True to his word, Eli returned to work the following morning. It felt impossibly strange, even in the grand scheme of all of this, to feel the bed shift after the sound of his alarm, and listen to him readying himself for work while she simply lay there, knowing she was not allowed to leave with him.
Drowsily, Ava glanced over at him in the closet pulling his usual dress shirt and pants off the plastic hangers. She closed her eyes when he turned back towards her, hoping he would think she was still asleep and leave her be. The standard morning arousal she felt was beginning to return and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had succeeded in training her as he'd planned. Maybe when he was gone she could clandestinely take care of herself under the covers without him noticing through the cameras.
She heard him approach her with the sound of a pill bottle rattling and the pop of the top being removed.
"Here," he waited until she opened her eyes and then her mouth before he placed the antibiotic on her tongue and reached for the Gatorade on the nightstand. She drank and swallowed the pill without argument, then laid back down on the pillow and closed her eyes again by way of an excuse to avoid seeing him.
Undeterred, Eli bent down and kissed her softly, "The TV is downstairs just talk to me through the cameras if you need help working it. Tablet is in the kitchen, books are upstairs," his voice took a hard turn, "Just enjoy yourself while I'm gone, and show me that I can trust you."
Ava didn't make any attempt to show that she was listening, but Eli knew she heard every word. He left, shutting the door quietly behind him. When she heard his footsteps on the stairs fade, she looked over and saw the keypad on the door glowing green.
Giddy, even though it was a pitiful taste of freedom compared to her life before he trapped her in here, she lay back down, heart racing, as she waited to see how long she could hold out before venturing into the rest of the house, not wanting to go too soon and chance running into Eli again before he left for the day.
When she finally did rise, the day passed by in relative solitude. Now and then Eli would talk to her via the cameras throughout the house to check in and ask how her day was going. Ava still didn't have much of an appetite, but she managed to cook herself some eggs and toast every morning. She tried to read some of his books on the 3rd floor, but most of them were about business or dinosaurs and there was only so much she could read of that before she started dozing off. The tablet was useful insofar as she could window shop for clothes and whatnot, but of course, all social media was blocked. When she was sitting on the couch figuring out the tablet and what she was able to do, Ava typed Facebook in the browser out of sheer habit, not thinking twice. Suddenly, she watched the screen freeze and winced. When she tried to go back or visit anything else, it would not work. For several minutes she sat there in a panic, waiting to hear from Eli who surely knew what she had done.
"Ava," his voice finally echoed through the room from the closest camera, "What did I tell you about the tablet?"
She took a deep breath, trying to swallow the urge to react defensively. "I'm sorry, I'm so used to typing it in, I wasn't even thinking."
A momentary pause, then she heard the tablet beep in her hands and suddenly it showed a phone icon with the blinking bars of an incoming video call. She cursed herself, this was her break from him and now her carelessness was forcing her to spend more time appeasing him.
Her finger pressed accept and she fought the urge to touch her hair or do any of the usual things she did before accepting a video call. Why should she make any effort to please him?
Eli's stern face appeared, seated at his desk which she recognized by the familiar bookshelves he kept behind him in his office at work. Ava knew exactly who else was in his vicinity. Audrey Langhorne had an office diagonal to his. The walls between her office and Eli's comprised of two solid, two made of glass windows. If she or Ed Derrick, who had the office directly across from Eli's, were to walk by at just the right time and notice Ava's face on Eli's screen, then maybe they would realize something was amiss.
You're not that important to anyone in that office. No one, except Eli, apparently.
That crushing thought made her already anxious face begin to waver. More tears began to form in her eyes as Eli stared her down, not looking concerned in the least that anyone passing person would see her, and so, she reasoned, he must have safeguards in place for that possibility too.
"Ava," he leaned forward on his elbows, fingers folded together like some principal about to dish out punishment to an unruly student, "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt this one time, but if this happens again, I will be confiscating it for several days, and I don't think you want that, do you?"
She forced herself to look at him on screen and shook her head, "It was an accident. Muscle memory, I guess, from always logging in when I'm on a device."
He looked somewhat suspicious still, but then it seemed to pass and his face softened to a smile, "That's alright. You won't do it again. And it gave me an excuse to see your lovely face on my lunch break. How are you feeling?"
"Fine," she mumbled, wanting to end the call but not willing to risk him cutting her off from one of the only sources of entertainment she had as punishment.
"Good. Did you find something to eat? Anything, in particular, you want me to bring home for dinner tonight? I was thinking curry."
