “When I sent you that text I was at the nurse’s station reading over charts before I entered a patient’s room. I promise you that there is no one else. You are the only woman who is sucking me off.”

  Savannah heard some shuffling and then Elijah spoke again.

  “I am so hard for you, Savannah,” his voice was soft and sensual, it reminded Savannah of the hot sex that she now desperately craved from him. “I’ve been thinking about you and your body non-stop. Imagining how you milked my cock this afternoon, making me come so hard in your mouth. It’s only you, Savannah. I want to take you back to my cottage and fuck you again and again until my cock is imprinted on your pussy.”

  Savannah sank to the ground, filled with relief. There was no one else.

  “But then who was it Elijah? Who had my number? Who was messing with me? How did they know you just texted me?”

  “I have an idea,” he said darkly, “and I’m going to take care of it as soon as I hang up. I don’t want you to worry about this for one more minute, do you understand?”

  Savannah had a million other questions but Elijah’s voice demanded obedience.

  “Savannah, promise me that you will let this go.”

  “I’ll try,” she said honestly. Suddenly a fire truck raced by, it’s sirens blaring loudly.

  “Where are you?” Elijah’s voice was now harsh. Savannah suddenly was afraid to tell him where she was.

  “I’m in the Meatpacking District. I needed to get out of the house.”

  “The Meatpacking District? For god’s sake, get home and try to stay out of trouble!” He reprimanded. “Did you even enjoy any of the meal?”

  “N
ot really.” Savannah suddenly felt very foolish.

  “Savannah O’Hara, get your sweet little ass home and stay inside. I don’t want you out trolling the streets alone. And go eat something. You’re going to need all the energy you can get, once I come for you later.”

  Elijah's orders were evoking a range of emotions in her. At first she felt annoyed and resentful over the fact that Elijah was ordering her around; she could do whatever she damned well pleased and go anywhere she liked. However she did feel guilty for not enjoying Elijah’s dinner earlier, it was such a nice gesture.

  She also felt hot, unbridled lust for the dirty things Elijah was planning on doing to her. The thought of seeing Elijah later tonight lifted her spirits immensely, and she felt like in that moment she would do anything Elijah asked of her from now on.

  “Okay. I’m going to go home and shower and then enjoy the delicious meal you sent over. I’m still upset that someone would harass me like that, but I guess I’m going to have to trust you to handle it.” She was already making her way down Hudson Street to get back to her apartment.

  “Baby, you’ll soon learn that I handle everything.” Elijah’s tone was confident and authoritative and it sent shivers down her spine. She knew that Elijah was the type of person that you didn’t want to cross.

  Before hanging up, Elijah said he would call when he was leaving the hospital, and his car would come for Savannah before taking them both out to Greenwich. Savannah decided that it would be wise to pack a bag for the things that she would need the next day. She felt guilty that she wouldn’t be around when Sage got in. She wanted to give Sage the full scoop on Elijah, but it would have to wait and surely Sage would understand.

  Savannah entered her apartment and made a beeline for the shower, stripping off her sweaty workout clothes and tossing them along the hallway. Once she was fresh and showered, she pulled on some comfy sweats before moving back to her untouched dinner.

  She had to warm most of the food in the microwave, but everything was still delicious and she ate nearly three plates of pasta. After she had had her fill, she cleared everything away, placing the large amounts of leftovers in plastic containers so Sage could enjoy more later. The clean up was mind-numbing work which, after today's exiting events, is exactly what Savannah needed. She let her mind wander as she mechanically scraped food, sealed containers and cleaned dishes. She was still feeling restless and once she had the kitchen practically sparkling, she moved into the living room.

  Something about being involved with Elijah made her anxious. She couldn’t just flop down on the couch and watch TV or pick up a book, her mind wandered too much. She had the sudden urge to touch herself every time she thought of Elijah, but she knew he would take care of her tonight and she didn’t want to ruin the buildup.

  "We'll save that for later," she said to herself out loud.

  Instead, she walked over to the small staircase that led upstairs to the roof. Sage and Savannah lived in a "top unit" and incidentally had access to the roof, which for them was the icing on the cake for such a beautiful living space.

  Savannah walked out onto the roof and sighed as she sank down into one of the comfy chairs. She stared around at the buzzing city, something about the constant chaos was calming to her. She found it funny that the hustle and bustle of New York City was able to calm the storm inside her. Perhaps it was simply witnessing something so much greater than herself that reeled her bank into reality.

  She trusted Elijah, yet something still didn’t feel right about that text. What made Elijah have an idea of who could be harassing her? Savannah sat there on the roof, thinking about everything, until the sun had gone down and the twinkling city lights had appeared. Savannah retired back inside and she started to put together an overnight bag to take to Elijah’s. Just as she was throwing in her last pair of shoes, another text came through.

  -On my way. Be there in 10. No panties.-

  Savannah smiled coyly at his request and quickly changed her clothes. She put on a bra and a short and simply cut teal dress. It was flattering and sexy with an alluring view of her cleavage but it was long enough to still be classy. She felt herself begin to moisten between the legs as she imagined what Elijah had in store for her this evening. She scrawled a quick apology note to Sage and told her to help herself to the leftovers. Then she grabbed her bag and went to wait on the steps outside the building.

