Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance (7 page)

11.

Eli peeled off his shirt, revealing his
delicious chest and abs. He was still wearing his jeans and nothing else. He
kissed my breasts,
then
kissed my tummy. His head
moved down, down, to the place I wanted him the most. It was finally happening.
I was so overwhelmed by Eli’s touch, but I became self-conscious, too. I hadn’t
showered or trimmed in several days. What if I was a ripe mess down there?

Eli spread my legs wide open, and I was on full
display for him. I waited anxiously for him to make his move. The suspense was
killing me. I wanted him to do something, anything.

“God, Avery,” he said. “You are more perfect
than I imagined. I’ve never seen a cunt I wanted more than this one.”

Eli pushed my legs higher and wider. The motion
swung me backward until my butt was jammed against the wall of the cabin. My
ass hit the wall with a smack that echoed through the plane. Suddenly Eli stood
up, glanced around the cabin, then took my left ankle, raised it high, and
looped a seat belt around it, fastening a crude stirrup that stretched me even
wider.

Now
I was tied by my wrists
and one ankle
. Eli held my other leg in his firm grasp. No part of my
body was free.

He lowered his head again, and I felt Eli’s nose
moving up and down, grazing the delicate lips of my mound as he breathed me in.
The lightness of his touch sent shivers down my spine. I was desperate for more
pressure. His tongue parted my folds, probing inside me, somehow smooth and
rough at the same time, like fine sandpaper. When the tip of his tongue found
my clit a long, low moan escaped my lips.

My clit was pulsating, and my body was
undulating as I arched my hips, trying to push myself harder against Eli’s
tongue, increasing the pressure. His tongue lapped the sensitive areas all
around my hard little nub, then teased and nibbled it, licking circles around
it. He was slow at first, but gaining speed, pressing harder. It drove me wild.
My body was trembling and I couldn’t stop moaning.

As he lapped at my clit, I felt Eli’s finger
probing inside. Then another. He pushed deep into me,
then
curled his fingers, stroking the walls of my pussy. I gasped when he found my
most sensitive spot, and I felt the orgasm building. It seemed like every nerve
in my body, from my head to my toes, was flowing to my pussy. My clit twitched
and pulsed and my body tightened, awaiting the explosion.

“Oh god, Eli! Oh my god!”

I wailed like a banshee. I didn’t even try not
to. I couldn’t help myself.

Suddenly Eli stopped.

“I didn’t tell you to come yet,” he growled.

Eli kicked out of his blue jeans. That
exquisite, semi-hard dick of his swung to and fro from the sudden movement. He
unfastened my ankle from the stirrup and spun me around, the belt pinching my
wrists. I was completely at his mercy. I felt his rough hand fondling the
roundness of my ass, groping, squeezing. I bit my lip to keep from sighing.
Then, where his hand had been, there was nothing but air.

Then it came down hard on my backside.

His palm stung my skin. The pain was delicious.
My breath was ragged but I couldn’t help but smile. I liked being spanked by
Eli.

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.