Chapter 6
Amber Whyte.
"Lastly, don't forget to return these supplies to the store after you've cleaned the second floor thoroughly. Head back to your room immediately when you are done. You are not permitted to lurk around."
The head maid instructed firmly. Her tone was harsh with command as her gaze was fixated on my lost ones.
She barely took three steps towards the stable entrance before walking briskly back to me as if she had forgotten something.
But I didn't care.
Because my mind was gone.
Far gone with Elion.
Especially after our last encounter.
My body still burned with immense pleasure. The heat steamed my pussy from within.
His words re-echoed in my head, stirring something dangerous within me...
Damn!
So he knew it was me all along.
My crazy fantasies. My secret.
He fucking knew. And he watched me as I got lost dreaming about them.
He saw me despite how I concealed my presence in the shadows behind the door. Feeding my eye with the pleasant size of his cock.
He smelt me. My arousal.
He knew I craved him. I wanted him to wreck me. To use me. To make me his cumdump. To stretch my virgin cunt until there was nothing left to be stretched. To ride me to hell and back.
And now? He knew how I dripped shamelessly before him. How my nipples begged to have a taste of his tongue. How I would let him bend me over the wooden table stacked with hay while ripping my clothes from my body and spanking my soft ass.
How I would let him ram his massive dick into my weeping pussy, bent in unholy positions in the presence of the horses.
He knew how much effect he had over me.
Fuck!
My pussy clenched tightly as the memory replayed in my head repeatedly.
My body shuddered with desire and my eyes darkened with need.
How could he say those words and leave me begging to be touched? Begging to be fucked.
His lingering scent didn't make things easy for me. It snapped me away from reality.
I wasn't myself anymore.
Elion was driving me insane.
But I hope I won't be seeing him again today. I haven't recovered from our encounter and my fingers burned with ache from touching myself. My clit was sore and swollen from the endless rubbing. My body was weak from jerking and convulsing.
But I would be a liar if I didn't want to have a glimpse of him again.
"Over here, Amber!"
I jumped, startled by the sudden noise and quick snapping of fingertips.
"What is wrong with you? What are you thinking about?" She asked, eyeing me strangely, but I didn't respond.
I didn't care.
"May I ask if you know the maid who was assigned to drop the supplies at the store after the party?" She leaned to ask. Her voice dropped dangerously low and her face twisted in anger.
I wanted to ask the reason for her search, but I refrained myself.
I swallowed the lump in my chest, struggling to steady my erratic breathing as blood drained from my face.
Fuck! She must not find out it was me!
"I don't," I answered sharply, turning away from her to resume my chores before she shoved another question in my face.
I wasn't ready to get into trouble.
But how the fuck did she know?
I was certain Elion wouldn't feed her such information.
But who else knew? Delilah?
I hope not. I wasn't ready for another crushing punishment.
By the time I finished cleaning the stables, the sun had sunk down, leaving me in total darkness, save for the lamp that generated faint light in the stable.
That was when it dawned on me. I missed dinner. Again.
With tears in my eyes, I sank to the floor, ignoring the hay that was scattered all over as I wrapped my hands against my knees, pulling them close to my chest as I wept profusely.
The hunger wasn't my problem, but I was tired. Exhausted from the harsh treatment by my sister.
I didn't know how long before I broke from her pressure.
I shouldn't have followed her to this Pack.
I should have remained dead when she and my grandmother pushed me off the cliff to sink into the sea.
I brought my fingers close to my face, wiping the tears that stained my knees.
Before I could adjust my position, a gust of wind hit me.
It was different. Powerful. Hard to ignore.
An aura that bled submission.
The scent of fresh pines growing by the river.
The smell of the soil after rain.
Peeling my face from my knees, I got up at once, determined to find the person, only to be met with a tray containing food, water, and orange juice.
"Who's there?" I called out, dashing to the door to have a glimpse of the person but I was met with no one.
Strange.
Like a ghost, no traces were left.
I wasn't crazy. The light thuds I heard confirmed my doubt.
Somebody was here a few seconds ago, stalking me, monitoring me. But who?
I spared no time emptying my plate and when I was done, I made my way to the second floor as instructed.
After hours of rigorous cleaning, it was spotless.
Breathing hard in exhaustion, I returned to drop the supplies in the store, locking the door behind me.
Taking the instruction, I turned to leave immediately, but I was stopped by a sound...
The heavy thumping of large leather boots against the plush red carpet that stretched vertically in the hallway.
It was almost midnight. The packhouse plunged into deafening silence and dark shadows spread across the massive hallway.
By the Goddess, I didn't want to follow the sound of footsteps, but I couldn't control myself.
It felt like my body was overtaken by invisible forces.
I found myself stopping behind a familiar door. But this time, it was opened deliberately. Wider than the last time.
Like a trap to lure the prey.
I gulped the lump in my throat as I caught sight of Elion gliding in the dimly lit room.
Everything was similar to yesterday, except....
He knew of my presence, yet he acted like I was a ghost.
Deliberately ignoring me, he wouldn't even bat his eyelid at me, let alone glance in my direction.
And Delilah?
Like an offering, her body sprawled on the bed, her legs were wide apart, and her hands were bound together by a medium-sized cuff. This time, her hands hung above her head.
Her pussy pumped with lubricant, ready, waiting to accept Elion's monstrous cock.
My mouth watered uncontrollably and my vagina tightened each time that massive cock pulsed.
Fuck!
Tightening the red silk blindfold around her eyes, he sealed her ears with plugs.
That was when I understood.
He wanted to give me a good show without Delilah's awareness.
A moan escaped my dry throat as he plunged his shaft without warning into Delilah, causing her to scream in pain.
Without letting her recover, he rammed into her. Again. Again. And again. Until she begged for him to go slowly. Until she cried as the thick phallus nearly tore her small opening. Until her vagina was stretched beyond reach. Until his thick cap coated with the blend of precum and Delilah's juices hit the mouth of her womb repeatedly.
Holding her legs in place, he bound them with one of his hands, turning her swiftly before plunging deep into her ass until his fifteen-inch cock disappeared from sight.
Her scream resounded in the air. My body convulsed in pleasure. Tears fell from my eyes. But not from pain. But from maddening desire.
It should be me wrecked on that bed
It should be his dick feeding my pussy.
As if possessed, I crashed on the floor spreading my legs wide apart so that he could see.
He could see what he did to me.
How bad I wanted him.
How creamy my pussy got.
How crazy he was driving me
I would give him a show.
Without thinking, I tossed my damp panties aside, shoving my fingers into my ass as my fluid travelled from my vagina to my butt.
Waves of pleasure descended upon me, making me shiver.
I yelled, not minding that it was midnight and my screams would wake people.
My body was burning. Yet, he wouldn't even look at me. He wanted me to suffer. He wanted me to beg.
"Please..." I whimpered, my mouth fell open as I jerked, rocking my hips violently in the air.
"Can you see it, Daddy? I'm soaked for you. You like seeing your slut like this? Hungry for you?" I begged, my teeth gritted as I bit my lips, stifling a moan.
"Don't you want to taste it, Daddy? My cunt on your lips."
Like a spell, those icy blue eyes shifted on me, making my heart jump at once.
