Chapter Five

Elise

One Week Later

Every morning, I wake up refreshed and well rested. I haven’t had a nightmare in eight days, so that is a new record. On the other hand, Lucian has been in my room at night for the last eight nights. The first night, I wasn’t sure. Now… I know for a fact.

I learned three days ago that Lucian has cameras all over my house. They are in every room, and he can see every square inch of my house. I then set up my own camera to see if I could catch anything, and I did. I should be pissed off, or at least weirded out, but it’s hot.

Every morning before my run, I go out onto my back deck and watch the video from the night before. Every morning, I find that Lucian comes into my home around midnight. He goes through a routine of undressing me, making me come, and then throat fucking me. Without fail, I respond by sucking his cock. Every night, he gets more and more comfortable with how rough he is with me. My medicine is meant to prevent me from waking for a few hours, as it is basically a tranquilizer, so he could quite literally do anything he wanted to me. He has never fucked me, but I find that I am hoping for it every time I watch through the video.

Instead of watching the play back outside where he cannot see what I am doing, I have decided to test him and watch it in bed. I always get so turned on when I watch this, so I plan on doing something about it. He is still everywhere I turn, but he hasn’t touched me while I’ve been away. He said I would be punished if I got myself off, so I want to see what he will do.

His delicious moans play through the speakers of my phone, and I throw my covers off before letting my hand wander down. I push two fingers into my dripping pussy and start to fuck myself, letting out soft moans. As Lucian gets closer to forcing his way down my throat, I start rubbing my clit, quickening my speed. I time things perfectly and as I drink him down, I arch off the bed as my orgasm washes over me.

I lock my phone and lay there for a minute to catch my breath. I make a point to stare into the camera he has hidden. After a while. I get up to go on my morning jog.

To my surprise, no one joins me on my run today. I get through all five miles without seeing a single person. When I get back inside, I take a shower and get dressed in shorts and a T-shirt before heading out for the day. I need to get clothes for fall, so I’m going to a few stores today. When I get home, I need to get some things for work done before I continue going through things in the attic. Mom kept everything, so there is a lot to go through.

I put money in the meter to get me a few hours before going into a clothing store that Laura recommended to me. She and I have grown to be friends, I think. I find that it’s easy to open up to her, but I explained up front that I don’t make and keep friends easily. When she asked why, I explained that I jumped between foster homes and schools so much that it was hard to make friends. Anytime I did get close to someone, they ended up ditching me, or in Mom’s case, dying.

Laura ends up joining me about an hour into my shopping trip and is armed with iced coffee. “Oh, you’re amazing,” I say as I sip my coffee.

“I know,” she laughs. “Find anything you like?”

“A few things. I think I’ll check a few more stores. I want to have a small variety that I can mix and match,” I say.

“Why not this?” she asks, holding up pastel pink lingerie. It has a lace top and the shortest skirt known to man, but it’s gorgeous.

“I’d be willing to bet my house there is no crotch in those panties,” I laugh.

“Ha. Where’s the deed? It’s a thong,” she grins. “Try it on.”

“I thought all naked was your thing?” I ask.

“Mmmm. Yes, I would love to see you naked,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “But I’ll settle for lace.”

“This feels like a setup, but okay,” I say. I take the outfit from her and step into the changing room. As soon as I start undressing, I hear whispers. I just shake my head and continue with what I am doing.

Laura is like a wingwoman, I suppose. Only she helps draw in your stalker, not people I want to interact with. Although, the thought of Lucian bending me over with this on makes my pussy ache. I don’t understand why he hasn’t fucked me. He’s had plenty of opportunities. Although, it’s nice that he hasn’t. When he fucks me, I want to be awake for it. I’d like to be awake for the brutal throat-fucking too, but knowing he gets off on me, even sleeping, is hot.

“Yeah. I’m not coming out with this on,” I laugh.

“Nothing we haven’t seen before. Come here,” Laura says.

“What… how…?” I ask.

I stare at myself in the mirror and think. How has she seen me? I was wearing clothes in that basement, but I’m not at night. If their thing is exhibitionism and voyeurism, what are the chances he’s shown everyone what he does at night? It’s a camera. It would be easy to share the feed. Why doesn’t that bother me? Also, why in the fuck would he want everyone to see him face fuck me in my sleep? Although, watching someone come in their sleep is a sight to see, if that’s your thing. It’s definitely my thing, apparently.

