Chapter 7B: R18
Vanessa swallowed hard, her throat working visibly beneath the mask's edge. Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around Elijah's length, the sheer scale of him making her movements tentative. "It's... intimidating," she breathed, her thumb brushing the slick head. She leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his thigh—a gesture meant to appear worshipful—but her eyes remained locked on the phone's glowing lens. Elijah maintained the recording, shifting his stance to capture the contrast between her pale skin and the flushed, dark rigidity beneath her touch.
Her tongue darted out experimentally, tracing the thick vein running along the underside. When she finally took him into her mouth, it was a slow, deliberate struggle with her jaw straining wide, lips stretched impossibly tight around the thick length. Elijah zoomed in, capturing every fluttering eyelid and choked gag reflex Vanessa couldn't suppress.
She pulled back, licked the tip before taking him once more. When it hit her throat, she tried humming—a trick she'd learned—but it sounded more like a strangled cry muffled by saliva and straining flesh. Below, her free hand crept between her own thighs, rubbing frantically against damp lace—a desperate, synchronized rhythm meant to simulate ecstasy for the unseen audience Elijah intended to sell these images and videos to. He adjusted the angle, ensuring the frame captured both the humiliation in her eyes and the clumsy grinding of her hips against her own hand.
The bobbing followed, rhythmic but shallow movements constrained by Vanessa's actual limits beneath the performance she'd rehearsed mentally. Elijah kept the recording steady, leaning back slightly to capture her straining jawline and the way her shoulders hunched forward—a posture that screamed discomfort thinly veiled by submission. She paused again, gasping, saliva glistening on her chin.
Her eyes flickered toward the phone's lens, betraying exhaustion before she forced a moan—low, throaty—that echoed unnaturally in the cramped room. Her fingers worked faster between her legs, her hips jerking as if chasing sensation, but Elijah saw the tension in her neck, the tremor in her thighs: she was acting, pushing through discomfort for the sake of the transaction.
She adapted quickly, shifting tactics by deepening her descent each time she dipped forward, her throat clicking audibly as she forced herself beyond her practiced limits. Learning to breathe shallowly through her nose whenever the tip nudged the tight ring of her throat, Vanessa maintained a steady rhythm even as tears pricked her eyes.
Still not getting the reaction she wanted, she pulled back and with her slender fingers, gave him a slow stroke that ended with her thumb swirling around the swollen crown. Elijah inhaled sharply—the sensation was unexpectedly intense. Vanessa seized the moment, locking eyes with the lens as she whispered throatily, "You like that, don't you? Feeling me tease you..." Her fingers tightened, sliding faster now, slick and deliberate, her other hand dipping beneath her panties to circle her clit in frenzied little circles—a calculated show for the camera.
She leaned back onto the bed and spread her legs wide, the damp lace pulled aside to reveal slick folds. Her fingers plunged inside herself with practiced urgency, her gaze locked on the phone as her breathing turned ragged.
Elijah stepped out of his pants and kneeled over her body, positioning himself between her legs. He ran a finger from her navel down, pulling her panties further to the side to reveal her moist opening. Vanessa arched her back, spreading wider as Elijah lowered the phone's lens to capture the intimate angle—her fingers still working frantically inside herself as the slick sounds amplified in the quiet room.
"Look at how wet I am for you," she gasped, her voice thick with false desire. Elijah remained silent, focused solely on framing the shot: the tremble in her thighs, the sheen of sweat on her stomach—every detail designed to sell authenticity.
He stroked himself with his left hand while pushing the tip of his cock against her folds, rubbing it against her entrance to tease her. Vanessa gasped dramatically, throwing her head back against the pillows—a performance stretched thin over raw exhaustion.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably now, and when he finally pushed inside her, slowly burying himself inch by inch, Vanessa's choked cry sounded more like pain than ecstasy as her fingers clawed at the sheets as her hips jerked involuntarily away from the intrusion before she forced them still.
He held her down by the waist, his grip impersonal and firm, pinning her trembling hips to the mattress as he withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in with shallow, measured strokes. Vanessa whimpered—a thin, reedy sound as her eyes squeezed shut beneath the mask.
"Open your eyes," he commanded flatly, raising his hand to her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone through the mask's fabric. "Look at the camera like you want this." Her eyelids snapped open, revealing pupils dilated with panic rather than passion, but she forced a moan through parted lips.
He smirked, a flicker of detached amusement at her deliberate presentation, then pressed forward without warning – a single deep thrust that forced her breath out in a sharp whine. Her nails dug crescent marks into his forearm as he anchored her hips harder against the mattress. He grinned evilly as he pulled back and focused the camera on her pussy where he pushed the tip inside her again and pulled out, leaving her moist folds glistening.
