#dark!verse

     The moment you decided to create a Tinder account led you to all sorts of feelings. 

     As someone who had been busy with your final year of college, you never thought of engaging much in the relationships territory. With all these, you could only focus on finally graduating and obtaining a stable job. The idea that you were providing for yourself, without having to depend on a significant other, was fulfilling.

     It did not help further considering that most of your group of friends were just as hardworking as you. Peter Parker was one the closest and much more than just a good influence. Truly too good to be true.

     Nonetheless, you finally tried out those infamous dating applications you have been hearing. Despite warnings from your friends about how dangerous it can be, you were confident that you were smart enough to handle it.

     “You're still hung up on that app?” Peter interrupts alongside.

     The professor dismissed the class moments ago, and at least half of the people already exited the room. As always, Peter waited for you before heading for next subject.

     Admittedly, you were a bit caught up with your phone. Swiping left and right sounded boring, but for some reason you found it amusing how convenient it can be – the interaction and messages was a bonus. “So what if I am?”

     You lock your phone before Peter got to snoop further. Both your reflections could be seen amongst the black screen as you placed it on top of your other textbooks to be carried.

     “Any interaction online is dangerous,” he explains. “I thought you out of all people should know that, Y/N.”

     You roll your eyes at his remark. “You’re only a year older than me yet you sound like my dad. You know I’m already twenty-two, right?”

     “I’d hate to be the one to say I told you so when your world comes crashing down,” he consoles. 

     “Oh thats bullshit, Parker.” You could almost laugh at his sense of ridicule. “Like you said, I’m smart. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle online dating. Have faith in me, yeah?” 

     “Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” Peter nods, still beside as you walked along the hallway. “It’s not like you’re already going on a date with one of them, right.” His assumption comes off as a statement rather than a question.

     However, you stay quiet seeming as it was best to leave it unanswered.

     “Oh no, please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone already.” Peter looks back when you decided to stay a meter behind him to save you from the guilt.

     “It’s just a second date, it won’t harm me,” you defended. “Plus, he goes to the community college nearby.”      “What?! You two are already on your second date before you told me, or anyone of your friends?” You could understand where his temper was coming from, but in the end, it was none of their business.

     “I know, but I just thought it wasn’t a big deal. Besides this is about me and Jacob.”

     Fortunately enough, you and Peter have the same subject which was BioChemistry. This time, he followed you behind while you avoided his gaze. He waited until you took a seat along the second to the last row, and then taking his seat next to you.

     You look straight, facing the chalkboard displayed at the farther side of the room. Though you could not see Peter entirely, you could see his glowering look by the corner of your eye. “So his name his Jacob, huh, tell me more about him.”

     This was the reason why you could not update him, or any of your friends. You knew this would happen. They begin getting so nosy around your life before they even realize it.

     Surely, you did love your friends, much more the boy sitting next to you. They have been with you since freshman year, and you were more than grateful for one another’s support.

     “Peter, I don’t think that whatever I tell you would concern you,” you state clearly to avoid a dragging conversation. 

     “But we care about you, I care about you, Y/N.” He pouts, “The moment he tries to hurt you, you’ll run back to us and cry about it. I just want to skip seeing that part knowing I can’t see you heartbroken.”

     You furrow your eyebrows. His statement comes off as a bit acquisitive, but you knew that it was just his concern caught up in the moment. “That’s the problem. We all need to eventually fail or feel pain. It’s normal, especially for young adults like us, Peter!”

     There was a lot of things you wanted to say now. He trigged you somehow and now you’re at the edge of becoming a rambling mess. The worst part of it was that you were scared that you might say something that you would not be able to take back. 

     “Okay then I’ll–”

     “No look, I apologize for raising my voice.” You sighed to calm yourself down and compose your thoughts better. “You know I adore you so much, Peter. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this can’t be forever, I’ll eventually have to learn how to deal with these kinds of stuff.”

     You got through barely half of your day yet you could already feel the emotional turn of having an argument with one of your best friends. 

     And eventually, your professor entered the room. Barely giving the two of you a moment to continue the heated conversation just seconds ago. The displeased look on Peter’s face remained as he looked in front, acknowledging that both of you took lectures seriously. He wanted to pick up this argument at another setting. 

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     "Congrats to your first ever anniversary!” Your friends applaud just as Jacob was seated next to you.

     “We’re so proud of you.”

     “You two look so happy together!”

     “Both of you look amazing, practically perfect for each other.”