I pull the curtain back and as I suspected; Lucian is here. He and Laura are standing side by side. They both look over my body and Laura claps and grins, but Lucian looks like he is seconds from ripping it off. His body is tense, and he slowly walks towards me, taking in the sight before him.

“You look amazing,” Laura says sincerely. “I’m sorry I tricked you.”

“He would have shown up with or without your help. It’s okay,” I laugh. “Lucian, are you good? Need a napkin for your drool?”

He says nothing as he steps in front of me and lifts my chin, so I am looking up at him. He searches my face for a moment before dragging himself out of his daze. “You look incredible,” he says softly.

“How many?” I ask.

“How many what?” he asks in reply.

“How many people can see the cameras you have in my house? How many people have seen what you do to me when I am defenseless? How many people have seen how you use my body when I’m sleeping? Most importantly, how many others have been in my home?” I ask. I am suddenly angry at the thought of others coming into my house. It’s one thing if it’s just him, because I’m used to him now. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I know what to expect from him. He doesn’t hurt me, and he seems to be following my lead. That’s probably why he doesn’t fuck me in my sleep. He knows I’m hesitant, so he is waiting.

“No one else has been in your home, Elise,” he says.

“How in the fuck am I supposed to trust that? I’ve known you for what, two weeks? A week and a half of that, you have been assaulting me in my sleep. Who’s to say Bradley or Josh haven’t been in there? I take a sedative Lucian, I have no idea what happens because I can’t wake up when I take it. Am I going to have to stop taking it and just face the nightmares again to make sure no one is raping me in my sleep? Not sleeping for days seems far more preferable than not knowing who is doing what and how many people are fucking watching. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Everyone just walks around acting normal, like their leader didn’t fuck my throat the night before. If that’s normal, then…”

“Then what?” he asks.

“Are you not going to dispute anything?” I ask, almost yelling at him. Laura is calm and the salesperson is gone. Just another mystery.

“I’m not going to argue with you while you are panicked, Elise. All it will do is stress you out further. Say your peace, and then I will explain,” he says.

He moves his hand to the back of my neck to tilt my chin up, but pulls me closer to him. His scent is calming, and the heat of his body brings me comfort. I just stare at him for a second and I realize that he is not who I’m angry at. I’m angry at all of the people who used my body as a child. I’m angry because I like that he uses me. I’m angry that I want more. I try to deny it and I try to make myself hate him, but I don’t. Every time he pushes me for more, I shut down. Not because I am not willing, but because I’m terrified that if I accept him and all of the things he does, he will disappear, and I will be left with a void in my soul. I’ve been alone for so long that it’s hard to imagine anyone wanting me for more than just a fling but every time I turn around, he’s still there. He is relentless, intense, and obsessed, but he is also kind, compassionate, and aware. He’s aware of where my limits are, and he never crosses that boundary.

“How many people have seen?” I ask softly.

“Everyone,” he replies.

“Everyone?!” I yell. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Have I ever harmed you, Elise? Honestly?” he asks.

“No…”

“Have I ever lied to you?” he continues.

“No…”

“Have I ever scared you or made you feel like you were in danger?” he asks, cupping my face with his hands.

“No,” I whisper.

“Do you trust me?” I open my eyes and look at him again. Do I trust him? I don’t even know him. I don’t know his favorite food. I don’t know his parents' names. I do know that his mom is dead. I assume his father is too. He’s always been blunt with me. He’s never hidden his actions and answers anything I ask. Clearly, I am comfortable with him because I suck his cock every night in my sleep. I suppose I am awake in a way, but it’s more of an in between state. It’s likely a similar state to that of when people sleepwalk. Asleep, but still functioning.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I swear to you, I will explain as time goes on. I have no interest in scaring you. I don’t want you making assumptions, so slower is better for this,” he says. “But I will explain.”

“What is your definition of slow, because you are not slow when you throat-fuck me,” I say and Laura laughs.

“No, but it didn’t start that way,” he says. “It’s a process, and I’m going slowly. If I wasn’t, I would have already fucked you every way possible and everyone in this town would know how you scream with a cock buried inside you.”

“That’s weird. You know that, right? It’s weird that you people freely fuck like it’s every other day,” I say.

“Elise, most everyone has sex. The only difference is that we don’t hide behind the societal norms that say it’s something that should be hidden. Consensual sex between adults is not something to be ashamed of. Every adult male hand that you have shaken has held a dick. He has stroked his cock to the point of release, and that’s normal. Just like you making yourself come while watching and listening to me fuck your sleeping body is normal,” he says.

