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

by Bree Bellucci

  Once he was completely inside her, he began to move in and out with shallow thrusts, driving Savannah wild as her body stretched to welcome him. He shoved deeply inside her, she clenched her vaginal muscles, gripping his cock tightly and pulling him in closer.

  “Fuck, Savannah your tight little cunt is milking me again... I want you to cum first.”

  Savannah surrendered, desperate for Elijah to make her climax. Picking up speed, Elijah began ramming into her, he then cupped his large hands around her buttocks, angling her hips and increasing the depth of penetration. His cock was pressing directly along her pleasure spot now, each thrust in and out sent waves of pleasure through her body, intensifying her buildup and making her desperate for more.

  “Please! Elijah! Right there! Don’t stop.”

  Encouraged by her words, Elijah picked up his pace, his large body pressing her firmly into the bed as he fucked Savannah hard and fast. Release washed over Savannah like a tidal wave and she came again and again as pleasure quaked through her body. Elijah could feel her insides trembling and quivering against his member. She gasped and moaned as her hands grasped at Elijah’s solid body. Elijah, too, cried out, plunging into her as he came again, filling her pussy until he was thoroughly empty and completely exhausted.

  They lay together in their post-coital state for some time, gently rubbing each other’s bare skin and murmuring soft words of how amazing the other person felt. After a while, Elijah rose.

  “We should get dressed. As much as I love fucking you in this dimension, but we both have to work tomorrow.”

  Savannah sat up and nearly screamed as she saw Liaya, Chita’s sister, standing in the doorway. Her hair was just as wildly curly as it had been the previous night, and her wide eyes greedily drank in Elijah’s tall and muscular frame. She was dressed in only a black bra and panties.

  “Master,” she purred, walking into the room slowly, her body fluid like a cat. “Let me finish pleasing you as your human has not.” She bared her teeth at Savannah in a blatant act of aggression.

  Elijah leaped towards her, a growl rising from deep in his chest. “She is not like other humans!” he roared. “She has signed the contract! She is the only lover I have now!”

  Liaya reeled back as if she had been slapped, her beautiful face twisted with anger and embarrassment. “Do you deny what we had? Have you even told this human about what we shared? The passionate encounters we had that lasted for days!” Her eyes grew wild as she raged on. “You fucked me for hours and days on end! Your cock in my mouth, my soft pussy and my tight ass. You ripped me open, pouring yourself into me until I was so filled with you that I didn’t know who I was any more!”

  Savannah shrank back onto the bed, feeling sick. First the woman at work and now Liaya. Did Elijah attract all the nut jobs from the magical realm as well as the human realm?

  “Out.” Elijah’s voice was so low, and so soft that Savannah thought she imagined it. But Liaya’s face crumbled and she turned on her heel and fled the room.

  “I’m so sorry, Savannah,” Elijah said, dropping to the floor beside her. That was unnecessary for you to witness and certainly not information that you needed to know.”

  Tears stung her eyes, but she shook her head bravely as if it hadn’t been a big deal. She fumbled with her bra before yanking her dress over her head, she felt better once she wasn’t so exposed.

  “As you have probably guessed I have been with other women in the past. No one as special as you though. Liaya first served me as a type of sex slave, finishing my pleasure when other women couldn’t. No one has ever satisfied me like you though, Savannah. Liaya and I had a brief relationship but she is too feral, too wild and I craved more substance. Yes, we had a marathon sex session, but after it was over, I felt nothing but exhaustion.

  Unfortunately, as you just witnessed, Liaya clearly felt more.” Elijah sighed as he raked his hand through his hair; a gesture that Savannah was now learning that meant that he was frustrated. “Please, Savannah. Don’t let this ruin what we have. She is jealous of you. Jealous of what we have and angry that I no longer show any interest in her. I’ve tried to keep her on as one of my servants like her brother Chita, but it’s not working out well. I’m afraid I may need to release her.”

