52: Little Perks Of Your Monster

Elara's POV 

Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. 

And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. 

Oh, god. 

I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. 

My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. 

‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!...

...Just touch yourself already!’

My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. 

Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. 

One… two… three… seven. 

The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. 

Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. 

Seven and a half… eight? Argh!

I splayed my red bruised small lips, it was now swollen and very sensitive. 

“Hmm…” 

I swallowed, holding back with so much restrain. The cool air wasn't doing any good, rather, it pushed me towards my temptation. 

Something vibrated against a hard surface, snapping me from my dirty mind. 

I paused to listen. 

It was a phone… and in the wardrobe. 

Marco never left any of his gadgets behind. 

Dumping the mirror aside, I managed to climb down from bed, my legs spread apart to let my beating pussy heal. 

The buzz stopped just before I could start searching. 

Contemplating going back, I paused on my wobbly legs. 

Again, it started to vibrate. 

Doing a quick check, I grabbed it and pulled out the phone. 

Mine. 

It was my phone that Marco had confiscated earlier today. 

And the caller was Evelyn. 

Taking deep breaths, I waited to get my act together before picking it up. Slouching on the chair by the dresser, my legs remained wide open. 

“Lily?” 

She called and paused, maybe waiting to see if it was Marco. 

“Oh, my god. Evie.” I whimpered, almost teary from the starvation. “I miss you.”

“Are you okay?” She asked. 

I paused, holding back my tears. Exhausted, I palmed my face and pulled in cool air. 

“Look, I know you're not. And I blame myself for it.”

Confused, I swallowed to get my words out. “What… what do you mean?” 

“I should have called the cops on that fucking bastard!” She charged, energetic.

I scoffed and sighed it off. “And what makes you think you'll get him to book? One of his class has people in power as their play thing.” 

“Don't be so sure.” She hissed. “Enough of that asshole. Tell me, how did the date go?” 

‘That moron…’ 

I stopped myself before I could jump on the urge to cuss him out. 

First, I wasn't sure how she would take the news of her supposed friend being a more chaotic psychopath. 

Then, if I did tell her, it meant she would know about the truth ‘Elara’, Marco, and my child. 

Was I ready to let her in? 

Somehow, news spread like wide fire. I'd pass. 

“Nothing.” I said instead when she called out my attention. 

“Like nothing?” 

I could feel her roll her eyes in disbelief and need of gossip. 

“I mean, nothing much.” I rephrase. “We just ate in some local place and…”

“I see Marco is getting to you.” She blew out air, making ripple sound with her lips. “Now, everything looks pretty cheap to you.”

I couldn't hold back my laughter. 

“So, are you guys seeing again?” 

“Uhh… I - I don't think so. No.” 

“Such a joy killer.” She hissed. “How come Marco knew of your whereabouts? Did he also know of Matthew?” 

“No.” I hastily responded. “We met on our way back. Just a coincidence.”

The soft click of shoes on the hallway startled me. 

It was Marco. 

He was the only one who made it up here in such an ungodly hour. 

“I'll talk to you later.” 

“Lily… Li…”

I ended the call and sprang to my feet. The first place I dipped it was beside my side of the mattress and the bed frame. 

As expected, he walked in, hard faced as usual. He barely glanced at me, like I was some used object, when he'd normally spend the whole day adoring my body. 

He even had my face on his sex toy. 

And now, there was no form of attraction. 

Ashamed and bitter, I walked to the wardrobe and pulled out my previous wears; baggy jeans and sweatshirt and other ridiculous things. 

His brows furrowed as his eyes followed me to the bathroom. 

“Don't tell me you're wearing that.”

“Mind your business.” 

“Ela…”

I slammed the door to his face and got into the bathroom. Getting my privacy, I dressed like a depressed monkey, and joined him in the room shortly after. 

This time, I would be a fool to let him woo me like a classless slut. Maybe I would, but not for long… maybe just a touch…

Oh, god. 

He laid on his side of the bed and zoomed in on his screen, doing some sort of job that I couldn't fathom. 

I crawled into bed, needing him to mock my pettiness, but he didn't. Instead, he pressed his eyes on the screen. 

Douchebag!!! 

If only I could pluck out his dick and make the big man my forever companion. 

Curled up on my end, I drifted to sleep, letting my worries drown with my pain and anger and shame. 

I didn't know how long I slept, but something vibrating next to me made me jolt up. 

My phone!!!

Hastily grabbing it from the spot I hid it, I put it on silent. 

The caller was Evelyn. 

Why could she be along at such odd hour? 

Not getting any response, I turned to find Marco's eyes closed. 

Carefully, I got out of bed, and into the bathroom to get my privacy. 

By now, the call was diverted to voicemail. A message popped up. Quite terrified, especially since Evelyn hadn't called me at such odd hour, I typed the voice message and lowered the volume. 

‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing.’ Her voice was shaking. Anyone could feel the terror laced in it. ‘Call me whenever you get this.’ 

I jerked in shock when the bathroom door opened. My phone almost fell off my grip. I tried to play smart and hide it. 

Leaning by the door, only in his tight boxers that kissed all of what I wanted, he looked sexy and dangerous still. 

Then he stretched out his hand in silent demand. “The phone. Give it now.”