Elliot is Sunday

**Amelia's POV**

**Gym Room**

I need to push my limits today. I am sure I will get payback from Elliot, but of course, I want to see how far I can push him to the edge. He is not the only person I have done this with, but it has never been great; they don't last more than two times with me. I say to the last ten guys that maybe it was rape, but who would believe me? I am a woman, and they are men; they are stronger than I am. The other reason I give them a shot is the memories of loss. You won't believe this, but on this earth, some plants can mix. You can do it, even those that truly make a person's day.

I raise my arms over my head with weights strapped to me. I run this part of the test because I want to be strong and have a lot of stamina; I need it for this one day with Elliot King.

After three hours, I stop the treadmill and then move on to my squat routine of 500. A little tip: I start at 3 AM, and now it is 6:45 AM. It won't be long before I start my normal exercises. I need to do squats and then my yoga, which is part of my day.

At 10 AM, I got a call from the front door. I saw Elliot there; he looked good—no, he looked great—in a blue shirt, jeans, and black running shoes, and he had a duffle bag with him.

"Hello there, Elliot. Please come in." He walks in but very slowly. Silly man, but I won't say it.

"What do you want to do now? Just so you know, I set the alarm for 10:45 for the next day. I will give you a little more time after that."

He looks different; it could be because of the situation with blue balls. I'm laughing in my head as I go to my office.

"That's great, Mistress. Thank you for the little time." That's great, so he knows that. I give him a little present for that. "Mistress, can I go to your room or should I say restroom?" Hmm, is he trying to play a sugar trap? But why? "Yes, pet." We go in. I sit on my bed, and he is out in minutes. Then he comes to me; he is a proper slave, eager to please his master. Very good; this is another present I have for him.

"Mistress, I am a slave. What do you want or need from this slave?" There it is; now let's get it started.

This time it is a special occasion for him. There will not be any locks on his legs or arms in my room; the door is metal and has the highest security.

"Elliot, there is something I have to tell you that is very important, so listen well. This is a very special time in my room—the only thing it has is a very heavy door; no weapon can go through. So there are no handcuffs or leg restraints. You are first, and I trust you on one thing and only one thing: you CAN'T TOUCH MY NECK OR MY HEAD. If you do, it will be the last thing you ever do. Do you understand?"

He was quiet for a long time, but his breathing was very fast. So, blue balls—he has never gotten rid of that. I'm laughing in my head; it's hard to maintain my composure as we get started with this tease. Will he snap? I take off his shirt, then I touch his back with my fingertips, bent down to kiss and lick him. He shivers and gets goosebumps all over his back. "Take off your pants, pet." He gets up and pushes them down without fuss. Then he stands there, not doing anything, while I just touch him; I can see his muscles are very tense as he holds it in. Very good, this is another present for him. With this pull and push, let's see how much he can take.

"Legs wide apart, pet." He does so perfectly. Let's see if he can hold this; I push his weaknesses to the max right behind his balls. At this moment, he does not scream or pull back. That's weird for someone with his build; he usually does little things to resist, but not this time. Great, I have to do this. I get handcuffs and tie his legs, then grab my medical equipment. I check his pulse, look into his eyes, take blood work, and then lay him on the bed. I get the PC up and running and put the vials in; after 45 minutes, it is done. He was the subject of the drug; I have some cures for it, but he fought the last one.

**Four Hours Later**

"What the hell? Where am I, and why am I here?" Elliot asks.

"Elliot, you're awake finally. What do you remember from last night?" His face looks confused or lost. "I was at my office doing my paperwork. I finished it by 11, I think. Then my secretary came in to give me food and some wine, and then I fell asleep on the bed in my office, but only I can go into that room. My fingers unlocked it, but after that, I was out. I don't remember anything."

"Hmm, so it was normal food."

"How long have you had her in your office?"

"Nine years, but I have three of them. The first has been there for two years, the second for seven, and the last for five."

"From those three, who has a family they can go to?"

"All three of them do."

