Chapter 36 - Callahan

Let her sleep.

" W e need to go."

The swan boat returned to its original position, having circled the path over and over while Eleanor and I rode the waves of passion and lust. She'd already redressed herself and was staring at me bashfully. I gave her a nod. While it had been great sex, it wasn't my finest hour.

I'd broken the code.

"I have so many questions," she said as I helped her out of the boat. She was barefoot and limping. I turned the power off then scooped her into my arms and trekked back to my motorcycle. She gave me a questioning look and I smiled.

"A Daddy takes care of his Young Lady."

She relaxed into my arms and I picked up the pace.

"How can you survive without a mask?" she asked after a while.

I swallowed.

Did I dare tell her my secret?

"A few years ago, I discovered a bottle of pills. It's the same ones they give Young Ladies but for men. It's still in the testing phase, but the papers I found with it said it would enable us to breathe above. So I took them."

"And you didn't get caught?"

"Not yet. Once I figured out where to get more, I've been taking them ever since. This is the first time I've tried them out."

"And no one knew about it?"

Only Milton.

"No, and no one will." We reached the tram stairs. "I have to go retrieve my mask. Stay here." I set her down carefully and sprinted up the rickety metal stairs, collected my mask and ran back down. I was breathing heavily by the time I landed back on the ground, but Eleanor was safe. I slipped on my mask and picked her back up. "Let's get back to the bunker."

Our entrance was quiet. We managed to return to our rooms without anyone noticing and in the morning, we acted as if nothing had happened. She was still an untouched Young Lady, and I was her bastard, bully Daddy. It killed me to think about what I'd done to her. If anyone found out, she'd be tossed to the elements, right alongside me.

The next few days, we stayed quiet around each other. She didn't argue with me in public, and our first official mission to the above was done with very little fanfare. She did her job, I did mine, and we returned - safe, sound, and miserable.

Every night, despite my 12 years of training, I fought the urge to go to her. I sat in my room, remembering the feel of her wet, velvety walls hugging my rigid cock, and how good it was to see her unravel around it. I wanted to do it again and again, but I knew I couldn't. Instead, I took care of myself, each time imagining her face in that moment of ecstasy.

I was going mad and it appeared that so was she. Every morning, she complained of having trouble sleeping. I wanted to ask if it was because of me, but she didn't seem interested. Instead, I took her to the medic who gave her pills, and then escorted her to her room.

While she was in the shower, I looked around again. Perhaps there was a sign, something to tell me what was keeping her up at night. I rifled through her drawers and found a notebook with her name on it in cursive. Her diary.

My stomach tightened as I went to the last few pages and read her words. They were about me. She had kept it vague, not revealing what we'd done, but she had written that every night, she replayed it in her head and wanted more, but knowing she couldn't was killing her. She didn't want to be a Young Lady anymore.

The shower stopped, so I shoved the diary back and fled. I waited until I knew she'd taken the sleeping pills and was in bed before returning to her room.

Eleanor was in a deep sleep on her back. I pulled out her diary again and read through it in full. Each page was filled with dreams of something more than this life and the sense of a strong desire to run away and never return. The entries for the past week were all about how she felt for me, and how she wanted to kiss and touch me. She wanted to 'do things Young Ladies were not allowed to even think about' . Once I finished, I set it back and stared at the bed. I wanted that too.

With my heart hammering in my chest, I approached her bed.

God, she was beautiful. I could see her frame under the blanket; my cock rose to attention. The memory of what she looked like bare was always prominent in my mind. Daring to be brave, I walked to the front of the bed and tugged on her blanket, bringing it down.

My heart dropped to my stomach as I gazed down upon her beautiful body. Her nightgown was short and barely covered her pink panties. I exposed her completely, tossing the blanket on the floor, and still she didn't budge. My hands reached for her feet, running them up her smooth legs. As I slid up, I crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs wide as I moved between them.

My mouth watered as I leaned in at the apex of her thighs and inhaled deeply. She smelled heavenly. I wanted a taste. Still nervous she'd wake, I ran my tongue along the front of her panties and down.

Oh, what a tease.

This wasn't enough. I needed to know exactly what her juices tasted like. What her silky pussy felt like against my tongue. Could she come while fast asleep?

I reached for her hips and dragged her panties down. She sighed but her legs were deadweight as I lifted them and removed her underwear. My hands drifted along her slit, teasing it by poking in and out just a bit. Her body responded despite the heavy slumber, slowly growing wet with arousal.

I stretched and reached for her breasts under her nightgown. She had no bra, and I pinched her nipples softly, eliciting a sleepy groan. I moved my head closer and parted her swollen pussy lips. I ran my tongue down her, taking in just how soaked she was. She tasted musky and lovely at the same time. Greedily, I wanted more. I lapped at her juices, sucked on her clit, and slid a finger into her entrance, fucking her with it.

Eleanor began to respond through the sedative sleepy haze. She moaned and bucked her hips. I held her firm and continued to ravish her clit and pussy like it was my last meal. It very well could be, if I were caught. But that made it even more fun. Tomorrow, she'd wake up, not knowing I was even here. But I'd be here every night. Bringing ourselves to orgasms.

My cock wept and strained against my clothes as I ate her out. I stroked myself as I continued to suck and swirl around her clit. I'd never tasted pussy this good, and I wanted more of it. It was an aphrodisiac for all of my senses.

She wasn't just my Young Lady. She was my everything. She was mine.

I pushed lightly on her belly, and a sharp cry came from her as it did the trick. Her pussy suddenly began to pulse and grow even wetter, and I lapped up every single drop as she came all over my face. My cock pleaded for me to do something. I stood on my knees, pulled down my briefs, and jerked myself over her pussy.

I lifted her gown to expose her breasts to me. I wanted to cover them in my cum. I moved closer, fingering her pussy again. She began to breathe faster, and I could feel my orgasm rising to the surface. I reached for her chin, tugging it open, just slightly, and then I exploded.

One, two, three spurts of cum landed on her lips, her breasts, and drizzled onto her belly. I stared at her lips in awe as I came. My salty fluid was so close to her tongue. I needed her to taste it.

I traced the cum, smearing it over her skin. I pushed what had spilled onto her lips into her mouth and reflexively her tongue came out and she swallowed. I dropped off the bed, put the blanket back on, and kissed her forehead.

She took it all so well.

And she was going to take it every night from now on.