What single woman in her right mind would live in an apartment like this? In times such as these, a single woman’s home should be a fortress. It should keep her safe while she sleeps at night. Otherwise, the wolves may come in.
I pulled out a lock pick set from my pocket. “A terrible person could just–” I cracked open her locked door. “–waltz right in andtakewhat wasn’t theirs,” I whispered to myself. It was as if she was inviting me inside.
Don’t mind if I do, malishka.
The layout of her home was small. It didn’t surprise me, but I couldn’t help allowing a sneer to form on my face. One bedroom, a tiny bathroom, and a kitchen/living room combo. This woman needed little, I could see, to live comfortably. Good. It would make her stay in a gilded cage that much easier for her to bear. It would be much nicer than this, that is for sure.
I went through her closet. Eh. Nothing worth noting. But then I went through her draws, sniffing her panties and pocketing some of the racier pieces for the disposal. They must be presents from other men, and my woman wouldn’t dare wear things given to her from other men. She was mine after all.
I laid on her bed, my cock throbbing about where those panties have been, and her scent floating through the air and on the sheets. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling all over it. I pulled out a red thong from my pocket and held it to my face. Her scent waned, but it was there.
Not enough.
Jumping off her bed, I ruffled through her laundry and found a pair right under a white shirt. They were full briefs, not the tiny scraps that stuck in her ass. I brought it to my face and inhaled deeply.Yes.Just as delicious as I remembered.
I climbed back onto her sheets and imagined she was here beside me. I ripped the fly of my jeans open, releasing my aching dick. Fuck, precum formed at the tip in a perfect teardrop. I smeared it on her pillow, hoping some of my essence would reach her nostrils, so she would be moved by my scent and think only of me.
I let my mind wander into the most realistic fantasy.
She was on her knees before me. The warmth of her hot, panting breath caused me to groan in delight. She had no choice. Her mouth enveloped me deeper and deeper until I touched her tonsils.
“Fuck, malishka.” My fingers tangled tight in her curls, pulling her toward me hard, forcing my cock deeper into her throat, even as I pressed the knife deeper into her skin.
She cried around the shaft, the vibration of her terror racing up the length and settling into my tight sac. God, if I weren’t careful, this would end before it began.
A trickle of blood ran down the side of her neck, and I wished I was a contortionist so that I could lick it while thrusting deep inside her esophagus. But I settled for swiping it with my thumb and sucking the coppery liquid from the pad. Not as good, but would do
Her eyes locked on mine. Hate warred with the same hunger that I knew was written all over my face. A few more seconds and she was due to suffocate, surely.
“If I let you breathe, will you be a good girl and do it right? You know I need you to take it all. Not just stop when it gets uncomfortable.”
She nodded, the best she could with my grip so firm, a knife to her face, and a dick shoved so far down her gullet she couldn’t draw in air even though her nostrils.
I kept the knife close but released her hair. She backed off my length and inhaled hard through her nose, but also licked the underside of my cock from base to tip. I felt my legs tremble.
“Be my good girl. Be my queen.”
She lowered her lashes, resigned, and like I’d taught her, relaxed her throat and took me hard into her mouth, essentially choking herself on my cock, forcing my head past the constricting muscles that dared to keep me out.
“Remember, malishka. If you have the ability to talk when you’re done here, you didn’t do it right.”
She whimpered.
“You know how I feel about talking back. If you were another woman, I would just take your tongue out. However, for you, I will settle for this.”
Tears streamed from her eyes as she did it again, shoving my length in as much as her body would allow. The sounds of her gag being triggered repeatedly was music to my ears. I could do this all night. Watch her punish herself while she pleasured me.
But then eased off again, as if to catch her breath, and thought to distract me. She wiggled her tongue on the underside vein, and my balls tightened, my knees locked.
Who taught her to be such a good little cock sucker? It made me angry, even as a shiver rushed up my spine.
I threw down my knife, grasped her head, and began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
“Don’t you dare vomit,” I growled, my voice almost inhuman as I kept triggering her gag reflex. It felt so good on my cock, and her throat opened to accommodate my size. Fuck, I could slit her throat right now and bathe in her blood, but that wouldn’t secure me the results I wanted.
I pressed her nose into my pubic bone roughly. She could’ve vomited on me for all I cared; I was too far gone to stop. I could feel her want to fight me, but she knew better. She took what I gave her.
“You’re perfect, just perfect,” I mumbled under my breath as my cum jetted down her throat. Though tears leaked out of her eyes, she swallowed everything I had, and what didn’t get swallowed came out through her nose.