Evocation (15 page)

She placed her hands on his chest. His body felt hard and warm. She moved them slowly down, savoring the feeling of his nipples as they brushed against her palms. When she reached his hips, she moved back up his sides, slowly, beneath his shirt. Her hands moved across his shoulders, pushing the shirt back, letting it slip down his arms and fall to the floor.

She moved closer to him. Her nipples traced small spirals against his chest. Her hands ran lightly down his arms, circled over his wrists, and back up again. He let out a very soft, nearly imperceptible moan.

The sound excited Eileen. His responses made her feel powerful, sexy, seductive, confident. She let her breasts play against his skin while she ran her fingernails lightly down his back. He shivered, very slightly.

Her fingers followed the line of his hips, just above his pants. When she reached the front, she tugged teasingly at the button, but did not unbutton it. Her hands continued a slow, lazy circuit, up across his stomach, then further up over his chest, until they reached his shoulders. She ran them back down his arms again to his hands. Carefully and deliberately, she took his hands in hers and placed them on her waist.

He leaned forward to kiss her. She moved back, a playful smile on her lips. “No. Your rules, remember?” A small part of her, somewhere in the back of her mind, was surprised by how confident she felt.

Her hands moved down his back again. This time, when they reached the buttons of his pants, she pulled it open. Her fingers worked the zipper. Then, without haste, they moved back up, across his chest, over his shoulders, down his arms. His own hands encircled her waist, fingers stroking her skin.

She repeated the trek again and again, down his back, along his waistband, up his body. Each time, she slipped his pants down just a little bit more, taking his underwear with them. Soon, his semi-erect cock was free.

She altered her path, then. Each time her hands circled toward his penis, she ran her nails along the sides of his cock, just a simple teasing brush, before she scooted his pants down another inch. Slowly, she seduced him with her hands, feeling the places that made him respond and returning to those places time and again.

Finally, his pants lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She knelt in front of him. Her palms slid up and down his inner thighs, avoiding his growing erection. She helped him step out of his pants. When she rose, her hands slid up his legs, along his sides, and all the way up to his neck. Her lips moved close to his. His cock, fully erect, pressed against her.

“Mmm, that is lovely,” he murmured softly, his breath warm on her lips. Her eyes searched his. “You have really turned me on. Do you know what that means?”

She swallowed. He nodded.

He grabbed her upper arms hard. With one powerful shove, he sent her tumbling onto the bed on her back. In a flash, he was on top of her, straddling her. He grabbed her tender breasts, squeezing hard until she cried out.

She pushed his hands away. He grabbed her by the wrists and leaned down to pin them above her head. His face moved down to kiss her. She turned her head aside and squirmed, kicking out at him with both feet.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He forced his knee between hers, opening her legs. One hand released her wrist to grab her lower jaw. He forced her head up to look at him, then kissed her roughly. His tongue invaded her mouth.

She wedged her free hand between them and shoved, hard, levering his body up away from hers. He grabbed her wrist again. The full weight of his body pinned her to the bed. She struggled even more fiercely, fighting to get out from under him. He moved his knee up, pressing it painfully hard against her clit. She cried out again. His hand came off her wrist to clamp tightly over her mouth. He shoved four fingers down her throat, turning the cry into a startled “nnnnfff!”

He pressed his body tightly against hers. “Take it, slut,” he hissed. His legs forced hers wider. She flailed helplessly against his back with her free hand. His cock pressed against her. With a hard, unstoppable shove, he was inside her. Her eyes opened wide. “Nnnnngh!”

The fight drained out of her. He began fucking her roughly, thrusting so strongly that his hips slammed into her with each stroke. She relaxed under him, soft and compliant, accepting his forcefulness, gentle submission under the fierce pounding. Her tongue caressed his fingers. She looked up into his eyes, unresisting, yielding to him. Wetness flowed out of her, around his shaft. Her breathing quickened with the onset of an approaching orgasm.

Without warning, he pulled out of her, so suddenly she gasped. He seized her tightly and twisted her around on her stomach. She scrambled to escape, and managed to make it halfway across the bed before his grip on her wrist brought her up short. He pulled her backward toward him. She kicked out behind her, one foot catching his leg and shoving it from under him. He fell forward on top of her. As she twisted, he grappled her down to the bed, seizing her other wrist. He pulled her hands behind her back, forcing her off-balance, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Before she could right herself, he entered her again from behind, his thick cock forcing deep into her pussy.

“Oh!” she said. She stopped struggling and went still, hands pinned behind her back, partway on her knees, face down over the side of the bed. He used his grasp on her wrists to pull her back onto him, impaling her even more deeply.

He took her that way, fast and hard, until they both screamed. She clenched down powerfully around him when she came. She felt the wet slap of his come gushing into her in answer. He pressed deep, shaking, and held himself there until at last he finished spurting into her.

