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The club was packed with the heat of compressed bodies, gyrating, pumping and swaying, the lights seeming to intermittently pick out random body parts for the inspection of those standing on the edges. Watching, assessing, selecting.
He was watching as well. Waiting to have revealed to him, like a divinely illuminated revelation, the one who would be his tonight.
As the multicoloured beams of light swept over the heaving crowd, his eye caught a patch of calm in the maelstrom of movement, a small dark haired woman standing calmly amid the turbulence around her, sipping a drink and steadfastly meeting his now arrested gaze.
As one track seamlessly melded into another, the direction of the dancers surrounding her changed subtly and she began to move towards him, the crowd’s movements never deviating her path despite their fevered movements and her diminutive size.
He allowed his eyes to break from hers as he slowly perused her body. Mid-length black hair surrounded a slightly round face with dark eyes. Her shoulders were square above full generous breasts and her figure was not waifishly slim as is the fashion but, instead, designed to cushion a man’s weight as he pumped into her. He estimated that she would reach his chin in the heels she was wearing and the legs below her surprisingly modest pencil skirt were solid and well formed.
For the next few hours they indulged in banter heavy with sexual innuendo; first, he advancing when she retreated, then she taking the aggressor’s role, until he was convinced of his success in securing this conquest for the evening. He could smell her arousal over the blending of alcohol and sweat around them and interpreted her announcement for some fresh air in the alley outside as invitation to follow. He waited a minute or so after she left before pursuing her, intent on furthering their association beyond the cloaked conversation they’d shared, his desire to touch her skin and feel her arousal on his hands all consuming.
Outside,he crisp evening air did nothing to diminish the heat of his ardor and he scanned the deserted stretch of alley directly beyond the door for her lush figure, driven by the need to get under her skin as she had his. His hearing was keen away from the pounding of bass music and he listened for signs of her proximity. What came to him puzzled him at first. Her voice, the dulcet melodic tones, were hushed and triumphant in the darkness as she hurriedly spoke in what seemed a one way conversation.
He stealthily inched closer, and what he heard chilled him as the surrounding air had failed to do, replacing his previous triumph with a white hot seething need for revenge.
“I did it,” she gushed excitedly into her phone. “I picked a guy and I led him on until he was practically drooling all over me. Oh my God, you were right, it was so easy... Uh, huh... No, I’m leaving now, I don’t want him to realise that I’m not going back... I’ll catch up with you on Monday, okay... Yep... Of course I’ll tell you all the juicy details. Bye.”
He felt his desire for her replaced by a darker emotion as he realised the game she’d been playing. No doubt she’d never imagined he’d follow her, thought he was still waiting for her inside like a hooked fish anticipating her nonexistent return.
As she turned to exit the alley, he stepped in front of her, blocking her path, a friendly smile on his face. “Hi. Remember me?”
“Oh, hey,” she laughed, unconvincingly. “I was just coming back.”
“No you weren’t,” he corrected. He moved closer to her, herding her backwards, slowly, as he looked her up and down insolently. When he finally had her against the wall he leaned into her, his face lowering to her neck as he breathed in her smell. He could hear her nervous breathing and the sound sent a thrill through his body, punching into his groin to make his cock sit heavy in his jeans.
“So,” he breathed, “you like to play games, huh?”
“No.” She exhaled anxiously as his lips feathered up her neck towards her ear.
“Yes you do. You see, I heard you on the phone,” he enlightened her as an arm encircled her waist. “You’re here with some other agenda tonight. You’re here with the sole purpose of being a prick tease.”
His arm tightened around her to stop her restive movement and ,before she knew it, she was facing the wall, her hands splayed against it for support, his legs thrust between her’s as he slowly ground his arousal into her ass.
“This wall we’re leaning against, did you know it’s the building where I live?” he asked conversationally.
Her cheek scraped lightly against the brick as she shook her head in denial.
“Well it is,” he informed her, his hand circling her throat. “And I think there’s a game I’d like to play now.” He smiled wolfishly at her whimpered response before he closed his hand over her mouth and lifted her up off the ground. She froze in his hold as he began moving towards an access door a few feet from them but she started to struggle in earnest as he reached for the handle.
“Shhh,” he crooned in her ear and he held her head against his shoulder. “I promise you’re going to love this game.” He laughed as he hustled her through the door and slammed it behind them.
He was silent as he dragged her towards the elevator and pulled her inside. He quickly bundled her into the corner, wedging her there with his bodyweight while he stripped off his shirt and wrapped it over her eyes. Her sight gone, she instantly stopped fighting, intent instead on listening for his next action. She felt a quiver of renewed fear as the elevator began it’s ascent.
The upward movement stopped, he grabbed her around the waist and guided her, his front supporting her back, until he stopped, opened another door and steered her inside. She heard the lock engage and stood still, not daring to move in the unfamiliar environment.
