I Hate Him
Lex
He must be out of his mind— oh fuck.
The second the small silicone toy makes contact, it takes every ounce of strength in my body not to buck wildly. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My muscles clench, and my body fights to pull my arms out from behind me, but they’re secured tightly.
I must look rabid.
I can’t close my mouth.
Breathing through it is the only thing holding me together.
My body twists back and forth, and I know I have seconds before I come.
Don’t show him.
I try to calm myself in any way so that he doesn’t realize how close I am.
So close. So close.
Just as I sense what would undoubtedly be an earth-shattering orgasm start to crest, the toy is ripped away. I refocus my eyes on him, and I think I hate him.
“I said no coming.”
He’s reaching a finger for me, swiping it just inside of me and up past my swollen and overly sensitive clit. His expression can only be described as possessed and contented. Standing back to full height, he rubs his thumb and forefinger together before slowly lifting it to his mouth and sucking my arousal off of it.
“Decent, but I think we can do better than that.”
My heart rate has barely started to come down from… not getting off… he pushes the toy back in place and clicks the button again, increasing the pressure.
No, not pressure. Suction? It feels like it’s sucking.
It’s all I can do not to scream. It’s equally agonizing and the most incredible experience of my life. I suck the side of my cheek between my teeth and bite down as hard as I can stand, tasting the metallic tang of blood. It helps me maintain a straight face as my body winds up again. Again, he pulls it away. This time, I can’t stop the groan that escapes.
This is how I die. For sure, I’ll die if I don’t come.
I force myself to take some deep, centering breaths. I know I haven’t moved my eyes from his face, but my brain cannot process what I see when that thing is attached to me. The blur fades from my vision, and his face comes into view mere seconds before his rough fingers grab my jaw and pull me closer to him. We’re nose to nose, and his rich, dark eyes bore into me. It’s all too much, and I gasp as the first tear slides down my cheek. His fingers are like fire, and I’m sure they’ll burn me. His forearm flexes as he holds my face, and he’s silent for so long that I’m desperate to either lean away from him or push into him, but before I can decide, his eyes drop down my body.
“Stop doing that.” He demands.
I jerk my head back, trying to pry myself from his grip, but he’s not having it and yanks me forward onto my chest. The position is uncomfortable and awkward. My hands are anchored to my ankles, my knees tucked under me. This position makes it hard to take a full breath and impossible to move.
“You want to try to hide how close you’re getting?”
He sounds pissed, and I can’t help but smirk.
Fucking right, I will.
He moves around to stand behind me, and my entire body tenses. In this position, he can take whatever he wants from me, from my body. My breathing kicks up again, the sound strained because of the position he’s forced me into.
“I told you, Lex. No coming.”
His hand drifts over my ass cheek as he speaks in a slow and honestly devastating tone.
“You’ve more than earned this, and you’ll take it without complaining.”
Ok, sure, bud.
“Say it.”
My lips couldn’t be sealed tighter if they were superglued.
His fingers circle my entrance, and I push my ass back into him.
“Say. It.” He grits out.
Absolutely fucking no—
Slap.
I scream. Just a little. Mainly from the surprise.
The sting of the slap spreads across my ass.
“Say it, Lex.”
I start to laugh. This is so ridiculous. I wish I could turn to look at him, but since I can’t, I say, “I am not your toy!”
Slap.
Another sharp sting spreads, radiating up my lower back; the impact pushes me forward slightly.
Slap.
“I can do this all night, Lex. Say. It.”
Words are gone. My mind is empty.
Am I supposed to beg?
“Please.”
Slap.
This time, he slaps my pussy. Hard. I see stars.
Each time he slaps me, my brain functions a little less. I can’t fucking remember where we are, let alone what the fuck he wants me to say. My thighs clench, and I know I’m crying from desperation and frustration. I feel a thick finger slide inside of me, and still.
What the fuck is he doing?!
I rock my hips a little, and he chuckles. My ass hurts, my pussy throbs; I’m not sure if we’ve been here for 5 minutes or 5 hours. The sound of the toy turning back on startles me despite being a low hum.
“You can make or not make whatever fucking face you want. You’re not coming, and if I need to leave my fingers inside of you to feel when you’re getting close, I will.” The suction feeling returns, and I feel myself losing it within seconds.
yesyesyesyes .
The toy is pulled away.
“FUCK!” The voice cannot possibly be my own. A twisted scream and groan mashed together.
I am so overly sensitized that the motion of him pulling his finger out almost sends me over the edge. The tears stream down my cheeks, soaking into the bedspread that my face rests on.
Ihatehimihatehimihatehim.