It was easier when he asked her specific questions she could answer, instead of open-ended ones about her day which he clearly wanted a cheerful answer to, which Ava could not find it in herself to give, at least not convincingly.
"Curry is good. I like curry."
He was looking down at his phone as he listened, he seemed to be typing out a text.
"Alright, I'll send you the menu to look over shortly and you can tell me your order before I leave in a few hours."
Her stomach tightened. She had already wasted half the day before he would be home and she would be expected to fuck him over and over again. It didn't even feel restful to be alone here now, because every minute felt like it was ticking by until his eventual return.
"Thanks," she remembered to say, managing a half-smile.
He looked directly at the camera so she felt like he was looking at her even from across the city, "Your pill is on a dish on the kitchen counter. I'll let you know when I'm on my way home so you can take it."
Ava nodded again, "Okay," she said meekly, looking over her shoulder towards the kitchen. A small white saucer sat next to the sink, just as he'd indicated.
"I guess I should go," he said, shuffling some papers on his desk, "I'll see you soon though. I can't wait."
Her face froze. She grappled for the best thing to say.
"Okay... see you then, I guess."
Eli's eyes continued to stare at his camera until she finally hit the button on the screen to end the call herself.
She huffed out a heavy sigh and leaned back into the couch cushions. He was surely watching her reaction now through the cameras again, so it wasn't like she could even break down without having him privy to every tear.
The rest of the afternoon she forced herself to watch mindless reality TV, just for some background noise if nothing else, a semblance of human interaction with anyone other than Eli.
In the early evening, she heard his voice come through the speakers again.
"Ava, I'm about to leave work and head to get the food. What did you want me to get you?"
From her spot lounging on the couch, Ava looked up at the camera and realized she had never even remembered to look at the menu. She had been too consumed with imagining what fresh torture he had planned for her tonight to make up for all his lost time.
"Tikka masala," she blurted out, "And garlic naan, if they have it."
Eli's voice chuckled, "It would help if you looked at the menu next time, but they have both, so I'll get you that. Anything else you want before I come home?"
She shook her head before remembering he expected a vocal answer, "No, thanks," she replied, squirming uncomfortably in her spot while she waited for his inevitable response.
"Okay... make sure you take the pill soon. I'll probably be home in an hour."
The way he said home so casually as if this was somewhere she held affectionate memories for instead of her prison, made Ava almost as queasy as the sight of the saucer waiting for her on the kitchen counter. She had gotten used to taking them willingly, but always from his hand when he was here to threaten her with force to get the stimulant down her throat, never when he wasn't even present in anticipation of his arrival.
He seemed to be reading her mind. "Don't forget, Ava. It will just sour our evening together. Be a good girl and listen."
Ava looked down at her lap to hide the furious look from the cameras, muttering through gritted teeth, "Understood." She almost added a sarcastic, 'master,' to the end but didn't want to give him reason to turn around and start expecting that title like some pseudo dom/sub relationship.
It took considerable effort for Ava to stand up and walk to the kitchen. There on the saucer, just as he'd said, was the familiar-looking pill. She glanced around for the bottle of antibiotics but remembered it was probably still too early in the day for her next dose. An empty glass on the counter from last night was filled with shaking hands as she picked up the pill and placed it in her mouth. This was it, she was following his orders even without him here to intimidate her in person. It felt like some new line was being crossed, a precedent was being set that if she did this once, she would continue to do so without argument. The act of swallowing this pill without him here felt like setting the stage for what she would accept, not that she had a choice in any of this.
Ava took a big swig of the water and swallowed the pill, then downed the glass and set it in the sink. For a moment she stood there, staring out the small window at the house next door. She couldn't see anything through their glass, and so, she reasoned, Eli told the truth when he said no one could see her in here either. She was like a caged animal without spectators; the main attraction, but for an audience of one.
Back to the couch she went, sinking down into the cushions and concentrating on the way she felt everywhere, but especially her pussy as she waited for the familiar sensations to begin. The tingling of anticipation was already present, but she turned up the volume on the TV and tried to concentrate on anything else.
The minutes ticked by. It felt like she checked the time more often than she watched the show. She couldn't even name half the contestants on it, even though she had watched them for the better part of an afternoon and half of them had slept with 2-3 others on the show by now.
Ava bit her lip. A jolt went through her at the thought of multiple romantic partners and she remembered, suddenly, when Eli had held her down on this couch and ravished her sex with his mouth for what felt like an hour.