He left her there, in the artificial darkness, moving around her in silence until she thought she’d scream from the adrenaline and tension rocketing around her body.
Suddenly, he ripped off the makeshift blindfold before replacing it with a snugger version. In that time she was able to determine that she was in a spacious, dimly lit bedroom with a large bed, which he proceeded to steer her towards.
He turned her, backed her up to the footboard and ordered her to crouch. When she refused to do so, he held her chin in one hand and she gasped as he lightly slapped her face with the other. “Down,” he repeated.
She began to lower herself to her knees but he jerked her upright. “I said crouch, not kneel. I’ll have you on your knees when I’m ready.”
She sank towards the floor again in the position he desired, her back against the bed.
“Spread your knees.”
She shook her head in denial and he grabbed a fistful of hair and squeezed, tipping her head back. “I said open your legs.”
“I can’t,” she gasped. “My skirt won’t let me.”
He released her hair before yanking her skirt up to her hips, the shadowy light pooling darkly in the area, hiding whatever she was wearing underneath.
“Open them. Now.” He waited with growing anticipation as she reluctantly hinged her knees outwards, revealing the secrets she’d kept hidden during the night. “You slut,” he breathed. “Nothing, you’ve got nothing on under that skirt and you thought you were getting away from me unfucked?”
“No,” she whimpered, as he approached her. “Please, let me leave. I promise I won’t say anything.”
“You won’t be leaving,” he said as he took first one hand and then the other and stretched her out like a perverted squatting crucifix, securing her wrists with soft restraints to the end of the bed.
She felt over exposed with her arms spread wide and her thighs open; and she was ashamed to feel the powerful tide of dark desire that crept over her. She felt the air on her exposed cunt and experienced an immediate moistening seeping from her. He noticed it too and she hung her head helplessly as he lightly ran his fingers around her opening. He raised them to his face and breathed in deeply, chuckling low when he heard her moan.
“I see my game turns you on.”
She shook her head mutely, determined to deny him this small victory over her traitorous body. “I'm not. I just want to leave. I’m sorry about what I did. Please, don’t do this to me.”
He ignored her and began to methodically undo the buttons on her shirt, slowly popping one straining button after another, until he spread the fabric to expose her lace covered breasts. He slowly ran his hands over and around the full globes, his movements becoming harder and more sure until he jerked the cups down and pushed them under the heaving mounds. He then proceeded to rub her nipples until they peaked, allowing her continuous pleas for freedom to wash over him as he pinched and lightly twisted her nipples.
“Shhh,” he crooned. “If you won’t be quiet, I’ll silence you myself,” he warned.
She tried to twist her torso away from his touch. “Just let me go,” she begged, feeling a surge of relief when he stopped and stepped back a little. But her relief was short lived as she heard the distinct sound of his belt buckle and zip being undone.
“I warned you to be quiet,” he said, securing her chin in one hand and forcing the head of his erect cock against her lips. She clamped them tight and tried to turn away but her held her firmly and rubbed the seam of her lips with pre-cum.
“Open,” he commanded, pushing against her lips. She shook her head silently, fighting him. Again he commanded her, slapping his cock on her face, but still she refused. Finally, his erection pushed against her mouth, he slapped down across her sensitive nipples and her mouth opened in a gasp and he crammed his cock into her.
His hands plunged into her hair to stop her pulling away and he held himself motionless in her warm mouth until she threatened to gag on his length. He shifted out slightly, felt her jaw relax a little and firmly slid back in, his movements becoming looser and more drawn out as he felt the pleasure of fucking her mouth tingle up his spine.
He groaned as he felt her spit coating the length of his cock, his balls bounce lightly against her chin at a particularly deep thrust, the exquisite sensation of her throat closing on the head. He felt her start to succumb to him as her mouth became a sucking, clinging sleeve that she shaped to him alone, the pressure of her lips when he drew back equalling the loose acceptance as he glided back in.
She was whimpering and squirming below him, her hips moving restlessly and he gauged that she was as excited as he. He released her hair, slid his hands to her breasts and captured the tips in firm fingers, pulling and manipulating until she moaned around his cock.
“You like that cock in your mouth?” he asked. “You like being treated like a prick teasing whore?”
Her moans spurred him and he slid out of her mouth and rubbed his saliva coated shaft over her face before bringing it back to her gaping mouth. He thrust again, then withdrew, cramming his sack against her mouth.
“Suck my balls.” She widened her mouth and sucked in first one and then both while he watched her and stroked himself.
“Such a greedy slut you’re turning out to be.” He paused, gloating. ”Have we learned the futility of asking for escape yet?” When she nodded around the mouthful of his meat he continued to fuck her face for a short time before withdrawing to undress fully. She was panting with her arousal and he ached to taste her core and lap at the juices he could see glistening there.
