Eli smacked me again, then lifted the belt from the hook on the wall. Holding me up by the belt, he slung my trembling naked body over his shoulder as casually as he might carry a backpack to school. Eli strode across the cabin, then swung me off his shoulder and pushed me against the opposite wall. Round rays of sunlight shone through the circular cabin windows. He had pushed me against one of the windows, and the light shone from behind me, changing patterns every time my body moved. Through the window, down below, a cottony sheet of silver-white clouds stretched as far as I could see.
Eli’s body crushed into mine, pinning me against the wall. He took my thighs in his hands and spread me into the position he wanted. Despite my bound wrists I was able to lower my arms onto Eli’s broad shoulders. He kissed me, and I could taste my own juices on his tongue. He was stroking himself to hardness and rubbing the bulbous head of his cock against my slit, coating himself with my wetness until his shaft was good and slick.
Eli was ready to fuck me now. He ran the tip of his dick up and down my cleft, parting my outer lips and pushing against my inner ones. My entrance was too small for his magnificent prick. He kept pushing, but he was too big. It was never going to fit.
Eli saw the uncertainty in my eyes.
“Fuck this,” he said. “I’ll make it fit.”
Eli thrust viciously, and it felt like my bones were shifting, like he was breaking me in two. The pain was delirious.
“God, it turns me on when you scream like that,” Eli said.
“It hurts, Daddy,” I cried.
“Good,” he said. “I want it to hurt.”
I thought I was going to burst into tears. I had wanted Eli for so long, but I never thought sex with him would feel this way. Eli eased himself out and then pushed in again, slower this time. Competing with the terrible pain was a strange feeling of fullness that I had never experienced before. I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching around his girth as his cock slid in and out, in and out, penetrating deeper and deeper. The pain slowly melted away and was replaced by another sensation that I enjoyed far more.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Eli growled.
The light was shining through the window past my shoulder and sparking in Eli’s dark eyes. I sighed and moaned, my helpless body moving to his rhythm. I could do this forever. I never realized how incomplete my body had been without Eli’s cock filling me up.
Eli took my ankles in his hands and lifted them wide above my head, and I gasped when his steel plunged even deeper than before. His pace quickened and he was hammering into me, stretching my tightness with his rock-hard cock.
Eli put his hands under my ass, supporting my weight, and I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips. He lifted me off the wall and bounced me on his cock, thrusting with such force my body jolted into the air, only to land hard and fast on his dick, over and over, feeling him each time more deeply than before.
The delicious rhythm of our love never slowed, even when Eli spun me around and let me fall on my knees to the floor. I landed on a soft and fluffy animal-skin rug.
Eli pushed my face into the fluff, forcing me to arch my back to get my ass in the position he wanted as he fucked me from behind. He was burying every inch of his cock into my pussy and I was begging for more. I groaned and let my ass grind into his crotch. To my amazement, he was fucking me even deeper than before. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, the fiction more than I could handle.
Eli spit on my asshole, a vile gesture, but I loved it. His fingers caressed my sphincter, unclenching it. No one had ever touched me there, and I had no idea it would be so sensitive. He spit again and pushed his finger inside me, then another, spreading me, forcing me to submit every last part of my body to the man I loved. My body was shaking and I felt light-headed, the sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. I moaned over and over. The way my body was quivering, I could tell I was building toward climax.
“Not yet,” Eli said. “Wait until I tell you.”
I didn’t think I could wait. It was building and building. I desperately needed release. Oh, please, Eli! Without his permission I was going to explode.
“Now,” he said.
He smacked my ass with his open palm, and the orgasm washed over me in waves of pleasure. I buried my face in the rug and screamed again, my voice echoing through the cabin. The walls of my pussy were constricting and pulsating on Eli’s cock as he thrust savagely inside of me, pounding my ass.
And then I heard a ragged groan as Eli shot me full of his seed.