Her breathing was getting heavy. The rise and fall of her chest became deeper and she leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes, pressing her legs together and fisting her hands into the blanket draped over her lap. Another glance at the tablet revealed the time was only 45 minutes since Eli's message.
She exhaled, sucking in another breath and feeling her hips rocking into the couch cushions, seeking out some form of friction. It gave her a good frame of reference though, for how long it took the medicine to really take effect. Ava tried to concentrate on that instead of the gnawing hunger between her legs, but there was only so much diversion she could find in trying to calculate the time between ingestion and maximum sexual need before she was biting her fist to keep from moaning. If Eli heard her through the cameras it would only fuel his ego, although she already knew he was probably watching her via his phone while he made the trek back, no doubt taking his time to let her suffer.
One glance towards the front door revealed a still empty stoop in the dwindling daylight.
For the first time since getting there, she thought about the likelihood that he might still be too far away, and her own ability to rectify this issue. She pressed her knees together until they ached, suppressing the moan that rose in the back of her throat. Another glance at the door, nothing. Before she could stop herself, her hand dove down the front of her yoga pants, slipping between her sopping wet folds and beginning to imitate the way Eli used his fingers to make her cum again and again.
The first orgasm hit her almost immediately. She tried not to cry out audibly but it was futile. Her body was starved for the release and upon granting it she threw back her head and howled at the ceiling, feeling the insides of her walls twitch around her fingers ravenously.
Ava had expected him to pipe in through the cameras, to admonish her for taking her own pleasure into her literal hands, but no reproach came, and her clit still throbbed like it needed more.
Somehow, this felt even worse than letting him be the one to fuck her to a climax. She had been reduced to doing it herself, and while that had been more than amenable to her even just a week ago in the privacy of her own apartment now it felt like some sort of punishment, another mind game she never consented to play.
But you took the pill immediately, she reasoned with herself, you could have waited. You knew from experience how quickly it can take.
She ignored her own self-critique as her fingers pinched her clit and began trying to take her back across the finish line again before Eli decided to intervene. Her feet were braced against the floor, lifting her hips to give her better access to plumb her own depths. Once, when she was almost there, she looked straight at the camera pointed in her direction, almost as an act of defiance. Ava saw that menacing red light on the camera and imagined Eli watching all of this from his phone, and seeing her take away his opportunities to do this himself. The very thought was the final tipping point for her, and this time instead of trying to stifle her voice she bellowed her pleasure as loudly as she could, riding her own hand and grinning at the thought of him coming in expecting her to be begging him to fuck her and instead finding she had done the job for him.
A few minutes after she sat there replete, her fingers still buried in her own cunt, she finally heard Eli's voice, but it wasn't over the cameras. He was right behind her.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and she jumped where she was sitting, yanking her fingers free and looking at him like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
He didn't look upset, rather, he was watching her with his arms crossed, one hand thoughtfully stroking his chin, and reminding her once again of being remanded by a principal for misbehavior at school.
The way he stared at her was unnerving. She wanted to ask how long he had been there watching her, and how he had gotten in without her hearing, but the sight of him there in that suit, his glasses making him look so scholarly had her pussy already tingling again in expectation.
Eli stepped closer to the back of the couch and bent over to kiss her upside down, wrapping his hand around her neck in another show of possessiveness. She was reminded of the time she thought he was going to choke her to death days ago after she said she would rather die than bear his children. Now here she was kissing him with passion, bringing up her hand that hadn't been hitherto deep in her snatch to pull on his shoulder and yank him down to her.
He climbed over the couch with ease and pulled her closer. Hanging down at her side was the hand she had used to manage the time it took him to get here, and he gently tugged at her wrist to bring it up to his waiting mouth.
The thought of what he was about to do would have normally repulsed her. Prior to this entrapment scheme of his, Ava had very rarely allowed any of her prior partners to go down on her, and usually only after they had begged. When Eli took the three fingers she had used and drew them one at a time into his mouth to suck them clean of her juices, she shuddered and did not turn away when he leaned over her to kiss her lips with the same mouth that had just cleaned her fingers with his tongue.
Her pants and panties were quickly pushed down by her own hands, she was surprised to find. Eli made no mention of it, his own hands were busy unbuckling his belt and hurrying to free his lower half enough to be joined with hers.
"Take me," she moaned, "Please."
Eli didn't have to be told twice. He guided his thick cock into her, slipping inside with ease after she had wet the way for him through her own ministrations.
"God, you're still so tight," he groaned, "So fucking tight for me."
