Slave Girl

by Sam Crescent

  “It wasn’t your fault.”

  “If I hadn’t broken a plate, she wouldn’t have gotten into trouble.”

  “Elenore, slavery is illegal. No one should force people into this life. Your birth should have been registered, your name joining all of the millions and billions of people on this planet. You’re not no one.” He rolled her over and placed a hand over her heart. “I feel that. It’s beating because you’re alive. You’re a living, breathing person, and no one can take that away from you.” He reached down and kissed her lips. “You’re real. You and the people you’ve worked with, they’re not to blame for what happened.”

  “I like it when you kiss me.”

  He pulled back. “Are you changing the subject?”

  “It doesn’t matter if what I do and what I am is right, Raphael. I know there are girls in worse situations than me. Who have to please men every single night. Who give in to their demands.”

  “My father threatened you with that life, didn’t he?”

  “It’s why I’m still a virgin. He called me that. His precious virgin. He was always tempted and would tell me to spread my legs so he could see. I don’t know what he saw but he always liked it. Will you sell me?” she asked.

  “No.”

  “But my virginity?”

  “Will be precious to the man you choose to give it to.” He rested his hand on top of hers.

  “I want to give it to you,” she said.

  “Elenore, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “I do. I want you to fuck me.”

  He pulled away but she grabbed his hand and placed it between her thighs.

  “I’m not stupid. I know what I ask. If … if one day you don’t come home and I’m found, I’d at least like to have this choice of who takes me.”

  “Elenore, you won’t be taken.”

  “Look what happened yesterday. Your father isn’t a good man. You’re precious to him, but he always told me he could father other children.”

  “I know,” he said.

  “If he ever doubts your loyalty, you’ll die. Please, Raphael. All of my life I’ve had choices taken from me. I can’t read or write, or know the time. I’m nothing. I’m no one, but right now, I would love nothing more than to be your Elenore.”

  “You are my Elenore.”

  “Then please, show me how good it can be. How it doesn’t always have to hurt.”

  He should climb out of bed as if nothing happened. As if she didn’t look at him with those big, brown eyes, and beg him sweetly to be more, to have more.

  Instead, he pulled the blanket away from her body. “If I do anything you don’t like, you’ll tell me to stop.”

  “You’re not going to do anything wrong. I know it.”

  He eased her shirt up over her head. She lifted her arms and he tossed it aside, running his hands up her body. She had nice, big tits, a small waist, and thick hips. He caressed down her body, cupping those hips, feeling them in his palm, more than a handful but something to hold on to.

  He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit to wanting this woman. He did. She was like an addiction he couldn’t get rid of. All he wanted was to drown in every single part of her.

  He moved between her spread legs, tugging down the pants that molded to her hips. He pulled them off her in one easy stroke and spread her open. She didn’t wear any underwear. He still needed to go shopping for her.

  Her legs were flat to the bed and he lifted them up so he could put his hands on her knees and spread them open. Her pussy looked slick already.

  Slowly, he stroked her knees then glided down, going to her pussy but not touching her. He stroked over her fine hairs before pulling back.

  He wasn’t going to fuck her this morning. He was going to show her something else.

  Kissing her knee, he followed the path between her thighs, hovering over her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m going to taste you.”

  “Men don’t do that.”

  “No, men like my father don’t do that, but I’m not my father. You’re going to have to trust me. Do you?”

  She nodded her head.

  “Good, because your pussy looks really nice and sweet and I want a taste. Do you have a problem with me trying you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Relax, Elenore. You’re going to enjoy this.”

  Using the tips of his fingers, he opened the lips of her sex. Sliding his tongue between her slit, he tasted her for the first time. She was way too tense and he intended to make her relax, to trust him.

  Pressing his face against her pussy, he moved his hands to cup her ass, holding her against his face, and he ate her pussy. Licking, sucking, biting, just enough to cause her immense pleasure.

  He didn’t want her worrying about a strike or any kind of pain while she was in his bed. This wasn’t about hurting her, but about filling her with joy, basking in it. Sex could be enjoyable and that was all he wanted her to feel and to know.

  Sliding his tongue down to her untouched entrance, he circled her and pulled back, sucking her clit into his mouth. She moaned his name, the sound echoing around the room.

  His cock was already hard as rock. It would be so easy for him to slide between her spread thighs, fuck her hard, and take her like he’d never taken anyone else before, but he took his time, relishing her cries, the pleasure he drew from her body.

  He would have to take care of himself later. Her first time wasn’t going to be a quick morning fuck.

  Circling her clit, he devoted plenty of time and attention to the nub, working her pussy until she came, and she did so with a cry, thrusting her pelvis up against his face. She tasted amazing and he rocked out her orgasm, waiting for each tiny ripple and explosion.

  He’d given women plenty of orgasms, but none of them had ever come close to being this open, this willing, and for that, he was never going to forget this one.