She slumped limply over the bed when he released her, lacking even the strength to move. It was several long moments before she finally righted herself and turned to face him. His dark brown eyes regarded her warmly. “You came hard, little whore.”

“You forced me.”

“I did. I told you I was going to be rough with you.”

“These things you’re doing to me aren’t right!”

“So you keep saying. And yet they keep making you come. You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you have a dirty little secret.” He leaned forward and kissed her nose. “I think your dirty little secret is that you love being a sex slave. You love every minute of it. The rougher the better.”

“No!”

“No?” His grin grew broader. “Look me in the eyes and tell me it’s not true.”

“It…” Fire colored her cheeks. She looked away.

Anthony chuckled. “That’s what I thought.” With a pat on the rump, he dismissed her. “I’m done with you for the moment. You may get dressed now.”

Later that night, when they went to bed, Anthony placed a pillow on the floor. Eileen knelt without being told. Meekly, she tilted her head up and parted her lips to offer him her mouth. He gripped the sides of her head tightly. “I think I’m still in a mood to be rough,” he said.

Her eyes met his. She nodded, once, just barely. He shoved hard into her mouth, causing her to choke. He offered her no chance to catch her breath, but continued to thrust in and out, his grip on her head preventing escape.

Even under this level of assault, her training still held. She felt herself growing more and more aroused. Her nipples hardened, and her clenching pussy grew moist.

When he came, it was explosive. He didn’t slow his hard thrusts, even as his cock spurted and gushed. She was unable to swallow fast enough to keep up with his ejaculation. Semen spewed from her lips and splattered over her breasts and legs. She whimpered and sputtered, hands on his hips, trying futilely to push him away.

He held her until well after his orgasm had passed. Her struggles gradually subsided. When he slipped out of her mouth, she whimpered but made no more move to escape. Thick white fluid dripped from her lips. She made quiet gagging sounds, repulsed by the taste and feel of his come. He smiled down at her.

“Time for bed, little whore. I need you to do me a favor while I’m at work tomorrow. I’ve made a shopping list for you. You should be able to get all the shopping done before I get home.”

“Are you going to make me wear that…you know, that thing?”

“Of course! That part of your training isn’t finished yet.”

“No!” She blushed. “I can’t! I can’t go out in public with it!”

“Oh?” He looked at her quizzically. “But you already have!”

“That’s different! That was with you. Please, I can’t go out in public like…you know, like that. Not alone.”

“You can. You will.” He led her, still dripping with come, to the bed. “I don’t want to hear any more about it.” With practiced motions, he locked the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, chaining her down for the night. When she was secure, he slipped into the bed behind her. “Good night, my darling slut,” he murmured softly in her ear. “Tomorrow is another day!”

Chapter 14

That Friday started just the same as the day before, without warning about how it would end. Anthony woke Eileen, who rubbed the sleep from her eyes as soon as the cuffs came off her wrists. He stood beside the bed waiting expectantly. She looked at him in confusion. When she realized what he wanted, she blushed and lowered her eyes. Hesitantly, feeling self-conscious, she picked up a pillow and put it on the floor at the foot of the bed. He watched her set a second pillow on the end of the bed. When both were in place, she took the pump bottle marked “anal lube” from the night stand.

Her cheeks burned red as she knelt on the pillow on the floor. Slowly, hands shaking, she pushed slippery lube into her ass. Then, just as slowly, she lowered her face into the other pillow and offered her ass to her husband.

He accepted her offer. She felt him position himself behind her, felt the head of his cock press against her. She moved her hips, grinding against him until she felt him harden. When he was fully erect, she pressed herself onto him, taking him deep. She worked her hips, stroking his cock with her ass, until they came together, the pillow muffling her screams as hot come spurted into her.

When he had removed himself from her, she followed him silently into the bathroom for the second part of the morning’s ritual. In the shower, she soaped herself thoroughly under his gaze. Once she had lathered up, she ran her hands across his body, paying close attention to his reactions, noting every sigh, every tiny tremble.

When she had soaped him thoroughly, she knelt on the floor of the shower to take his cock between her breasts. She squeezed them around it and slid up and down, her eyes never leaving his face, until he hardened again. She moved faster, her wet and soapy skin slippery against his, until his expression changed. A moment later, he cried out. Thick, ropy come spurted across her breasts. Eileen felt contradictory emotions battle inside her—satisfaction at giving him pleasure, disgust at the feel of his semen clinging to her body. She rose and kissed him gently before she rinsed them both clean.

When they had dried off, he returned to the bedroom to get her training device. She stood quietly, legs apart, and allowed him to lock it into place. He dressed quickly for work, but told her to remain naked, just as he had done the day before. They ate breakfast, Anthony clothed and Eileen nude, while the vibrator inside her began its job of pushing and prodding her to sexual arousal.