Ava pulled him down to kiss her again, wrapping her arms around his neck almost in a vice to hold him exactly where she wanted, as tight as she liked. It was difficult to get a good rhythm on the plush sofa, but Eli grabbed a pillow and hoisted her ass up enough to set it under her before he began to thrust in earnest.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him on. Her mind rationalized that she shouldn't encourage any part of this before her pussy clamped onto his cock in preparation to cum again.
It was hot, sweaty work to fuck on a sofa with their top halves still clothed. Eli's perfectly coiffed hair became disheveled from her hands gripping it and the multitude of pillows around their heads. When Ava came again, she dug her nails into his shoulders and choked out a moan that preceded the stuttering of his pace as he unleashed himself inside her.
She thought of her small frame, heavy and round with his child, and instead of disgusting her, for the first time, the image made her cum harder than she had been. The orgasm dragged on and on as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the image that had caused it. Dazed afterward, she lay there panting against his neck, trying to process this new development as Eli stilled over top of her and kissed her forehead now damp with sweat.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he held himself over her, "Looks like you got the party started without me."
Ava was still panting, her heart tightened at the implication of what that mental image had meant and the way she felt a pleasurable knot behind her stomach in the place she knew his seed was heading.
No. She did not just cum at the thought of being pregnant by him. This was wrong in every way, and she hated him even in the midst of being fucked senseless by him. Her expression went cold and she turned away, waiting for him to withdraw his cock from her cunt and let her get up from the couch. The need to be fucked by him would return with a vengeance very soon, and she wanted her reprieve to not be consumed with musing over this morbid change.
Eli kissed her lips before he got up, tenderly stroking her bottom lip with his thumb and then following it with his tongue.
"You're amazing," he gushed, "Absolutely amazing."
So it continued for the next several days. Eli would leave in the morning, and although she still felt him wake with an erection digging into her back and wandering hands squeezing the soft flesh they found, he didn't press her for morning sex the first several days. At night was a different story. Just as he'd said, every day he left a pill for her to take before he arrived home, and shortly before leaving work he would speak to her through the cameras in whatever room she was in, reminding her to take it now as he was on his way shortly.
Ava learned from her induction into this routine to wait longer after hearing he was on his way. The frantic need she had awakened and been reduced to handling by herself seemed to have made Eli believe that she was finally coming around. He was even more affectionate with her even when he wasn't pounding her. Sex with Eli became more tender, less rough than her first days under his thumb. While he was at work, she had more time to think through how that image had made her feel and why it spurred a greater erotic response than she had ever thought possible. It was the drugs, she reasoned, he already said they made her more compliant. It was the drugs and a hefty dose of Stockholm syndrome. She wanted to google that term and research other such cases, but as Eli had already shown, he watched everything she did in that house while he was away, down to every last Google search. The last thing she wanted to do was search for a term that would make him think she was coming around to the idea of being his captive breeding slave.
When he arrived back every night he always had a takeout dinner bag in one hand and his briefcase in the other, but even with delaying the pill a half hour, by the time he walked through the door her panties were already soaked. The thought did occur to her to simply not take it, but then she knew he would find out when she failed to climax in rapid succession and that was not lending itself to building the trust with him she would need to eventually escape. So she took it, along with the antibiotics he dispensed every morning before he left and in the evening when he returned. Her infection did not come back, and Eli was thankfully much more careful about where he put his fingers after the times he used them to explore her other hole.
At night after multiple rounds beneath him or sometimes on top, standing up, bent over a hard surface, etc. they would retire together in bed like an old married couple and Eli would hold her close, telling her about his day and asking questions about hers as if he didn't already know every detail.
Ava answered most of them with less venom now. She was single-minded in her determination to earn his trust, and then, after he let down his guard and brought her outside with him, she would make her escape, and deal with whatever repercussions he had wrought upon her when she did.
The weekend came again and Eli resumed giving her the pills in the morning and evening so he could have her throughout the day. It had been just over a week and already Ava noticed more and more how her body began to crave it even before the stimulant began weaving through her system. Each morning she woke up hornier and hornier. She would fight the urge to wake him herself as she lay there with his bare chest against her naked back. When he would begin to stir and his hands started exploring she would repress the urge to encourage it, but after fucking her more times in one week than any previous partner in her life, he was learning her body better than her by now, and after another full weekend of being fucked at least a dozen times a day, it was getting more difficult to deny that the drugs didn't feel as necessary as before.
