Chapter 8
Quinn
A sane woman would have dashed up the stairs and locked herself behind a bunch of padlocks. Apparently, I wasn’t a rational woman. I didn’t know that Greg fellow personally, but what I did know was that he was the local drug dealer, and the other men were his customers. Greg was dangerous, but Keith was obviously the one to be afraid of.
When we got to my apartment door, I fiddled with the locks. It took much longer to unclasp them than usual since my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Why was I allowing this man into my house? He had a gun and just threatened three people. Why the fuck was I letting this guy in? Glancing back at him, I drew in a deep breath. Because I wanted that dick, that’s why.
I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and waited for him to enter before closing the door behind us. “Well, this is my living room,” I said, holding my hands out. I knew that was cheesy, but I was just so damned nervous.
His eyes flitted around the room until they landed on my open bedroom door. “That the bedroom?”
I nodded, then before I could say anything, he lifted me up and flung me over his shoulders like a caveman claiming his mate. I was so shocked I couldn’t even utter a squeak. He tossed my body on the bed; I bounced hard, and my hair fell in front of my face.
“You look afraid,” he hissed.
I couldn’t utter a response. I only stared.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the gun out, and my breathing quickened. I finally got a good look at the thing; it was a small silver and black revolver.
“Is it this thing?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. He popped the cylinder open and shook it, letting the bullets fall into his palm. The shocking realization that it was actually loaded caused me to wrap my arms around myself unconsciously. Closing the cylinder, he pointed the pistol at the ground and pulled the trigger. It gave a click. “There, it’s no more dangerous than a rock. Now I’m the most dangerous thing in here.”
He pressed his free hand to my chest, forcing me to lie down. My breathing was shallow, and at that moment, I was truly afraid. Why the fuck did I let him in here? My throat tightened as I felt the cold metal drag up my bare leg and under my skirt. I let out a small squeal as the barrel of the gun went under my panties and dipped past the folds of my pussy. Was he going to try and fuck me with it?
Slowly, he pulled it away, bringing it up to his nose for a sniff. “Mmmm.” Keeping the gun in his hand, he leaned over to brush his full lips over my collarbone to my neck. Sitting up, he stuck the gun back in its hidden holster. “Get to the head of the bed.”
Hesitantly I did as he asked, scooting my butt backward to the headboard. What was he going to do with me? Was he planning on playing some sort of psychotic game? The fact that he just stuck a gun up my pussy had me thinking he might be. Why, oh why, did I agree to this? I could scream, but what good would that do? He was huge; he could quickly overpower me. It would only take one of his hands to choke the life out of me.
His hands fumbled with his belt, his eyes never leaving mine. The sound of leather sliding from the loopholes caused the hairs on my arm to stand on end. When it was free, he snapped it, and I winced. “Now, give me your hands.”
Terror flowed through my veins, but I dared not disobey. Swallowing hard, I held my hands out, and he began wrapping his belt around them. I had to do what he said, if I gave him what he wanted, maybe he wouldn’t hurt me. He lifted my bound hands above my head and hung the belt over the center post of the bedframe. Slowly, he pulled my skirt and panties off, taking his time like he was unwrapping a present. Abruptly, he stood up and walked to my dresser.
My eyes followed him as he dug through the contents. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice small.
He glanced at me. “Don’t worry about what I’m doing. Worry about what I’m going to do to you.”
My lip trembled. When he finally turned back to me, I suddenly felt embarrassment instead of fear. He had found my vibrator and little dolphin. He looked at them with a lascivious smirk.
“Dirty girl,” he purred. He examined the dolphin. “I wonder what this is for?” He began pressing buttons on the controller, and the nose began to wiggle vigorously. His eyes widened with undisguised excitement. “Oh, that’s what that’s for.” Grinning, he walked back to the bed. “Now, you’re going to do everything I say, right?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded.
“Good, now spread your legs.” I did as he commanded, but he shook his head. “Wider.” I spread them further. “Wider, I want to see that flower open up for me.”
Drawing in a breath, I opened my legs as wide as they would go.
