Chapter 24 - Not a slut!
"I won't hurt you. Never!" He spoke.
"I will never hurt you." He stated and I hoped he wouldn’t. Whatever could I do more than this anyway?
I let my all resistance go, lay under him powerless and immobile. I wouldn’t struggle or move, he could do anything he wanted.
This way it would hurt less, it would be over soon.
A deep breath came out of my mouth.
He placed kisses after kisses on my neck and his hand touched my breasts. He softly squeezed them, but I didn’t move.
Archer sat beside me and took off his t-shirt, his ripped chest and abdomen were exposed.
"Elizabeth, are you sure? I really don't want to force myself on you!" He asked putting his index finger under my chin.
He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to him. He spread my legs and I squeaked in surprise. I was completely naked, my core was exposed to him.
He cupped my center and my body flinched.
"You liar! Weren’t you saying that you have a lot of experience with men? Why are you so tight and dry as fuck? When was the last time you had been with a man?" Archer's seething voice made me startled. He glared at me.
I stared back at him and blinked in confusion.
"Fucking answer me!" He roared. I flinched again.
What made him so angry?
"Answer me, Elizabeth? When you last were with a man? How many years ago?" He gripped my chin now.
"A long ago, more than 4 years ago." I answered, gulping in fear.
And the anger from his face disappeared instantly, his face became normal.
"That's great. I like it more that way." He muttered himself.
"Don't worry darling, I am not going to hurt you." He said, running his palm over my hair.
He went back to the previous position.
I expected him to encroach me forcefully, giving me pain while his eyes would be filled with sinister pleasure.
I felt his tongue entering my slit again and his finger pad slowly rubbing my bud. His tongue dipped deeper.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" A moan escaped my mouth.
I couldn’t understand what was happening.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Another moan was released from my mouth when his fingers started to rub my bud harder.
I could feel my nipples hardening as pleasure ran through my body again.
"Nooooo!" I uttered, but it came out incoherent.
My hands fisted his hair in desperation, core clenched in need.
"Stoopppp!" I tried to say.
But he didn’t stop, rather he increased the speed of tonguing my inside and rubbed my clit in a circular motion now, lightly pinching the sensitive bud every now and then.
Whenever he pinched my clit, my body would shake up against the bed.
The pleasure might be guilty but my body didn’t know it. I found myself moving my hips, grinding my core against his mouth harder as he tongue fucked me.
My breathing quickened, my walls tightened more and with a scream, I hit my climax still clutching his hair.
After so many years, I had an orgasm and it was so intense. My bones started aching.
I was panting and felt him licking my juices. I lay there for a few minutes, it took me some minutes to get back to the reality. The orgasm took me almost to the sky for. And Archer also sat beside me.
"Mmm, delicious." He remarked, looking at me as he just tasted my essence. I didn’t dare saying anything.
Slowly strength got back to my limbs and I came to my sense. My braincells began functioning again. I was able to think again.
What just happened? What did I just do?
Archer was after my body. But I also behaved like a wonton woman having no control over myself and came on his mouth.
I was even moaning like a slut.
How could I do this?
Guilt overtook me and curling into a ball to another side, I broke into tears.
I wanted to die.
"Elizabeth, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I heard Archer's concerned voice, his fingers tapping on my shoulders.
"Why do you care if I am hurt or not. Fucking do whatever you want to do with me and let me go as soon as possible." I said between my cries.
A voice replayed in my head.
You are a slut, Elizabeth. Or else why would you choose someone like Nathan? Why would you sleep with him?
"I am not a slut! I am not a slut! I am not a slut!" I chanted desperately with closed eyes, covering my ear with both palms, trying not to hear the those voices. Those were burning memories of my humiliations, my disgrace, my pain.
"I am not supposed to feel this. I can not!" I cried.
"I am not a sluttt!" I wailed.
"What the fuck!" Archer removed my hands off my ear. His jaws were clenched tightly.
He was looking utterly pissed.
"Just taking pleasure from someone doesn’t make you a slut." He said through his rapid breathing.
He turned his head, leaving the bed.
I turned to him and sat up.
"Archer, whatever you want from me please be over with it tonight. I am not a slut and I don't want to do this again. Satiate the lust you have for me and let me go. Please." I implored through tears, joining my both hands together.
Archer clenched his jaw and gritted, "If you think I want you just for a few fucks, then you know nothing about me. Get dressed and maids will be here with dinner. Eat that like a good girl."
"Then will you let me go?" I questioned him as hope peeped in my mind.
"Never!." He spoke going towards the door. He crushed my hopes.
I got my clothes and started to put these on again.
When I thought he was gone, he wasn’t gone actually. He entered the room again. Standing by the door frame he said, "And remember one thing, I will surely fuck you and fuck you a lot. But Archer Johnson never fucks an unwilling woman. When I will fuck you, you will be the one to beg for more."
With that, he left.
Never in thousand years, it would happen. I wouldn’t be a rich man's slut or mistress.