The Monster's Defiled Sex Slave (Contract of Eternal Submission Part 3) (4 page)

Unfortunately, as you just witnessed, Liaya
clearly felt more.” Elijah sighed as he raked his hand through his
hair; a gesture that Savannah was now learning that meant that he
was frustrated. “Please, Savannah. Don’t let this ruin what we
have. She is jealous of you. Jealous of what we have and angry that
I no longer show any interest in her. I’ve tried to keep her on as
one of my servants like her brother Chita, but it’s not working out
well. I’m afraid I may need to release her.”

Savannah suddenly threw herself against
Elijah, hugging him tightly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” And Savannah
meant it. Of course men like Elijah had a past. He was a good
looking and a famous doctor who also happened to exist in a
parallel universe where he happened to be a demon sex god. As long
as Savannah was with him now, and he wanted no one else, she would
be fine.

They left the house and found the portal
without any complications. As they both stepped through the portal,
Savannah felt the magnetic pull to Elijah lessen slightly. She
still felt it in the human world, but not as strongly as she did in
Elijah’s world.

“So, what was that bit of sex magic you
pulled tonight?” she teased as they trudged towards Elijah’s house,
hand in hand.

Elijah raised his eyebrows at her. “Haven’t
you figured out by now that I can do magic? Of course, it’s
stronger and more powerful in my own world, but I do have a few
skills here.”

Savannah’s mind recalled how Elijah had
turned the lights off in the studio without ever going near them,
and how he had managed to clear out the tents at her parents’
party. She should have realized by now.

“Do you have a problem with it?” Elijah
asked.

Savannah vehemently shook her head. “Not
after what you did to me tonight,” she said throatily as she
remembered how he had locked her in the cage and performed
mind-blowing phantom oral sex on her.

The rest of the night passed much like the
night before. They retired to Elijah’s human bedroom, slept, and
then readied for work the following morning. Another outfit awaited
Savannah, this time a pair of tailored black pants, expensive
ballet flats and a low-key cream blouse.

When they arrived at work, they parted ways
and Savannah hardly saw Elijah again for the rest of the day. She
was busy making phone calls to vendors, radio stations and other
random people as they prepared to start shooting the first episodes
in the coming week. They were prepping for a grueling schedule of
shooting in the morning and airing in the afternoon.

They would actually be shooting seven shows
the following week to help get them slightly ahead of schedule. The
goal was to eventually shoot seven shows in four days, or six shows
in three days, allowing Elijah an extra day or two every week so
that he could be at the hospital actually practicing medicine.

They managed to cross paths for a few minutes
during the middle of the day and Elijah pulled her aside to break
some bad news to her.

"Hey baby I got called in to assist with some
surgeries this evening and I won't be able to see you tonight, I'm
really sorry," he said quietly.

Saddened as she was by this news, Savannah
couldn’t help but feel relieved that she would have a night to
herself. Not to mention some time to heal, she was still so sore,
she couldn’t imagine another romp with Elijah so soon. She could
realistically use a few days rest, but that certainly wasn't going
to happen, not if she had anything to do with it.

"That's okay, I could probably use a night
off," she winked. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Have
a great night at work and good luck with the surgeries!"

Savannah stopped to pick up some sushi on her
way home from work. Sage was home and she squealed with delight
when Savannah pulled out the maki rolls.

“Deets on Dr. Preston. Now.” Sage said before
popping a yellowtail roll into her mouth. She looked at Savannah
expectantly as she chewed.

Savannah decided to leave out the
supernatural details, Sage would probably have her committed if she
told her any of it. She did go into a detailed version of how she
met Elijah at her parents’ party and then coincidentally met him
again at her new job.

“It’s fate,” Sage sighed, "especially if
Elijah honestly had nothing to do with you nabbing that job. You
two are meant to be and you’ll get married and live in a big house
and have lots of gorgeous babies.”

“Says the romance skeptic,” Savannah said
dryly, dipping her tuna roll into soy sauce.

“I don’t believe in it for me, but definitely
for you. Pretty girls like you who have brains and come from places
like Greenwich, always find their happy endings,” she said with a
hint of back-handedness.

Savannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
Sage came from a sketchy background, when she was little she had to
jump from one random relative’s house to another while her mom was
in and out of jail. The poor girl didn’t even know who her dad
was.

She went to school in Baltimore, and somehow
she pulled herself together and got good grades in high school. Her
excellent grades and undeniable theatre talents scored her a full
ride on a theatre scholarship. Part of the reason that Savannah
loved Sage so much was because she wasn’t stuffy or uptight like so
many of the girls she grew up with. But there was always that
constant reminder that she was more well off than Sage.

“Happy endings are coming for you too,”
Savannah said, smiling broadly. Sage nodded but added nothing more
on the topic and they spent the rest of their early dinner talking
about Savannah’s new job.

After Sage left for the theatre, Savannah did
some laundry and other boring things around the apartment. Elijah
called to check in around 10:00 p.m. and Savannah’s entire body
swooned just from hearing his warm, rich voice over the phone. She
missed him like crazy and after they hung up she didn’t know what
to do with herself. She finally opted to go to bed, hoping that
morning would come quickly so she could see Elijah.

Savannah awoke the next morning to get ready
for work, she remembered Kaci telling her to dress comfortably
today because she would be doing a lot of physical tasks. She
couldn’t help the nagging urge to dress nicely, she wanted to
impress Elijah all the time, and she chastised herself for being so
obsessed. She opted for dark green cargo shorts, a loose fitting
white tank top and a pair of thin white sneakers. Satisfied that
she looked both practical and a little sexy, she pulled her hair
back and set off to work.

Savannah came out of the subway station and
made her way toward the studio. She noticed a striking woman
standing a few feet away, scrolling through her phone. A few men
walking down the street also noticed the woman, and they stared
appreciatively. The woman clearly came from money and she was
coiffed and styled to perfection. She was dressed in a cream wrap
dress that hit just above her knees with a light and airy matching
cardigan. She had on nude round toe pumps that accentuated her
long, tan legs. Her hair was dark and thick and hung in a glossy
sheet down her shoulders. She looked up at Savannah and Savannah
saw that her face was just as perfect as the rest of her; she had
large green eyes and distinct features.

The woman studied Savannah, glanced down at
her phone and then back at Savannah as a look of recognition seemed
to cross her face. Confused by the woman's odd behavior, Savannah
stared back as she approached the studio.

“Savannah?” the woman asked. Her voice was
smooth and sophisticated.

“Yes, can I help you?” she asked.

Suddenly the woman’s beautiful face twisted
and hardened as her eyes iced over. “Stay the fuck away from
Elijah,” she hissed.

Taken aback by the ugly outburst, Savannah
blinked, dumbfounded. “Excuse me?” she stuttered.

“You heard me. I told you to keep your paws
off Elijah. I’m sure he’s only using you to fuck you. Just a tight
little cunt for him to play with. He’ll throw you away soon enough,
so let me save you some pain.”

“It was you,” Savannah breathed, realizing
that this must have been the woman who had texted her that scathing
message.

The woman rolled her eyes. “What is this high
school? Do you want an A plus for figuring that out? Elijah wants a
real woman like me. Someone sophisticated and cultured. Someone
who’s been around the block and knows how to please a man. This
isn’t grade school, little girl. Elijah is way out of your league.
You babies need to leave real men like him to women like me.”

Savannah fought down the bile that rose in
her throat. “Excuse me, but I don’t know who you think you’re
talking to,” she spat. “You’re the piece of trash here – sending
disgusting texts to someone’s girlfriend! And not that it’s any of
your business, but I’ve been with Elijah nearly every night this
week and I seem to be pleasing him just fine. At least that’s what
he’s cried out every time he – how did you phrase it? – plays with
my cunt?” Savannah was shocked at the rage that rose up in her,
causing her to lash out.

The woman’s eyes flashed angrily and Savannah
felt satisfied at the look of surprise on her beautiful face as she
learned how much time Elijah was actually spending with
Savannah.

“Elijah wants me,” she hissed.

