The following days were a long string of sexual trysts in every corner of his house he could think of. Eli's appetite was unrelenting, and Ava allowed herself to take the pills without argument every morning and evening, reasoning that it was better to allow her body to accept it than to fight every time and feel her spirit shrink to accommodate him. There were still times, usually when the meds began to wear off, that she would offer a curt word or a cutting remark and he would shoot her that dangerous look, but she was getting better at suppressing her need to knock him down a peg or two, and his treatment of her became all the better for it.
That Sunday night after he had finished exploding inside her for a 5th time that day, Eli looked down at Ava, hair splayed around her head like a halo on the white mohair rug in the living room, her arms and legs holding him to her as he tried to extricate himself from her snatch.
"Noooo," she whined, and he grinned at her reaction. The drugs also made her very compliant, and although he was anxious for her to react to him this way without the need for help, he was enjoying every encounter regardless in the meantime.
In the mornings, Ava would wake to him wrapped around her body. Usually, she would lay there until he woke up too, which was always obvious when it happened because she could feel his morning wood begin to stir and his hands would inevitably begin to trail over her breasts and stomach, eliciting a stronger reaction each time even before he fed her the pill.
Part of her was angry that he had been right, her body was learning to respond to his advances even without the stimulant. Every morning she would wake feeling vaguely horny, and when she began to wake and get her bearings the feeling would only grow. She tried to delay it, but as Eli reminded her, it was her body's natural response to coping with this new set of circumstances. She was being fucked umpteen times a day and experiencing more orgasms on a daily basis than ever before in her life. It made sense that eventually, her body would begin to crave it, but why did it have to be so soon?
After he pulled himself out from between her legs, Eli stood to his feet and glanced down at her, cock swinging and a face that said he was very proud of himself. Ava looked up and shielded her eyes from the bright overhead lights, rolling to her side before feeling the urge to pee.
"Bathroom," she muttered, pushing herself onto her knees and hoping he didn't see that position as another invitation until after she could relieve herself. His stamina was boundless, and it seemed impossible to her that what took drugs to elicit in her he was more than capable of keeping up with on his own.
He bent down and hoisted her up by her waist. It seemed to take no energy on his part to lift a 110-lb woman but she pulled his hands away and made for the half-bathroom under the main stairs. When she finished, she felt a burning need to go again, but this time, nothing came out except more globs of his cum dribbling into the toilet bowl.
Ava looked at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. Most of her bruises were beginning to fade, but some had been replaced by new ones in the 4 days she had been held captive here. Bites marks along her neck and shoulders, hickies peppered across her back and chest. Her bare stomach was still taut and flat, but for how much longer? With another glance at the toilet, she ignored the burning sensation and headed back to find him waiting outside the bathroom door, kissing her against the wall and hiking up her legs to wrap around his waist again.
By the time they made it to the bedroom upstairs, she was beginning to feel sick.
Her stomach churned in a way that signaled she needed to get to the bathroom quickly. She practically flew in, slamming the door shut in her haste.
Eli, thinking this was another rash attempt to resist him, began to follow her in just at the moment she sat down and began to unleash a torrent of diarrhea.
"GET OUT!" she screamed at him, feeling mortified.
He thankfully listened, closing the door softly behind him as she held onto the toilet bowl and doubled down as her body began to reject all of the expensive food he had recently plied her with. A cold sweat broke out over her body, and a familiar, horrible nausea began to fester in her throat. She grabbed the plastic wastebasket in just enough time to dump the empty qtips and toilet paper rolls on the floor before she flipped it over and began to violently hurl while the carnage simultaneously erupted from her other half.
"Everything alright?" he asked from the other side of the door.
Ava's head pounded, then she vomited again, trying to close her mind off from the smell as she clenched her cheeks and tried to cover the fact that she was naked on the toilet, with fluids coming out of both ends.
"Ava, I'm going to come in."
"Don't you dare, whatever you do," she shouted at the door. It was ridiculous that she should be so embarrassed, but this moment of weakness was not how she would have wanted anyone to see her - especially not him.
He ignored her and opened the door, taking one look at the wastebasket and her bent over on the toilet.
"I'm going to get you some water, wait here."
"Like I could go anywhere if I wanted to," she muttered, but he had already left. Whether the vomiting was to be credited for evacuating the drug from her system or the fountain of waste exiting her rear was uncertain, but there was no chance of any amorous feelings whilst Ava felt her body emptying every fluid in her system.
