The Price of Love

Chapter Fifteen – The Challenge.

The following chapter has been edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis.

Elise jumped as she heard someone at the back kitchen door. She had only slipped down stairs for cup of tea and something to eat, and had not bothered to wear more than her panties and bra. The deliveryman and cleaning staff usually came on Fridays. But then, 'It's that ugly old, Arthur, the gardener,' she told herself, rolling her eyes. Several times she had spied him peeking in through the windows, as he pretended to be tending to the roses. He often came inside for a glass of water. In fact, Elise was convinced he must have a most overworked bladder for the amount he drank some days. Rarely would he bother to knock – "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize anyone was here," he would lie, then he would linger and take his time sipping from his glass while having a good long lecherous look! Elise grinned, this time she was going to give the old boy something to really get excited about. She lifted herself up onto the kitchen bench next to the sink, then spreading her legs wide, began rubbing both hands up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, moaning as she ran her wet tongue over her moist pink lips.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" A faint gasp escaped Elise's mouth as she blinked and jerked her hand away. I was indeed a shock to see Patrick stroll in. Immediately she slapped her legs together and frowned.

"What are you doing here?" she snarled.

"That's hardly any way to greet me now, is it?"

"You shouldn't even be here."

"Can't a man call on his friends?"

"You should have used the front door."

Patrick shrugged, then taking a chair, sat down and leaned back, casually lifting one booted foot up and resting it on the table. "I didn't feel like using the front door. Besides, it's you I've come to see. I know how hard it must be for a hot little bitch like you to be cooped up here day after day."

"Actually, I quite like it here," she lied. Patrick reached down to his crotch and rubbed his hand over the bulge now forming in his trousers. "Even though there's no man around here to fuck that hot little pussy of yours?"

"I really think you should leave now," Elise said, ignoring his question, before slipping off the bench and walking towards the door.

Patrick, however, quickly stood and moved to block her exit with his arm. "But we haven't finished our little chat yet?"

"Let me pass."

"But I just want to talk."

"I've heard enough." Elise tried to push him out of her way. This rather amused Patrick as he moved sideways to block her path.

"You stupid little girl. You haven't had enough of anything until I say you have," he hissed, his congenial mood suddenly evaporating.

Elise glared up at him as, again, she tried to push past.

"I'll call Rose."

"Oh, you know you don't want to do that. Besides, I saw that crazy bitch heading out as I was coming around the back."

"Let me past!" This time, rather foolishly, she placed her hand on his chest and tired to force him out of her way.

He chuckled and grabbed hold of her shoulders. "Oh, no you don't."

She squirmed to free herself, but his strength easily over powered hers. He grinned down at her then, as he leaned over her, and she felt his hot breath on her ear and neck. Again, she struggled, but that only assisted him in slipping her lacy bra down around her waist. Leaning further over, he licked her nipples with his thick tongue. It felt firm and warm against her soft skin, and his mouth made disgusting slurping sounds as he lapped hungrily at her breasts, exploring every part. Now Elise could break free. Lashing out like some kind of wildcat she dug her fingernails into the sides of his head, ripping into the flesh on his face and neck. He cried out, immediately pulling back and touching the side of his cheek with his fingertips, wincing at the stinging sensation. His expression changed, he laughed and asked, "So you like it rough do you, bitch? Ok, I can give it to you rough." Grinning down at her and lifting his arm, 'Patrick swung the back of his hand across the side of her face to send her tumbling helplessly across the room. Elise dropped to the floor, slumped over and panting to regain her breath after the struggle.

"Bastard!" she hissed as she held her hand to the side of her face.

Again he grinned as he walked over to her and grabbed her hair, before forcing her back up onto her feet and dragging her over to the kitchen table. He pushed her, face down, on to it. Holding her with one hand, he used the toe of his boot to tap between her ankles, indicating for her to spread her legs. She resisted – struggling to break free. Still holding her by her hair, he gave her head a quick jerk, and her ass a sharp slap with his open hand. "Spread them, bitch!"

Still, Elise refused co-operate, squirming helplessly in a useless attempt to free herself. She managed to kick one heel up between his legs – but neither high nor fast enough. He laughed as he pulled back to avoid her foot. "Don't worry, little girl – I'm not interested in fucking your ass when I can have your sweet cunt instead."

Now pinning her down with his own body, he slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing up the insides of her legs, then slipping his fingers inside her panties to finger her moist pussy. "Mmm, I see you are pleased to see me after all," he smirked, leaning further over and rubbing his wet mouth and tongue over the side of her face.

Elise's arms flailed about, as she hit the table with her fist. She heard the clanking of his belt buckle followed by the sound of his zipper coming down. "The bastard thinks he's going fuck me!" she thought in angry defiance. However, when she felt his hard and hot cock drop against her ass, her rage began to subside and she silently began to reason, 'It's been too long since I've had a man's cock. I'll just give him what he wants, Layla doesn't have to know. I'll let him fuck me.' But then she argued back with herself, 'No, I'm too good for this bastard! I'm Layla's slut, not his!'

Impatiently he pulled her panties to one side to press his warm cock head against her moist sex, holding himself there and savouring the moment of power. Maybe he would fuck her, and maybe he wouldn't. As the dominant male, it would be his choice, not hers. The rush of excitement Patrick derived from a situation like this was almost as good as the sex itself. Of course he was going to fuck her!