     “Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

     A year has passed, your group of friends remained even so with Peter. In addition, they learned to accept your boyfriend despite their doubts on online dating sites and applications.

     Just as they learned to trust your decisions more, you also learned way more about your significant other. Though despite your differences in fields, you learned to love him more than you thought you could.

     All of you have freshly graduated from college. Most of your friends did not have much planned so far; however, as your friendship with Peter remained, he grew to understand your feelings more and handled it sensitively.

     After your argument during your early days of dating Jacob, he eventually apologized for his behavior too. Though that was not the only time your friendship with him was put to a test. After the succeeding months, Peter still gave feint warnings and acted a bit overprotective when you tried telling him how you wanted to take your relationship to another level and get more serious.

     Nonetheless, you did not let any of your peers affect your view upon your relationship. Seeing that you were now at your first anniversary, you were happy that you followed what your heart and gut believed in.

     “To be honest we didn’t expect our Y/N to be getting into a relationship before we graduate, let alone celebrating her first anniversary!” Liz joked. “But in the end, just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”

     You smiled, looking at your friends who seemed to share the same feeling. After graduation, everything feels too good. It feels as if your life was falling into place.

     Not only have you gotten into a relationship with a kind guy. You also attained high ranks among the other students in your program, which led to companies offering you internships right off the bat. Rather than you worrying about where you’re heading to after college, you got the privilege to pick what you wanted to do.

     Surprisingly, you got an offer from the Stark Industries to become an internship on being their analytical chemist. It was the most tempting offer you got. Who would not accept an opportunity like that, right?

     When you learned that Peter also got an offer, you were more than happy for him. You knew he was one of the smartest persons in class and he deserved it just as you did.

     Both your contracts agreed that the internship starts a month from now which was just perfect, considering that you also have a few things to do prior to it.

     “Well, this girl also has a lot planned ahead,” you announce while catching the attention of your friends that were circled around you. “Me and Jacob were talking about moving in probably in his apartment by the end of the month.”

     Your intention was not to brag. Everyone could see how genuinely excited you were with such a big event. You were just so happy that despite what every one thought your relationship would end, you accepted whether the outcome would be good or bad. 

     Your friends cheered at you for taking a big step into your relationship. Looking back, you were so scared to accept the second date, but little by little you could not notice how much progress has been done.

     “I am so thankful for you guys.” You smiled and nodded at them before looking to your side where Jacob happily watched you interact with your friends. You slung your arm over his chest and planted a kiss directly at his lips.

     “We’re always here for you, Y/N,” Peter added along with a smile.

*

     Unbeknownst to you, just as your friends had left the celebration, you had big news yet to hear.

     As you drape your purse over one shoulder, your boyfriend assisted you out. He held one side of the door for you and walked after you. He held onto the side of your waist until both of you reached his car.

     Like the gentleman he is, he went over to the passenger side to open the car door for you before doing the same for himself at the driver’s side.

     When both of you were finally inside the car, Jacob had not started the car immediately. He paused with fingers gripping around the edges of the steering wheel.

     His sigh was just as evident, hearing it echo around the car which left chills across your skin as you looked at him. “You seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

     He avoided to look at you just as both of your hands reach for one of his. He lets you toy with his fingers yet his gaze still directs straight at the gas pedal. You lean further to catch a glimpse of him, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey, what’s bugging you, babe? I’m here to listen.”

     “I’m sorry,” he starts off. The puzzled look on your face apparent as to what he’s trying to apologize for.

     “What do you mean?”

     “I just don’t think you deserve to stay with someone like me.”

     His self-loathing was not settling your confusion in any way at all. “I still don’t get it.” You did have an assumption in mind, but you chose not to jump into it as it might flare up on what’s happening now.

     “I think we need to break up,” Jacob swiftly drops.

     Slowly, you pull back and rest your back against the window. You bring a hand up to brush the little fringes in front of your face. You were trying to comprehend everything that’s happening. “I don’t understand. Why so sudden?”

     “Don’t get the wrong idea, Y/N–”

     “Then what should I get?” Your voice starts to crack as you hold back the tears. “I don’t understand anything at all! You seemed so happy a couple of hours ago.”

     “That’s why I’m apologizing,” he softly explains. “You don’t deserve me, I’ve been so horrible to you–”

     “You have been so nice to me. I don’t know where you’re getting all of this, at all!” Eventually, tears could not help but form around the corners of your eyes.

     Jacob sighs, finally looking at you. “You deserve so much more than this, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     Finally, the tears began to spill. You covered both your eyes with your palms, trying to both hide and wipe them away. “Y-you can’t just break up with me after celebrating our first anniversary.”