That following Monday morning, a full 10 days after she first found herself his prisoner, Ava woke up positively throbbing. She shifted uncomfortably under his arms, feeling overwhelmed by his body heat combined with the tension from her inner walls pulsing with need. Whether it was the residual stimulant in her system, Stockholm syndrome, or simple repetition she couldn't pinpoint, but she needed to get off, and she needed it now.
It would have probably been possible to pleasure herself while he slept next to her, but it wasn't a risk she wanted to take. He hadn't seemed upset that she masturbated while waiting for him that first night, but it was still something so deeply personal that she didn't want to share with him or feel like he was still managing to take pleasure for himself by watching her do it. Even throughout the day when the urge struck her, she resisted. Often, she would look up at the cameras whenever the familiar ache began as if to stare him down for making her into this wanton creature who couldn't function without cumming a half-dozen times by noon.
Ava moved her hips backward, rubbing against his groin and thighs to try and be coy about waking him. She tried to nudge her shoulders back against his chest like anyone might while beginning to wake up in the arms of another person, but he still seemed deep asleep.
Frustrated, she huffed a quiet sigh and pushed her hips against his again, waiting for the telltale sign of his awakening to stand to attention as it always did.
Nothing.
Irritated now, she pulled her arm out from under his, freeing it to slip under the covers and down towards the area she was desperately needing him to attend to...
His hand grabbed her wrist suddenly, stopping her.
"Does someone need to be serviced?"
Almost against her will, she whimpered, wedging her body closer to his in answer.
"Mmm," he nuzzled her hair, "I love the way you smell."
Ava's heart seized when his greedy hands began to move down her body. Once again, she reminded herself guiltily that she shouldn't feel goosebumps everywhere he touched her, but then reminded herself that he had done this intentionally. His plan was working; the medicine had begun training her body to crave sex, to crave him, by sheer repetition. Now his naked cock was standing at full attention. He kissed her neck and she felt his lips grin against her skin when the action made her breath hitch.
"There are no drugs to blame for this reaction." He purred, "This is all you. Your body wants mine. It wants me."
She moaned when his hand brushed her breasts, wanting to deny it, to remind him of his words about residual stimulant still being to blame for her receptiveness even hours after the last dose, but the ache between her legs was raging and the more he touched her, kissed her, rubbed himself against her, the more ragged her breathing became as she clenched her legs and willed her body to stop responding to him.
He dipped his hand lower, down her stomach, caressing the space he seemed desperate to conquer in more ways than one, then further to delicately stroke the bud at the apex of her thighs.
"No," she whined, even as her body arched back against his, her ass grinding against his cock while he rhythmically stroked her clit and two long fingers slipped into her crevasse, mimicking his thrusts when he was usually inside her.
"So needy this morning," he groaned, licking her neck from collarbone to her earlobe, "Let me help you with that."
Ava whimpered, swaying her hips and grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. She thought to argue, to deny everything he said, but right now all she could think about was getting his cock inside her and making her cum.
"Eli," she moaned, turning to face him even though he had to remove his hand to do it. She kissed him, hiking one leg over his waist by way of invitation to enter her and grinding against his cock now twitching with need against the inside of her thigh.
He rolled her onto her back, his tongue warring with hers so harshly she felt like he was trying to consume her. Ava spread her legs without any prompting, her hands grabbed his ass cheeks and dug her nails in, willing him to give her relief.
"Please."
Finally, he relented, pushing himself inside with ease and groaning at the sensation. "God, you're always so tight," he murmured, "So tight and wet for me."
Eli kissed her neck again and she looked up at the ceiling, bucking her hips against him to encourage his body to move within, deep, quick strokes the way he always made her cum so hard.
He obliged, withdrawing almost to the tip before plunging back in. Ava held onto him for dear life, kissing his chest and shoulders. God, why did it have to feel so good? Why couldn't see she resist him and save her pride?
He used one hand to hold some of his weight off of her, and the other pulled her chin, gently, to make her look into his eyes.
"I want to watch your face when I make you cum."
Ava couldn't look away. She stared into his cold blue eyes until the moment her climax began to crest. She started to scrunch her face and give into it but he tapped her chin, "Look at me," he ordered.
She did, and when she opened her eyes and saw his look of wonderment as he watched her fall apart she came even harder, lips brushing his as she grabbed his face and yanked him down to kiss her hard again.
Eli moaned into her mouth Moments later his pace stuttered, then slowed, then stopped, and she knew he had cum in her again, once more without any argument on her part or any help from the drugs. She had let him. She had loved every second of it, and now she hated herself for it.
