Steampunk Desires: An Erotic Romance (The Complete Collection) (10 page)

Alonso walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I’ll spare the introductions; the two of you have already met,” Edwin said knowingly. “Alonso will guard you. You’ll do as he says, when he says, or as soon as we get to port, you will disappear into a workhouse where the conditions will make this place look like the luxury accommodations you stole in comparison. Make no mistake,” he warned, “Alonso’s body is quicker than his wit, which I hear you’ve already suffered.”

Eloise’s face burned with embarrassment. There were no secrets on this ship, were there?

“Do I make myself clear?” Edwin asked coldly.

“Yeah,” Eloise said sulkily.

“Good. Dismissed,” Edwin said, and then his tone turned kind. “Thank you, Alonso.”

Alonso pulled up on Eloise’s shoulder, which she pulled back haughtily as she stood, then followed Alonso as he led him to Eloise’s cabin.

“Strip, and leave your clothes here,” Alonso said. He was already stripped. Like most of the crew, he had no inclination to put clothes on while on the ship.

Eloise obeyed, and then Alonso led her to the collection room. They went to the last bed on the left, closest to the chute, and Alonso handed her the brass sock.

“This goes in your pussy,” he said. As Eloise put it in, Alonso plugged the cord into the floor. A gauge that Eloise had never seen before registered zero with a little needle.

“Masturbate,” Alonso said simply, then took up residence on the bed next to them, watching Eloise.

Eloise was taken aback. She’d never been ordered to masturbate, and she’d never had an audience. Come to think of it, it was kinda hot, she thought as she began to lightly finger herself.

The brass sock was a strange contraption, and Eloise soon realized that she could feel anything she did to the sock with her hand as though she was doing it to herself without the sock in at all. The needle shifted off of the zero end stop and struggled to ten percent as Eloise labored.

Oh, yeah, she thought. You like watching me, don’t you, Alonso? You wish that you could be the one inside of me. Well too bad! You lost your chance, you Spanish half-wit, you bloody dago! And so the internal monologue continued inside Eloise’s mind. The needle reached thirty percent as Eloise spent herself into the brass device. She pulled it off, grimacing as the fluids trickled back out of it.

Alonso rose and grabbed a spare pillowcase, handing it to Eloise. “Clean it out,” he instructed.

Eloise did gingerly, and then dropped the pillowcase on the floor.

Alonso scowled. “Pick it up and hold onto it,” he said coolly. “That’s your pillowcase for the day. Use it wisely.”

Eloise cringed and picked up the soiled pillowcase, setting it gingerly next to her on the bed.

“Again,” Alonso said.

Eloise stared and didn’t move.

“Do you speak English?” Alonso asked in his Spanish accent. The irony was not lost on Eloise as she reluctantly put the brass sock back in.

Arrogant man, Eloise thought bitterly. Slave-driving, uppity, black-haired pretty-boy…with such a nice body. I’ll bet that cock feels as good as this thing in my pussy. Such a thick, perfect cock. Mmm, I want that inside of me.

The needle peaked at thirty percent again, and Eloise again soiled the inside of her brass sock.

Alonso was not impressed. “Again,” he said simply.

“Are you out of your mind?” Eloise asked incredulously. “I just got off twice, and now you want a third?”

“If you can’t do it, then maybe you’d be better off in your cabin,” Alonso goaded back.

“Fuck you,” Eloise sneered, putting the brass sock back on. A good thing about the sock was that the stimulation that would ordinarily be directly applied to her clitoris was now completely absorbed by the sock. With no direct physical contact, Eloise could go on like this for hours. She’d show that cocky Spaniard just what she could do. Irately, she jacked himself off again, then again. Then again. Then again.

The needle never made it above thirty percent, but Alonso had to admit that in this case, sufficient quantity could make up for poor quality. Eloise might not be generating much energy for the ship with each climax, but she had stamina.

After three hours and roughly sixty orgasms, Eloise’s arms were killing her. Her climaxes were now dry; there was nothing left in her body to come out. The pillowcase was soaked and dripping; wiping it inside the brass device was an exercise in futility, as it only smeared her juices around; as saturated as it was, it could remove none. Alonso couldn’t contain how impressed he was. He’d fought it for over two hours, but now he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“That was amazing!” he gushed. “I’ve never seen anybody get off that much! I mean, you’re like…like…” Words escaped him, and he shrugged helplessly.

Eloise smiled. Told you I’d show you, she thought. “Wanna fuck, yet?” she asked.

Alonso considered it. The girl was a jerk, and Alonso didn’t like jerks, but for the novelty of it, maybe it would be fun. What did he have to lose? He already knew Eloise was a jerk, and so he knew what to expect. Edwin had given him permission to fuck — not that he’d had any indication of interest when Edwin had put Eloise in his charge. He was bored just sitting here, and he couldn’t spend time with Mary or one of the other women if he was watching Eloise, so he might as well enjoy himself.

“Sure. Why not?”

Alonso’s casual acceptance of the offer got under Eloise’s skin. She was better than that! “If that’s the most enthusiasm you can offer,” Eloise said sullenly, “then forget it.”

“Suit yourself,” Alonso said, just as casually as before. It infuriated Eloise.

“So that’s it? You don’t even care?” Eloise asked hotly.

“No, not really,” Alonso said candidly.