Without warning, the straps binding my wrists and ankles are yanked, and I am pulled back onto my knees. My shoulders scream from the pressure, and somehow, the pain is a nice relief from everything else. Only when he releases me do I realize how exhausted my body is. Every muscle begs for release. Release from the binds, release from this bed, release from not coming. I’m so tired and so desperate for sleep, but I can’t sleep like this. Adrian steps around to face me. I must look like a chaotic mess. I can feel how wet I am. I swear I’m dripping, but I’m not sure that’s possible. My face is wet from crying. I could sleep right here, right now. I consider it for a moment before the movement catches my attention.
His massive hand runs up his thigh and across the hard ridge of his cock. Tired as I am, I need to see it. I need to know if what I see through his pants is real or some optical illusion. Is it really that big?
“I’m not kidding, Lex. You come when I say you come. Do not get yourself off after I leave tonight.” He continues moving his hand up and down his length.
I don’t even register his words because I am so fixated on him. His face, his lips, his muscles, and the way they ripple as he moves his hand, the way his thick thighs press against his pants.
What did he say?
His hand moves to his belt and then to his zipper. I can feel his eyes on mine, but I am locked in some weird dick-trance and can’t look away. Slowly, so slowly, he lowers his zipper and then frees his cock and—absolutely not an optical illusion. I feel myself drool. I’ve never wanted something in my mouth so badly. His hand moves up and down, slowly, from the top to the bottom.
“You will show me what a good girl you can be,”
His words make me shiver, which in turn makes him smirk. He continues as he leans down and swipes his hand across my pussy.
“And I’ll break you to pieces when you’ve earned it.”
His hand, slick with me, wraps around his cock. He strokes, slow at first—deliberate—before his muscles tighten, his breath catches, and he groans a rough, guttural sound. And then, hot and thick, he spills over my tits.
I. Could. Scream.
Reaching around, he unbinds my wrists, and I fall backward onto the bed, breathing like I ran a marathon and covered in his cum. I register him doing up his belt, grabbing his bag, and I push myself up on my elbows.
“Are you fucking kidding me—”
“See ya around, Lex.” He says casually as he walks out the door.
Adrian
Leaving her place, I head straight for the elevator. If I’m going to leave and not crawl into that bed next to her, I can’t slow down. I’ve never wanted anything more than to pull her into my arms and breathe in her warm scent. Once inside the elevator, the doors close behind me, securing me in. I open my phone and navigate to the camera app. She hasn’t moved; she’s still propped up on her elbows, glaring at the space I occupied only about 60 seconds ago. Her hair is wild around her; even through the low-resolution camera, I can see the area of her chest left wet with my cum. Leaning my head back against the wall of the elevator, and I can’t stop myself from laughing— that was so fucked up.
Looking back at my phone, she’s moving, but I can’t fully see what she’s doing. She’s still lying on the bed, on her elbows, but her hand is moving across her chest. Squinting my eyes and pulling my phone closer to my face to see better and— What? Her hand moves from her chest and up to her mouth, two fingers slowly slide between her lips, and her head falls backward, and my dick is instantly hard again despite coming minutes ago.
Did she just lick my cum off of herself?
Before I can think better of it, my fingers hammer the button for her floor, but the elevator continues to the lobby.
Fuck. Go back.
The voice in my head is screaming at me to go back and witness this firsthand. I should be there. Not watching through some shitty camera feed. Not trapped in this goddamn elevator.
I should be tasting it off her fucking lips.
The elevator starts to slow, and I watch her stand up from the bed, grab a towel, and wipe her chest off. The growl I release in my frustration has the older woman waiting for the elevator, jumping back and clutching her purse to her chest as if I’m about to mug her. But she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what’s happening in that room upstairs. She doesn’t know what I just walked away from.
I lock my phone and tuck it away before I head out into the night. The air is cool but not nearly cool enough to lower the inferno that roars under my skin. This woman, who the fuck is she? I knew there was something when I met her that first night, but now she’s different, stronger.
Reaching my truck and climbing in, I open the feed again to ensure she’s listening to her orders; no coming. Her room is dark, and the feed is that sickly glowing grainy green; her cat crawls onto the bed beside her and spins in circle after circle to get comfortable. I’m not sure how she’ll handle it when I tell her that under no certain circumstances is that thing sleeping with us, and it’ll be relegated to the other rooms of her place—or I’ll throw it off the balcony.
With the door closed to the truck and the heat on, the cabin fills with her scent. Her sweet perfume is on my clothes, her pussy is on my hands and my tongue. She’s everywhere and nowhere. She should be with me, in my bed, under my body. She’s so close but too far away, and putting this truck in drive and leaving feels like the most impossible thing in the world, and I wonder how she would react to finding me sleeping in my truck here in the morning.
Before that thought gains too much traction, I shift into drive and slowly pull away from her building, making my way the short distance to my temporary place. My legs feel like they’re made of cement, and I didn’t realize it’s so late or that I’m so fucking tired. My bed catches my fall, and I tell myself I will rest a minute or two before brushing my teeth and changing out of my suit, but darkness tugs me under, and I drift off within minutes of arriving home.