  Savannah suddenly threw herself against Elijah, hugging him tightly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” And Savannah meant it. Of course men like Elijah had a past. He was a good looking and a famous doctor who also happened to exist in a parallel universe where he happened to be a demon sex god. As long as Savannah was with him now, and he wanted no one else, she would be fine.

  They left the house and found the portal without any complications. As they both stepped through the portal, Savannah felt the magnetic pull to Elijah lessen slightly. She still felt it in the human world, but not as strongly as she did in Elijah’s world.

  “So, what was that bit of sex magic you pulled tonight?” she teased as they trudged towards Elijah’s house, hand in hand.

  Elijah raised his eyebrows at her. “Haven’t you figured out by now that I can do magic? Of course, it’s stronger and more powerful in my own world, but I do have a few skills here.”

  Savannah’s mind recalled how Elijah had turned the lights off in the studio without ever going near them, and how he had managed to clear out the tents at her parents’ party. She should have realized by now.

  “Do you have a problem with it?” Elijah asked.

  Savannah vehemently shook her head. “Not after what you did to me tonight,” she said throatily as she remembered how he had locked her in the cage and performed mind-blowing phantom oral sex on her.

  The rest of the night passed much like the night before. They retired to Elijah’s human bedroom, slept, and then readied for work the following morning. Another outfit awaited Savannah, this time a pair of tailored black pants, expensive ballet flats and a low-key cream blouse.

  When they arrived at work, they parted ways and Savannah hardly saw Elijah again for the rest of the day. She was busy making phone calls to vendors, radio stations and other random people as they prepared to start shooting the first episodes in the coming week. They were prepping for a grueling schedule of shooting in the morning and airing in the afternoon.

  They would actually be shooting seven shows the following week to help get them slightly ahead of schedule. The goal was to eventually shoot seven shows in four days, or six shows in three days, allowing Elijah an extra day or two every week so that he could be at the hospital actually practicing medicine.

  They managed to cross paths for a few minutes during the middle of the day and Elijah pulled her aside to break some bad news to her.

  "Hey baby I got called in to assist with some surgeries this evening and I won't be able to see you tonight, I'm really sorry," he said quietly.

  Saddened as she was by this news, Savannah couldn’t help but feel relieved that she would have a night to herself. Not to mention some time to heal, she was still so sore, she couldn’t imagine another romp with Elijah so soon. She could realistically use a few days rest, but that certainly wasn't going to happen, not if she had anything to do with it.

  "That's okay, I could probably use a night off," she winked. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a great night at work and good luck with the surgeries!"

  Savannah stopped to pick up some sushi on her way home from work. Sage was home and she squealed with delight when Savannah pulled out the maki rolls.

  “Deets on Dr. Preston. Now.” Sage said before popping a yellowtail roll into her mouth. She looked at Savannah expectantly as she chewed.

  Savannah decided to leave out the supernatural details, Sage would probably have her committed if she told her any of it. She did go into a detailed version of how she met Elijah at her parents’ party and then coincidentally met him again at her new job.

  “It’s fate,” Sage sighed, "especially if Elijah honestly had nothing to do with you nabbing that job. You two are meant to be an
d you’ll get married and live in a big house and have lots of gorgeous babies.”

  “Says the romance skeptic,” Savannah said dryly, dipping her tuna roll into soy sauce.

  “I don’t believe in it for me, but definitely for you. Pretty girls like you who have brains and come from places like Greenwich, always find their happy endings,” she said with a hint of back-handedness.

  Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Sage came from a sketchy background, when she was little she had to jump from one random relative’s house to another while her mom was in and out of jail. The poor girl didn’t even know who her dad was.

  She went to school in Baltimore, and somehow she pulled herself together and got good grades in high school. Her excellent grades and undeniable theatre talents scored her a full ride on a theatre scholarship. Part of the reason that Savannah loved Sage so much was because she wasn’t stuffy or uptight like so many of the girls she grew up with. But there was always that constant reminder that she was more well off than Sage.