He rolled off of her onto his back and tried to catch his breath, grinning when their eyes met.
"We should start every morning like this," he enthused, rolling onto his side to watch her, "Especially this week before I leave for Lockwood Manor all weekend. I can even try to be home earlier, so we can have more time to..." his voice trailed off and his eyes did a goofy sort of dance. How was he so contradictory? One minute he was all tender sweetness, the next a calculating, aloof sociopath. She never know which one she might get, but she knew how to trigger him toward the latter, which never ended well for her. Her job, she reminded herself, was to gain his trust, little by little, and then, when the time was right - when opportunity struck, she would take it, and then she would be free.
He kissed her on the nose, then on the forehead before he slipped out of bed, his legs stumbling when he stood like he was suddenly dizzy.
"Whew," he chuckled, "Didn't realize I came that hard. Time for a quick shower. Are you coming?"
Ava arched her eyebrow at him sardonically, "Is that a trick question?"
He laughed. A deep-throated, belly laugh, then arched his eyebrow smugly, "I could make you cum again?"
She smiled and closed her eyes. "I think I'll sleep for a bit more first. Suddenly I'm so worn out. I wonder why."
He laughed again, "Sorry to have tuckered you out so early, unless..." he stopped, "When is your period due?"
Her heart stopped. She knew he was likely to ask again soon, but without her phone to check her app she couldn't be sure, although she knew it wasn't far away.
"I don't know, why?" she decided to play dumb, keeping her eyes closed.
"You know why," he said derisively, "How can you not know when it's due?"
"Eli, we live in a world where dinosaurs were brought back from extinction and cars can drive themselves. I don't mark it on a wall calendar. I keep track of it in my phone."
"So if I get your phone for you right now, we can check that?"
It was harder to keep herself deliberately nonchalant about it all, "Yes, I guess so. But they're not always accurate," she quickly added, "Mine were usually very irregular before I started the pill in high school. I might get two a month or not get one for three months."
"But you said you were off the pill?"
"Yes Eli," her tone was exasperated, "I had an IUD in for the past 5 years but my periods were too heavy on it, so I had it removed last month to give my body a break. No telling what my periods will be like now."
His jaw was set in a hard line, "Are you telling me the truth?"
"Why would I lie to you about that? If anything, I would tell you I didn't have an IUD even when I did, but fate has screwed me on that front."
He made no further comment. She heard him leave, the beeping of the keypad alerting her before he opened and closed the door behind him. Any chance for more sleep was gone now, so she lay there looking at the faded ivy wallpaper and contemplating what he was probably doing right now.
The door opened again and startled her.
"What's your passcode?" he asked - her cell phone in his hand.
"Here, give it to me," she sat up and reached out for it, "I'll do it."
Eli smirked, "Not a chance. Tell me the code."
Her cheeks burned red, "42069."
The look he shot her was incredulous, "Really?"
Ava shrugged, "It was a joke with my friends in college. I just got used to using it so I never switched."
He chuckled, punching it in and swiping through the screen.
"Any missed calls or texts?" she asked hopefully.
"Not that you'll be allowed to answer," he responded curtly, "You have too many apps on here. Which one tracks your cycle?"
She sighed, "If you come here I could show you. That would be faster."
He sat down on the side of the bed next to her and she leaned over to see her familiar screen, as well as the 12 text messages and 6 missed calls. Her fingers itched to see who they were from. Instead, she swiped to the next screen and clicked the folder she kept her medical apps in.
"So organized," Eli joked, but she ignored him, pulling up the app. If nothing else, at least she would know how close she was to danger by now.
The calendar populated and she looked. Four days. Her period was due in four days.
"Perfect," Eli was grinning, "I'll be going out of town in 5 days. That way I should know before I leave."
Ava swallowed the lump in her throat. "Like I said, they were irregular before. I might be late for weeks and not be pregnant. I might get my period and not stop bleeding for a month."
He pressed the button on the side to lock the phone screen.
"Don't worry," he assured her, "I'll still be here either way."
While she knew he meant it to be comforting, the thought was not what she wanted to hear.
"Alright, I need to shower and head into the office for the day. You sure you don't want another one?" He gave her a lewd smile and looked down at her body wrapped in the sheet.
She shook her head, mind reeling with possibilities right now, "You don't want to be late."
Eli chuckled, "It's Monday and I'm one of the highest in the company. I can get there whenever I want."
Ava couldn't really argue with that, and slumped back into the bed, rolling onto her side and remembering the doctor's advice to pee after every time they fucked, but wanting to stall until he left and she could have the bathroom to herself.