Savannah laughed loudly. “You keep telling
yourself that. You let me know how that works out for you.” She
turned on heel to walk into the building.

“You’re a whore!” the woman called out at
Savannah’s back.

“Charlotte!” Elijah’s voice called out,
horrorstruck. Savannah whirled around to see Elijah striding
towards the woman, Charlotte was a fitting name for this rich
bitch, his voice cold and furious. “What the hell are you doing?”
he growled.

Charlotte shrank back, clearly not aware of
her audience. She forced her face to lighten and she smiled widely
at Elijah, rolling her eyes as if everything had been a big
misunderstanding. “Elijah!” she exclaimed, her voice smooth like
butter. “Savannah and I were just having a little chat. I happened
to bump into her.”

“Like hell you did!” Savannah snapped, as
Elijah wrapped his arm protectively around her.

“I told you at the hospital that I wasn’t
interested and to stay out of my personal life.” Savannah could
practically feel the anger radiating off his body.

“But Elijah! We had something! You can't deny
it. I know you felt it too!”

Elijah seemed embarrassed and Savannah felt
sick as her stomach dropped.

“It was nothing!” he hissed, tightening his
arm around Savannah’s waist. “I had a few too many drinks.”

Charlotte moved towards Elijah and he put his
hand up to stop her.

“It was more,” she purred, “I know how much
you liked it.”

“Jesus, Charlotte,” he said, raking his hand
through his hair. “I was horny and lonely and you happened to be in
the right place at the right time. It was just a fuck. It meant
nothing to me.”

Charlotte staggered back as if she had
received a blow. “No,” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“So instead you choose some little slut like
this? Fresh out of college and fucking all the frat boys? Is her
pussy nice and tight, Elijah? Is that what you like? Bet she has
all the time in the world to suck your dick. You like getting blow
jobs from little whores like her?”

Elijah laughed a cold, cruel laugh. “You have
no idea what you’re talking about, Charlotte and I suggest you
apologize before going back to work.”

Savannah pulled away from Elijah. “No,
Elijah, it’s fine. I don’t need trash like her to apologize to me.
But I am going to be late.”

“Do you have any idea of who Savannah is? Who
you’re insulting?”

Savannah realized what Elijah was doing. “No,
please, Elijah. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to work.”

Charlotte looked back at Savannah somewhat
nervously now.

“This is Savannah O’Hara. Patrick O’Hara’s
daughter,” he informed her.

All the blood drained from Charlotte’s face
and Savannah couldn’t help the small bit of satisfaction she felt.
She never threw around her parents’ names, but seeing Elijah do it
was a turn on, it made her proud of her family.

“That’s right. So insult her again. Call her
a whore again, Charlotte. She has more class than you will ever
have. She’s too kind to ever use her family ties, but don’t think
I’m not. I was just at the O’Hara’s last weekend having a friendly
chat with Patrick.”

“Elijah,” Charlotte whispered, her eyes
wide.

“Get out of my sight!”

Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears and she
disappeared down the street.

“I am so sorry,” Elijah said.

“Please, let it go. I wish you hadn’t used my
family name like that.”

Elijah looked guilty. “I’m sorry but she was
treating you like trash. I wanted her to know you were anything
but.”

Savannah stood on tiptoe and brought her
mouth to Elijah’s. “I’ll forgive you if you make me scream your
name later,” she murmured, feeling her belly knot with desire.

Elijah tightened his hands on her hips,
willing Savannah to feel his power. His body thrummed with
supernatural energy and his eyes seemed to glow slightly. “I’m
going to make you scream it again and again and again,” he said
seductively, causing Savannah’s sex to tingle with yearning.

They broke apart to walk into work but Elijah
kissed her quickly before they headed their separate ways. Savannah
spent the day with Kiki again, moving boxes, props and audience
gifts to different rooms in preparation for the following week. She
knew that the next day would be a complete blur as they prepared
for shooting on Monday.

Lunch blew by without Savannah even resting
eyes on Elijah, and she spent the afternoon sprucing up the lobby
as they readied for audience members. While Savannah was dragging a
trashcan to a far corner, she heard a deep and familiar voice.