  “Happy endings are coming for you too,” Savannah said, smiling broadly. Sage nodded but added nothing more on the topic and they spent the rest of their early dinner talking about Savannah’s new job.

  After Sage left for the theatre, Savannah did some laundry and other boring things around the apartment. Elijah called to check in around 10:00 p.m. and Savannah’s entire body swooned just from hearing his warm, rich voice over the phone. She missed him like crazy and after they hung up she didn’t know what to do with herself. She finally opted to go to bed, hoping that morning would come quickly so she could see Elijah.

  Savannah awoke the next morning to get ready for work, she remembered Kaci telling her to dress comfortably today because she would be doing a lot of physical tasks. She couldn’t help the nagging urge to dress nicely, she wanted to impress Elijah all the time, and she chastised herself for being so obsessed. She opted for dark green cargo shorts, a loose fitting white tank top and a pair of thin white sneakers. Satisfied that she looked both practical and a little sexy, she pulled her hair back and set off to work.

  Savannah came out of the subway station and made her way toward the studio. She noticed a striking woman standing a few feet away, scrolling through her phone. A few men walking down the street also noticed the woman, and they stared appreciatively. The woman clearly came from money and she was coiffed and styled to perfection. She was dressed in a cream wrap dress that hit just above her knees with a light and airy matching cardigan. She had on nude round toe pumps that accentuated her long, tan legs. Her hair was dark and thick and hung in a glossy sheet down her shoulders. She looked up at Savannah and Savannah saw that her face was just as perfect as the rest of her; she had large green eyes and distinct features.

  The woman studied Savannah, glanced down at her phone and then back at Savannah as a look of recognition seemed to cross her face. Confused by the woman's odd behavior, Savannah stared back as she approached the studio.

  “Savannah?” the woman asked. Her voice was smooth and sophisticated.

  “Yes, can I help you?” she asked.

  Suddenly the woman’s beautiful face twisted and hardened as her eyes iced over. “Stay the fuck away from Elijah,” she hissed.

  Taken aback by the ugly outburst, Savannah blinked, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” she stuttered.

  “You heard me. I told you to keep your paws off Elijah. I’m sure he’s only using you to fuck you. Just a tight little cunt for him to play with. He’ll throw you away soon enough, so let me save you some pain.”

  “It was you,” Savannah breathed, realizing that this must have been the woman who had texted her that scathing message.

  The woman rolled her eyes. “What is this high school? Do you want an A plus for figuring that out? Elijah wants a real woman like me. Someone sophisticated and cultured. Someone who’s been around the block and knows how to please a man. This isn’t grade school, little girl. Elijah is way out of your league. You babies need to leave real men like him to women like me.”

  Savannah fought down the bile that rose in her throat. “Excuse me, but I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,” she spat. “You’re the piece of trash here – sending disgusting texts to someone’s girlfriend! And not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve been with Elijah nearly every night this week and I seem to be pleasing him just fine. At least that’s what he’s cried out every time he – how did you phrase it? – plays with my cunt?” Savannah was shocked at the rage that rose up in her, causing her to lash out.

  The woman’s eyes flashed angrily and Savannah felt satisfied at the look of surprise on her beautiful face as she learned how much time Elijah was actually spending with Savannah.

  “Elijah wants me,” she hissed.

  Savannah laughed loudly. “You keep telling yourself that. You let me know how that works out for you.” She turned on heel to walk into the building.

  “You’re a whore!” the woman called out at Savannah’s back.

  “Charlotte!” Elijah’s voice called out, horrorstruck. Savannah whirled around to see Elijah striding towards the woman, Charlotte was a fitting name for this rich bitch, his voice cold and furious. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

  Charlotte shrank back, clearly not aware of her audience. She forced her face to lighten and she smiled widely at Elijah, rolling her eyes as if everything had been a big misunderstanding. “Elijah!” she exclaimed, her voice smooth like butter. “Savannah and I were just having a little chat. I happened to bump into her.”