Just when she was about to stand and wipe a fresh wave hit her guts and she felt more diarrhea pouring out from her just before she grabbed the wastebasket again and began to puke all over.
A few minutes later, Eli returned with a water bottle and some Gatorade. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it in the sink, dabbing it along her neck and shoulders, then felt her forehead.
"You're burning up," he observed, "Do you have any energy left in you, or can we get you into bed?"
Ava shook her head absently. She didn't know what she was capable of doing right now, just that she didn't want him in the bathroom with her smelling the mixture of vomit and shit that filled her nostrils.
"I need you to get out while I clean up," she managed.
"Really, Ava? I think I can help—"
"GET OUT!" she screamed again, choking on the words with another wave of vomit, this one mercifully smaller and less intense.
He acquiesced and stepped into the hallway again, "I'll just wait here until you're done and ready for me to help you," he called from the other side of the door.
With shaking hands, Ava wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then reached for the toilet paper. Another wave of nausea, but this time when she leaned her face over the wastebasket, she only dry heaved.
She felt tears on her face, she hadn't been this violently ill in a long time. All she wanted was to slump onto the bathroom floor and fall asleep. Instead, she managed to wipe herself, then flush. The sink water was cold and after washing her hands she splashed her face with it but there was no relief from the burning that felt much more severe than the kind caused by Eli's drugs. If she thought her legs could hold her long enough she would have tried to shower, but in her feverish state, she reached for the door just as Eli opened it, the wood surface almost colliding into her face.
Ava stumbled back. He caught her and pulled her to him, his hands touching her back which was as warm as the rest of her.
"Let's get you to bed," he offered, scooping her up to take her there.
"Nooo sex," she whimpered, "I ca- I can't."
"Ava, I wouldn't fuck you right now if you begged me. Rest easy. We need to get you drinking some fluids and then take your temperature."
She moaned in sudden pain, "My head... it hurts... so bad."
"I know, I know," he soothed as he pulled back the covers and laid her down, "Let me get the thermometer."
He left the cold washcloth on her forehead before he ducked out in search of a thermometer and she lay there delirious, looking up at the ceiling for shapes and patterns in the stucco. She barely even registered that she was naked now. Her body began to vacillate between feeling so cold her teeth were chattering and so hot that she threw the covers off and let her bare body adjust to the room's chilly temperature before she repeated the process again.
Eli returned with the thermometer and popped it into her mouth.
"Under your tongue," he reminded her, then tapped the bottom of her jaw lightly to make her lips close around it. He seemed mildly annoyed that tonight was not going to plan, but he stroked her hair and ran the washcloth over her skin so gently it made her whine.
"I don't know... what's wrong with me..." talking was becoming difficult to balance with breathing. She felt the urge to vomit again but when she tried all she had were dry heaves once more.
"I'm going to call a doctor I know," he stated, "I need to step out into the hall and get ahold of him. I'll come to check on you in a bit. Do you need anything?"
Ava couldn't even manage to glare at him or make a pithy comment. She moaned in pain, "It burns," she complained, "Why does it burn?"
"What burns?"
"My, m-my pussy."
He went still as stone, "Ava, do you have any sexually transmitted diseases I should know about?"
"Not unless you gave them to me," she shot back, doubling over in pain again and clenching her cheeks together.
Eli nodded, "Alright. I'll make some calls. Be back soon."
He leaned over and kissed her forehead but all she did was groan and make a weak shoving motion toward him with her hand.
For a few hours, she lay there, in and out of consciousness, delirious mind reliving every sexual experience she had faced under this roof for the last 4 days and bracing herself against the waves of stomach upset, sweating through the sheets multiple times yet too weak to do anything but lay in it.
She didn't know what time it was when Eli returned but it had to be late. He was wearing a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants now, so he must reserve his normal penchant for strutting around nearly naked just for her. The doctor he brought with him was older, Asian, and seemed very miffed to be here.
"I told you, Eli, it's late and I'm not a general physician. I barely even studied medicine."
"But you're still a doctor, you can have one of your staff write a prescription and get it filled."
The doctor paused, "Yes, but I don't want to get in the habit of playing around like I know what something is when I'm just taking shots in the dark."