He repeated the motion several times, each shallow penetration made her involuntary clench her inner muscles against his intrusion, causing a slow trickle of slickness down her inner thigh. Vanessa cried out, trying to pull away as Elijah pushed deeper, her body arching against his iron grip on her hips.
"That's it, bitch," he murmured, his voice devoid of emotion. "Show them how desperate you are for it." He pulled almost completely out, letting her slick folds cling to him tightly before slamming back in to the hilt without warning. Vanessa screamed, a mixture of pain and pleasure as he switched to raw, brutal fucking.
She clawed at his forearm as Elijah drove into her relentlessly, anchoring her hips against the mattress each time she tried to twist away. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably now, slapping against his hips with each hard thrust. Vanessa's performance faltered entirely—her moans dissolved into choked sobs interspersed with ragged pleas for him to slow down, but Elijah ignored her. He focused solely on the brutal mechanics of penetration and the camera angle, adjusting the lens to catch the obscene bulge forming low in Vanessa's belly with every deep stroke.
It was unknown if it was consideration or what, but he twisted a bit to find her g-spot, hitting it with each deep plunge. Vanessa's cries shifted—genuine gasps tearing from her throat as pleasure surged unexpectedly beneath the pain. Her hips bucked desperately against his grip, trying to meet his thrusts as her fingers scrambled to claw at his shoulders, pulling him deeper. Elijah maintained his stoic expression even as he groaned softly—the tight heat and involuntary flutters around his cock undeniable. "Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, slamming harder.
Then, without warning, he dropped the phone onto the rumpled sheets beside her, settling it down firmly to catch her side view. With his other hand now free, he grabbed her plump breast, squeezing roughly as he hammered into her harder—each impact forcing shallow gasps from Vanessa. Her cries intensified, blending pain with involuntary tremors of pleasure but she frowned a bit, seeing his detached expression through her blurry vision.
She reached up desperately, grabbing his forearm as she pulled herself up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, pressing her damp cheek against his collarbone. Her muffled sob was hot against his skin. "Say my name," she rasped against him, her voice thick with tears and a raw desperation that cut through the performance. "Please. Just once. So I know... Ahh."
Elijah froze. His thrusts slowed momentarily, a flicker of confusion behind the detachment. He glanced down at her and dove in for a kiss. Their lips met urgently, tongues clashing in a messy tangle as Vanessa clung to him, her muffled sob vibrating against his mouth. He kissed her deeply, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed flush with her tears mingling with the sweat between them.
He pulled back, turning her roughly onto her stomach with a sharp tug of her hip. Vanessa gasped, scrambling onto her hands and knees, her back arching instinctively as Elijah mounted her from behind. He entered her again with one brutal thrust, deeper this time, his cock grinding against her cervix as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back toward the phone's lens. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with detached lust. "Begging for it like a bitch in heat." Vanessa's eyes flew wide—a mixture of raw pain and humiliated arousal—as Elijah pounded into her relentlessly, her breasts swaying with each jarring impact, the sounds of wet flesh slapping echoing off the cramped walls.
It was then that she felt it, something building deep within her like a coil tightening beyond her control. Her cries grew jagged, becoming more breathless. She tried to speak through the haze of sweat and tears, but Elijah slapped her ass sharply, the sharp crack echoing off the walls. "Keep your eyes on the lens," he commanded, thrusts unrelenting as Vanessa obeyed, trembling.
The bedframe rattled violently against the wall with each piston-like drive. Vanessa clawed at the sheets, "Fucking animal! Bastard!! Just like I like it!" she screamed—her voice cracking as Elijah seized her hips tighter. Her thoughts fragmented: He's breaking me...but God, that spot— when his free hand snaked beneath her belly, finding her clit swollen and slick. Her hips jerked wildly, colliding with his thrusts.
Tears blurred her vision beneath the mask; her thighs trembled as a powerful orgasm wracked her body. Vanessa screamed—a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the cheap plaster—her inner muscles clamping down violently on Elijah's cock as she collapsed forward onto the sheets, trembling uncontrollably. Elijah drove deeper, riding her convulsions until his thrusts became uneven.
A low groan escaped him as he relaxed his muscle control, allowing Vanessa's pulsing heat to milk him. With one power thrust he released inside her, flooding her depths with thick spurts. Vanessa whimpered softly, her cheek pressed against the damp sheets as Elijah withdrew slowly, the wet pop sound echoing his detachment. He grabbed the phone, zooming in on the creamy rivulets trickling down her trembling thigh—capturing the aftermath with clinical precision.