Chapter 46 His To Mark
Elsie
“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.” I cried out as Caleb drove in and out of me with such a punishing pace. My body was a mess of sweat and pleasure, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, my nipples hard and sensitive. I came many times until I couldn’t come anymore. It felt so good, like a never-ending wave of ecstasy crashing over me. Caleb’s cock is huge, stretching me in the most delicious way, filling me up completely.
He was enraged, knowing I’ve been fucking his brothers. But right now, all that anger is channeled into his movements, his hips slamming into mine with a force that makes the bed shake. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his breath hot on my neck.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Elsie,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “You’re mine now.”
I whimpered, my nails digging into his back, drawing blood. The pain only seemed to turn him on more, his thrusts became even more brutal. I could feel his cock hitting that spot inside me, the one that makes me see stars.
“Caleb, please,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I can’t… I can’t take it.”
But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He was too far gone, lost in the pleasure of my body. He turned me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand gripped my waist, pulling me down onto his cock as he thrusts, going deeper than ever before.
“Come with me, Elsie,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
And I did. I came so hard that I saw white, my body convulsing around his. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. It’s a cream pie of epic proportions, his cum dripping out of me as he finally pulls out.
We both collapse onto the bed, panting and sweating. He pulled me into his arms, brushing my hair back from my face.
“You’re staying the night,” he said, his voice firm. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I’m shocked. I’m just a maid, after all. But the way he looked at me, the way he held me, it’s like I’m something precious. Something to be cherished.
“I have to leave,” I protest weakly. “Your father doesn’t want me here and I do not want any trouble.”
“Fuck my father,” Caleb growled. “I’ll take care of everything in the morning. Right now, you’re staying with me.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I was too weak, too sated to put up much of a fight. Besides, I didn’t really want to leave. I wanted to stay here, in his arms, feeling his cum dripping out of me.
I wanted to stay—not just because of him, but also because of his brothers, Mrs. Lancaster, and my mission. Right now, I’ve hit a dead end after discovering the blazers. I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to Clarita’s death. It wasn’t just an accident—it’s starting to look like a deliberate attack. Maybe she saw something she wasn’t supposed to, and she paid for it with her life. I needed to stay and uncover what was really happening inside the Lancaster mansion. What were they hiding?
“I’ve never stayed in a monster’s room before,” I said, a small smile playing on my lips.
He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Baby girl.”
Baby girl? Fuck! My pussy throbbed at the sound of that.
I laughed, the sound echoing through the room. It was a laugh of pure joy, of pure happiness. I’m here, in the arms of a monster, and I’ve never been happier.
We fell asleep like that, tangled together, his cum still leaking out of me. It was a messy, sweaty, sticky sleep, but it’s the best sleep I’ve ever had.
In the morning, I was up to the feeling of his cock hard against my thigh. I rolled over, straddling him, my pussy already wet and ready. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I slide down onto his cock.
“Good morning,” I said, a wicked smile on my lips.
“Morning,” he growled, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing them gently.
I ride him slow and steady, my body still sore from last night. But the soreness only added to the pleasure, each thrust sending a jolt of ecstasy through me. He met my thrusts with his own, his hips bucking up to meet mine.
“Fuck, Elsie,” he groans, his head falling back. “You feel so good.”
I leaned down, my breasts pressing against his chest as I kissed him. Our tongues dance together, our breaths mingling. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his body tensing.
“I’m gonna come,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
I ride him faster, my body moving in a blur. I felt my own orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly. He came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his cum. I followed soon after, my body convulsing around his.
We collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, the sensation making me shiver. He pulled me into his arms, brushing my hair back from my face.
“You’re staying,” he said, his voice firm. “I’m not letting you go.”
I smiled, a wicked grin spreading across my lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, my voice a low purr. “I’m right where I want to be.”
And I was. I’m in the arms of a monster, and I’ve never been happier. I’m a maid, but I’m also so much more. I’m his. And he’s mine. And that’s all that matters.
It was Saturday, and since he wasn’t going to the office, we stayed in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, fucking. For a moment, I forgot that I was just the maid and he was my boss. No one would come looking for me, Mrs. Chavez probably assumed I was gone. So I let myself get lost in the moment, not knowing how long it would last.