Four days. Her hand swept over her torso and rested on her flat stomach. There was still hope she might not conceive. She mentally tried to calculate when she was usually due to ovulate. Of course, just like she had told him, there was no telling after being on the IUD for so long. Any fertility or lack thereof would be just as much of a surprise to her as it was to him.
Eli returned, freshly showered and wearing only a towel. She watched him as he dressed without feeling the need to pretend to be sleeping. It was surreal, knowing him for who and what he was, just still feeling a physical pull towards him and an appreciation for his body and the way his muscles flexed when he reached for his clothes and dropped his towel. Even his ass was more toned than she would have expected underneath all those business clothes. He noticed her staring and turned his body to face her, allowing her full view of his cock dangling proudly.
"See something you like?"
Ava swallowed. Now she wished she had faked being asleep.
He stepped closer, "Last chance to ask me for another round before I go."
She rolled onto her back, legs parting slightly. "But you're already showered."
Another arrogant smile, "I can make you cum in 5 minutes or less and barely be late to work."
Her chest rose and fell, already gearing up in anticipation of his offer. It still felt wrong to ask him. Ten days ago whenever he forced her onto his cock at least more than half the time she could feel like he knew she despised him and rejected his advances. Now she was lying in his bed, naked and wanting, while he offered her another chance to house his cock and she was actually craving it.
"N-n-no," she mumbled, and his smile broadened.
"You're adjusting very well lately, Ava, but I think part of you liked it when I was rougher, hmm? You always came so hard when I would pin you down and force you to take my cock. I know you like it sweet, and gentle like we have been, but part of you misses being dominated against your will, doesn't it?"
Ava refused to answer. How was it possible that he seemed to get better and better at reading her mind?
His legs were almost leaning against the bed now, his cock hardening as he spoke, jutting out from his body to show her just how much it excited him too, the thought of taking her against her will and molding her into the perfect sex toy he wanted. Her heart was racing to hear him say it, and she wanted to refute everything but even through the thin sheet he could see the stiff peaks of her nipples protruding.
"God, you want it so bad, don't you? I think part of you even loves being bred against your will, but you'll never admit it. You just want to be seen as some good girl who likes normal sex and has a few kinks here and there, but deep, deep down there's someone who wants to be restrained, to be made to endure things she thinks she shouldn't want, to be owned in every possible way by a man totally obsessed with her."
He was leaning down over her now, his face so close to hers she could kiss him if she weren't paralyzed by fear of what he was saying.
"You know you shouldn't want to be with someone who forces you, you shouldn't want to be impregnated without your consent, but now that you've had some time to adjust you're loving it more than you ever thought, and your body craves it because biologically it's programmed to want the strongest, most dominant male to breed with, and you know that's me."
Eli's hand was peeling the sheet down her body, revealing her quivering limbs as she waited to hear what he would say next, the pressure in her chest and her quim traveling inward to converge in the place he was speaking about so nonchalantly. Her womb seemed to tremble within her and Ava panted through parted lips, watching his eyes rove over her naked body in appreciation before he climbed on top of her.
"I will be that man for you, Ava. I will give your body what it needs in all ways. When you need it hard and rough, I will do that for you. When you want it gentle and sweet, I can provide that too."
His lips leaned close to her ear as he delivered the last words, "When you want to be fucked full of my seed until you're carrying my child, over and over again, I will oblige you as many times as it takes."
Ava moaned, squirming on the bed before he cradled her head and thrust his tongue into her mouth, sinking his body down on top of hers to pin her to the bed. His hard cock was pressed between them, hot and twitching against her stomach like it had a mind of its own. Eli's mouth traveled to her jaw and then her neck, then down to her breasts as she looked down and watched him lavish them with kisses then lathe each nipple with his tongue. Ava's hands wove into his hair, tugging roughly at first, then she stopped, waiting for him to get mad.
"If you want to pull my hair that's fine, my love. I want you to do whatever you want to feel good – and tell me what you want me to do for you."
His tongue dragged a trail from between her breasts up her neck to her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling until she was whining in the back of her throat.
"I wa- I want—" she couldn't complete a sentence. The truth of his words, her fury at herself for not being able to deny it, and the visceral reaction caused by them had rendered her all but speechless.
Suddenly, Eli stopped, and his hand slid up to her throat, wrapping his fingers around it tentatively and then looking at her to gauge her reaction.