“Boy, you’re mighty full of yourself, aren’t you?” Eloise taunted. She wanted an explanation.

“No, not really,” Alonso repeated tranquilly.

“Well I say you are!” Eloise sneered, sitting up in the bed and dropping her feet to the floor. Alonso continued to sit on the bed, bemusedly smirking at the effect he was having on Eloise.

Eloise couldn’t take it anymore, and she lunged for Alonso, wanting to get him by the neck and shake that smug look off his face. Instead, she met Alonso’s foot to her stomach and collapsed in a heap on the ground between the beds. Alonso never stood. In fact, other than Eloise’s crumpled frame gasping on the floor, there was no evidence to suggest that Alonso had moved at all. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“And I say that you are full of hot air,” Alonso said simply. “Get up, and let’s get you fed.” The dismissal of her outburst frustrated Eloise. It was as if anything she did meant absolutely nothing to Alonso at all, as if she was worthless. She didn’t like that feeling, and she resolved herself to change Alonso’s mind, whatever it took.

Two days of getting herself off almost incessantly had Eloise’s arms very sore. She’d tried for days to get Alonso to come around. She’d tried pouring on her charm, flashing her smile, and paying empty compliments. She’d even paid a few genuine ones, which Alonso had accepted graciously but had not reciprocated. Other than the initial compliment on her stamina, Eloise had heard essentially nothing from Alonso, who peremptorily collected her in the morning, escorted her to the collection room, waited around for several hours, escorted her to lunch, escorted her back, waited around several more hours, then escorted her back to her room. Finally, one day, as Alonso was taking her back to her room, Eloise turned to him.

“Okay, okay, my good man, I give up. What can I do to get you to want to fuck, to really want to fuck?”

Alonso’s words were simple: “Make it worth my while.”

“What do you mean?”

“Eloise, you think only of yourself. What if I wanted to fuck you…in a different way? In a place you’ve never been taken before?”

“I don’t do anal.”

“Exactly. Nothing I could do would convince you otherwise.”

“But you can do anal with any woman here!”

“Yes, because they know and respect me, and I do the same to them. I’ve seen you get off, Eloise, many times. You get off in fifteen seconds, thirty if your arm is tired. What would I gain from an experience like that?”

Eloise thought about it.

“And from the way you talk, I bet that as soon as you get off, you’re done. You don’t care if I get off or not, so long as you do.”

Eloise’s breath caught. That was true.

“So why would I want to be with you? I could be with Mary. She makes it fun for me. And we can talk, laugh, and be friends when we’re not fucking. I don’t like you; you’re a jerk. I don’t want to talk to you. We’re not friends.” He shrugged. “So, other than the novelty of having been the only guy on board to have sex with you or maybe getting you to cum more than once, you’re not worth my while. You’re a circus act, nothing more.” With that, he locked Eloise in her cabin.

Eloise opened her mouth to say something to the locked door, some masterful retort, but none came. She had nothing to say that would redeem herself. She sat heavily on her bed. Was she really that bad? She shook her head. No, it was just more of Alonso’s stupidity. But stupidity or not, Eloise wanted Alonso to like her, to want to be with her.

It was a strange feeling. Normally she didn’t care what people thought of her. She came in, flashed a smile, got her needs met, and left. Screw the other person’s feelings. But something about Alonso made her want him to like her. She held her head in her hands, thinking.

What had Alonso said?

She got off fast. That was true. It had never bothered her before; the faster she got off, the faster she could get the fling out of the house.

And there was that, too: her not caring about her flings. It was true; she didn’t care about them, but she did find herself caring about Alonso. She did, she thought, want to see Alonso get off, to feel that nice cock unleashing a warm, salty load all over her… She shook her head. No, that was still serving her own needs. What about Alonso getting off for his own sake? Eloise toyed with the idea. It wasn’t a thought she’d ever had before. She tried to put herself in Alonso’s shoes, deciding between someone who could give him pleasure or someone who would just use him. It was hard; she’d never had empathy for anyone, but once she finally managed to wrap her head around it, remorse seized her, and she clutched her chest.

‘What have I been doing all these years?’ she asked, mortified. ‘I’ve taken without giving anything back to anyone. Mother and Father, who gave me everything…I never gave anything back to them. Instead, I manipulated them into sending me here. I’ve used the servants like playthings, yet they are people! I pitted them against each other for sport, made them run pointless errands, yelled at them for things that weren’t their fault, and used every single fling I’ve ever had.’ She thought back to the time her father had caught her in the chair. The chair had it better off than some of my flings, she thought morosely.

It was a very long night for Eloise, and when Alonso opened the door the next morning, her eyes were bloodshot.

Alonso frowned. He knew that Eloise had not had any alcohol, unless she had snuck out in the night somehow. The door had been locked, and Eloise had not made friends with anybody that would have let her out. She had, as far as Alonso knew, no money on her person, and her word was essentially useless, so any form of an IOU promise would have been empty at best. His assessment was interrupted, however, by what Eloise had to say.

“Alonso,” Eloise began in a voice that was choked with emotion, “you were right about me. About what you said last night. About everything.” Her breathing was labored as she struggled to get the words out. “All my life, I have been self-serving, arrogant, and manipulative. I’ve thought of nobody but myself, and I understand now why you have no interest in sleeping with me. I’m sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” Her breath stuck.