Chapter 09

Chapter 09
There was no time for self-pity, no time to consider the bleakness of my situation. The guard huffed in a mildly threatening manner, turned and left. And I knew I had to prepare for Elias if I didn't want to be punished. Hurriedly, I went to the bathroom. On the way, the other maids looked at me with suspicious eyes, and I knew that many of them still believed that I was responsible for Janice's death, but I steeled myself and went about my business. Just as I was about to leave the courtyard, I walked into Yvette. I wanted to ask her where Janice's body was, but I was too timid for that. Besides I had already spent enough time and Elias would be waiting.

I walked briskly to Elias's chamber and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" I heard from inside.

"It's me, Master," I said in a small voice. "You sent for me."

I heard nothing for a while and wondered if he was already angry, if he wss going to punish me for my tardiness. I must have waited for five minutes, but it felt like more, and every second of it was torture. Finally, the door opened with a loud squeak, but there was no one opening the door. I walked in, at first not seeing Elias. Then I saw him near his bed, stark naked. And even though I had seen him in that state before, it was still an uncomfortable sight.

"What took you so long?" He asked, his tone calm, almost conciliatory.

"I ... had to have a bath," I said. "I'm sorry."

He waved his hand, as if my apology did not matter. And then, with his finger, he signalled for me to come close. I took a deep breath and readied myself for what was to come. Who knew what debauched thought was going through his head? I got very close to him, and he pulled me by the hand so that I was very near him, our bodies almost in contact.

"You know better than to keep your clothes on, girl," he said, and I took my clothes off quickly, lest he tore them apart again. After that, he smiled a self-satisfied smile, held my chin and kissed me thoroughly, inserting his tongue into my mouth roughly. I kept my eyes open throughout while he closed his, and I felt a wave of disgust go through my body. He pulled away after he was done, but kept his eyes on me, stroking my face, almost in a loving manner. I let my eyes fall to the floor out of shame.

"Girl, look at me!" He ordered. "Except I tell you otherwise, you are to maintain eye-contact with me. Okay?"

I nodded. He continued stroking my face.

"You look so precious, my pet," he said tenderly. "So delicate. It is no wonder you passed out yesterday. You have no sexual experience whatsoever. Which is why you should be grateful to me. Because what I know, I will be teaching you. You'll love it, you'll see."

I nodded again, even though I didn't know what for.

"You need to be strong, and you need to be open-minded," he continued, "because we're going to be doing a lot together, and I don't want to hear any objections. Today's lesson will be a handjob. Have you done that before?"

Apart from the risque tales Hilda had generously told me, I knew nothing about a hand-job, and had certainly never come close to doing it before. But, as Elias mentioned, I had to keep an open mind.

"No, I haven't done that before," I said, and he threw his head back and laughed.

"I knew it!" He said. "You're fucking naive. But not to worry. I'll teach you. Now, grab my dick."

I looked down at his flaccid penis and held it inexpertly. It was small and felt like a giant worm. Elias grabbed me by the chin roughly.

"Stroke it," he commanded, and I began to stroke it. "Not so slowly."

Yeah. Just like that. I kept on stroking and he gave instructions intermittently, letting out groans that seemed to come from the back of his throat. In only a minute, his flaccid penis had stiffened and enlarged in my hand. I looked at it again to appraise the size.

"Ahh, yeah!" He said, his head tossed backwards. "Fuck yes. This is good. Really good. You're getting the hang of it. That's it. Slowly. Slowly. Not so slow! Yeah. Yeah."

I kept on stroking, almost proud of my work and the progress I was making. I told myself it wasn't so bad.

"This is good," he said. "But this is only the beginning. You know what a blow-job is, don't you?"

"Yes, master," I said, a bit frightened, because, of course, Hilda had told me about it before. But the thought of Elias's huge penis in my mouth and down my throat made me want to retch.

"Right," he said. "You know what to do — go down on your knees, girl!"

I let myself sink to my knees, my hand still on his penis. Before I put into my mouth, I looked at it, almost disgusted. I wanted badly to leave the room.

"What are you waiting for?" He said, and I inserted the erect penis into my mouth, moving it back and forth. But I was severely unskilled, and my teeth scraped his flesh. He let out a sharp breath and grabbed my head.

"No teeth!" He said. "If you draw blood, I'll kill you."

Frightened, wanting to please, I continued cautiously. He held my head and pushed his penis far into my mouth, so that I could feel it at the back of my throat. I gagged, still trying to prevent contact with my teeth, but he kept pushing further and further, till I felt my eyes bulging out. Just then, I heard someone slam through the door.

"Elias, where the fuck is that pet of yours?!?!" Someone said.

It was Lucien, and he sounded furious.