Unexpectedly, I felt a second orgasm coming on faster than the first. It rocked my body as Eli painted my pussy with his cum. He shot load upon load, emptying himself in me. When Eli was done, he let his cock linger for a moment before he collapsed on the rug beside me, a fulfilled sigh escaping his lips.
I was sweaty and tired and my pussy was delightfully sore. I smiled as I felt Eli’s cum trickling down my pussy, spilling onto my thigh. I wondered if some of Eli’s seed had found its purchase deep inside me. I hoped so. I would be happy to give Eli as many children as he wanted.
Eli gently rolled me onto my side and spooned me, his arm thrown over my shoulder and cozily weighing me down. My body fit perfectly in his much larger one. Eli was propped on one elbow, and he ran his fingers through my hair. I murmured contentedly.
“So,” Eli said. “About those secrets.”
“Hmm?” I said, barely listening.
“You owe me an explanation,” he said. “You did kill my wife, after all.”
“Oh, that,” I said, feeling less contented by the second. “Can’t we savor the moment for a while longer? This was my first time, after all. It’s a lot to process.”
“No, Avery,” he said. “We can’t wait. Now spill it.”
12.
I rolled over so I was facing Eli.
“I’ll tell you everything you want to know,” I said, “but you have to promise to fuck me again when I’m done. And then you’re going to tell me your secret. And then you’re going to find some clothes for me to wear. These curves are for your eyes only. Not that Henry wouldn’t mind a peak.”
Eli grinned.
“I’m sure Henry would enjoy the view very much,” Eli said. “You’ve got a deal.”
Eli grabbed a small blanket from the couch and threw it over my naked body, then lay back and waited for my story. I took a deep breath, not sure where to begin, not sure how Eli would react when he knew the truth about the horrible thing I had done.
I remembered the first time I had tried to confess to Eli, that evening at the Rutherford chateau. He was so angry he tried to choke me on his dong.
I thrilled at the memory of his stiff cock sliding down my throat, but he had already pushed me to my body’s limits. I wasn’t sure I could handle more severe punishment.
“I killed her three weeks before her house burned down,” I said.
“Jesus,” Eli muttered.
“Just listen,” I said. “There’s more to it than that. You need to hear the whole story.”
I began to speak as if in a trance. The words had been pent up inside of me for so long, weighing me down, and now they spilled forth. It was a relief to get everything off my chest for the first time.
It had started with a barrage of odd text messages from my mother. I was at school. The texts were an unwelcome surprise, because Mama and I had not been in communication for months, ever since she left our mansion for the guest cottage on the edge of the Rutherford estate.
In the text messages, Mama told me I needed to come see her that evening. If I refused, then something terrible would happen. She was rattling off horrible insults about Eli and threatening to ruin him. I figured she was bluffing and I tried to ignore her, but the messages kept coming. Finally during my lunch period I broke down and replied. I told her I would come to her immediately after cheerleading practice.
By the time I pulled up to her cottage it was nearly dark outside. I remember feeling a chill as I approached her front door.
I found Mama lying in bed. She looked terrible. She sat up and glared at me, and I couldn’t help but shudder and avert my eyes. Mama’s face was terribly disfigured from so many cosmetic procedures gone wrong. She resembled a clown whose skin had begun to melt.
“Come here, Avery,” Mama said. When I hesitated, she made an impatient noise. “Oh, for the love of God, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to look at you.”
I took a few steps forward, stopping just out of reach.
“Look at you,” Mama said. “So young, so pretty. Got your whole life ahead of you. Your birthday is coming up in a few months. Yes, I remembered. Then you’ll be eighteen, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want. You’re just waiting for that day so you can be rid of me, aren’t you?”
“That’s not true, Mama.”
“Nonsense,” she snarled. “Well, you can have your birthday present early this year. I’m through with you.”
Mama snatched a large pill bottle from her nightstand and tossed down its contents. She drank as many pills as she could and chewed the rest, the white medicine mixing with her drool and dribbling from her lips. When she was done, Mama dropped the bottle and sneered at me.
