Steampunk Desires: An Erotic Romance (The Complete Collection) by Sophia Wilde Page B

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