     “I’m sorry–”      “Stop saying that,” you sniffed. You did not know what annoyed you more, hearing him apologize like a broken record or hearing him imply the ‘its not you, it’s me and you deserve more’ bullshit. “You’re too cruel.”

     “I’ll drive you to your house,” he offers. The look on his face seemed very guilty. You did not know what was behind these sudden turn of events, but either way you were heartbroken for how

     “No,” you stated. “Uhm, I have a friend who lives nearby. You can drop me off there.”

     “Okay.”

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     “That’s pretty much my night in a nutshell,” you sighed as Peter entered his room with a blanket and some clothes in hand.

     Your legs were cross-seated over his bed as your hid your face with your hands. Peter frowned as he walked over to the edge of his bed where you were positioned. “I just don’t understand why he dumped me all of a sudden, might I add, dumped me on our first anniversary!”

     You felt a hand over your back, rubbing slow and comforting strokes as you continued to cry. “Just as I thought I was getting to know him better.”

     It was emotionally crushing.

     “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

     “Well.” You look up at him despite knowing your nose eyes eyelids became swollen, “You can finally tell me that you told me so.”

     “That doesn’t matter right now.” His hands move to the ends of your hair, toying with the strands before turning half of his body aside. He reaches for a mug that situated on top of his nightstand, “Here. I brought you a cup of tea.”

     “Thanks, but I’m not really thirsty–”

     “Drink,” he calmly says. “You need to get hydrated after crying.”

     You could not argue with that. You’ve definitely lost a lot of water in your body after hours of just crying, without drinking anything. “You know me so well.” you told him and added, “I should’ve just listened to you when you warned me about strangers online.”

     “I guess I owe you an apology.”

     Peter chuckled at your statement and watched you as your lips slowly sipped at the heated tea he had just prepared. “No need to be sorry about anything now, I’m just glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

     “Don’t worry he didn’t physically touch me,” you assure as he nods.

     The adorable boy in front of you slyly looked down as he called for your name. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question?”

     “Of course, Peter.” 

     “Why’d you choose to stop by my place amongst our other friends.” 

     You finally finish the entire drink he had prepared. Before you could answer him, you extended your arm in order to set the fragile mug back on top of his bed side drawer.

     “Well for one, I still know where your place was, and it was closest from the restaurant,” you answered. “And conveniently enough, you were the first person I could think of after Jacob hurt my feelings.”

     “I could vividly remember your warnings just as I realized he was breaking up with me already. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or ashamed. What I do know was that you knew me too well, even before I became fully aware of it.”

     He smiled at your answer, and you gave the same look at him. “Well I’m glad you thought of me.” His hands reach over to yours and places them on top, feeling the warmth of his body over yours. “I would never want to hurt you, nor let you feel the pain Jacob gave you.”

     “You’re too sweet.” You smile.

     Your hands rubbed circles around your eyes first. Then you tried to lean in front, opening your arms wide signaling for a hug. Peter did not hesitate to hug you back, enveloping his arms while both of you rest your chins on top of each other’s shoulders.

     From this angle, you could strongly scent his cologne. However, that was not the only thing you could observe.

     As each second passes, you were not sure if you were the only one who could notice how hot the room was getting. Either that or that your skin was starting to burn up. “Peter?”

     “Don’t you think it’s getting hot–”

     As you were just about to react, you felt a pair of lips against yours. Peter had pulled back, and even when you could have realized it, he was pinning you down as your back presses against his bed.

     And as much as this was entirely contradicting your morals, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as one of your best friends continued to leave kisses down your neck. You were not entirely sure why your mind was doubting this, but your body was suddenly, badly craving for touch – and Peter was conveniently doing you the favor.

     “Don’t I think it’s getting what?” Peter sits up and teases just as he pulls his shirt over his shoulders.

     “Nothing,” you groan. “But I don’t think this is a good idea–”

     He shushes you, “Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah?

     His hands gently released heir grip around your wrists. He was confident enough that you wouldn’t fight back after finishing the drink he exclusively brewed for you.

     Your state of mind was perfectly right where he expected it to be. Just conscious enough to feel him against you, but incapable of thinking rationally. 

     He just hated how smart you were when it came to his friends and school; however, just as he expects, you were not as quick-witted when it came to relationships. 

     And hiring Jacob was definitely one of his greatest achievements so far. He lost a part of his savings along the way, but nothing could ever become as valuable as you. Now that you were in his room, let alone under his touch, he had the upper hand.

