The lift ride up was a silent, humming tension. We didn't speak. We just stole looks, her eyes dark with a mixture of defiance and raw need. The air was thick with it. By the time the doors slid open on my floor, my control was a frayed wire.
She stepped into the apartment, and the moment the door clicked shut behind me, I moved.
I spun her, pushing her forward until her chest and cheek were flush against the cool wall. My body pressed against her back, caging her in. My foot hooked around her ankle, spreading her legs wide. My left hand pin.ned the back of her ne.ck, holding her in place.
"Not a word, slut," I growled into her ear, my voice low and vicious. "You're going to take what I give you. Understand?"
A shaky whimper was her only reply. My right hand didn't wait. It slid ruthlessly up the inside of her thigh, under her short dress. She was already drenched, her slickness coating my fingers before I even reached her core.
"Fuck, you're a wet little mess for me already, aren't you?" I sneered, my fingers circling her clit, not gentle, but with a brutal, immediate pressure. She jerked against the wall, a cho.ked sob escaping her lips. "I asked you a question, you greedy whore."
"Y-yes!" she gasped.
"Yes, what?!"
"Yes, I'm a filthy wet mess for you!" she cri.ed out, her body trembling.
"Good girl," | purred, the praise a sharp contrast to the cruelty of my actions.
Then I drove two fingers deep inside her without warning. She cried out, her inner muscles clenching around me. "Oh, you like that, don't you? You like being filled up like a dirty little cocksleeve."
I started a relentless rhythm, fucking her with my fingers, my palm grinding against her clit with every thrust. The obscene, wet sounds filled the hallway. I leaned closer, my lips against her ear.
"You're going to come for me. Right here, against this wall. You're going to squirt all over my hand like the dirty little piss-slut you are," I commanded, my voice a dark whisper. "I want to feel you lose control. I want to feel you ruin yourself for me."
"Please... I can't..." she beg.ged, her body straining.
"You can and you will," I snarled, crooking my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars.
"Come on, baby. Make a mess. Show me what a good little fuck-toy you are.
Come for me. Now!!"
It was the "now" that broke her. A guttural scream tore from her thr.oat as her body seized. Her back arched viol.ently and a hot gush of her release soaked my hand and wrist, dripping down her legs and onto the floor. She convulsed around my fingers, her entire body shaking with the force of it.
I held her through it, my hand still working her, milking every last shudder from her spent body until she was limp against the wall, panting and gas.ping.
When she was completely still, I slowly pulled my slick fingers out. I released my grip on her ne.ck, and she slid down the wall, collapsing in a trembling heap on the floor.
I stepped over her, looking down at her ruined state. I brought my wet fingers to my lips and tasted her, my eyes holding hers. "Delicious."
I walked to the table in the hallway, picked up the shopping bag with the new lingerie, and started down the hall toward my bedroom without a backward glance.
"Crawl," | commanded, my voice cold and absolute.
I heard a shaky breath, then the soft, pathetic sound of her palms and knees on the hardwood floor as she began to follow. The game was back on. And I was just getting started.
The soft sound of her crawling followed me down the hall, a steady, obedient rhythm that set my pulse thrumming.
The bedroom was dim, the blinds drawn, our private world. I pointed to the center of the large bed.
"On all fours. Arse up in the air. Face the headboard. Don't you dare look at me."
She moved with a beautiful, shaky obedience, climbing onto the mattress and getting into position. The sight was a punch to the gut. Her short dress was rucked up around her waist, presenting her to me completely. Her cunt was still glistening from the hallway, her ass a perfect, pale peach, already trembling with anticipation. Mine. All of it.
I made a show of rummaging through the bag, the rustle of paper and plastic loud in the quiet room. I let her hear me find the small, heavy box. I took my time, my eyes glued to the helpless, beautiful curve of her back, the vulnerable offering of her ass. I finally walked over, the new, sleek butt plug cool in my hand.
I stood behind her, just watching for a moment, letting the tension build. Then I reached out and rubbed her arse, a rough, possessive caress. "Such a juicy fucking peach," I growled, my voice dark with want. "Just begging to be used, isn't it, you filthy slut?"
I leaned down and kissed one cheek, then the other, a mockery of tenderness.
Then I spread her open with my thumbs, revealing her tight, pink hole. I didn't hesitate. I buried my face between her cheeks, my tongue lashing out, flat and broad at first, making her whole ass jiggle.
A sharp, cho.ked cry escaped her.
"That's it," I muttered against her skin, my breath hot. "Make your fucking noise."
Then I focused, my tongue becoming a point, a we.apon of pleasure. I rimmed her hungrily, fucking her tight little hole with my tongue, pushing as deep as I could possibly go. She was writhing, moaning, pushing her ass back against my face, her body begging for more even as her mind reeled from the degradation. I ate her ass like a starved man, tasting her, claim.ing her in the most primal way possible. I held her hips firm, keeping her exactly where I wanted her, until her thighs were shaking and her cri.es were a continuous, desperate melody.
When I finally pulled back, my chin wet, she was gasping, a string of saliva connecting my lips to her glistening, well-used hole.
"Such a good little anal whore," I breathed, patting her ass cheek hard enough to leave a pink mark.
I picked up the plug, lubing it up as I rub it against her dripping wet pussy. I pressed the cool, tapered tip against her hole. She flinched, a tiny, involuntary resistance.
"Uh-uh," I chided, my voice a low threat.
"You take it. This pretty little hole is mine now. You're going to learn to love it."
I applied steady, relentless pressure. She gas.ped, her body tensing, trying to reject the invasion. "Breathe, you filthy slut," I commanded. "Push out and take it."
She obeyed, a ragged sob escaping as she for.ced her muscles to relax. The plug popped past her tightest ring, and I slid it home, the flared base settling snugly against her cheeks. She collapsed onto her elbows, brea.thing hard, her whole body shuddering with the feeling of being filled, ow.ned.
I leaned close, my lips brushing her ear.
"You feel that? That's me inside you.
You're going to keep it in. All of it. While you make dinner."
I stepped back, admiring the view-the plug nestled between her reddened cheeks, her cunt dripping onto the sheets below.
"Now," I said, my tone shifting to cold, casual command. "Crawl your plugged - up, filthy ass to the kitchen. You're going to cook for me like that and if that plug falls out, there will be hell to pay.
Now move." |
so sad it's over, absolutely fantastic story !
