“I said, out of the car, bitch!!” he shouted at her, “I don’t like repeating myself.” She turned her large brown doe eyes on him and said, “Please don’t kill…please…..I’ll do anything you want.” He reached in grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her out of the car. Shay was frightened and did the only thing she knew to do…..she screamed and tried to claw his face with her fingernails.
What happened next made her blood cold…..he started laughing, he was actually laughing. “Go ahead, scream your head off,” he yelled, “There’s not a person on this whole block who’s gonna hear you.” He still had her by the hair and savagely dragged her into the building and onto the old fashioned crate elevator. She kicked and screamed and fought the whole time until they were on the elevator and he let her go. She got as far away as she could possibly get from him.
The elevator stopped and he raised the doors and motioned for her to get out. When she didn’t move he grabbed her and pulled her off the elevator. She tried to fight but her feeble attempts were pathetic….but oddly arousing. He groaned as his engorged cock throbbed painfully. Soon…..very soon… he thought to himself. All of her previous acquiescence was gone…..this was going to be more fun than he thought.
He pulled her into a crushing embrace and tried to cover her mouth with his….just to get a little taste of her. Instead of finding the warm sweetness of her mouth, he got a sharp bite on his lower lip. He gave a grunt of pain and surprise; he reached up and touched his lip gingerly. He had blood on his fingertips. He looked at her and a horrible smile split his face. He advanced on her and gave a wicked back-handed slap to the face so hard Shay actually fell to her knees.
He kneeled down and turned her face so he could see it. She was crying and her lip was split and bleeding as well. “We can do this the hard way, you cock sucking bitch,” he yelled at her. Then he leaned down to her face and licked her bloodied lip. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and yanked her to her feet. He pulled her over to a work table covered with paints, palettes, brushes, paint-stained rags and all kinds of stuff.
He started knocking stuff savagely around…until he found exactly what he wanted….some rope…normally used when his canvases are being shipped, but tonight it would serve a very different purpose indeed!! He kept a mattress on the floor in his workshop because he often spent the night there, especially when inspiration would strike. He hauled her over to that mattress now and threw her down on her stomach. He quickly straddled her and wrestled both her arms behind her back.
She bucked, kicked, squirmed, and struggled beneath his weight, which only added to his intense arousal. He used the rope to bind her hands together. Once secure, he stood and turned her over…..well, she’s finally quit screaming, he thought smugly to himself. He went back over to his work table and thoroughly searched for the his box cutter that had a razor sharp blade. He walked back over to the mattress where Shay was still struggling against her bonds.
“Come here, my little bitch,” he said to her as he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her toward him. She aimed a kick at his head, but he was expecting it and deftly caught her foot in his other hand. “Tsk, tsk, if you continue behaving like this, I’m gonna have to punish you,” he said to her. He straddled her thighs and brought the box cutter up and waved in front of her face. He bent his head and set about to his ‘work’.
He cleanly sliced her shirt right up the middle, exposing a black lace bra holding the beautiful mounds of her breasts. She closed her eyes, afraid to see what would happen, and tensed her whole body. He pressed the blade against her skin and slid it under the bra and snipped it cleanly. Her perfect breasts were now free from restraint. He took a second to look at them…they were beautiful….firm, round, with brown nipples which were semi erect right now, and he guessed about a B cup.
He wrapped both hands around them and buried his face between them, licking the soft skin in the middle. He licked and sucked each of her nipples, rubbed his thumb against them and despite herself, Shay was truly enjoying the sensations that were coursing through her body. He smiled to himself as he took one of her erect nipples into his hot mouth and sucked it, flicked his tongue across, then gently he bit it.
She let out a soft moan, arched her back and said out loud “Harder….bite it harder.” He almost came in his pants right then!! Hearing her sexy voice begging him to hurt her….it was almost too much. He obliged by biting the nipple harder and harder until he could taste blood and she cried out from the pain.
He sat up and looked down on her…..her chest heaving, his spit still glistening on her nipples, the red raw bite mark on her left nipple, and the blood slowly welling up from the bite. He slid down to between her thighs. He traced the point of the blade from her throat, down between her breasts, down her stomach, to the top of her blue jeans. He deftly cut the button from her pants, slid them from her legs and tossed them to the floor beside the mattress.
She was absolutely perfect….he had never seen a more beautiful body….smooth, silky caramel colored skin….not a flaw on her….lean muscular tone….her dark hair sticking to her face….and all her well done artwork on her arms, back, and hips just set everything off. He ran his hands from her ankles up her calves, around the knees, up the thighs toward her hips. He grabbed her up and put her legs on either side of him and held her face very close to his.
“You’re enjoying this….aren’t you?” he softly said to her, “You like all the things I’m doin to ya….you beautiful, cunt whore.” He buried his face in her breasts again. She moaned softly and he gave a shudder as he felt her warm breath on his ear. She felt him tremble beneath her, but didn’t say anything. He snatched a handful of hair and pulled it sharply back, exposing her throat.
She gave a little scream from the sudden pain and he proceeded to kiss, bite, and lick the surface of her throat. “Bitch, you‘re in the fuck of your life,” he growled against her throat. He laid her back down on the mattress. He traced a path from her breasts down to her navel continuing to the crotch of black lace panties…..inhaling her sweet scent and feeling the dampness of her panties with his nose.
He took the blade and snipped both sides of her panties and yanking the fabric from her snatch. He was very pleased to find she kept her lovely snatch shaved clean. He traced a finger along her slit only to discover how soaking wet her cunt already was. He spread her pussy with his fingers and eagerly dove his tongue into her sweet, warm lovebox. He licked and sucked her clit until it was an engorged nub of sensitive flesh that poked between her shaven pussy lips.
He flicked his tongue in and out of her cunt, and then slid a finger into her with his tongue. She moaned, squirmed, and thrust her hips against his face….she was truly enjoying his skills as he orally pleased her. He returned his attention to her swollen clit and proceeded to finger fuck her with two fingers……man, she’s tight he thought to himself. He looked up at her from where he was sucking and teasing her clit….he watched her body writhe with pleasure.