Chapter 77 Vignette 71
Rain traced slow, crooked paths down the windowpane as she checked her phone for the third time. The message still sat there in bold letters: "I don’t like delays."
Her pulse kicked, half with nerves, half with something she refused to name. She had imagined a silver-templed businessman in a tailored suit, maybe the kind who smiled before handing over an envelope. Instead, when the knock came, the man on the doorstep wore a black mask and gloves, his stance filling the doorway like a warning.
"Close the door," he said quietly, stepping inside without waiting for permission.
Her mouth went dry. "You’re…"
"Not what you expected," he finished. He placed a small black box on the table between them, its lid closed with a silver clasp. "You wanted an arrangement where you get seamless transactions at little cost. I have one. But it doesn’t involve your silence."
She swallowed hard, the steady weight of his gaze pressing on her more than his presence.
"What does it involve?" she managed.
His fingers brushed the clasp, but didn’t open it. "Your surrender. Every bit of it."
Her breath hitched, though she didn’t mean for him to see it.
Surrender. The word clung to the air between them, heavy and intimate, yet edged with danger.
"I don’t understand," she said, though part of her feared she already did.
"You will." His tone was maddeningly even, like someone discussing the weather. He eased the box toward her, the faint scrape of it against the table making her flinch.
"Open it."
Her fingers hesitated at the clasp, brushing the cool metal. His stillness unnerved her…he stood without shifting, without breathing loudly, as if her next move decided everything. She flicked the clasp.
The lid rose, and her throat tightened. Inside, neatly placed on a bed of black velvet, were several packets of condom… each of different brands.
Her lips parted, eyes widened. She looked at him.
His gloved hand moved, the leather whispering. “Those represent how many rounds I'll take you tonight. I hate no’s. Just obey whatever I ask you.”
"And if I say no?"
He finally stepped closer, the faint scent of rain and something darker…smoke, maybe…filling her head.
"Then you won't get your payment," he said.
Her pulse drummed in her ears. She hated that the part of her that should give up… stayed rooted instead.
Her chair scraped softly against the wooden floor as he stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking until the faint heat of his body reached her.
She could see her own reflection in the polished black of his mask, distorted and small, like she’d already been captured. His gloved hand rested on the table, inches from hers, the leather flexing faintly with the movement of his fingers.
"You think surrender is just a word," he said, voice low, almost conversational, though the air between them was anything but casual. "It’s not. It’s something you feel here…" His hand lifted and dropped on the top of her breast, gently rubbing on the soft skin, slowly sliding it inside her tank top, the unspoken command hanging in the pause.
Her breathing hitched, gaze dropped to the movement of his hand on her body. The scent of rain clung to him, sharp and clean, mixed with something darker, faintly metallic. She wasn’t sure if it was cologne or the trace of where he’d been before stepping into her world.
"Look at me," he said.
And she did…slowly…tilting her head up just enough to meet the dark glass over his eyes, her pulse thudding in her throat.
He put his hand under the mask and pulled it off his head. Then shoved fingers in his hair, arranging the askew strands.
Sweat immediately curled itself in her palms as she scanned the monster in front of her.
Smooth skin. Full cheeks and brows. Lips plump and full like they would render her mouth useless if they caught it.
He stepped closer and she took one backward… instinctively.
He smirked and her breathing stopped.
Not from fear. Or anything she could give a name.
He took another step closer but she didn't move this time.
Just stared at his eyes like she wanted to predict how much she would be surrendering.
He took another step closer until there was no reasonable gap between them.
She barely moved backward again when her back hit the wall.
No where to run. No escape.
Just his body beginning to press against hers. Eyes fixed on her like she was his prey for the night.
One hand rested under her jaws…just lightly…the other hand on her waist.
Her breath hitched when he lifted her, legs hanging in the air, on either side of his body.
She gasped.
Goosebumps filled her skin as she felt his hard cock press into her stomach.
Harder.
“See how hard you're making me?”
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.
He leaned forward. So close their breath hit against each other. Lips almost brushing.
And before she realized, he grabbed her lips with his own and kissed her like he'd not had a woman in years.