Eli gestured to Ava, covered from the shoulders down by the duvet and laying there with parted lips, breathing rapidly.
"This woman is seriously ill, Mills. How could you think to bring me here instead of taking her to a hospital?"
This agitated Eli, "I need her to stay here, okay Wu? Can you help her or not?"
Wu sighed, "What are her chief symptoms?"
"Sudden onset diarrhea, vomiting, fever, aches, and chills."
"Have you been sexually active with this woman?"
There was a moment before Eli answered through gritted teeth, "I think that much is obvious."
"Then she probably has an acute urinary tract infection, especially if you've been engaging in acts where cross contamination occurs between the anus and the vagina. If your hands or... other extremities have traveled from one to the other at any point during these sexual encounters or if she hasn't been voiding her bladder after the act, it allows the bacteria to enter the urethra and that can lead to an infection."
Eli's eyebrows furrowed, "So she needs an antibiotic?"
"IF that's what it is, then yes. You should still take her in for a urine test to be sure before you give her any medication she may or may not need."
"But you said that's probably what it is."
"I SAID that I am not a doctor in the sense of being able to prescribe things like this. That is something you need to confirm with a general physician."
The doctor looked down at Ava with pity, probably thinking her some willing participant in Eli's sexual proclivities. Her eyes were glazed over and it was difficult to move, her limbs felt like they were submerged in molasses. With significant effort, she managed to lift her hand to him, trying to move her lips to form the words, "Help... me..."
"What was that?" Wu asked, bending down closer to hear.
"Help... me..." she repeated, louder this time, but couldn't find the mental coherence to articulate what she needed help with. If she weren't so ill, she could have told him what Eli was, how she had come to be here, but all she could do was ask him to help her and watch Eli's eyes widen in fury, even as he tried to conceal it from Wu when the man turned back to him.
"I'll have an intern run over a round of Bactrim in the morning. She'll need to take it every morning and evening for 10 days. If her symptoms don't improve in the first 24 hours, you must take her in, or she could run the risk of a kidney infection and going septic."
Eli nodded, "Understood. Thank you." He glared back at Ava as he led Wu out the door and back downstairs. If Wu noticed the keypad or the cameras on his way out, he made no mention of it.
When Eli came back he still looked angry, but she was too helpless and weak to even respond as he put the thermometer back into her mouth.
"I suppose you're proud of your little stunt there. Don't worry, Wu only cares about his research and the money that funds him. Even if you managed to tell him everything, he's not stupid enough to get involved because he knows I'd put a stop to all his little pet projects." He pulled the thermometer out when it beeped. "101.3. Here," he helped lift her to sitting and opened a bottle of Gatorade, "Drink this. As much as you can."
Ava struggled, spluttering out some of the Gatorade as it dribbled down her neck onto her breasts. Eli glanced down at her naked body and heaved a sigh as if perturbed that he couldn't avail himself of it right now as previously planned.
"I'm going to let you rest until the intern brings the prescription by. Try to drink more when you can. I've got a bucket here in case you need it. I'll leave the door unlocked if you need the bathroom. I'll be upstairs working but I'll hear you on the cameras if you call for help."
Ava slumped back against the pillows and said nothing. Eli took the washcloth and wet it in the bathroom, then laid it over her forehead before he left.
All the rest of that night, she tossed and turned, feeling so ill she needed to lay still but unable to get any good rest without waking from the constant ache of her body as it fought off an infection brought on her by this man and his depravity.
It was early in the morning hours when she heard the door open again, and Eli came in with a white paper bag, withdrawing an unlabeled pill bottle from it.
He eyed the half-empty Gatorade bottle. "You need to drink more," he chided her, opening the bottle and helping her sit up to drink it. After a few gulps, he placed the pill on her tongue and then poured more of the drink into her mouth.
"When you're feeling up to it we'll get you a shower and I can change the bedding in here," he lowered her softly back down onto the pillows. Outside, the early morning light glowed faintly. How early did Wu's interns come in that one of them was able to practically bring it with the sunrise?
Eli took the washcloth and wet it once more, dragging it over her feverish body, gliding it along her neck, and leaving it on her forehead like he had last night. She thought he would leave her again, seeing no reason to stay nearby if he wasn't helping himself to her body, but he clambered over to the other side of the bed and got comfortable, "I didn't sleep most of the night, so I figured I'll just rest here with you, make sure you're drinking as much as you should."
