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'Eve'sdropping - Chapter 7

"Good morning, my love." Eric's voice cut through the quiet room, the raspiness stirring Eve from her deep sleep.

"Morn-ning" Eve spoke groggily, never having been a morning person.

Eric's face scrunched up in anger, "Aren't you going to say I love you back?"

Eve sighed, laughing a little, "I love you." She stretched her legs out, yawning, "Why are we up so early?"

"Why didn't you say I love you back?" Eric pouted.

"I just did, babe."

"Yeah, but only because I said something. Do you not love me?"

Eve rolled her eyes, "Would you quit being a drama queen? I just woke up. I closed at work last night. It's super early in the morning. I said I love you. What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to prove that you love me." Eric stood taller, his erect penis in full view.

Eve raised her eyebrows, "You're kidding right? You want me to have sex with you to prove I love you?"

Eric shook his head aggressively, "Actually, I want you to use that big mouth of yours to prove that you love me."

"Yeah, no" She scoffed, appalled.

"It's that or you hate me."

Eve shook her head, giving up. "Fine, but then we drop this?"

He nodded, smirking.

Eve made her way over to her fiance, grabbing his cock in her hands. She began to stroke him slowly, giving him a light kiss before getting down on her knees. His large dick hung in her face and smelled of his muskiness. She opened her mouth, dragging her tongue along the top and sides of him. Her hands migrated south to his balls and she squeezed them lightly, causing him to moan. She smirked, This will be easy.

She took her mouth and wrapped it around his tip, sucking lightly, a little pre-cum entering with it. As she migrated further up his penis, she could feel him straining. Her motions became faster, moving her hands to assist. He placed a hand on the back of her head, pushing himself deeper into her throat, causing her eyes to water. She gagged a little, unable to handle something so large. He pulled back, ready to thrust in again, and she managed a quick breath. Attempting to slow down, she moved back to work on the tip, but he wasn't having it. Eric grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head forward, forcing himself deep into her throat. She began to choke and struggled to breathe.

"Er-" she mumbled, not able to get the whole word out before he pushed back in.

He ignored her, continuing his thrusting movement. His eyes were closed, and his hands were still very much entangled in her hair. She felt herself daze out, not able to breath very well.

"E-" She fell limp, unable to stay conscious and he finally pulled back.

"What the fuck? You really don't love me do you?" He struck her face, waking her.

"I c-" she coughed, the air on her throat burning, "couldn't breath."

"Of course. It's all about you. You can't even do ONE thing right." He pulled her up by her hair, and threw her onto the bed behind them. "You'll just have to finish me off the old fashioned way."

"I don't think that's a good idea.. I'm not exactly.."

He pushed his hands over her mouth, causing the rest of her words to come out a muffled mess, "Shut up" He pulled her panties down and stroked her enough to get her going. Then he pushed inside her with enough force to break the bed. She cried out,but the sound was still muted by his hand. Eric took his other hand and pushed against her throat, cutting off air flow as he thrust in and out.

"At least you can do this right." He moaned loudly, barely holding back his load as he continued.

"Don't...inside...." She managed to get the words out when Eric readjusted on top of her.

"I'll do..." He began, clenching his jaw as he unloaded inside of her, "As I please." He pulled himself out, and released her from under his weight, "But you'll probably want to get the plan B. Don't need another little whore like you walking around here."

"Why are you being like this?" Eve sat up, rubbing her reddened neck

"Being like what? You know you like it." He leaned over, kissing her forehead.

"I really don't"

He winked at her, clearly playing a game that no one else understood, and walked out of the room.

**** 10 years ago****

Eve sat on the bottom of the steps, eavesdropping on her parents' conversation in the other room.

"Our next shipment in isn't scheduled until next week and you sold EVERYTHING? What were you thinking?" Her mother shouted.

"I was thinking that a sale is a sale! Why should it matter when it sells?"

"Because! Not only did you sell it for less than our normal price, you also SPENT all of the money on beer!! What are we going to do for food?"

"Beer is food!" Her father chuckled.

She could see her mom's eye roll in her head, "Eve cannot drink beer for food."

"Well maybe it's about time Eve gets put to work! She can buy her own damn food."

