The Vessel by Selena Moore

Chapter 10

Emmanuella immersed herself in the hot bubbly water, every now and then taking a sip of the fresh coffee Marcus had placed right beside her on a small marble table. Soft music came from speakers she couldn’t see and the cluster of lavender-scented candles she had lit, created a rich, ambient setting, a dreamlike state of being she had never experienced before. Their heady, lingering scent filled the air with beautiful fragrance and she closed her eyes, her senses soaking the exquisite pampering of her man-made haven.

When she opened them again the water had turned almost cold and she never remembered feeling better. She stood in front of the huge gold-framed mirror, looking at her reflection. She had gained weight, her thighs seemed wider and her waist larger. She loved the fact that her breasts were still perky, although larger now, fuller. She had decided on completely shaving her vulva, hoping the men would like the change.

After sipping the last of her coffee, she slipped on the pink satin robe she found hanging behind the door and went into the main room. She saw Marcus sitting comfortably on the chaise longue, a cigarette in his elegant hands. “I hope you don’t mind me smoking,” he said, turning her way.

She did, actually, but she was not going to admit it. “I don’t.” She was hoping he’d still be there and it pleased her immensely.

Marcus blew the smoke up and it swirled around a few times before dissolving into the air. “So, tell me,” he paused for a moment. “Is it only me who will get to have the pleasure of your body today?”

“I would like that if it’s okay.”

“Come here, baby.” He motioned for her to sit beside him. “You have earned that right if I may say.”

She smiled and he brought his hand to her face, caressing her cheek. “You smell divine.” He parted her robe and ran his warm palm across her breasts. “I want those luscious lips around my cock, Emmanuella,” he whispered, and she knelt in front of his now spread thighs. He didn’t have to ask twice.

She took him in her mouth, slowly moving back and forth, gently licking the tip, then taking him as far as she could. Marcus enjoyed nothing more than the sight of his little seductress with her mouth full of his cock as she drove him closer to orgasm.

“I'm going to come.” It was a warning that he wanted her to suck him harder. He grabbed a fistful of her long hair and pulled her tight against him and she knew better than to resist him. His grunts signaled his climax and Emmanuella fought back her gag reflex and swallowed while he slowly relaxed his hold on her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he confessed a little later while they were both relaxed against the soft furnishings.

“You are not so bad yourself.” Kratos may have been more than gentle with her, fucking her with careful attention every time, but with Marcus, she felt different. She liked his wicked ways and sometimes rough treatment. He was a gentleman but a beast in bed, making her feel things she had never experienced before. She even liked it when he spoke dirty to her, it made her hornier and needier of his cock.

“I will leave you to rest. There is plenty of time until this day is over and I plan to enjoy your company a lot more when I return.”

Once alone, she walked around and stopped in front of the library. There were hundreds of paperback and hardback books, most of which she had never seen before. Classical literature, modern poems, and anthem collections. Every kind of magazine she could ever think of.

She ran her hands across the book spines and lowered her gaze to the bottom shelves. All kinds of romance novels and erotic fiction. Some of them are older than others, some were used more. She picked a paperback with a pink spine and looked at the title. Erotic tales and other stories.

She opened the book and shuffled through the pages. It was an illustrated one, with colorful depictions of couples having sex in every way possible. There was a story attached under every image and she sat on the chair and started reading but before she knew it, she fell asleep.

When she woke up several hours later, darkness had fallen and her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had not eaten anything besides a few crackers hours ago. Lost in thought, she barely heard the door open.

He was holding something in his elegant hands, the bright red ribbons catching her eye. “I want you to wear this. I'll be waiting out here.” He handed her the soft garment, already imagining her in it. “Go on, darlin’, it's just a playsuit.”

Emmanuella obeyed and two minutes later she was dressed in a maid's uniform, only this one had thin white ribbons of fabric that barely covered her swollen breasts and the skirt was virtually nonexistent, made solely for voyeuristic purposes.

Marcus stared at her in utter fascination, the look in his eyes as devious as the grin on Emmanuella's face.