Ava closed her eyes rather than answer him. She felt the mattress shift as Eli moved closer, resting his arm over her hip to let his hand linger atop her womb. The weight of it, both physically and in implication, was too much. She turned to her side and dry heaved into the bucket a few times, then lay still, ignoring his affectionate touches of reassurance to the best of her ability.
At last, she slept, and whether it was the medicine or her body just giving in, she slept hard. Sometimes Eli moved and she woke just long enough to readjust herself. Once, she woke up long enough to go to the bathroom and wet the washcloth on her forehead herself, but when she finally woke and didn't feel the immediate pull to go back to sleep, it was nearing dusk outside the windows, and Eli was sitting up in bed, laptop in front of him, clicking away as he worked next to his beleaguered captive.
He smiled when he saw she was awake, "How are you feeling?"
"Not great, but better," she admitted, her throat parched.
He nodded, "Let's take your next pill then, make sure we're giving your body what it needs to recover."
This time Ava sat up on her own although her arms still felt weak. She took the pill and water, then laid back down, tired, but not sleepy again yet.
Eli was staring at his computer screen intently. She wanted to ask what he was working on, but she just lay there watching the way his eyes flitted across the screen. Behind him, the window showed a skyline tinged with pinks and purples, and she thought not for the last time how handsome he looked, how welcome this sight might have been under entirely different circumstances. Those unbidden thoughts pricked more tears in the corners of her eyes and she turned away from him, facing the opposite wall to try and keep them at bay.
"Are you hungry yet?" she heard him ask.
"A bit."
"There are some crackers on the nightstand, and I'm going to run out in a bit to get you some ginger ale and a few other things. When I get back we'll see about getting you a shower and hopefully, the medicine will have kicked in more and gotten you back on your feet, okay?"
"Okay."
He closed his laptop and got up, "Do you need help using the bathroom?"
"I'm good. Just going to lay here for a while right now."
Eli looked at her, then towards the wall she was staring at, "You gave me quite a scare, you know."
"I'm not out of the woods yet."
He chuckled, "Well, I'm thankful for knowing the right people to get you help."
She wanted to retort that he didn't know the right people, or he would have had her seen by a qualified physician rather than risk her health on some random coworker's hasty assessment, but her sickness seemed to have sapped much of her spitefulness for the time being, and that made it even easier to hold her tongue around him. The burning between her legs was not so painful now, and she wondered how long after the disappearance of her symptoms he would expect her to resume servicing him.
"Back in a bit," he called over his shoulder, "Remember, I still have the cameras. No funny business."
She lay there calmly, feeling energy begin to return to her, along with boredom at not having anything to do while she lay here for hours.
"Can I get a TV with Netflix or something in here?" she asked out loud, knowing the cameras would pick it up, "Or some books... a Kindle... something?"
Silence. Then the speaker piped on, "We can discuss that when I return."
"Thanks," she grumbled, stretching in the vast oversized bed, reaching for the crackers and water that she carefully nibbled at to test her stomach's ability to handle food again.
The hours seemed to stretch on interminably without him here. Her renewed energy thanks to the medication was a relief, but now she sat there staring at 4 empty walls—no clothes to wear, no books to read, no electronic advice to mindlessly scroll for hours to pass the time. Ava laid back on the pillows and tried to sleep again, telling herself that would be the fastest way to pass the time and allow her body to heal. All she managed to do was mentally run herself in circles, noticing every corner of the room now that she was able to look around, although it was harder now as nighttime fully descended. Remembering she wasn't restrained by cuffs this time, she sat up, then got out of the bed and gave an insouciant look towards the cameras, knowing that anything she did, he would see.
No voice spoke through the camera to chastise her for being out of bed, so she pressed her luck and tried the door, which opened. She entered the bathroom again, remembering her most recent time in here last night and looking around to see that Eli had cleaned up all the scattered trash and emptied the wastebasket of her vomit in order to serve its true purpose again. Being up on her feet made her slightly woozy, but she forced herself into the shower, desperate to wash off all the residue of sweat and semen from before she had taken ill.
The hot water was scalding, just the way she wanted it. After she was out and wrapped in the towels again, she wandered down the servant's staircase into the kitchen in search of water. Down here, she finally had time to look around without Eli's watchful eyes ready to pounce, or at least with the knowledge that he was watching from 2 floors away and she could explore freely until he said otherwise.