     Peter was not letting you go that easy afterwards.

     For now, he continues to leave kisses under your jaw while your hands lazily combs through the locks of his hair. He proudly hums against your skin after leaving gentle nibbles that started to leave evident love marks.

     One of his hands creep under your shirt, reaching to unhook your bra. As he successfully does, he moves to adjust your shirt over your breasts. He gets a good view of them even without having to pull it over your head, smirking to himself as this has been a fantasy he has been dreading for.

     “Fuck you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs. With one hand, he gently squeezes around one of your breasts just as he descends at your body.

     “Peter,” your moan comes from above his head just as he was ready to spread your legs.

     “Yeah, babe?”

     “C-condom,” you mumbled with eyelids partially open.

     He chuckled as a response, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

     Peter tried to test the waters first to make sure he was completely in control of this situation. He drags the tip of his fingers across your stomach, further narrowing the path down as it reached at the entrance of your cunt. 

     He could instantly sense how wet you have become throughout his teasing. Both his middle and ring finger grew damper as he inserted them inch by inch, slowly seeing them reappear. 

     The warmth radiating around your walls excites him more, assuming how good you would be while his cock was wrapped around it. He instinctively curls his fingers out of excitement, forgetting that he was trying to handle you gently.

     You react by tightening around it, along with a whine. 

     “Sorry, babe.”

     Moreover, he continues it up until he felt his erection grow harden than before. He made sure he was completely hard before finally dropping both your pants down, attending to yours first until you were completely naked – excluding the shirt he did not haul over your head.

     Next was his turn. He undid his shorts and threw them away ever so quickly. Then rushed to welcome himself between the space of your legs. “You ready for me, babe?” He did not leave a choice despite asking that either way. You remained helpless under him.

     “Hmm,” was your only response.

     Peter did not hesitate as he glides into you. He groans at your heat, grasping that you feel better now compared to when he was using his fingers. “Oh shit,” he groans while speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “you feel so good.”

     “That’s it, holy fuck.” He was surprised at how responsive your body was still. Despite drugging you to the extent of being mentally incapable, your body was contracting all over him as if it was enjoying itself. 

     He continued to praise your body even if you could not understand what he was saying. The entire event revolved around him fucking you and leaving sweet remarks as if he was your boyfriend – and not, at all, a friend who laced your drink and made you believe you were somewhere safe.

     Though Peter did say he was going to care for you. Ironically, it was obvious that all he can think about now is chasing his orgasm and nutting inside you. After all, it was one of his dark and twisted fantasies – to have full control over you, at least.

     There were few moans coming from you, but the happy noises being created by Peter overpowers. With all of this, sexual, tension he finally got to release, it was expected that he was going to cum sooner.

     “Fuck,” and other swears came from him. “Didn’t expect to cum so soon.”

     As he did not care about your take on this, he also did not give a fuck when he was planning to cum inside you. Since he purposely avoided to wear any kind of protection, let alone learn if you were in any kind of birth control, anyone in their right mind would know what could happen the morning after.

     Willfully, he made sure to go deeper inside you until he could feel the tip of his cock twitch as a sign that he was going to cum. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah,” he grunts as if you were going to reply. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”

     Even so, when Peter finally felt his release, he took a good look at you beneath. You seemed hot and bothered, but not as him. Your chest was heaving all the while he could feel the speed of the beating of his heart.

     When he steadily pulls out, the awaited moment of his deep, dark fantasies finally arise. He could clearly see his own cum beautifully spilling out of your cunt like a cream pie. He could almost feel himself get turned on just at the sigh of it, but he considered that round two’s with you would be saved for next time.

     “Peter?”      “Hmm?”

     “I still feel hot,” you purr. 

     Peter extends his arm to gently place the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling how feverish your body still was. There were few hints of sweat streaming from your forehead. “Let me take care of you, I’ll just run you a bath, okay?”

     You childishly smile and agree with him, “O-okay.” He pulls back to be able to properly stand and proceeds to head to his shower with a huge smile from his face.

It took longer than Steve wanted to reach his cabin but at long last he finally turned onto the dirt road that made up the last two or so miles to the house. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as you stared out at the dense forest, a hint of nervousness starting to screen in. In a sick way Steve was glad that you were finally starting to realise how vulnerable you were now. 

It had been almost too easy for Steve to convince you to trust him and he couldn’t wait to shatter that trust. To show you the monster that had been lurking in plain sight. 

