Page 148 of The End of the World As We Know It
“That’s a good boy.”
He winced. “Hmm. Very bitter.”
“Don’t worry about that.” She moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. He stood, looking awkward. Elizabeth imagined this must have been the first time he was alone with a woman who wasn’t his nan.
“Why don’t you drink the rest of that and come sit next to me.”
“Uh… okay.” He shuffled closer and sat down, draining the glass, still making a face at the taste of it.
“That’s better. See? Isn’t this better than being all alone in some old, dodgy, damp-smelling, cold Victorian building with no one to talk to?”
He chuckled. “You’re right. But I can’t wait to find others. We can have open discussions. Map out how we’ll start again. We have God on our side.”
She stared at him. “How are you feeling right now?”
He chuckled again. “Good. Very good. Not like the last time I tried to drink alcohol.”
One of her hands crept onto his thigh. “We have to take care of each other. I can lead us.”
He looked at Elizabeth with a vacant gaze as her fingers gripped his leg. With her other hand, she untied the terry-cloth belt around her waist and opened the robe. “I need to feel someone next to me. Have you ever been with a woman?”
He immediately scooted a few inches away from her. Her hand slipped from his thigh. “No. Never.”
“Let me change that. It’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m a great teacher. You’ll see.”
“I don’t want to. No. I—I just met you.” He blinked slowly, staring at his feet.
Elizabeth stood in front of him. “You have to. You were brought to me…Givento me.”
“I think that beer was too much. Feeling a bit weak. You should go,” he said with a look of discomfort and embarrassment.
Elizabeth placed the terry-cloth belt around his neck.
“I’m sorry. Pray with me.”
His drowsy eyes darted around the room as he lifted his trembling hands. She took the loose ends of the belt and tied it tight at the base of his neck. Using the remaining belt, she tied his wrists together with a double knot. Half hog-tied. He sucked in a deep breath and it choked him when he moved.
“What… What are you doing to me?!”
He tried to scream. His eyes widened as she threw off the robe and pushed him onto his back.
“Don’t,” he said in a strained voice. His pale skin had turned red from lack of oxygen, as hers did with her arousal.
She smirked. “Believe me when I say you’ll love this.”
She yanked down his jogging trousers and took his soft cock in her hands. He tried to buck his hips to stop her from stimulating him. She dug her nails into his left thigh.
“Behave yourself, or I’ll do the same thing to your cock.” Her eyes darkened and narrowed as she glared at him.
He stopped and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m lightheaded… feel so weak… was it… the beer?”
She laughed at his panic. “C’mon. You love it, otherwise you wouldn’t be this hard.”
He looked down on his full erection then shut his eyes again.
“Now be a good boy and fuck me. It’s been so long.” She crawled on top of him and pushed hard against his hips. A loud groan escaped her mouth. “Look at me, Joseph.”
She gritted her teeth and leaned forward, placing her hands around his neck. “I saidlook at me, you littlecunt!”