Her eyes searched for and spotted the cameras he had installed on this floor. There were two in the kitchen on opposite sides, one in the dining area, and three in the living room. Behind the dining/kitchen area in the very back of the house was a small sitting room with a back door and two windows that looked out onto a postage-stamp-sized yard. She thought about testing the backdoor, but there were two cameras in this room too. Ava found a glass in the same kitchen cabinet Eli directed her to the other night and filled it, traipsing through the rest of the first floor at her leisure. She noted three additional cameras in the library, one in the glass-windowed entry foyer, which she discovered, she could not access, thanks to another keypad glowing red at the door. Through the glass panel of the door, she could see beyond it, to the main door she had entered through which had another keypad, so even if she were to make it through one, she would have to somehow hack the keypad for the other. Did they all have separate codes, or did just one code open everything?
Ava passed the bar cart next to a bay window facing out into the street. A fireplace was built in this small area, with an antique-looking settee large enough for 2 just in front of the window. She had a sudden image of herself laid out on the settee, Eli's tongue between her legs, bringing her to one earth-shattering climax after another as people passed by this window unawares.
She shook her head, took another sip of water, and then plodded back up the stairs, passing the door to her room and the bathroom to stop in front of the one that gave her the most anxiety.
The door creaked open like something out of a horror film. She reached for where she remembered the light switch to be and turned it on, looking at the room for the first time without Eli breathing down her neck talking about putting babies in it, and her.
It felt strangely empty. Just a desk and chair and some outdated carpeting. Another unbidden thought came to her, of a crib in the corner by the window, and a rocking chair in the corner opposite, a dresser there, a changing table over here.
"No," she murmured, then looked up to see a camera facing down at her, and she could almost feel his eyes watching her through the lens.
Abruptly, she walked out, flipping the lights off and slamming the door behind her.
Ava took the second servant's staircase upstairs. The large open room she had barely seen during Eli's little tour was cozy. Several windows looked out over the city, in the center of the wall was a fireplace with a flat-screen TV mounted atop it, and another series of built-in bookshelves with cabinet doors, all painted white. Yellow walls contrasted with a comfortable sage green couch and floral armchairs made the place look like it was decorated by someone with decent taste. Her eyes trailed over to Eli's office door, and the red keypad, before she went down to the room which housed the home gym.
In here, another TV was installed, a basket filled with rolled-up yoga mats underneath. A weight rack was set under each window. There were the few machines he had shown her, mostly the staples, and down on the street, she looked to see a few people passing by. A couple, both looked to be about her age, passed under the streetlight and she saw him reach over to caress her pronounced baby bump. She smiled and kissed him. Ava turned away, suddenly feeling sick again.
That could have been her. It could have been her life, with someone else, another time. Once again, she looked down at her flat stomach, then back to the cameras watching her every reaction. She remembered the bottle of pills to make her unable to resist his cock, and tried to mentally calculate how many days she had left before she found out if she would miss her period. Her hand absently touched her stomach and she shuddered, then left.
On her way back down the stairs, she turned the corner and almost ran face-first into Eli. She shrieked, tipping backward and grabbing the chair rail to keep from falling.
"It's just me!" he said as if that was supposed to be of comfort to her. His hands grabbed her shoulders and squeezed to reassure her. His eyes looked behind her up the 3rd-floor landing "What were you doing up there?"
"Looking around. Figured you would already know from all your cameras," her surly attitude was back without the stimulant to keep her docile, but she got to her feet in case Eli took this close proximity as a reason to try fucking her on the stairs again.
"I just got back and unloaded some stuff. Come downstairs with me, I've got some things to help settle your stomach."
Ava took a deep breath and listened to him. Back down in the kitchen, a few brown paper bags were still on the counter. Eli reached in and pulled out a case of Sprite, some more crackers, and a loaf of white bread.
"Which will it be, toast or crackers?" he asked like he was offering her gourmet options.
"Just some buttered toast, I think. Do you have some cinnamon and brown sugar?"
Recognition dawned on his face, "My sister used to make that for me in the mornings while we watched cartoons," his voice trailed off, "One order of cinnamon toast coming right up."