"She's only 14. She shouldn't be working in our business yet."

"That's when you started working the pole. Why can't she?"

"Because I want a better life for her!"

"Well this is all she's got, end of story, she's going to work after school tomorrow." There was a loud thud as something or someone hit a wall.

"Don't fucking touch me." There was a smack and a grunt.

"You're gunna regret that, bitch." There was some rustling and groaning, Eve could tell that there was a struggle going on. She moved from her place on the steps, tears dripping from her face.

"I'll do it." She spoke, her lower lip quivering a little, "I'll do whatever you need me to do, just please stop fighting."

Her mother removed herself from her husband's grasp, "Sweetie...What have I said about getting out of bed after we've said goodnight?"

"Well when you guys are shouting and fighting all the time it's hard to sleep."

Her mother took a step forward, "First of all. We're not fighting. We're having adult conversation. Something you'll come to find out when you get older. Second of all, you will not speak to us that way. We are the parents and you are the child and you will listen to what we say."

"Yeah, whatever."

Eve felt a strong sting across her face as her mother's hand came into contact with it, "DO NOT speak to us that way."

Her eyes welled with tears as she grasped her cheek, "M-mom..."

"Listen to me when I say something." Her mother grabbed a glass that was sitting on the table and took a long swig, draining it.

Her father stood back, smirking as he watched the scene, "There's my wonder woman." He winked towards her, causing her to smile in return.

"Save that." She muttered back at him. "Now. You go to bed, get to school on time in the morning, and then I'll put you to work when you get home. Your father's right. You need to be put to work."

"O-ok-ay" Eve blubbered and turned towards the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Eve turned back around, "To...bed?"

Her father stepped in, raising his voice, "We taught you better than that. We're family. Show us that you love us before you leave. You know that."

"S-sorry dad." She walked closer to them, giving them both an individual hug and a kiss on the cheek, shaking with fear as she did, "I love you."

"Damn right you do. Now get. Your mom and I have some unfinished business."

****

Eve returned from the store, Plan B firmly in her hand, "You owe me $50" she shouted into the quiet home. She moved into the kitchen in all it's vintage glory and began to unload the other miscellaneous groceries she had picked up. The walls were covered in an old, rustic red tile, and the cupboards were a light brown and hanging on by a thread. Most people would've thought that the place belonged on a piece of farmland, but in reality it just housed an old lady who loved the look. That is, before Eric moved in.

Eric didn't care much for interior design, so he left the farmhouse-look alone. Eve, however, couldn't stand it. Every chance she got, she stashed cash away to redecorate the place. It was a slow process, seeming her first priority were the bills that Eric had fallen lax on, but she'd get there eventually.

"Hey babe" Eric called from the living room, "Bring me a beer?"

Eve rolled her eyes, annoyed, but still grabbed the beer, she walked it across the hall into the poorly lit room. Some would call it a den, others a dining room, but Eve and Eric mostly referred to it as the everything room. Anything they didn't do in the kitchen or the bedroom or the bathroom, they did in there. Eating, napping, tv watching, crafting, etc. It's also where they did a lot of drinking.

Eve promised herself she would never become like her parents, where drinking was the sole reason she got out of bed every morning, but she also wanted to live it up. She probably drank more than most, but not to the point where she felt she couldn't come back from.

"Here ya go babe." Eve handed the beer over to the already drunk man of hers.

"Thanks."

She knew when she wasn't wanted around so she went into the bedroom, beginning to tidy up. Eve kept herself pretty organized. She knew that if she kept focus on the small details that it would help her want to stay sober. It was her biggest fear to turn out like her parents. Drunks, druggies, and abusive. Eve shivered at the thought.

"BABE!!" His voice was less friendly, "THIS BEER IS FUCKING WARM"

Eve trotted back into the room, "I'll grab you another one."

"You better." He sprawled out further on the couch.

She quickly hurried into the kitchen, grabbing another beer from the fridge, and running back, "Here-" she began to speak, holding the beer out in her hand, only to find Eric passed out asleep, a loud snore emitting from his mouth.

"About damn time." Eve muttered, cracking the beer open for herself and taking a large gulp, "Some peace and quiet."