  “Like hell you did!” Savannah snapped, as Elijah wrapped his arm protectively around her.

  “I told you at the hospital that I wasn’t interested and to stay out of my personal life.” Savannah could practically feel the anger radiating off his body.

  “But Elijah! We had something! You can't deny it. I know you felt it too!”

  Elijah seemed embarrassed and Savannah felt sick as her stomach dropped.

  “It was nothing!” he hissed, tightening his arm around Savannah’s waist. “I had a few too many drinks.”

  Charlotte moved towards Elijah and he put his hand up to stop her.

  “It was more,” she purred, “I know how much you liked it.”

  “Jesus, Charlotte,” he said, raking his hand through his hair. “I was horny and lonely and you happened to be in the right place at the right time. It was just a fuck. It meant nothing to me.”

  Charlotte staggered back as if she had received a blow. “No,” she whispered.

  “Yes.”

  “So instead you choose some little slut like this? Fresh out of college and fucking all the frat boys? Is her pussy nice and tight, Elijah? Is that what you like? Bet she has all the time in the world to suck your dick. You like getting blow jobs from little whores like her?”

  Elijah laughed a cold, cruel laugh. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Charlotte and I suggest you apologize before going back to work.”

  Savannah pulled away from Elijah. “No, Elijah, it’s fine. I don’t need trash like her to apologize to me. But I am going to be late.”

  “Do you have any idea of who Savannah is? Who you’re insulting?”

  Savannah realized what Elijah was doing. “No, please, Elijah. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to work.”

  Charlotte looked back at Savannah somewhat nervously now.

  “This is Savannah O’Hara. Patrick O’Hara’s daughter,” he informed her.

  All the blood drained from Charlotte’s face and Savannah couldn’t help the small bit of satisfaction she felt. She never threw around her parents’ names, but seeing Elijah do it was a turn on, it made her proud of her family.

  “That’s right. So insult her again. Call her a whore again, Charlotte. She has more class than you will ever have. She’s too kind to ever use her family ties, but don’t think I’m not. I was just at the O’Hara’s last weekend having a friendly chat with Patrick.”

  “Elijah,” Char
lotte whispered, her eyes wide.

  “Get out of my sight!”

  Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears and she disappeared down the street.

  “I am so sorry,” Elijah said.

  “Please, let it go. I wish you hadn’t used my family name like that.”

  Elijah looked guilty. “I’m sorry but she was treating you like trash. I wanted her to know you were anything but.”

  Savannah stood on tiptoe and brought her mouth to Elijah’s. “I’ll forgive you if you make me scream your name later,” she murmured, feeling her belly knot with desire.

  Elijah tightened his hands on her hips, willing Savannah to feel his power. His body thrummed with supernatural energy and his eyes seemed to glow slightly. “I’m going to make you scream it again and again and again,” he said seductively, causing Savannah’s sex to tingle with yearning.

  They broke apart to walk into work but Elijah kissed her quickly before they headed their separate ways. Savannah spent the day with Kiki again, moving boxes, props and audience gifts to different rooms in preparation for the following week. She knew that the next day would be a complete blur as they prepared for shooting on Monday.

  Lunch blew by without Savannah even resting eyes on Elijah, and she spent the afternoon sprucing up the lobby as they readied for audience members. While Savannah was dragging a trashcan to a far corner, she heard a deep and familiar voice.

  “Miss O’Hara?”

  Savannah smiled seductively as she turned around, wiping sweat from her brow. “Yes, Dr. Preston, how may I serve you?” she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with innuendo.

  “My office,” he husked before disappearing down the hall. No one else was around, so Savannah straightened her shirt as she hurried after him. She entered the office and saw Elijah with his back to her, gazing at some medical diagram on his wall.