She didn't want to kiss back but her lips betrayed her, returning the kiss like she'd also been craving it.
He pressed one hand to her neck, sucking and biting her lips like some mother fucking sex addict, tongues exchanging inside each other's mouth.
They broke apart for breath and continued almost immediately.
Then his lips trailed downward to her chest. He kissed a spot that made her shiver, pussy beginning to drip liquids.
She moaned.
He still held her to the wall with one hand, while the other hand pulled her boobs out of her tank top. He squeezed her nipples and she screamed, moaning.
Then he grabbed her full tit…circled his big hand on it. His hand could barely cover her boobs. They were extremely big.
As he squeezed her breasts, she pressed her head to the wall, moaning, unable to circle her hips properly…his body pressing on her didn't let her.
She was transported to a different world by the time he reached for them…with his mouth. Her hands grabbed his head while he pressed his face to her boobs, sucking and biting her nipples like he owned them.
Then he started pushing his hips on her, cock pressing her as if he was fucking her stomach.
He dropped her to the floor, turned her around and pinned her cheek to the wall.
She pushed out her ass in a way that made him lick his lips. His breath was audible as he unzipped his trousers, his cock bouncing out, almost slapping his abs, his tip glistening with precum
He slapped her ass. Then gathered her skirt to her waist.
Her panties were thin and lacy. Already soaked in her juices. He wanted to cum right on it with the way it stood as the only barrier between his cock and her pussy.
He shoved a finger inside one of the lace holes.. and from there, he ripped her panties apart.
Her pussy was beating like a second heart, swollen like it would swallow his entire twelve inches.
He stepped forward, his cock pointing directly to her pussy like it already knew what was meant for it.
When she felt him nearer, she pressed one hand tighter to the wall, moaning, clutching her thighs as if trying to endure what she was feeling in her pussy. The way it clenched, juices dripped off like it's been waiting too long. She threw the other hand down her clit, rubbing rigorously, her moans increasing.
The heat from his body hit her. She could feel it.
But she didn't turn. Just continued moaning, rubbing her clit, bare boobs pressed to the wall and bulging by the side.
He used the tip of his cock…fat and heavy…and pressed it on her ass cheek. Then he pressed it on her thighs just beside her pussy hole.
She whimpered.
He held his cock and inserted it inside her pussy… just the tip… then circled it right there.
Her breath broke into gasps, “ahhh… uhhhhh,”
He took out the cock and spread the slime that rubbed his tip. Then he glided it between her cheeks. She moaned.
He pressed her head on the wall and then inserted his cock.
Not slow.
The way his cock glided in produced a soft slurpy sound.
He hit her base and she let out one short, sharp sound.
Then he started slamming her…. hips and balls slapping on her ass, hand pushing her face to the wall like he wanted her to sink inside it
Then he pulled out, spanked her ass so hard it turned red.
He threw her to the bed. She flipped her hair backward, quickly brushing strands off her face.
He joined her in the bed, straddling her behind, cock pointing directly at her pussy hole.
Another hard spank.
She whimpered.
He massaged her ass slowly, but rough and deep, less friction from the sweat on her skin.
He leaned in and bit her neck.
Her neck twitched and she moaned passionately.
Finally he inserted his cock and started slamming her again.
He lifted her… butt raised to the air, one cheek pinned to the bed, back arched in the middle.
Ass looking round and perky, accentuated by her curvy waist, forming a near-perfect heart shape.
He slapped her ass so hard it echoed in the room. And she moaned, heart pounding subtly. Pussy eagerly waiting for his cock.
But he didn't insert his cock just yet.
He stuck a finger deep inside her pussy and took it out.
He gasped as he lifted the finger to his mouth, licking off her creamy juices and letting out a gasp of satisfaction.
Then he took her ass in his mouth, eating it like he'd not had such a meal in a really long time.
She moaned continuously, jiggling her ass in his face. Eyes half closed, face and brain flushed, thinking about nothing but pleasure.
He bent her in half.
Pussy looking like one in a glory hole.
He fucked her so hard for nearly hours… until her pussy turned red, bruised and ruined.