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Chapter Thirteen - The Gamble
The following chapter has been edited by Woodsman's game. Thank you, game.
"Mistress Layla and her guests will be playing cards this evening. You'll be required to keep them company," Rose explained to Elise as they entered the sitting room.
"And what a delightful little piece of company she is," a masculine voice from behind startled both women. A smug blond man, wearing a dark dinner suit, tapped the tips of his fingers together and relaxed back in an armchair next to the door.
"Good evening, Master Patrick," Elise said, without smiling, as she recalled the last time she had seen him. Her poor little ass had been sore for days afterwards.
Rose ignored him.
"You know, Rose," he said, now rubbing one finger across his chin, "I've fucked uglier bitches than you." He smirked and then added, "only they all barked and wagged their tails."
Rose stopped and took a deep breath as if trying to contain her anger before addressing Elise again. "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment. Don't let that man near you." Then turning to Patrick, "Keep your filthy hands of her."
He frowned and gave Rose a look of mock disappointment. She had no sooner left the room than he stood up walked over to Elise, who was crossing her arms in a useless attempt to cover her bare breasts; his mere presence made her feel uncomfortable.
"You don't look at all pleased to see me," he told her, standing over her so his warm breath caressed her neck, while he playfully tugged at her g-string.
"That's because I'm not."
"Oh, come on, sweetheart. It's not my fault Layla won't let me fuck your pussy."
Elise shot him a puzzled look.
"That's right. She doesn't like my fucking her little girls." He moved even closer. His nose now touched her ear as he stroked the side of her arm with the back of his fingers. "Don' t you know? She wants your sweet pussy all for herself," he whispered.
"I thought I told you to keep your hands off her!" Rose returned, carrying a tray of sandwiches, which she slammed down on the table.
"Such blatant disrespect!" Patrick retorted in mock disgust. "I know what you need Rose." Turning to her, he gripped the front of his crotch and jerked his hips forward a couple of times.
"Fuck off, Patrick."
Elise was astonished to hear Rose say that, and even more so that Patrick didn't seem fazed by it. Instead, he calmly walked back to where he had been sitting. He picked up the glass from the table beside the chair and took a sip, before turning to Elise again, "She just needs a nice big bone to lick. "
Rose rolled her eyes and let out an audible huff. "Help yourself to a drink, why don't you?" Then addressing Elise again, " Come here, girl."
Happy to obey, Elise quickly moved well away from Patrick. Rose grabbed the end of her leash and gave it a couple of quick downward tugs. "Sit!" she commanded. Elise dropped down on the floor with her back straight and her hands resting on her thighs.
Rose wasn't really difficult to get used to. Over the past few weeks Elise had learned the secret to pleasing her was pleasing Layla, and that usually wasn't at all an unpleasant task. Apart from her 'training' Elise had most of the day to herself -- free to roam the house and gardens, watch a little television, or do pretty well whatever she pleased. Most evenings were spent with Layla. Although her kinky ways often involved whipping or spanking Elise, that too wasn't difficult to get used to. In fact, hard as it was for her to comprehend, Elise frequently found herself becoming aroused even at the thought of being used or punished by her mistress. The attention Layla paid her and the intensity of her enjoyment were like nothing Elise had ever experienced before. It was as if her pain fed Layla's arousal and her mistress's pleasure fed hers in a feast of lust.
Soon voices could be heard outside. A man and woman Elise hadn't seen before entered, followed by Layla. They greeted each other warmly, hugging and rubbing cheeks while ignoring Elise, who remained kneeling. She had a feeling it would be a long evening; however, remaining in this position was no longer a problem for her. Hours of training by Rose had taught her to relax her muscles while remaining perfectly still.
The four of them sat down at the table and began to deal the cards. More than an hour passed. Layla and her guests continued to play, speaking to one another only occasionally in whispered tones. Elise begun to wonder why exactly her presence had been required at all when she heard Patrick announce triumphantly: "That's it. I win!"
Standing up he turned to give Elise a lecherous grin. Her stomach began to churn.
