Pleasant punishment

Eliot lifts his head from between my thighs. I don't want to look at him, but my post-orgasmic body betrays me and I find myself looking at him anyway.

Pure menace shines in his eyes as he runs his fingers over his lips and then wipes them with the tongue that was just inside me.

"Glad to see you're not as dry as your mother probably is. You almost choked me."

He reaches out and touches my pussy again. I shudder at how sensitive it is.

"Payback was never to kill me, was it?" I ask him.

He shakes his head. "You finally get it."

Without a word or a glance at me, Eliot gets up and leaves the room, turns off the light and closes the door behind him. I'm left in the dark, still chained to the bed with my pussy soaked with my own pleasure.

ELIOT

"How's Mery ?" I ask Andrew as I walk into the kitchen and head to the coffee pot to make myself a large Americano.

I'm going to need caffeine to get me through the rest of the day now that I have the taste of Revean on my lips.

"The doctor's with her. She needs a couple of stitches." I shudder at how badly Revean has hurt Mery . "I don't know what you told Revean , Eliot , but I really wanted to escape." Andrew raises an eyebrow.

I take a seat at the white marble table, cross my left leg over my right, and set the coffee cup down on the black slate placemat.

"I told her the truth about her father, nothing more. She's the one exaggerating."

"Did you get snippy and threaten revenge when you told her?"

"Maybe." I take a puff on my coffee and take a sip, letting the caffeine relax me. "I've been nothing but nice to her. I didn't ask for this to happen. I could take what's mine, with a minimum of fuss, and send her back to Pharr."

"If that's the case, why don't you do what it takes to get the money. I'm guessing she's handcuffed to the bed in the basement room, did you fuck her?".

I shake my head and put my fingers to my lips, "No, not fuck my dick."

"You're getting soft!" Andrew rolls his eyes.

"Don't say that again or I'll be forced to prove to you that I'm never soft on anyone, not even my best friend," I warn him.

Andrew tilts his head to acknowledge my warning. I motion for him to grab a coffee and sit at the table with me. He makes himself an espresso and joins me.

I look down at my coffee and back up at him.

"Have I told you the age difference between my parents yet?".

He shakes his head.

"When they first got married, they told everyone that my mother was twenty-one. That made it easier for her to be around the casino and know that my father was thirty-three. There was still an age difference, but not as big as in reality. My mother was only seventeen. That's a sixteen-year age difference. I think you know the rules as well as I do. They could only marry with parental consent, proof that they lived in Nevada, and a court order. I guess my father paid someone to overlook the age difference. She was too young. Her body had not fully matured, I think my mother must have gotten pregnant practically on her wedding night, because I was born nine months later. My mother hemorrhaged when she gave birth to me. I was a big baby. Nine and a half pounds. They had no choice but to remove her uterus, and so I was my parents' first and last child."

"Shit, I didn't know that." Andrew looks at me dumbfounded.

"It's not something my dad and I talk about much. But it's the reason I won't push Revean into anything without his consent. Even though he's a couple of years older than my mother was when she got married, Revean's body is malnourished and he hasn't fully matured. I am not a complete monster. I saw the pain in my mother's eyes because she couldn't have any more children. I was sad that I had no siblings to support me with what my father put me through, not that I would have allowed it. I would have protected them from him. I guess he thought it would have kept me a little more human. He didn't realize I was the only one capable of doing that."

The coffee has cooled, I bring the cup to my mouth and gulp it down. The caffeine helps mitigate the rage I feel again at the loss of my mother, the one person who could have kept me from becoming my father.

"Now I understand why you fight your father in his insistence on a quick marriage."

I snort a laugh. "Yes, my mother put a little compassion in me."

"Just a little?" Andrew finishes his espresso with a smile on his face.

"Again, if you tell anyone else, I'll have your balls."

"You know anything you say is safe with me. We've known each other too long for that to change."

"I really do." I push the chair back as I stand up and head to the sink, where I leave the cup for the maid to wash. Turning to Andrew , I lean against the counter. "This doesn't mean that Revean has earned a reprieve, after her escape maneuver. She's the one who wants him to be a monster. I guess it makes it easier for her to justify leaving her home in the company of a stranger without hesitation."

"I don't think you gave her much choice, remember." Andrew gets up and puts his mug in the sink.

"She could have run screaming from me. I would have had to chase her down. You were ready with the tranquilizer darts. Besides, I think she did me a favor by running today. It's made me realize she's a coward like her father. It will make it easier for me to get back at her. You know I hate cowards."

"I don't know any who haven't been punished by you yet. But equally, Eliot , you haven't stopped touching your lips since you walked into this room. Are you sure this is the right kind of revenge? I know he's terrified of sex because of his mother, but what if he starts to enjoy it? If he cums on your face, it shows he doesn't dislike it at any cost."

I raise my hand to shush Andrew . He stops talking immediately.

"This is certainly the right revenge. If he starts to enjoy what I do to him, it will be easier when he realizes this is just a means to an end."

Without hearing another word, I leave the kitchen and head for my office. I reach out to open the door and realize I've been inadvertently touching my lips.

Andrew was right, this isn't going to be as easy as I thought. How can I hate someone so much and at the same time want to bury my head between their legs?