  Minutes later, a dark sedan pulled up and Savannah couldn’t help but feel like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex In The City. Savannah’s own Mr. Big stepped out and she was instantly filled with unbridled lust at the sight of his sexy body. He was dressed in his work clothes from earlier, but his hair was slightly disheveled. Elijah grinned a sexy, lopsided boyish grin at her and Savannah ran right into his arms, squeezing his torso tightly.

  “Fuck, I missed you,” he breathed into her hair, deeply inhaling her freshly-showered scent.

  “Missed you more.”

  “I hardly doubt that. Get in the car before I fuck you right here in front of all your neighbors.”

  Excited at the prospect, Savannah clambered into the sedan as Elijah followed suit.

  “You look good enough to eat,” he appraised, instantly running his hands up and down her thigh. “You’re all I’ve been thinking about it.”

  “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

  Elijah grabbed her face tightly and looked into her eyes. “I am so sorry about earlier. I saw the text you received, and I’m disgusted. I took care of it.”

  Savannah searched Elijah’s beautiful blue eyes for any sign of dishonesty, but she saw none.

  “Please, Elijah. I need more info. What was that about?”

  He sighed deeply and pushed his hand under Savannah’s skirt.

  “Don’t try to distract me.” She moaned.

  “But distracting you feels so good.”

  “Answer my question.”

  “It was another doctor – a woman who has been coming on to me since I moved here; she’s been pursuing me for weeks.”

  “But how did she have my number? How did she text me?”

  Elijah pushed his hand further up Savannah’s dress and she felt his fingertips just reach her pussy. Elijah smiled and gently rubbed against her bare skin.

  “I made the mistake of telling her that I had sent over a lovely dinner to a beautiful woman I was interested in. We were getting ready to go into surgery and she was standing next to me as I texted you. I then stupidly left my phone on the counter as I moved a few feet over to read a chart. She quickly looked at the text I sent you, and then copied the number. She texted you right afterwards and then we moved into surgery. I had no idea.”

  “And this woman….who is she?”

  “Jesus, Savannah, does it matter?” Elijah pulled his hand out from her dress. “I told you it’s taken care of. Do you trust me?” His eyes were hard and he looked genuinely frustrated. Savannah could tell that he had shut down now, his normally warm and caring eyes were now guarded.

  “Yes, of course I trust you, Elijah. I just don’t like being harassed.”

  Elijah pulled her tightly to him as they made their way out of the bustling city. “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it like that. Let me make it up to you.”

  Savannah moaned softly as his hand pushed confidently up her dress, moving directly to her aching sex.

  “Yes, Elijah,” she moaned, spreading her legs so he could reach her more easily. Elijah’s fingers roamed over her labia and stopped at her soaking hole, delaying his entry to tease her more.

  “Mmm, please Elijah. Touch me.”

  Smiling wickedly, Elijah opened her delicately, pushing his expert fingers into her soft, wet folds.

  “Oh, Savannah. You’re so ready for me. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me, baby.”

  “I can’t help it.”

  Elijah rubbed her clit gently in small circles, and Savannah felt it swell under his touch. She pushed her hips out towards him, greedily wanting more as
his fingers glided over her folds and caressed her throbbing clit.

  “You are so horny,” he murmured. “You turn me on so much. Your desire for me is so damn arousing. I could make a full time job out of fucking you.”

  “Even that wouldn’t be enough,” Savannah gasped and Elijah groaned at her words as he shoved two fingers inside her slick, tight opening.

  “Ohhhh, Elijah. Yes, that feels so good.”

  “I know how much you like this,” he whispered roughly, as he pushed his fingers in and out of her, increasing his speed as the car sped on through the city streets. Savannah leaned back into the seat, pressing her palms flat into the soft leather seat.

  “You were wise to not wear any panties.”

  Savannah whimpered as Elijah moved his other hand between her legs. One hand caressed her and rubbed her clit as the other hand pushed in and out of her. Savannah was overcome with her need and she clawed at the seat as she pushed her hips up into Elijah’s hands.

  “Look at you. You can’t control yourself,” Elijah said seductively. “I love watching you fall apart under my touch, Savannah. It turns me on so much. You are such a beautiful, sexy woman.”

  Elijah’s hands were relentless, pushing Savannah so close to the edge, rubbing her tight sensitive flesh, and pulling back just before she could explode. Over and over again Elijah brought her to the brink of orgasm, before letting up and denying her the climax she now desperately needed.

  “Elijah. Please. I can’t take it. Let me come!” she cried out.

  Elijah chuckled darkly. “I need you to follow a few instructions first.”

  “Anything! Anything, Elijah! Tell me. Please!”

  “Rub your breasts through your dress.”

  It turned her on that Elijah wanted her to touch herself, Savannah moved her small hands to her breasts, groping them through the material, as she made soft moaning voices.