  Kissing her clit, he smiled at her.

  “That wasn’t sex,” she said.

  “No, that was an orgasm.” He kissed her lips. “And I’m willing to give you them every single time you want one.” Staring down at her flushed face, he laughed. She looked completely exhausted. “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll let you enjoy this and then I’ll make us both some breakfast.”

  Leaving her on the bed, he went into the shower. He turned the water to freezing and stepped beneath the waves. After a few short minutes, nothing happened. Her taste was still on his tongue, and he ached for her in the most delicious of ways. Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he began to work the length, moving up and down, drawing himself closer to orgasm. He thought about her pretty cunt. How open it would be and how much he wanted to claim her virginity for his own, but he didn’t want to let her go.

  Elenore didn’t know that one of the choices he wanted to give her was to belong to him in every single way. To be his wife, the mother of his children. If she agreed, it meant she would never really know true freedom. She’d be bound to this life, to him. To the son of the man who took her, who made her life a misery, and part of him was afraid her answer would be to run as far as she could get from him.

  ****

  After breakfast, like every single morning, Raphael had to leave. Elenore hated seeing him going, but today, she wondered why he hadn’t slept with her, hadn’t taken her virginity. She knew what sex was. His father had made sure she watched so she knew what was coming to her. What he expected from her.

  None of it had ever looked fun. The women she’d been forced to watch hadn’t been prepared. When he fucked them, they’d always looked in pain.

  Don’t think about it, Elenore.

  She smiled. She no longer thought of herself as Useless. She was Elenore.

  Going to the fridge, she did have every intention of making a meal for Raphael when he came home, but with the worry of anyone breaking into his home, she closed the fridge, stepped back as if it was cursed, and moved
to the sofa.

  He hadn’t fucked her. Raphael had put his tongue between her legs.

  Squeezing her thighs together, she moaned at the pleasure rushing over her. She didn’t know it could feel like that.

  No one was around. She placed a hand between her thighs, touching herself. The pressure made her gasp. It felt really good. Removing her hand, she stood up and started to pace.

  Sex. Fucking. Pleasure. She had always abhorred the very words because they meant pain. They meant she was going to suffer.

  Now, she wanted Raphael to come back. To show her what her body was telling her to do. Her breasts felt heavy. The nipples pointed. She poked at them, but they stayed in hard points.

  The day seemed to slow down, almost as if it knew she was desperate for his return but wouldn’t let her enjoy it. By the time he walked through the door, she felt crazy, insane.

  He held several boxes in his arms. She helped take them from him, putting them down on the floor.

  “What is this?” she asked as he closed and locked the door.

  “What’s what?”

  She pointed at her breasts so he saw.

  “Your tits?” He frowned.

  “They’re pointed and they won’t go down no matter what I do. Why won’t they?” She pointed at them again. “They’re staying like that. Why?”

  “It’s what nipples do when they’re aroused,” he said.

  “I’m also wet,” she said. “Between my thighs. Why?”

  “You’re aroused.”

  “I’ve been like it all day.” She looked at him. “I’ve never felt this way. What did you do to me?”

  “I didn’t do anything to you. Your body, it wants to fuck.”

  She clenched her hands into fists. “I’ve never wanted to do that.”

  He stepped closer to her. “Do you like it when I’m close?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your body is responding to me. It likes me and it likes when I’m close.” He tucked some hair behind her ear. “You’ve been wanting me all day.” He pressed her against the wall. She didn’t fight him. Her heart raced but this wasn’t fear. This was something else. Something better, more potent. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  “No.”

  He shoved his hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants and as he cupped her, she cried out.

  “Fuck, you are wet. Have you been thinking about me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you like my mouth on your pretty pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want it again?”

  “Yes.”

  “Take off your pants.”

  She pushed them off, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.

  “Now your shirt.”

  She tugged it up and over her head.

  Elenore cried out. The moment she exposed herself to him, his tongue was on her breasts.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she said, gasping.

  “Whatever feels right and good. Do what you like and enjoy.”

  She sank her fingers into his hair, rocking her body up to meet his. She went on her tiptoes.

  The hand on her pussy didn’t move. His fingers stroked between her slit, touching her clit. Two of them, rubbing against her. “Please, Raphael,” she said.

  “Do you have any idea what it is you’re doing to me?” he asked. “How hard you’re making this for me? I want to be the better person. To give you a chance. Your virginity should be given to someone you care about.”

  “What about yours?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “Did you give your virginity to someone you cared about?”

  “No. It’s different for men.”

  “I care about you, Raphael. I want you to have it. This is my choice. I know you don’t want to take it.”

  He slammed his hand against the wall near her head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I want it, Elenore. I want to see your virgin blood all over my cock. To know I’ve been the only man truly inside you. I want to wipe all traces of my father so you never have to think of your body and him in the same sentence. What you need to understand is I don’t want just one time with you. I want it fucking all. I’ve been craving you for as long as I remember. I’m not a good man. Any other woman, I’d have left to bleed out on the floor. You’re different. You’re mine. You belong to me and have from the first moment I saw you. You’re the reason I’m doing all of this. There’s no one else I want.”