Through the light patch of hair covering her cunt he could see the lips, puffy and parted, coated in creamy secretions and begging for his touch. He slid his fingers between her splayed thighs and ran his fingers through her wetness, coating them before pushing two fingers inside her welcoming hole. He worked them slowly in and out to the rhythm of her breathless moans before shoving them in her mouth.
“Suck your juices off,” he ordered. She hungrily devoured his fingers before gasping as he plunged them into her cunt again. He worked her with one hand, the other teasing her nipples until she was writhing, before sliding a third digit into her. She felt her insides contract and a warm gush escaped around his stretching fingers. They both gasped as they realised she’d squirted a small amount of fluid from her cunt. She felt the pressure building and could feel orgasm inching towards her when he stopped.
“No,” she cried.
He stood and looked down at her, regarding the small puddle on the hardwood floor, sniffing his fingers and licking them. “You made a mess on my floor, whore.”
She squirmed in shame and wouldn’t look in his direction. He jerked her head up by the hair. “Not only were you about to come but you squirted on my fucking floor.”
“Yes,” she groaned, frustratedly pulling at the restraints.
“I didn’t say you can come,” he stated, untying her and removing the blindfold. “I also didn’t give you permission to mess up my floor.” He pushed her face down to the small puddle and rubbed her face in it. “Clean it up with your mouth, you filthy bitch,” he demanded.
He moved her head around in the moisture as she obeyed, running her tongue through it, slurping at the juices until he was satisfied. He then lifted her, mounded a pillow over the end of the bed, pushed her down on it and re-tied her. “You may be a whore but you’re not a very good one,” he chastised. “First talking, then making a mess and trying to come without permission. I think you need punishing.”
“Oh, yes,” she agreed, “please punish me. I want your cock so badly.” Instead she felt the sharp sting of a slim flat object as it was brought down sharply across the twin globes of her bare ass.
She hissed and started to cry out until he cautioned her to silence. She endured the spanking, jerking and hissing with each slap, her thighs rubbing together in an attempt to sneakily reach climax. But he saw and made her open her legs as he then began to use the ruler against her clit. Over and over, light smacks interspersed with harder ones that had her moaning in delirium, her ass pushed up in the air and legs spread wide.
Finally he considered her suitably chastised and put the ruler down. He approached her prone body and slipped the head of his cock inside her entrance. Gathering her hair in one hand close to her skull, he pulled her head back, leaned and whispered in her ear, “Are you going to play games with random men again?”
“Please. Fuck me,” she begged raggedly.
He shook the hair in his hand. “Answer me.”
She shook her head wordlessly. “Say it,” he demanded as he fed her another few inches.
“I won’t,” she acquiesced.
“Not good enough,” he said, withdrawing.
“No. Don’t take it out. I promise, I won’t tease again.”
He slid back into her. “That’s right. Because you’re a whore who needs to be fucked. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she agreed, greedily swallowing his length as he fed it into her.
“Whores don’t get to play games, do they?”
“No.”
”What are you?” he demanded, fucking her harder.
“A whore,” she moaned. “I’m a cock hungry whore.”
“And why are you a cock hungry whore?”
“Because I want to be filled with cum,” she panted.
“That’s right, cum slut. You need to be filled with cock until there’s cum leaking out of you,” he ascertained. She moaned in time to his thrusts until he suddenly stopped. “Who should be filling your cunt?” he asked.
“The men I tease.”
“That’s right slut,” he agreed, pumping his cock into her again. “You’re greedy for cock aren’t you?” he growled, holding her head flat to the mattress as he drove his cock into her. “You deserve to be used and fucked by the men you tease. Yeah, you’re so hungry for it, I bet you’d let more than me fuck you.”
His words hyped up their arousal, both imagining her being used by two or more men simultaneously. He told her that he pictured himself forcing her mouth onto another cock while he drove into her sucking, squirting cunt with his own and someone watched from the sidelines, awaiting his turn with any of her holes. His vision drove both of them towards relentless oblivion until she finally begged him, over and over, to allow her to come. He withheld permission, driving her on, until he felt the stream of ejaculate shoot from his balls into his cock and make its inexorable way to release.
“You want some cream, you filthy fuck whore?” he gasped.
“Yes. Feed me your cum,” she moaned.
“Here it is, now you cum while I fill your greedy used cunt with my cream,” he panted, thrusting wildly.
She rocked back against him as best she could, squeezing every drop from him as she convulsed into orgasm herself, before he collapsed on her back, their breath mingling, combined gasps of recovery joining them as close as their bodies were.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, kissing her heaving shoulders between breaths.
They lay quietly for a time, still prone, before he whispered in her ear, “Happy anniversary, baby.”
“Happy anniversary,” she smiled back.
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