The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave (Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3) by Bree Bellucci
Authors: Bree Bellucci
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THE MONSTER'S DEFILED SEX SLAVE:
Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3
By
Bree Bellucci
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave : Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3
Copyright © 2012 by Bree
Bellucci
This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material
The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
* * * * *
THE MONSTER'S DEFILED SEX
SLAVE :
Contract of Eternal Submission Part
3
* * * * *
“No.” Savannah whispered staring at her phone
that she had just dropped into her pasta. “He wouldn’t.” Elijah
wouldn’t do that to her. She had just signed herself over to him
and he had signed himself over to her. Although now that she
thought about it she wasn't positive about the latter. Was he bound
to be faithful to her?
“No, Elijah,” she pleaded quietly as she
picked up her phone and wiped the sauce from it. She slowly opened
the phone and read the text again hoping that the message had
changed.
-You are nobody. You are nothing but a cunt
for Elijah to put his dick into. He doesn’t want to be with sluts
who so easily spread their legs for him. Did he tell you he’s at
work just now? He’s with me tonight and I’m getting ready to wrap
my lips around his beautiful cock. Enjoy your dinner, whore.-
Savannah didn’t want to over-react, but she
felt her breath quickening and her heart start to pound with fear.
She had fallen too hard for Elijah, too quickly. He couldn’t do
this to her. With shaky fingers she punched out a text to him; she
was too afraid to call.
-Where are you?? Please call me.-
She swallowed and looked around the table;
her appetite had vanished. She pushed back from her seat and the
chair scraped loudly across the floor. She paced the large living
room, feeling trapped as she quickly moved from one end to the
other. Her mind was filled with disgusting images of Elijah with
another woman. She grabbed madly at her hair, trying to erase the
thoughts.
It couldn’t be true. She kept checking her
phone, willing it to buzz or ring but it was eerily quiet. Had
Elijah put it down while some other woman was sucking him off? Did
someone else have their lips wrapped around Elijah’s sweet head,
sucking at his crown, pleasuring him until he exploded?
“No!” she yelled loudly, and she clapped her
hand over her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. Savannah felt
like a caged animal just sitting in the apartment. Instead of doing
nothing she decided to work off her anger and fear. She had no idea
where Elijah had been called away for work so she couldn’t go check
up on him. This was probably for the best, only God could only
imagine a crazy paranoid little girl running into an operating room
just to satisfy her jealous suspicions.
She had a sick vision of Elijah holed up in
the on-call room getting a blowjob like he was in some bad episode
of Grey’s Anatomy. She went into her room, and tore open her drawer
of workout clothes and threw on a shirt and yoga pants. She quickly
laced up her sneakers and raced out of the apartment.
Clutching her phone tightly, she burst
outside into the warm evening and began to walk south, barely
taking in her surroundings. She made her way up town towards Union
Square. With each pounding foot against the pavement, she felt a
deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Would Elijah really use her
like this? Was he some type of womanizing man-whore? She certainly
could tell he was very experienced in the sack but she didn’t get
the impression that he was a player. He seemed way too busy to be
juggling multiple
Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3
By
Bree Bellucci
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave : Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3
Copyright © 2012 by Bree
Bellucci
This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Adult Reading Material
The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
* * * * *
THE MONSTER'S DEFILED SEX
SLAVE :
Contract of Eternal Submission Part
3
* * * * *
“No.” Savannah whispered staring at her phone
that she had just dropped into her pasta. “He wouldn’t.” Elijah
wouldn’t do that to her. She had just signed herself over to him
and he had signed himself over to her. Although now that she
thought about it she wasn't positive about the latter. Was he bound
to be faithful to her?
“No, Elijah,” she pleaded quietly as she
picked up her phone and wiped the sauce from it. She slowly opened
the phone and read the text again hoping that the message had
changed.
-You are nobody. You are nothing but a cunt
for Elijah to put his dick into. He doesn’t want to be with sluts
who so easily spread their legs for him. Did he tell you he’s at
work just now? He’s with me tonight and I’m getting ready to wrap
my lips around his beautiful cock. Enjoy your dinner, whore.-
Savannah didn’t want to over-react, but she
felt her breath quickening and her heart start to pound with fear.
She had fallen too hard for Elijah, too quickly. He couldn’t do
this to her. With shaky fingers she punched out a text to him; she
was too afraid to call.
-Where are you?? Please call me.-
She swallowed and looked around the table;
her appetite had vanished. She pushed back from her seat and the
chair scraped loudly across the floor. She paced the large living
room, feeling trapped as she quickly moved from one end to the
other. Her mind was filled with disgusting images of Elijah with
another woman. She grabbed madly at her hair, trying to erase the
thoughts.
It couldn’t be true. She kept checking her
phone, willing it to buzz or ring but it was eerily quiet. Had
Elijah put it down while some other woman was sucking him off? Did
someone else have their lips wrapped around Elijah’s sweet head,
sucking at his crown, pleasuring him until he exploded?
“No!” she yelled loudly, and she clapped her
hand over her mouth, embarrassed by her outburst. Savannah felt
like a caged animal just sitting in the apartment. Instead of doing
nothing she decided to work off her anger and fear. She had no idea
where Elijah had been called away for work so she couldn’t go check
up on him. This was probably for the best, only God could only
imagine a crazy paranoid little girl running into an operating room
just to satisfy her jealous suspicions.
She had a sick vision of Elijah holed up in
the on-call room getting a blowjob like he was in some bad episode
of Grey’s Anatomy. She went into her room, and tore open her drawer
of workout clothes and threw on a shirt and yoga pants. She quickly
laced up her sneakers and raced out of the apartment.
Clutching her phone tightly, she burst
outside into the warm evening and began to walk south, barely
taking in her surroundings. She made her way up town towards Union
Square. With each pounding foot against the pavement, she felt a
deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Would Elijah really use her
like this? Was he some type of womanizing man-whore? She certainly
could tell he was very experienced in the sack but she didn’t get
the impression that he was a player. He seemed way too busy to be
juggling multiple
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