"Beg for it, slut!"

She ignored him.

"I said beg for it, bitch!" This time he slapped her ass so hard it left a large red mark on her pale soft flesh. She cried out, but again stubbornly refused to reply. Angrily, he hit his hand down on her ass several times more. Her panties were of a sheer fabric and offered little protection. Soon her poor little backside stung and glowed with Patrick's full handprints. Again he grabbed at her panties, pulling them to one side to expose her sweet sex. He grinned and ran the tip of his finger over her glistening cunt lips before plunging one inside, hooking it and giving it a little jerk. Elise cried out and a shot of her warm wetness spurted out onto his palm. Patrick smirked and drew his finger out, then lifted it to his mouth to suck it clean, savouring the taste for moment before pulling it out and making a light popping sound with his lips.

"You taste good, slut." Patrick smirked, then gripping his cock in his hand, he rubbed just the tip between her ass cheeks. How long had he waited for this? He thought for a moment – not long at all, actually – however, patience was one of his few virtues. Patrick was a man of action. When he saw something he wanted he would strive to get it any cost. Every beautiful woman presented him with a challenge – each a prized acquisition to be relished and enjoyed – until the next one came along.

"Take it slut!" he told her as he rammed his hard cock into her. "You know you want it. You've been in need of a good hard fucking ever since you arrived here."

Elise closed her eyes. It felt good – so very good – to have his throbbing cock plunge inside her. He drew back, immediately thrusting his hips forward again to penetrate deeper. She moaned, and her whole body quivered with raw excitement. She bit down on her lower lip. Her warm wetness now dripped down the inside of her legs as Patrick began pumping her with unrelenting force. Now fully aroused, it would be impossible for her not to climax. She knew that, however she wouldn't allow Patrick the satisfaction of knowing he had given her an orgasm – no fucking way! That bastard could take what he wanted, but she would give him nothing return! Absolutely nothing! Stubbornly she refused to make a sound, stiffening her body and drawing on all the training and self-control Rose had taught her to show no reaction to the enjoyment she took so easily from his cock. Oh, yes, Elise had control now. She felt extremely smug denying her pleasure to the egotistical Patrick. "Thank you, Rose," she whispered softly.

"I bet Layla doesn't fuck you like this," Patrick quipped. His words rang in her head; No, Layla didn't fuck her like this. "This is what you need, isn't it, bitch?"

Patrick was determined – determined to make her cry out for his cock – to show her exactly what she had been missing these past months. Grunting with each thrust of his hips, his breathing became laboured and warm sweat began to trickle on his face. The bitch had better be enjoying his effort. His balls could now be heard slapping against her wet pussy, however, it was his motion, not hers, that created the soft squelching sounds of a man taking a woman.

"What's the matter slut? Don't you know I'm the best fucking fuck around!" Patrick told her between breaths, as the frustration of her silence welled up inside him. Then, suddenly, it hit him. He knew what the problem was – it was that fucking bitch, Rose! She'd turned the little whore off men! Yes, that was it! Still, nothing was going to prevent him enjoying himself with the little pussy licker! Closing his eyes, and with one final thrust, he released a full shot of his hot cum inside her.

As he did, Elise felt a wave of heated pleasure quiver through her body. Her heart raced and her cunt throbbed into a full and satisfying climax. For several minutes afterwards, Patrick remained slumped over her, his cock slowly becoming flaccid again while he regained his normal breathing. When he eventually lifted himself off her, Elise remained still

"What's the matter, slut? Admit it, wasn't that the best fucking fuck you've ever had?" he questioned her as he slipped his cock back in his trousers.

Elise lifted herself off the table, and without the slightest show of emotion turned to him. "Actually, I've had a whole lot better."

Patrick now stiffened, clenching his teeth and pursing his lips in sheer anger and frustration. No woman had ever spoken to him like that before, the bitch had better watch her mouth! He stared at her for a moment. Although fully developed, her body still retained the smooth softness of adolescence and her sweet young face and large eyes gave her a deceptive look of innocence. His cock twitched as he wondered how many men had fucked her before him. 'Men?' he smirked, 'she's probably only ever known boys.' Then something else occurred to him – he was the best! He would have this little bitch crawling and begging just like the others. He would just need to use a different strategy with this one. Patrick loved a challenge, and this was the ultimate! Yes, he would turn her into a cock loving little whore. But first he would need to get her away from this place, away from the influences of that black bitch, Rose. Elise could stay at his house, he smiled, until he tired of her. It might be fun to have a sweet little slut like her around for a while until he managed to convinced Layla she needed him again. Brilliant! He smiled over at Elise, now pouting and hurriedly slipping her bra back on.

"I hope I wasn't too rough with you just now. It's just that… well, seeing you sitting there looking so lovely kind of did something to me," he told her, choosing his words carefully.

"Next time, why don't you just go outside and wank off into the rose bushes?"

Patrick chuckled. This one was feisty, he liked that! "You know, you could be stuck here for a long time? But, today's your lucky day, I think I might be able to help you get away from here."

"Oh, and why would you want to do that?" Elise questioned him suspiciously. Patrick thought for a moment. Alien as it might be to him, perhaps the truth might be best? He raised an eyebrow and then replied, "Because, I want Layla for myself."