After breakfast, he kissed her on his way to the door. “You can get dressed now if you like. Don’t forget that you need to go shopping! I’ve left a list for you on the refrigerator door.”

She had no idea, in that moment, how dramatically the rest of the day was about to go wrong.

His car pulled out of the driveway. Eileen ran her hand absently over her breast, remembering the feel of his come spurting on it. The vibrator whirred softly. Her nipple pressed against her palm.

When the buzzing stopped, she shook herself and blinked. Feeling half in a dream, she went into the bedroom to dress. She stood for a long time in front of the dresser, feeling acutely self-conscious again, before she finally chose a simple chemise in deep blue with a plain skirt and shoes. Anthony’s prohibition on wearing any sort of underwear heightened her self-consciousness. The thin chemise draped over her breasts, the thin cloth accentuating her nipples.

She felt strangely disconnected from the image she saw in the mirror. Two months ago, she would never dream of venturing out in public dressed so provocatively, for fear of being branded as a slut, or worse. Now, the woman in the mirror startled her. Her reflection seemed to possess an easy, confident sexiness that Eileen did not feel. Something in the way her reflection stood radiated sultriness.
Is that how other people see me?
Eileen wondered.

The vibrator suddenly started buzzing fast. Eileen gasped and bent over clumsily. In the mirror, her reflection leaned forward seductively, cheeks flush, eyes bright with appetite. Her top fell away, revealing the soft curves of her breasts. Embarrassment rose. Her reflection looked back with obvious lust. Eileen shivered and turned away.

Leaving the house that afternoon was one of the hardest things Eileen could ever remember doing. It took her quite a while to work up the courage to step outside. Before, when Anthony had made her appear in public in such a state, and dressed so indecently, he had been with her, but this was different. Going out into the world like this, on her own, the vibrator buzzing inside her, made her feel vulnerable and exposed in a completely different way. Even when he had cut all the buttons off her shirt and paraded her around nearly topless on a leash, she had not felt so vulnerable.

She did her best to ignore the vibrator’s slow, steady hum during the short drive to the store. The feelings of vulnerability and self-consciousness rose sharply as she walked through the parking lot. By the time she passed through the doors into the store, it seemed that everyone must surely know how aroused she was, and how she was wearing this vibrating thing shoved up inside her sex. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with the other shoppers while she pushed her cart around.

Several times, she found herself stopping in the middle of an aisle, hands gripping the cart until her knuckles turned white, as the vibrator raced inside her. She closed her eyes tightly, praying she would be able to keep from making a sound while her body was driven into a sexual frenzy. When the buzzing stopped, she stood very still, breathing heavily, until the arousal ebbed enough for her to move again.

Eileen wandered the aisles randomly, too lost in her own arousal, too self-consciousness to pay more than a minimum of attention to what she was doing. She found herself retracing her steps repeatedly to find everything on Anthony’s list. Each time someone walked past her, she put one arm protectively over her breasts, trying to conceal the erect nipples that pressed so prominently against her top.

Finally, she had gathered everything she needed. As if with evil intent, the vibrator started running the moment she got into the checkout line, slowly at first. Little by little, while she waited in line, it sped up. She felt a rush between her legs, and the tension and heat started to take hold in her thighs. She closed her eyes tightly and concentrated with all her strength on pushing the feelings away.
Please, please,
she thought,
let me keep it together for just a few more minutes…

“Ma’am?”

She jumped. “Yes?”

The man behind the register gestured to the belt. She realized suddenly that the person in front of her had paid and left, and now the line was waiting for her. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Her cheeks grew red and hot. She unloaded her cart awkwardly.

The vibrator started with a rapid, jarringly intense on-off pulsing. A flash of heat spread through her. The cashier began ringing her up, oblivious to her aching need. She leaned on the counter with both hands. Oh, God, don’t let me moan, please don’t let me moan! she thought.

“Ma’am?”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Ma’am? That’s sixty-four dollars and twenty-three cents.”

She looked up at him. The vibrator switched to its highest speed. Time froze.

Her eyes traveled down his body. He was good-looking, this grocery store cashier; young, no more than twenty-three, with the powerful, athletic body of someone who enjoyed exercise. His light hair was close-cropped, his eyes hazel. Her gaze traveled down his arms to rest on his hands, large and strong.

Her nipples tightened. She felt herself squeeze down involuntarily around the vibrator. An image appeared in her mind, rich and vivid, of the cashier stepping from behind the register, grabbing her arm tightly, dragging her toward the door…

The vibration stopped. She shuddered. The world resumed its normal pace around her.

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry. I’m just…a little distracted today.” She shook her head to clear it. He waited while she fumbled with her purse. A few short moments later, with her bags in the shopping cart, she fled to the car.