“I assume everyone saw that too?” I ask.

“Just Laura and I. No one else was awake,” he says.

“Do you two fuck?” I ask.

“We have once before, but we don’t now,” he says honestly.

“Like dating or?”

“No, like she was being punished and Bradley asked me for help,” he says.

“You and Bradley are dating?” I ask Laura.

“More like he corners me and fucks me senseless,” she laughs. “Maybe dating one day, but right now, we are friends. Only, he fucks my ass when I’m sleeping.”

“You don’t seem to mind,” I say.

“Not at all. I consented to taking certain herbs so that I sleep heavier. When he tells me to take them, I do. He videos the interaction and does what he wants,” she explains.

“And everyone gets to see that?”

“If they want. We all consent to the cameras viewable by others. The only ones who don’t currently have children in their homes,” she says.

“So, parents and caregivers are more reserved?” I ask.

“They still come to functions if their schedules allow, they are just not as open. One couple will upload videos on occasion,” she continues.

“So no one is hurting kids?” I ask.

“Not if they want to live,” Lucian remarks. “Is that what makes you hesitant? You’re afraid this dynamic includes hurting kids?”

“I… guess so,” I say. “I didn’t have the best childhood, so I tend to assume the worst in situations. It’s an automatic reaction, so I tend to just avoid others so that my triggers don’t get in the way.”

“No one in the gated community has children right now. Although, I am almost certain that Felisha might be pregnant,” Laura says. “We tend to only interact with those inside the gated area. We are essentially the board members of the town, so we play together. Big events, the town is welcome inside the gated area,” she explains.

“So that’s why you are doing all of this?” I ask Lucian. “You want everyone to participate for you to get me on board?”

“Mmm. No. I’m doing this because I want to,” he says. “Most everyone wants me to leave you alone because they don’t trust you. After yours and Laura’s shared experience, they opened up a lot.”

“I assume now they like me?” I ask.

“They do. They know that I am serious, so they’re accepting of it,” he says.

“I’m missing something, aren’t I?” I ask.

“You are, but it will be explained,” he smiles.

“Why am I wearing this for you to explain this?”

“Because Laura thinks it’s funny to tease others,” he remarks. “I was not aware that her intention was to try and torture me, but here we are.”

“I didn’t know it was torture to see my nearly naked body,” I laugh. He smiles warmly at me, and his gaze melts me.

“You called what I do assault,” he says. “That is the second time now that you’ve called it assault, so I need to know where you are truly at mentally.”

“Is there such a thing as consensual assault?” I ask. “Because I am okay with the idea of being helpless to you.”

“Prove it,” he says.

“How?”

“That’s up to you, but I won’t continue to visit you at night or in general if you are seeing this as…” Lucian stops talking instantly when I push him back a step and bring myself down to my knees, sitting back on my heels.

“For whatever reason, I trust you,” I say. “My trust is not easily earned, and I won’t promise that I won’t continue to try to push you away, but I am consenting, Luci.”

“Do you consent to this being recorded?” he asks.

“I assumed it was already being recorded or something,” I say.

“Oh, it’s live,” Laura says, looking at her phone. “Everyone in the gated area is watching.”

“I won’t be kind,” Lucian says as he gently strokes my cheek.

“I’m not asking for kind, Luci. I’m asking you to show me what you really want from me,” I say.

Lucian keeps his eyes locked with mine as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out. The camera does this man no justice because he is huge. I knew he was larger based on my sore throat when I first woke up, but this is unlike anything I imagined.

“Clasp your hands behind your back, and don’t move,” he commands. I do as I’m told, and a mischievous grin stretches across his face. “Mouth open. Tongue out.”

When I extend my tongue out with my mouth open wide, he tangles his fingers in my hair to keep a tight grip on me. He slowly guides his cock to the back of my throat, watching me closely. I am struggling to not try and take over as he slowly fucks my throat. He pushes deep and holds for a moment before continuing. I’m not sure why he is doing it this way, but the way he is staring down at me is intoxicating.

I give in to temptation and hollow my cheeks. He instantly finds a pace that is punishing, and I gag as he violently fucks my throat. I unclasp my hands as tears run down my face, and he growls. “Don’t,” he commands.