“I am guessing I'll be your maid for the evening, right, Master?”

He smiled now and it was that very smile that made her want to do anything to please him. “You are quite the sight, my beautiful little slut,” he whispered and then surprised her by kneeling between her legs and bringing his sinful mouth to her gleaming pussy, licking the outer lips, then pushing two fingers inside her as his mouth latched on her core, licking and sucking in turns, drawing her juices out of her while she moaned in bliss.

“I have not even started with you yet,” he said when he finally lifted his head, his lips wet from her orgasms. “Follow me.”  He took her hand and together they walked out, to the far end of the Hub, then into the most breathtaking place she had ever seen. “This is the Sanctuary. You are the only woman I've brought here.”

If he meant to seduce her with his confession he was sorely mistaken. She had already been seduced the moment she laid eyes on him, his raw masculinity and wicked ways more than enough to capture her heart.

She didn't answer and he walked closer, closing the distance between them, pushing her against an ancient tree trunk, his body flush with hers, his arms on either side of her, closing her in. Their eyes locked and he cocked an eyebrow when she wrapped her arms around him. But no, he didn't dare kiss her, for he knew of her fate after. Instead, he lowered himself to her chest and she moved the fabric covering her, his eagerness to please her consuming her alive.

He flicked his tongue on her nipple, slowly, tenderly and she grabbed her breast and squeezed, her milk pouring out and spraying his face. “There you go, Master, drink as much as you want.”

And Marcus drank from her as she held her breast to him, holding his head while his left hand moved lower, slipping inside her burning core and fingering her until she let her head fall back and she coated his fingers with her juices. He lifted his head then, the look in his eyes one of pure lust. “Please, let me serve you with my wet pussy as well, Master…”

He took her hand and then they were laying in the shallow water and he rubbed his cock against her gleaming folds until neither could take any more. “Please, Master, fill my wet twitching pussy with your hungry cock.” And he did, pushing inside her swiftly, impaling her with his hard dick, fucking her fast and hard but still he did not come.

They were ravenous for each other as he pounded into her mercilessly and she took everything he had to give, their emotions now taking control. “Kiss me, please,” she whispered and he slammed his mouth to hers as he drove his cock deeper and deeper inside her, filling her as if they had never mated before.

Then he shifted, and it was she who now straddled him, holding his head inside her hands while he bent his head to feast on her breast. He was losing his mind and he kissed her again, his cock now fully embedded inside her, her moans of pleasure driving him crazy, the sight of this beautiful woman sprawled in front of him, bending to his every will, taking his cock inside her too much to take. "Tell me how bad you want my cum, little slut and I will pump you full of it."

“Fuck......I want it all, Master, please pump your hot cum into my dirty little pussy,” she panted and he turned to his side, taking her with him, as the waves of his orgasm threatened to swallow him whole. “Feels so good, Master...your cock is so...very deep,” she cried and he thrust harder into her now until everything was lost and the feelings engulfed him head to toe as he spilled his creamy load inside of her. “I love you,” she cried as he filled her. “I love y—”

He didn't let her finish this time, instead, he cradled her head in his arms and brought down his mouth to cover hers, breathing her in until they were both replete and utterly sated. His eyes rested on her face for a long moment after he had slipped out of her. “And there’s that look I told you about,” he said a long time later.

“What look?”

“The look of a well-fucked gal,” he teased, nudging her shoulder.

Emmanuella smiled, a sense of fulfillment washing over her as she looked into her lover’s guarded eyes. “You would know.”

His smile faded, thinking back to how she had reacted when she’d found him balls deep inside Luna’s pussy and his heart constricted in his chest. “Don’t be like this Em.”

She never took her eyes off him, her heart craving tender words that never came.

He didn’t say anything, he just laid beside her, two war survivors with scars that run deeper than the flesh wounds they had sustained. And before they knew it, the soothing sound of the hummingbirds and the free-flowing water lulled them both to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms like lovers who are destined to be together.