She sat there for several minutes, breathing heavily. No matter how much she tried to shake the image from her head, it kept creeping back. His powerful hand wrapping around her upper arm, dragging her outside, ignoring her protests…

She shook her head again. The vibrator remained still. Her heart slowed, the arousal slipping away to a point where she felt like she could think rationally.

She made it all the way home and had opened the trunk to unload the groceries before it started again. This time it ran with a rough, inconstant pattern that alternated between a gentle hum and a hard buzz that rattled all the way through the steel belt. She gasped and nearly sent the groceries tumbling across the garage.

It stopped by the time she reached the kitchen. She started putting the groceries away, and was almost finished when it started up once more, fast and intense. “Unnh!” she cried. Her nipples swelled. The belt carried the vibration straight to her clit. She put one hand on the refrigerator to steady herself. Her other hand crept up to fold around her nipple. The sensation sent a thrill through her body.

The device slowed to a stop, then suddenly switched on at high speed again before she could recover. “Hungh!” she exclaimed. Her hand tightened on her breast. The sensation sucked her breath away.

It gradually slowed until it stopped, then started at full force again. Her vision faded. She stumbled into the living room and sat heavily on the couch. The hard metal belt pressed tightly against her clit. She cried out, eyes closed. Both hands slid up under her chemise to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples sang with energy.

The image of the grocery store clerk returned. She imagined him pulling her from the store, past the startled looks of the customers waiting in line. She fought uselessly against his grip while he dragged her back behind the store. A bank of air conditioners hummed beside the concrete ramps of the loading docks, their great steel doors closed and locked.

“Let go of me!” she cried. He paid no attention. Instead, he pushed her roughly into the corner formed where the ramps jutted out from the wall. The coarse stucco felt warm against her back. With both hands he gripped her chemise. In a single violent motion, he tore it open, exposing her breasts.

Eileen moaned on the couch. Her hands squeezed her breasts tightly. Her fingers stroked her nipples. They seemed to be wired directly to her clitoris; every touch, every pinch made her clit throb and tremble. The images unreeled inexorably in her mind, like a movie she could not turn away from.

A throng of people, customers from inside the store, gathered behind him. Eileen could see them over the cashier’s shoulder. His strong hands gripped her breasts roughly. She cried out in pain. He pushed her firmly against the wall. “You know you want this,” he hissed. Behind him, the people watched curiously.

The vibrator slowed and sped up, over and over. Her fingers flicked her nipples rapidly. Eileen put her feet up on the coffee table, legs spread wide, and moaned steadily. Waves of pleasure spread through her body. Each touch on her nipples was so intense it was almost unbearable.

The scene kept unfolding behind her eyes. The cashier’s hands ran down her body to her skirt. With a powerful yank, he pulled it down to her knees, exposing her in front of the people who had gathered to see what was happening. She tried to force her way past him, to flee for safety, but he moved like lightning. His hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall again. “No,” he said. He leaned in close to her and mashed his lips against hers. She responded without thinking. Her lips parted for him, welcoming his invading tongue.

He whirled her around to face the throng of onlookers. She looked with horror at the strangers all staring at her, eyes glittering with lust. He tore the skirt away from her and threw it to the side, leaving her wearing nothing but the ripped scraps of her chemise. “Do you see?” he said to the gathered throng. “Do you see how much she wants it?” He pinned her wrists behind her back and held her there, exposed openly to their stares.

Eileen’s hands gripped her breasts more tightly. The vibrator ran steadily. She gyrated her hips in the air, panting. The visuals spun on in her mind, so vivid she could almost feel his hands on her wrists.

He pushed her back against the wall, shoving her so hard that she nearly stumbled. His hands pinned her wrists to the wall over her head. “I know you’re wet,” he whispered. One hand held her in place while the other ran down her body, over her breasts, across her mound. Blunt fingers shoved into her. She moaned. He pulled them out of her and held them up. “Do you see how wet she is?” he called.

She tried to protest. He brought his dripping fingers to her lips to silence her. Automatically, without thought, Eileen did as she had been trained to do. She drew them into her mouth, blanching at the taste, running her tongue around them. The people behind her gasped.

The fingers left her mouth. She felt him adjust his position, heard the sound of his zipper lowering. His powerful hands gripped her shoulders. “Don’t move,” he told her. “You want this. We both know it.” In one unstoppable thrust, he entered her hard. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure and pain. He kept her body pinned to the wall while he raped her in front of the store’s customers. She cried out, responding to his thrusts, driving his thick erection deeper. Tears streamed down her face as she came, over and over, her cries of pleasure making it plain how much her body loved what was happening. She stared past his shoulder at the audience, gathered around to watch her be raped, and knew in a secret place inside that their stares only made her body respond that much more.