“I have the most trouble sleeping these days,” she said. “So much on my mind. The normal stuff doesn’t work, so my doctor prescribed something a little stronger.”
“Mama, how many pills were in that bottle?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Thirty, perhaps forty. Soon I’ll drift off to sleep, an eternal sleep, and you’ll never be troubled by your own mother again.”
Mama let her resentment spew for another couple of minutes, even after she had leaned back against her pillow, unable to hold up her head. “What you always wanted,” she said, her voice going drowsy. “Ungrateful …”
Mama couldn’t keep her eyes open.
“If you love me,” Mama said, coming in and out of consciousness, “ambulance … pump my stomach …”
I realized what was happening. If I didn’t call 9-1-1, then Mama was never going to wake up from her overdose. She had never wanted to die in the first place. It was a cry for help and a way to get petty revenge.
My phone was in my pocket. I could have reached for it, but I didn’t. I stood beside her bed and watched her as her breathing became heavy and she began to snore. Then I slipped away from her house, drove to the mansion on the other side of the property, and enjoyed a nice, quiet meal with my stepfather.
If I remember correctly, Maurice served oysters Rockefeller and a side of french fries. To my relief, but not my surprise, the subject of my mother never came up.
13.
Eli held me tightly as I told him about Mama’s death. Our naked bodies were entwined on the cabin floor of his jet, thousands of feet above the earth.
“That’s a sad story,” Eli said, “but it doesn’t explain the house fire. It doesn’t explain your mama’s blood found in the kitchen, either.”
“Let me finish, Eli,” I said. “You haven’t heard all of it.”
“Then go on,” he said.
“A week went by, and then two more. I was afraid to go back to Mama’s, afraid of what I’d find in her bed. When Maurice asked if I had heard from her anytime recently, I panicked and spilled everything.”
“You felt you could tell Maurice but not me?” Eli asked.
“Maurice warned me not to mention a word to you. He said that if you knew what I had done, you’d hate me for it, that you’d kick me out and never want to see me again. Maurice said he would handle the ‘indiscretion,’ as he called it, and he told me to pretend like nothing had ever happened.”
Eli was beginning to understand. “So Maurice disposed of the body, and he burned the house down for good measure,” Eli said, piecing together the obvious. “That crafty son of a bitch.”
“I’m sorry, Eli,” I cried. “I’m so sorry. I thought I could trust Maurice. I never knew he was planning to steal the entire family fortune.”
I felt Eli’s body tense. He lifted his arm from my shoulder and let it fall to his side.
“Avery,” he said. “You could have come forward at any time. The arrest, the trial. You let me go to prison, for Christ’s sake.”
“It’s all my fault, I know that. I am so ashamed,” I said. “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing your love. That’s the only reason I didn’t tell you.”
By now I was crying. Tears were running down my cheeks and dampening the floor.
“If you never want to see me again,” I said between sobs, “I couldn’t bear it. But I would understand.”
Eli pulled me into his chest and I wailed, unable to control my emotions. He caressed my back as he held me close.
“There, there,” he said. “You know I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Avery. There is nothing you could do to make me love you any less.”
Eli lifted my chin to his, and his lips nuzzled mine. His kiss was soft and sweet and just what I needed.
“Even if I had known the truth all along,” Eli said, “I would have gone to prison all over again. Just to spare you a moment of grief. We’ve all made mistakes, and with time I will start to trust you again. But there’s one thing you need to know.”
Eli locked eyes with mine, staring intensely.
“Avery, you did not kill your mother,” he said.
“But I didn’t help her. I let her die.”
“Stop it,” Eli said, his grip tightening on my upper arm. “Listen to me. You did not kill your mother. You did not feed her those pills. She killed herself, and you have to accept that. If you keep blaming yourself for your mother’s actions, you’re going to carry that guilt for the rest of your life. And I won’t stand for it.
“Anyway,” Eli threw in for good measure, “I’m glad the bitch is gone. I would have watched her die, too.”