Sigh. This will be a pain. I went to him and grabbed his phone. I unlocked it. "Get me their numbers; do you have their social security numbers? That would be better." Let's start with the one who has been there the least amount of time. Bingo! She is into drugs and has a huge history with a gang—this is great. It looks like they have a very long history.

"Fuck, Elliot, you were drugged; these are your people who did this."

"Do you remember anything I said to you in the last few hours?" He just looked at me, and then his eyes lit up. "Not much, but in this room, there are no handcuffs. You gave me a chance that... I can't touch your neck, head, or hair... that's it." Great, he got the important part.

"We'll change the hours to 6 PM; we will stop then. Is that okay?" He seems a bit upset about it, but I am sure it is not just about that; it is the drugs. "Yes, Mistress, thank you." Elliot seems different; good, I need him to be.

I go right up front with him and just look at his last test results. Will he lie down or stand up? He does the former after I give him three tries; he kneels down.

Let's have fun. "Pet, don't hold back for anything; that is an order." I can feel him letting his beast come out. I turn around and give him my ass.

**Elliot's POV**

When she says, "Pet, don't hold back for anything," my beast inside forces itself out. It has been a few years since it has emerged for any woman I have been with; it was only at 30% at most. The anger I possess can only do a little right now, but only the thought of her ass drives me crazy.

"Mistress, please change it; I beg you. It's been a while since I had a slave or sex." Even now, my excitement is growing at an almost full capacity.

"Pet, don't question me. Come out now!" Damn it, it feels like I'm being blasted to hell. Just her ass! With one thrust in, she gasps, "Oh my God, you are the same size as my play toy. Yeah, go for it, Pet!" What the hell? She plays with this. This might work; I can work with this. I go in then bend over and lift her to the floor. I am the only one standing now; I lift her and slam her right back down. I climax a lot faster than I expected. I want some wetness there; now let's play with her. I need to learn from her. The beast inside wants her; she is my wife. I need to make her climax so hard that she passes out.

I pick up my speed. At first, it is shallow, then deep, and finally, I find a different position. After one hour, I discover it. Damn, it feels big. So, I change my angle; it took me a long time to figure it out. It took enormous willpower and a lot of strength, then I lay her down with her legs up and go in with no regard for tomorrow.

"Oh God, Elliot, stop! You will make me climax so hard this way!" But I did not stop; I will have her reach such ecstasy that she could lose consciousness.

Before long, she releases herself with a powerful wave. I keep going, hitting her again and again, seven times total before she passes out.

As for me, I climax ten times, and it still isn't enough. With this amount of time, only five hours have passed. So in this moment, I lay down, having her lying with me still inside. I fall asleep knowing I will go again in about ten minutes, but I wait until she wakes up. That damn thing still won't go down, no matter what I do.

**Seven Hours Later**

She wakes up, her body moving a little. I also wake up and grab her hips so she can't pull away. "I need to go to the restroom, then I'll be good." I get up; I need to go too. I get to the door and hold her in until she can stand on her own. I see her lying in bed, her ass out. I go to her; she's asleep again. Did I do such a number on her that she's out? But the other thing is, how many times did she climax?

Who cares? I still want more of her. I made myself climax inside her again. I was in for the long haul until midnight when I was finally done.

After an hour, I wake up again but in the best way possible. She is riding me, but in the front. Damn, this is good; she feels very tight. She is a virgin.

She handcuffs my arms and legs—this is not a normal one; it's horseshoe shaped but instead connects by bolts, tying me tightly to the wall of the bed. She is facing me, her eyes full of tears. "Don't move, pet." Damn it, I always listen to her. She comes down very slowly, but as she does, it feels like a free fall right to the hilt.

Finally, she goes much slower after she breaks her threshold. There is a lot of blood; I am her first. I pass, and I can't believe it. Oh my God, I got my wife! Hell yes. She moves very slowly; I want to move, but every time I do, she gives me a slap. "Don't move, pet, until I say so— that's an order." My dick and my beast are tamed; it doesn't help me at all.

There's no saving me now from this wife of mine.