Chapter 38 - Eleanor

Fuck the system.

" A re you coming?"

"What?" My cheeks flushed as Callahan's question pulled me from my lustful thoughts. I looked up from my desk, where I'd been working on a new drawing, and quickly covered it with my hands. "Were we going somewhere?"

"There's a movie playing in the rec center. I thought you said you wanted to go." He looked at me as if I were crazy. Maybe I was, considering what I'd been daydreaming about just now. I stood and quickly put away my sketchpad.

"Yes, you're right. I would like to go. Thank you Daddy." I did a little skip to him and stood on my tiptoes, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. He started to grin but quickly stopped his lips and nodded.

I wasn't sure what to do about our situation. The tension between us was so thick it was suffocating. It was best if we stayed in public spaces, because if we weren't then my mind began to wander to dangerous places.

The Wizard of Oz played on the screen, a movie I'd seen over and over. I enjoyed the idea of being on your own, exploring, and finding a fantastical world. I didn't agree with her wanting to return home but to each their own. If I were Dorothy, I'd have stayed in Oz. The film was a nice distraction for the first 20 minutes or so, but eventually, my vision drifted to the line of Daddies against the wall. I caught eyes with mine and smiled when he winked at me.

Oh, how handsome my Daddy was.And loving, and...

I shook my head and tried to force my attention back to the movie, but I was long gone. I'd drifted off, much like Dorothy in the poppy fields. Sleep was still alluding me naturally. I had to take pills to help prevent the nightmares. Without them, my dreams were invaded by the horrors we'd seen in the underwater bunker. Only, in my sleep we didn't escape, we were caught by the beasts. Sometimes we were killed, eaten, or left for dead. Other times, the mermaid creature would put me on a metal slab and cut pieces of me off, replacing them with fish parts.

I couldn't escape them, so I'd been forced to get aide, but the dreams that came from the pills were horrifying in a different nature. Every night, I dreamt of Callahan. His filthy mouth doing filthy things. I imagined him between my legs, using his fingers, his tongue -- everything at his disposal, to bring me pleasure. Every morning I woke up to damp panties and arousal dripping down my thighs. It was mortifying and slightly frustrating. The Young Ladies remaining pure rule was absurd. What Callahan and I had done was too good to not want to do it all the time. In my dreams I pretended we could.

My days were plagued with thoughts of a life filled with him and I, nude in various positions. I drew a few, but had to rip them up and flush them down the toilet. It only furthered to sexually frustrate me.

We went back to our quarters after the movie, and I found myself stripping out of my dress without waiting for him to go to his room. I hadn't really paid attention, but I turned around and saw him staring at me. He didn't do anything but look, and then quickly hurried to his room. Disappointment dripped from my heart to my belly. I put on a nightie and slid into bed, hoping that my dreams would satisfy me better than sitting around and drawing pictures would.

And they did. That night, I dreamt of Callahan coming into my room and taking me in my bed. He pulled my thighs up and rammed his thick length inside me, not caring about my pain, and focusing only on his pleasure. I liked the idea of being used like a ragdoll. Like my muscles were too heavy for me to do anything but let him ravish me. I romanticized it in my brain. In my dreams, he was so overcome with lust and need for me that he couldn't wait any longer. He had to have me, and the very concept sent me over the edge.

Eventually my pills ran out and I was refused more. I was told to try sleeping on my own. The nightmares came swiftly and no sooner did I start screaming was I being awakened by Callahan pulling me into his arms and taking me into his bed. He pulled off his clothing, and then mine, and we lay in his bed, skin against skin. The warmth radiating from him calmed me, and I fell back asleep with his hardness pressed against me and the feel of his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

I awoke sometime in the night and I turned over. Desire stirred between my legs, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. He was fast asleep, but I didn't care. In the dark, I reached for his cock, stroking it to full length. He stirred, but didn't fully wake. Eventually he rolled onto his back, and I took the chance to straddle him. I positioned my opening and slid him inside me with surprising ease. I had been expecting a lot more resistance, but instead was met with pleasure right away.

The warm, wetness of my body woke him, and he stared up at me, blinking rapidly. His hands went to my hips, and I smiled.

"Eleanor, are you sure?" he asked.

I rolled my hips, causing him to groan.

"I am."

Holding on to me, he let me take the lead, rolling my hips and bouncing on his lap. He was pushing against some kind of magic button inside me, and with each thrust it brought me closer and closer to the edge. His hands left my hips and went to my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples and it set me on fire. I cried out as hot passion exploded inside me, rippling through my veins and making me dig deeper against him, needing more. He waited until I came down to remove himself and sit up.

I was still panting when he growled,"Get on your hands and knees."

I didn't understand at first, but then he said it again and I jumped into action. He moved behind me and spread my cheeks. His length slid into me from behind and I gasped at how tight it felt. I pressed my lips together as he began to move, slow at first and then fast and hard, his body slapping against my bottom, creating an interesting sound each time.

The pleasure in this position was different and so overwhelming I wasn't sure I could handle it. I fisted the sheets and shoved my head into a pillow as I screamed out each time he thrusted. Every nerve in my body was screaming with the need to feel more.

"I'm coming!" I whimpered, realizing my body was going over the edge again.

"Good, baby, do it for me, come again, Eleanor." He swatted my behind lightly and pushed hard into me. My body gushed and I shoved back against him, needing to get him deeper, harder - more inside me. He cried out in his own finishing moments later and we collapsed beside each other. I fell back asleep, and in the morning, I sat up, watching him sleep a moment.

This was wrong, but I didn't care. I wasn't sure if he loved me or not and I wasn't sure it mattered. It was freeing to enjoy sex. Callahan sighed in his sleep and when he rolled over, I noticed the tattoo on his chest. It'd always been there, since he became my daddy. But I'd never paid much attention to it. My fingers traced the outline of it, wondering what it meant to him.

It was a Young Lady in Training. I knew because she had the standard dress. Hers was pink, like mine, and she had two brown pigtails, like I often wore. Looking at it now, I wondered, had I been the inspiration?

No, that was silly. I forced the idea away. Callahan hated me. Even now, as lovers, I wasn't entirely sure he liked me. He wouldn't get me tattooed on his body forever.

I returned to my room silently. I showered, and dressed for the day. We didn't speak about what we'd done, but it was clear on our faces throughout the day what we were thinking about. My mind alternated between the sex and his tattoo.

Oh, what I'd give to be allowed to do that. Tattoo someone.

I didn't want to be a Young Lady anymore. I wasn't sure if I ever truly wanted to do it ever.

I went to bed that night, looking up at my ceiling and wondering.

What if we just... left?