Eli’s words were modest comfort. Maybe in time I would learn to forgive myself. Eli still hadn’t told me his confession, which had been our agreement, but at the moment I was in no mood for additional secrets. Eli repositioned the blanket over my shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around me. I was rocked to sleep by the beat of his heart.
Soon we would reach our new home, and Eli and I would begin the rest of our lives together.
14.
When I wakened from my nap I opened my eyes and saw that Eli had been watching me sleep. I smiled and so did he. He kissed my cheek and then my lips.
“I love to watch you sleep,” he said. “It’s nice to lie beside you for a while and not have to listen to a single word of sass.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I said. “I talk in my sleep, you know.”
“Time to put you in your place,” he growled.
Eli grabbed me playfully and drew me into his embrace. We kissed, gently at first, then with more passion. His hand slid down my back and took in a handful of my ass. He squeezed. I gasped, thrilled by his touch, realizing I was instantly wet.
He rolled me on my back and suckled my breast, and a gentle moan escaped my lips as he massaged my delicate mound, his fingers parting my folds and pushing inside, feeling and probing my most private places. My body trembled at his touch and I bit my lip to stifle another moan.
Eli spread my legs and stroked himself, then slapped my tummy with his manhood. I could feel his balls brushing against my slit, and I could see the tip of his cock at my belly button. My eyes widened with amazement. I couldn’t believe Eli was able to fit such an enormous cock all the way inside of me. But he did, and it was the most beautiful sensation I had ever experienced. My pussy was made for Eli’s cock, I realized with a smile.
Eli pinned me to the floor, and I gave myself willingly to him. He fucked me till we both came, and he kissed me again and then Henry’s voice came over the intercom, asking for Eli’s attention.
“Here, put this on,” Eli said, handing me his T-shirt.
“It’s like eight sizes too big,” I complained.
“Wear it like a
dress,” he said. “You’ll look cute, I promise.”
Eli slid into his blue jeans, then kissed me loudly on the top of my head and marched to the cockpit to confer with Henry. I put on Eli’s tee, which fit me like a tent. I found my panties where he had dropped them and took the belt he had used to bind me up, and I tied it around my waist, hoping to keep my shirt from riding up and revealing my panties.
When Eli came back I was on the sofa, snacking on stale peanuts. Eli sat down and put his arm around me.
“Okay, kid,” he said. “You told me your secret. Now it’s my turn. I’m not ashamed of it or anything, but I am showing you a tremendous amount of trust by admitting this to you. You’ve heard of Cuban cigars, right?”
“Sure,” I said, no clue where has going with this.
“And you know the Rutherfords built our fortune in tobacco,” he said.
I nodded.
“Well, did you know there was a time when the Rutherfords were the largest private landowners on the island of Cuba? Right up until the revolution. Fidel Castro took control and booted us out, along with all the other rich white Yanquis. Power to the people, and all that.”
“Okay,” I said.
“This is the bad part. The part that your mother found out about, and threatened to reveal to the world. It probably would have spelled the end of the Rutherford fortune. Well, to get back at Fidel, the United States government imposed a trade embargo that blocked anyone in America from importing Cuban goods. It was meant to cripple the island’s economy and lead to another revolution, this time giving Fidel the boot.”
“Eli, I have no idea where you’re going with this,” I said. “Who cares what happened that long ago?”
“The U.S. government would care very much if it knew the truth. You see, the government just thinks we lost all our land in Cuba. The truth is we got it all back.
“My grandpa worked out a little deal with the Castro regime. In exchange for returning all of our lands and other holdings to us, we would secretly import substantial quantities of Cuban tobacco, allowing Cuba to prop up its supposedly socialist economy. Meanwhile, the Rutherfords secured a steady stream of high-quality and tax-free longleaf tobacco. The good stuff. We grew it in Cuba, rolled it in Cuba, shipped it to the Dominican Republic, slapped a new label on the packaging and freighted it back to the United States.
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