  His revelation shocked her.

  There were times in his father’s house she caught him watching her, but she always figured he was trying to catch her doing something wrong or trap her into doing something that would get her hurt.

  “Then take me, Raphael. I’m all yours for the taking and you’re the one I want to be with. Please, take what I’m giving you. What I’m offering.”

  They both stood, panting. Neither of them moving.

  She’d thrown caution to the wind, and now she was at his mercy, having to deal with whatever he wanted to dish out.

  Biting her lip, she waited. She’d made a big mistake.

  Elenore let out a cry as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She stared at his ass. He held her steady as he carried her all the way to his bedroom. Once inside, he placed her on the edge of the bed.

  Neither of them spoke as he removed his clothing. Each item dropping to the floor until he stood before her completely naked, open, exposed.

  This was it.

  Raphael wasn’t in any rush, though. He knelt on the floor, pushed her back, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and his mouth danced across her heated flesh, licking and sucking at her pussy, like he had done this morning.

  Closing her eyes, she let herself go, falling into an orgasm similar to this morning, just as powerful. Her body seemed like jelly as he moved her up the bed. She opened her eyes and saw his face covered in her arousal.

  He moved between her spread thighs. The tip of him grazed across her clit, going to her entrance. She looked into his eyes, so startling blue.

  This was it.

  He was about to take the one part of her so many men were supposed to love. Who wanted to pay a fortune to own, to claim and to use as they saw fit. She’d grown tired of the threat of it. Her virginity would belong to Raphael. He’d remember this moment, and she’d take it with her, no matter how long she lived.

  This was her one and only choice. The first one she’d ever made. She had no doubts.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Elenore, this is your last fucking chance.”

  “I’m yours, Raphael.”

  He surged forward, slamming in deep, tearing through her virginity and claiming her as his. The pain she expected, but the feeling that swept over her took her completely by surprise.

  Chapter Seven

  Raphael had promised to never hurt her and now he felt like a fucking monster because he’d done those things. He’d hurt her. He hated himself.

  Filling up the tub, he stared down at his cock. It was still slightly hard. He’d come deep inside her pussy. She didn’t have any protection and he hadn’t worn a condom as he didn’t want anything to come between them. Semen and blood coated his cock.

  She’d screamed his name.

  Her nails sinking into the flesh of his back.

  He filled her pussy and stayed perfectly still, waiting for her to get accustomed to him. Tears had filled her eyes. He’d watched them run down her cheeks, into her hair.

  He’d been the monster who caused it.

  Adding some bath salts to the tub, he ran his hands through the warm water, wanting it to be the perfect temperature. Once he was happy, he went back into the bedroom. Elenore was on her feet and trying to take the sheet from the bed.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “It’s dirty.”

  “I’ll fix it,” he said. He took her into his arms. He expected her to push him away, bu
t she wrapped her arms around him.

  “I didn’t know it would get dirty. I’m sorry.

  “Blood and semen, Elenore. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. You’re sore.” He didn’t make it a question. Picking her up in his arms, he loved it as she scrambled to try to hold on to him as if he’d drop her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m taking care of you.” He lowered her into the water. “I’ll be back. Just rest. Stop worrying.” He kissed her head and went back to the bedroom. Blood and semen were on the sheet.

  He lifted it up and took it to his laundry room. He’d never been with a virgin before and he’d never be with another woman again.

  Being inside Elenore had cemented the last of his willpower. There was no one else he wanted. Against all odds, Raphael Giavanni had fallen in love. He hadn’t expected it to happen. Far from it. He didn’t think love existed. He’d seen couples during his life but there was always an agenda. Always some kind of fucked-up reason to be together.

  This running through his heart, it wasn’t just blood, it was a feeling.

  He loved her. He was in love with a slave girl.

  His father would have her whipped and killed for this. Giavanni would be convinced she’d made his son weak.

  No, these feelings, made him strong.

  After putting a fresh, clean sheet on the bed, he made his way back into the bathroom. Elenore was sitting up.

  “You’re supposed to be relaxing.” He climbed into the tub behind her. “It looks like I’m going to have to be careful when it comes to you. Make you do things rather than expect you to follow instructions.” He wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to relax against him. At first, she was tense in his arms.

  He waited patiently for her to let go. When she did, he settled back, allowing the water to do its magic.

  “Will it always hurt?” she asked.

  “No.”

  “Why did it hurt?”

  “On their first time, women experience pain. Breaking some flesh is the cause.”

  “Did you feel pain?”

  “No.”

  “On your first time?”

  “No.”

  “So not fair.”

  He laughed. “Don’t worry. You’ll be sore for a couple of days and it’ll ease.”