I am trying hard to not push him away. I love everything about this, but my body is rejecting it. I can feel panic rising in the pit of my belly and my tears are starting to come from a place in my memories rather than from his brutality alone. I focus on his face and suck, desperate to not fall apart. It’s not often that my panic leaves my dreams, but something has hit a memory. When he moans, I am reminded that I am safe. The closer he gets to coming, the calmer I become.

“Fuck, swallow my come,” he groans. “That’s it. Take all of it.”

I drink him down and when he pulls away, I drop down to my hands as the memories slam down on me once again. He was supposed to protect me, yet he didn’t. He hurt me. He let his son hurt me. The memories of being hurt flash through my mind, and I only calm down when Lucian pulls me up from my hands and wraps me in a hug.

“It's not you. I promise, it’s not you,” I sniffle.

“I know it’s not,” he says. “You did well, Elise.”

“I’m sorry if I…”

“You did well, Elise,” he says cupping my face with his hands. “You follow instructions, and you communicated your emotions after. No matter who it is or what they have gone through, giving away control like that is emotionally taxing. You reacted no differently than anyone else does the first time they submit on that level.”

“I want more,” I admit.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he says. “All in due time.”

“What now?”

“Now, I’ll pay for this outfit, and you continue on with your day,” he says as he helps me up.

“You want me to keep it on?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I do. Laura can find you a dress to put on over it, but keep it on,” he says.

“Alright,” I shrug. “I’m actually going home next to get some work done.”

“Then do that,” he says.

“You’re going to come fondle me, aren’t you?” I ask.

“We’ll see,” he says with a grin.

When I get home, I go to my office and check my email to find that I have a mandatory video conference I have to be on soon. I have a wrap dress on that is appropriate to be on camera with, so I move my laptop to the couch so I can be comfortable.

When I get into the call, they’re doing attendance. “Elise,” Jake, my boss, says.

“I’m here,” I say.

“Camera on, please,” he says. I turn my camera on and set my laptop on the back of the couch, so I don’t have to hold it. It’s angled in such a way that I can lay back some and they can’t tell where I am. They are weird about people lounging on camera.

When my front door opens, I look over to see it’s Lucian. I write out a note on my paper to tell him I’m on a work call, and he smirks as he sits at my feet.

“I’m on camera, Luci,” I say.

“Is it muted?” he asks as he runs his hands up my inner thighs.

“Yes,” I breathe. I am looking at my computer and focusing on my boss, but his gaze on me is distracting. He moves to stand beside me, and I’m confused at first. “What are you…”

“Move the laptop and sit on my face,” he says

“What? No,” I say, talking with my hand casually in front of my mouth.

“Now or they’ll all watch me eat your pussy,” he commands. I groan in complaint but stand with my laptop and slide my thong off. Lucian takes my place but lies on the couch. Still armed with my laptop, he grabs my hips and keeps me steady as I put my knees on either side of his head.

“Everything okay, Elise?” Jake asks me.

“Yeah. Just moving to a different seat,” I say.

“Very well,” he says before carrying on. This call is an hour long, which means this is my punishment for getting myself off when I was told not to.

Lucian pulls me down to sit on his face, and I set my laptop down on the side table, angled in a way that no one will notice. I groan when he flicks his tongue across my clit, but keep still. He moves faster and I am struggling already.

“Fuck,” I mutter when he nips my clit. This triggers him to bite down on my clit and suck. My eyes nearly roll back, and I drop my head for a second to moan.

“What all do you have going on, Elise?” Jake asks.

“Uh. I am getting into coding the software now,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. “Everything is on track to be completed by next week. I’ll get into testing the system.”

“Good deal. I'll come back to you for specifics in a bit,” he says. Right as the chat window pops up, I realize I wasn’t muted. I quickly mute the call and make sure no one can hear me. A few others go on to talk about their system while Jake messages me.

Jake

Mute your sounds please…

I just did. I’m sorry…

Is everything alright?

Yeah. I’m okay.

Care to explain then?

“You asshole. My boss heard me,” I mutter. Lucian sucks harder, and I close my eyes for a second. I’m trying hard not to come, but he’s making it difficult. The only thing I know to do is to be honest. Jake isn’t a bad guy and is honestly a pretty laid-back boss. We just have board members on the calls, so he tends to be strict. I’d like to think he is something like a friend, since he’s the only one I talk to about anything other than work.

It’s complicated…

I know what I heard. I’m just concerned because it’s out of character.

Are you asking as my boss or my friend?

Friend. A boss wouldn’t ask why you just moaned on camera with your entire company.