"I'm sorry Elise, but a deal's a deal," Layla explained; however, her cool manner totally denied the apology. "Patrick's won, and his prize shall be to have you suck his cock. "
Elise stifled a smile. She had been sure, when she had seen Patrick hastily unzipping his trousers, that she would once again be required to allow him to fuck her ass. A feeling a relief tinged with excitement now filled her. It had been so long since she had experienced the enjoyment of a man's cock in her mouth – she stared – and his was hard, hot and ready!
He moved closer, standing right in font of her, his cock a mere lick away.
Grabbing her hair he jerked her head back, forcing her mouth to drop open. He then smiled down at her and told her: "Ah, what sweet lips you have. Lips that just begs to be fucked without speaking a single word."
Elise panted with heated excitement, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, as Patrick teased and tempted her with his engorged and throbbing cock.
"Suck it," he commanded, grabbing his shaft and pushing his cock head into her mouth. Immediately she enveloped her soft lips around it and began eagerly sucking. Rose may have taught her many new skills, but when it came to sucking a man's cock, Elise was no amateur. Hungrily she slurped, her tongue flicking in and out under his cock while her teeth gently grazed his shaft each time he drew back. It felt so good to have her mouth filled by a man again. Within minutes Elise became immersed in her own pleasure, and she let one hand slip down between her open thighs.
"Get your hand off your cunt!" Patrick wrenched his cock from her mouth and scowled down at her. "Who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself, slut? Well?"
Elise was dumbfounded. She had never had a man do, or say, that to her before.
"I thought you would enjoy…"
"I told you to suck my cock." He then looked over at the others still sitting at the table. "Did any of you hear me tell the slut to finger her cunt?"
Soft murmurs of disapproval confirmed that indeed Elise hadn't been given any such permission.
Patrick whipped out the belt from his trousers, then folding it in half, walked around behind Elise and hit it across her ass.
The leather lashed across her soft flesh with searing heat. She cried out and arched her back while remaining on her knees. He knelt down behind her, roughly grabbing her arms, then securing her hands with his belt behind her back.
He then stood up and walked around in front of her and once again, grabbing a handful of her hair, jerked her head back. "Let's try this again," he told her, holding his cock in his other hand.
This time he shoved it deep inside her mouth. His rough pubic hair rubbed on her nose, and his cool balls slapped against her chin. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, but he ignored her. Impatiently, he thrust his cock in and out as if wanting her to swallow the whole fucking thing. Tears began to stream down her cheeks and muffled cries could be heard to escape each time he drew his cock out only to thrust it forward again.
His upper lip curled, and he sneered as he looked down at her. He wanted Layla to see what she was missing – yes, his fabulous big cock! Fuck her! Why did this little whore get to enjoy Layla and not him? Fuck the little whore!
He closed his eyes. His face contorted and, then with a couple of deep angry thrusts, he filled her mouth with his hot seed. Elise swallowed, but much of the warm milky fluid still dripped down her chin and onto her bare breasts as he withdrew. It tasted salty, just like she remembered it should, only this time it made her want to gag. She slumped over, panting and gasping for breath. It had not been the enjoyable experience she had been looking forward to at all.
"What's the matter, slut? Was my cock too big for you?" he teased, then turning to Layla, "You see what you're missing out on?"
The others at the table chuckled.
Rose's eyes narrowed, and she clenched her teeth as she watched him in total loathing and contempt. Any man's cock was too big, especially for Layla's delicate mouth. No, Layla didn't need his fucking cock in her mouth or any other place. She looked down at Elise, now softly sobbing, and knelt down next to her. Then taking a handkerchief from her pocket she gently wiped over Elise's chin. The girl didn't need a man's cock either!
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The next morning Rose assisted Elise in her bath, kneeling beside the tub, holding the sponge over Elise, and letting the water trickled down over her pale skin.
"You know you really are quite lovely – too good for men. Men will use you. They just want somewhere to stick their filthy cocks."
Previously, Elise would have laughed at such a rash statement; however, now she began to believe Rose might just be right. Yes, she was good – too good for any man.
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