"Do you want it rough?" he asked gruffly, his cock still digging into the soft skin of her tummy.
Ava looked at him almost fearfully. It was one thing to succumb to his brute force and endure the resulting climaxes, it was another to actively welcome it. If she told him 'yes' right now, that's what she would be doing, and yet the ache inside her only grew as he waited for her answer.
"Y-y-yes," she whispered, her first tear in days leaking out to roll down her cheek and onto his wrist where it still held her neck.
Eli's face went grimly serious. For a moment she thought he was disappointed in her answer somehow, then he abruptly moved his hand from her throat and with a hard yank, he flipped her over, clamping it over her mouth at her startled cry.
"Shh, Ava, just let yourself enjoy this."
Pinned facedown onto the bed by his heavy body, his cock resting over her ass and the small of her back, Ava pushed at the headboard and tried to object into the palm of his hand. She felt his weight shift and then heard the familiar click of metal before his rough hands were grabbing hers and pulling them up to the headboard. In doing so, he let go of her mouth, and before he could continue she wailed, "Eli, please, not like this. The handcuffs hurt. I have bruises for days."
He paused, cock twitching against her ass cheeks, already past due to be inside her. Ava's heart seized when she heard the metal again, but it dropped next to her as he yanked her to the side of the bed and bent her body perfectly over the edge.
"I know you love it from behind," he groaned, fitting his cock to her entrance at last. She moaned and thrashed as he pushed his way in. She was still wet from his last incursion, but he went deliberately slow, leaning over her to link his hands over hers, pushing them into the bed as he held his full weight off of her and began to thrust.
"Oh God, please no," she moaned, and she wasn't sure if she was rejecting this form of subjugation or the fact that he now had confirmation she secretly welcomed it.
Eli picked up his pace, "I can't wait until you're round and growing with my child, Ava. You're going to make an amazing mother."
"No... no..." she managed to eke out, but his words pushed her closer to the edge more than she would like to admit. She tried to pull her hands from his but he held on tighter, leaning in closer for every thrust as he took her from behind knowing full well what else he was, and had been, taking from her all this time. Her freedom. Her autonomy. Her body. Her choices.
Ava began to thrash on the bed. She couldn't let him think he had won. She had to stop being so compliant for him even when the drugs wore off. To hell with trying to get on his good side, she needed to keep fighting back.
"Stop it. Get off of me," she yelled, arching her back but only giving him better leverage to pummel her insides.
He laughed, resting even more of his weight on top of her so she could only lay there helplessly, feeling her orgasm build as he pushed her through another door she wouldn't be able to close again. This would become more normal, him pretending to rape her for her own enjoyment while he was actually raping her, but having managed to train her to get off on it like the demon that he was.
"Stop. Stop. STOP." She echoed her pleas from that first night to the same reaction they had elicited then and every time since. The very act of his refusal to listen, to cease fucking her, and the knowledge that he would continue to do so at his own pleasure for as long as he could, it all culminated in some perversely pleasurable wave that rolled through her body as she braced her legs for his thrusts and felt her pussy squeeze him as she began to scream, riding out her most powerful orgasm in days.
"Nooooooooo... unnnnhhhhh..." she couldn't move, he had her pressed into the bed too tightly for that, but a few strokes later and she felt the telltale stutter of his hips as he began to paint her insides with ropes of his cum. Her shaky legs went limp, dangling off the bed until he was complete. He pulled out of her with little fanfare, wobbling over towards the door and heading for the bathroom. She thought he was leaving her there, still folded over the edge of the bed trying to catch her breath, when he came back in with a hand towel just as she felt the globs of his cum begin to drip out her cunt and down her legs.
"Here," he used the towel to wipe the excess, then pulled her up to her feet.
"Shower," he ordered, and she didn't argue. He took her hand and pulled her along as if she might get lost along the way, pulling her in with him as soon as the water was ready.
Inside, she let him hold her as the steam enveloped their bodies, resting her head on his shoulder while he scrubbed her back and between her legs, kissing her mouth and neck from time to time, always with great tenderness.
After their bodies were washed, he gestured towards the shampoo and conditioner bottles he had retrieved from her apartment days ago.
"Wash up and take as long as you want," he kissed her temples, "I've got to get to work, but I'll be thinking about you all day." His hand held her waist like he didn't want to let go, but when he finally did, he let his thumbs trace a circle over her abdomen and she felt an ominous lurch behind her belly button that shook her to her core. If she didn't miss her cycle after the sheer amount of cum he had released in her these past 10 days, it would be a miracle.