I hear him before he's even inside the apartment. The rattling of the door knob, as he struggles with his key. It makes me laugh, and grab the collar from a drawer, and walk down the hall to meet him. Sent him so many filthy photos while he was at work. Teased him endlessly.
The door flings open, the creak my indication, as well as the thud of him dropping to his knees. A good dog.
But turning the corner to meet him, I see him on his hands and knees. Belt partially undone. Shirt half unbuttoned, shoes flung off to the side.
His eyes different. Hungry. Nose twitching, watching every move I could make. He starts crawling to me.
"Hey baby," He grumbles, "I liked those photos."
The way he speaks makes my stomach flip. Makes me ache. Makes me nervous in the best way.
"Hi special dog," I coo. But there's little confidence in my voice. I take a step back as he gets closer.
"I think you know that's not what I am.” Closer, closer.
Before I know he reaches out, for my waist. And the wall keeps me from slipping from his grasp. And my special dog has caved and made way for a beast in his skin. Ravenous, rough. Not a shred of doubt in his movements or mannerisms. Hes made of lust.
Undoing my belt, he skins his teeth into my thighs, biting harder when I cry out.
“Not so fun now that you can’t parade me around on a leash, huh?”
“I just, you’re, I didn’t expect this.”
“Didn’t expect what?” He grins, “Consequences?”
Hands working me, him on his knees, knowing my movements before I do them. Hand covering my mouth that he drags down before I realize.
Before his tongue meets my cock, he smiles at me, “It’s going to be a very very long night for you.”