Ava sat on the barstool and readjusted her towel. The choice of going naked or nearly so was getting very old. Perhaps she could guilt him into buying clothes after he nearly killed her with a kidney infection. She jumped in her seat when Eli set down a plate of toast in front of her, then a glass of water.
"Thanks," she said, biting off the first corner and waiting to see how her stomach reacted.
Eli sat down next to her with his own plate, but he seemed distracted by something. Ava watched him with her mouth full, chewing slowly. He seemed to take her observation as encouragement to speak.
"Much as it pains me to say, I do need to start working more again. That will entail my being away from here for long hours, although, not nearly as long as before I had someone so beautiful waiting for me to come back to her."
He flashed Ava a smile, but she immediately launched in with questions.
"What am I supposed to do all day when you're not here having your way with me?"
"Well, you'll have free range of most of the house except for my office which will remain locked. You can use the home gym upstairs, or read any of my books in the library. I have set up the TV downstairs so that you should be able to find anything you want to watch, and I've programmed this tablet," he pointed to a box next to the grocery bags, "For you to be able to use at your leisure. Keep in mind that you won't be able to use it for contacting anyone, I've blocked all that, so it's mostly for the internet, news, etc. I can see every single thing you search on there, and any attempts to use it for contacting someone other than me will mean you lose the privilege going forward."
Of course. He had thought ahead and planned for everything.
"When I have to go out of town I will have scheduled food delivered ahead of time for however long I will be gone. You can always tell me ahead of the fact what you'd like to eat in my absence and I'll try to acquire it. In time, I hope to be able to bring you with me on my trips, provided you start to show me that you can behave."
Ava scowled, "You should talk about behaving."
He ignored her taunt, continuing, "Lastly, you've already figured out a pretty good system for talking to me throughout the day. My phone buzzes whenever the cameras hear you try to speak, so anytime I'm not here and you want to talk, just do as you have been and I'll answer as soon as I can. If you decided you want to take up some kind of hobby or order something, you can use the shopping apps on your tablet and I'll approve them after I have a chance to look over the items. Any questions?"
"Can I have some clothes now? Especially since you won't be here for long periods?"
He smirked, "Speaking of clothes, I have a surprise for you."
Ava's heart leaped in excitement, then she paused before she sprang from her seat, "Wait... is this another joke where you promise clothes and then bring me lingerie? Because I didn't find that a very good surprise."
His expression went flat, "That was not a surprise. You were given the opportunity to earn clothes and your behavior did not warrant them at the time. Given your poor body has been through the wringer these last couple of days, I thought I would do something nice for you, as a gesture of love."
She almost felt sick anew at the mention of the word love but kept quiet about it.
"Go on, upstairs," he told her, "Your surprise is waiting on the bed."
Ava practically flew back up to the bedroom, holding her towel with one hand and the banister with the other. She rushed in to see a familiar-looking duffel bag sitting on the bed.
"My clothes?" she breathed, pulling out the garments she instantly recognized. One was a pair of socks from her sorority sister at Christmas 3 years ago. There was a small hole beginning to form in the heel, so she knew these were the same ones. She pulled out yoga pants and tank tops, underwear, and leisure sports bras. He didn't seem to have brought many of her nicer clothes, mostly gathering comfortable items and shoving them all into the bag at once. In the side pocket of the duffel bag, she saw her bottles of shampoo and conditioner, still wet with condensation from where she'd left them in the shower days ago.
Eli appeared in the doorway, looking pleased with himself.
"How did you?" she turned to ask, fighting to hide her smile, "When did you get these?"
He grinned, "While you were laid up in bed recovering. I took your keys and went over to your apartment. I just grabbed whatever looked like you used it the most. Sorry if I missed something."
Ava dropped the towel to the floor and pulled on some underwear and yoga pants, then a sports bra and baggy t-shirt. "My God, I never thought it would feel so good to wear clothes."
Eli was watching her as she ogled her own things, enjoying her reaction from the looks of it, and when he came closer to her Ava was so happy she surprised them both by reaching up on tiptoes to kiss him.
They both paused, then Eli watched her face for any indication of what that had meant. Gingerly, he stroked a finger down her cheek, and Ava felt that same old burst of desire bloom in her stomach, trailing down to her cunt.