“Good girl.” Sitting on the bed, he stared at my pussy. “It’s so pretty.” He gently pressed a finger on my clit. “Look at this cute little bud.” Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to it, and I gasped. He chuckled, “Calm down, I haven’t even done anything yet.” Locking his eyes to mine, he ran his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves and kissed it again. “I wonder how you feel in there?” He plunged his finger deep; I gasped at the sensation. “You’re so fucking wet.”
As he pushed deeper, my fear melted into desire. How could it be possible for this man to terrify me yet turn me on so much? I wanted nothing more than to have that thick cock. Removing his finger, he picked up the vibrator. “I don’t think I want to share right now. Sorry, B.O.B.,” he chortled as he tossed the device away. Grabbing the dolphin, he turned it on to the highest level. “I do want to play with this, though.”
Spreading my lips, he pressed the wiggling snout to my clit; the vibration sent a surge of pleasure through my body like an electric shock. I squirmed and thrashed, but he only laughed as he watched me struggle. With the speed of the machine, it would only take a few minutes for me to cum; I could feel the burn in my belly. Moaning, my fists and toes curled in ecstasy; just as my walls started to pulse, he pulled the toy away. Panting, I stared at him in mild outrage until he got to his feet and tore off his shirt. When he started tugging at the button of his jeans, I licked my lips in anticipation of the long, hard cock that popped out.
“Does your little pussy want this cock?”
I nodded.
“Because you’re a dirty girl who likes to fuck random strangers?”
I swallowed hard, biting my lower lip. My eyes remained on his bulging member, and I nodded again.
He shook his head. “I want you to say it. Say, ‘I’m a dirty little girl who likes to fuck random strangers.’”
The burning desire between my legs wouldn’t allow me to keep my dignity. I wanted his cock; I wanted it more than I have ever wanted anything.
“Say it.”
“I’m a dirty little girl who likes to fuck random strangers!”
“Good. Now say, ‘I’m a dirty little girl who likes to have two cocks in one night.’”
“I’m a dirty little girl who likes to have two cocks in one night!”
He grinned. “Good, now do you want this cock?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice quivering.
“It doesn’t sound like it. Do you want this cock?”
“I want that cock,” I said, bolder this time.
“I don’t fucking believe you. Do… You… Want…This… Cock?”
“Yes!” I screamed. “I want that cock! Please! I want it!”
“That’s better,” he mused. He climbed on top of me, his bare skin sending electricity through my body as it brushed against mine. He pressed one hand onto my pillow, and his other reached between his legs; then, without any hesitancy, he thrust inside. The force was so strong it hit my back wall, causing me to yelp. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Do you fucking like it?”
“Yes! I love your cock! Fuck me!”
His thrusts were hard and savage; the caveman that tossed me over his shoulder had returned. There was no gentleness to his thrusts. He was ravaging me, pulverizing me, and I loved every second of it. I never wanted it to end; I wanted this to go on forever, just me, him, and his pistoning massive cock.
“Oh God, I’m going to cum!” I screamed.
“Then cum for me!” he ordered with a sharp growl.
As if my body was waiting for his command, my mind went blank, my walls pulsed, and my body quivered. He pulled out. “Open your mouth!” he barked.
Opening my mouth, I hung out my tongue; he gave his shaft a few hard strokes, and he groaned as he found his release. Warm cum coated my tongue, and I lapped up its salty flavor. When he was finished, and there was no more to feed me, he shuddered and rolled to the other side of the bed. After a few deep breaths, he freed me from his belt and kissed my cheek. “I want to fuck you again tonight. Are you on birth control? Because I want to cum inside of you.” Gripping my chin, he licked the side of my face.
“I have an IUD.”
Kissing my forehead, he got to his feet and grabbed his clothes. “I have somewhere I have to be right now. Go to the clubhouse at nine. Don’t make me come look for you.” I nodded, and he grinned. “I need you to remember these words: Root Beer.”
“Root Beer?” I asked, puzzled.
“Use it as a safe word. I have it practically branded into my brain. If I ever get too carried away, say it. It’s the only phrase that will make me stop. Nine O’clock. Don’t be late.”