The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave (Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3) by Bree Bellucci Page A

women.
    Her frustration was growing by the second,
Savannah cut through Union Square, vaguely aware of the band that
was playing. What the hell did she know anyway? She was
twenty-three years old and had only been in one real relationship.
She was not an expert by any means, and she was already in way over
her head with Elijah. Tears of hurt and anger leaked down her
cheeks and she brushed them away quickly, embarrassed that she was
crying in public. She was already attracting a few staring
onlookers and she tried not to think about it.
    As she hurried towards the Meatpacking
District she suddenly felt her phone buzzing. It was Elijah calling
her. Excitement and anxiety flushed through her veins, she tried to
steady her voice and compose herself. She moved off the sidewalk
and into an alcove to get out of the way, she took a deep breath
before accepting the call.
    “Hello?” Her voice sounded raspy and
shaky.
    “Savannah? Are you okay?” Elijah’s voice was
warm and filled with concern. Just the sound of his familiar voice
made Savannah want to fall to the ground and weep.
    “No, I am not okay,” she snapped in a
somewhat steady voice. “Where the hell are you?”
    “I told you. I had to work. I’m at the
hospital. What is this about? Did you like the dinner?”
    Savannah took a deep breath, trying to focus.
“The dinner was lovely. Elijah. What I didn’t appreciate was the
anonymous text that came through just as I was about to start
eating. Whomever it was said that I was nothing but a cunt for you
to use and they were getting ready to suck you off.”
    Savannah heard the rush of air leave Elijah
before he spoke. “What?” he practically growled.
    “Yes. I got it immediately after your text.
The person referenced that you had just texted me and that you
weren’t really at work but with her.” She sniffed, unable to hide
the fact that she was crying. She hated sounding weak in front of
Elijah.
    “Savannah, I promise you that I am at work,”
he said sincerely, his voice filled with the passion that Savannah
had come to know. “When I sent you that text I was at the nurse’s
station reading over charts before I entered a patient’s room. I
promise you that there is no one else. You are the only woman who
is sucking me off.”
    Savannah heard some shuffling and then Elijah
spoke again.
    “I am so hard for you, Savannah,” his voice
was soft and sensual, it reminded Savannah of the hot sex that she
now desperately craved from him. “I’ve been thinking about you and
your body non-stop. Imagining how you milked my cock this
afternoon, making me come so hard in your mouth. It’s only you,
Savannah. I want to take you back to my cottage and fuck you again
and again until my cock is imprinted on your pussy.”
    Savannah sank to the ground, filled with
relief. There was no one else.
    “But then who was it Elijah? Who had my
number? Who was messing with me? How did they know you just texted
me?”
    “I have an idea,” he said darkly, “and I’m
going to take care of it as soon as I hang up. I don’t want you to
worry about this for one more minute, do you understand?”
    Savannah had a million other questions but
Elijah’s voice demanded obedience.
    “Savannah, promise me that you will let this
go.”
    “I’ll try,” she said honestly. Suddenly a
fire truck raced by, it’s sirens blaring loudly.
    “Where are you?” Elijah’s voice was now
harsh. Savannah suddenly was afraid to tell him where she was.
    “I’m in the Meatpacking District. I needed to
get out of the house.”
    “The Meatpacking District? For god’s sake,
get home and try to stay out of trouble!” He reprimanded. “Did you
even enjoy any of the meal?”
    “Not really.” Savannah suddenly felt very
foolish.
    “Savannah O’Hara, get your sweet little ass
home and stay inside. I don’t want you out trolling the streets
alone. And go eat something. You’re going to need all the energy
you can get, once I come for you