"Eli, I—"
He kissed her, not forcefully, but slowly, taking his time. It felt like he was trying to show her once again that he could be good to her, he could take her wants and need into account, he could even nurse her back to health when the situation called for it, and if she overlooked the glaring inconsistencies she could almost forget that the entire premise for her being in this house negated any trivial favor he did for her. But she wanted to believe it right now, she wanted to forget the inconsistencies and let herself feel free to respond to his favor, and so she did.
Her tongue sparred with his, thrusting back into his mouth as they deepened the kiss. Eli crushed her in a bruising embrace, lifting her feet off the floor.
"I don't know if we should yet," she started to protest but he covered her mouth with his. She had given him the slightest amount of encouragement, after all, he was bound to take it as far as he could.
Eli set her on the dresser, pulling down her yoga pants and panties in one fell swoop. His focus was on removing any barriers between his cock and her cunt, and he dropped his pants to the floor swiftly before he kneeled down in front of her.
"No, Eli," she tried to push his face away but he growled and she relented, holding onto the edges of the dresser as he licked a strip down her slit, tongue delving inside her as she squirmed. There were no stimulants in her system now, so she couldn't just cum at the drop of a hat, but that didn't seem to stop him.
He groaned as he ravished her sex with his mouth, his arms wrapped under her thighs to hold her steady against the onslaught of his tongue.
Ava moaned and threw her head backward, leaning against the wall behind her as she parted her legs more and wound her fingers into his hair, encouraging him to keep going.
Something clicked. She felt the wave building and then suddenly, his tongue curving inside of her hit something, and she almost flew off the dresser. She cried out, bucking against his mouth which continued on, unrelenting. Ava's lips trembled, and her breathing was ragged. Less than 24 hours ago she had felt like she was at death's door and here she was succumbing to this man's ministrations again all because he gave her some of her own garments?
When Eli stood and kissed her she put her hands on his shoulders, fisting in the fabric of his shirt, "Why do you make me feel these things?" she asked, eyes looking downward.
Eli's hands cupped her head and pulled her closer to the edge of the dresser as he fit himself inside her, "Because we both deserve to feel good, Ava. I love watching you feel good, and knowing I did that."
Kisses peppered along her neck as he began to thrust, holding her against him. She leaned her head onto his shoulder, too tired to cum again, but letting him chase his own release, which he mercifully allowed rather than force her to cum with him.
After, he kissed her cheek, then briefly, her lips. It felt like passion, but she knew better than that.
"Bathroom," he reminded her, "Make sure you're going each time."
He didn't have to tell her twice. When she came back after peeing and scrubbing herself with a washcloth he was pulling down the covers, already wearing his pajama pants and t-shirt.
"I thought I'd go get the toast and bring it up here," he ventured, seeing her there in clothes for the first time in days and looking like she was much happier for it.
"Okay."
He came back with both of their plates of toast and another bottle of Gatorade. Ava was already sitting in bed, thinking through what other plans he must have for her tonight, and what she should try to talk about with him as it related to those plans.
Eli clambered in on the other side of the bed and set the plate between the two of them. Without asking, he pulled Ava to lean against him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and handing her a piece of toast wordlessly. They sat there like that for a while as Ava chewed her food.
"Will you be going to work in the morning?" she tried to sound disinterested. Better that he not think she wanted him around any more than she did.
"Yes, I need to be present for some meetings that were supposed to be held today, but I stayed here and rescheduled."
The revelation that he had shunned work obligations to tend to her health, and the duffel bag full of clothes he had retrieved still sitting on the corner of the bed, made her pause.
"I'll also have to be out of town next weekend. Mr. Lockwood needs me up at the estate frequently. It will be a good opportunity for you to earn my trust."
"As opposed to the presumably 8 or so hours I'll be here alone every day?"
Eli grinned, "I won't be gone quite that long during the day. But I'll always be available to talk if you want to keep me entertained while I'm at work."
Ava kept her face from showing how she felt about the implied meaning of his words, but just barely.
"I'll start leaving you a pill to take before I get back, so we can make up for lost time once I'm home," his hands were sliding over to her stomach, reaching under her shirt to stroke her abdomen, "Don't go missing me too much during the day, or I'll have to start coming back to fuck you on my lunch breaks." His mouth was close to hers now and she chewed her last bite of toast.
"So I should just entertain myself during the day, basically?"
He looked down at her, taking another bite of his toast, "As I said, with good behavior, will come more privileges, in time."