10. Axel
Axel
I t took every ounce of restraint I had when she slapped me, not to throw her into the bed of the truck and shove my cock down her slender throat as punishment for daring to hit me back.
The reality though, is it fueled something deep inside that I’m not sure I’ve ever felt.
I’ve always preferred my women more… subservient.
But the rush of adrenaline that coursed through me when her small hand made contact with my cheek had my dick painfully stiff and ready to punch through my jeans to get to her.
He apparently likes it when she fights back.
I had every intention of going home after I dropped her off, but now I have a problem that needs fixing.
My fucking dick won’t go the fuck down.
When I fingered her in the pet play room at Gravity, she got more than her fair share of release–as promised–but I definitely did not. Her room choice aside, which I will be circling back to at some point, fucking with her at the club was everything I wanted it to be.
I didn’t intend to take her home, but when I saw her walking through the bar towards the door in nothing but a towel with her hair a mess, I was conflicted.
She’s done nothing but invade my mind. She’s become a crutch– mi muleta –that I can’t escape .
Part of me wanted to let her suffer the humiliation of a walk of shame.
The other, more prominent, part of me felt intensely rageful at anyone seeing her half naked and post-orgasm.
Now, it’s my turn.
I’m still in the parking lot of her building, an hour later, when her lights go off.
She only had one drink tonight, so it may take her longer to fall asleep than usual, and that could be a problem for me, but there’s no part of me that’s not going to crawl through her window to watch her sleep.
I’ll give her some more time to fall asleep before I make my move, though.
My phone buzzes to life in the passenger seat and I pick it up to see Dom’s face on the screen.
D: What’s your ETA?
ME: Why does it matter? Who are you fucking and how long do you need?
D: Jesus, why do you always assume I’m fucking someone? Maybe I’m just a concerned best friend that wants to make sure you’re not… you know.
ME: I’ll be home in a couple hours. Have fun and remember… no glove, no love. The last thing we need is little monsters running around.
D: Fuck off. And don’t project your daddy issues onto me. Just because you hate kids, doesn’t mean everyone else does. Besides, I’d be a great dad.
ME: Have fun with that, bro. Just know, if you knock her up, I’m moving out.
My phone pings again, but I toss back into the passenger seat, not caring to bicker with him anymore. Not liking kids does not mean I have daddy issues. Sure, my father left ages ago, but we were better off without him. Although, who he left us with, wasn’t much better.
I do my own thing. I always have.
I didn’t need either of my shitty parents and I don’t need to bring shitty kids into the world, either. It’s better for everyone if I end that shitty cycle by not procreating.
I check my watch and decide enough time has passed. If she’s not asleep, I’ll deal with it, but I’m tired of fucking waiting.
The street lamps are out leading up to her ground level apartment, making it easier for me to enter unnoticed.
When I get to what I know is her bedroom window, I gently slide it up and crawl through as silently as I can.
I left the window unlocked the last time I came to visit, and it irritates me, slightly, that she’s this clueless about her own vulnerability and reckless with her safety.
I push those thoughts aside as soon as she comes into view.
My dick is already thickening at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully under the covers.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I take her in.
Her arm is dangling from the side of the mattress, her palm facing upward, showing off her one and only tattoo of an incomplete circle adorning the inside of her wrist. She thinks she’s good at hiding her true self from the world, but she’s wrong.
I see her.
I see everything she tries to keep locked up.
Even the things she ignores and denies.
She shifts in the bed, causing the comforter to drift past her bare tits.
Of course she’s fucking naked, using her body to tempt me.
I watch her nipples peak as they meet the cool air and before I can rationalize my way out of it, my lips are lightly grazing the taut flesh of her right nipple.
When I graze my teeth against the sensitive skin, her mouth opens slightly and she lets out a whisper of a moan.
Moving to the other one, I repeat the movements until another escapes her lips.
I’m playing with fire but can’t find any fucks to give. Every day that passes, my patience grows thinner. I’ve already waited too long.
Standing, I release my hard length from the confines of my jeans and boxer briefs. I give my shaft a few slow, long strokes, needing to relieve some pressure fast or I’ll bust all over the floor like a thirteen year old boy.
With each stroke, I imagine waking her up by stuffing myself in her warm, waiting mouth.
She’d probably gag as I hit the back of her throat.
I wouldn’t let up, though. I’d force her to take me, knowing she gets off to the thought of having her choices taken away.
I’d take them all from her, until she was a drooling, sloppy mess whose only purpose was to take my dick and do what she’s told.
A drop of precum falls from the head of my cock onto the floor. I think I’ll leave it there, but before a second can fall, I swipe it with my thumb and paint it on her lips. Lips I need around me like I need air.
My balls tingle, signaling I’m close as I squeeze myself harder with each stroke before grabbing the jar of face cream from her nightstand. I make quick work of opening it just before my thighs tense and my shaft throbs, expelling what feels like a massive load of cum directly into the white cream.
Thankfully, as I come down from my release and tuck myself back into my pants, I see she’s still sleeping like the dead.
This is good.
I give the face cream a good stir with my finger and close it back up.
Hopefully, I can hold myself together next time she’s spewing hateful words at me.
The darkness inside me stirs knowing the next time she uses that cream, she’ll be painting my scent on her, marking her as mine.
I can’t wait to watch her try to date some unknowing mother fucker with my cum staining her face.
I crawl out the same way I came in.
“See you soon, my little trainwreck.”