When he finally eased the car to a complete stop, he allowed himself one last glance back at you. It wouldn’t be the last time he would be seeing you but it would be the last time you would look at him with that level of trust in your eyes. At least, for a while. 

Steve had no doubt that if he kept you here for long enough, you would eventually cave to him. Although, none of the others had lasted long enough for that…

It was rare for anyone to catch his eye for long enough for Steve to bring them here. And the few that had, quickly learnt that Steve was not the epitome of patience that the media often portrayed him as. 

Steve shrugged those memories away. They were the past and he was here with you now. He was certain you wouldn’t disappoint him like the others had. You wouldn’t end up like they had. 

He gave you one last smile before opening his door. The cool autumn air hinted at the fast approaching winter and he saw you shiver as he carried your bags up to the front door. 

‘This is home sweet home. There are various safety measures around the place but you don’t really need to worry about all that. All I want you to concern yourself with is settling in. I want you to like it here as much as I do. After all, it is your new home.’ His words sent a wave of confusion through you.

‘For the next few weeks at least.’ You corrected him with a smile as you gazed around the mud room, completely missing the flash of anger that momentarily took a hold of Steve's features. 

‘Right. Well, it could take some time to catch whoever fucked you.’ You gasped at his vulgar language, turning to face him. 

‘That’s not the word I would have used.’ 

Steve merely shrugged away your chastisement and gestured to the hallway. ‘Let me show you to the bedroom. You followed as he led the way past the dining room and then the kitchen. Just by the door to the kitchen you saw another, one that held a flight of dark stairs, presumably to a basement of sorts. You were glad to not be sleeping down there. 

When Steve nudged the bedroom door open you were surprised by how lived in the room looked. You would have thought a safe house would have a sort of desolate feel to it, but not this one. It almost had a sort of homey feel to it. 

You expected Steve to just dump your bags down on the bed and then disappear off to wherever he would be sleeping but instead, he closed the door behind him and you heard a faint click of a lock. You whipped around to face him, about to ask why he’d locked the door but the words died in your throat as you caught sight of his darkened eyes. 

‘Steve…’ Your voice was timid, taken aback by the abrupt change in him and all too aware of just how alone you were now. ‘What are you doing?’

‘What I’ve been waiting to do for months.’ His voice was deeper than usual and your throat felt tight as he shrugged out of his jacket. It was only when he turned to hang it up in the closet did you realise why the cabin had such a homey feel to it. It had that feeling because it was a home. His home.

‘I- I don’t understand. What do you mean “what you’ve wanted to do for months?”’

‘I mean I’ve been watching you. Waiting for this moment. Patiently biding my time until I had you completely at my mercy.’ He started closing the distance between your bodies and with every step he took, you took one backwards. ‘You know, it’s kind of funny. I knew from the first moment I saw you that I would have you, but I didn’t realise until last night that I wouldn’t be satisfied with just a one off occurrence. You’re better than that, you deserve more.’ 

The back of your legs hit the foot of the bed and you stumbled back onto it, trying to crawl away as the realisation sunk into you. ‘Last night? That - that was you?’ Your voice was merely a whisper but in the silence of the cabin there was no doubt he heard you. 

‘Of course it was me. Why else do you think I made sure I was the first one to find you this morning? Getting you here would’ve been a little harder if you had gotten the authorities involved.’

‘You had no intention of ever helping me. Then why…’

‘Make you get the sperm for a DNA test?’ He finished your question for you, a twisted smirk on his lips. ‘That, I admit, was purely for my own entertainment. Plus I wanted to see your perfect little cunt again.’

‘So what? You just took me here for… for what?’ Panic was truly starting to set in as he revealed what a monster he really was. 

‘Isn’t it obvious? I want you. I wasn’t content with just one night. I want more. So I brought you here, miles away from the nearest residential area. You can scream as loud as you like but no one will ever hear you. You can try to escape me but I will catch up before you even make it off the property. You’re mine to do with a I please now.’ 

His words sent a shiver down your spine and you didn’t doubt that he meant every single one of them, yet there was a part of you that refused to give up hope. This had to all be a dream. Some sick, twisted nightmare. 

You hadn't seen him move but suddenly you were pushed onto your back and his arms were on either side of you, caging you in. ‘So go ahead.’ His lips brushed your own as he breathed the words. ‘Do it. Scream for me.’ 

His words were your only warning before his hands met the straps of your tank top and abruptly tore it away from your body. Your arms came up, trying to shield yourself from him but he swiftly gathered your wrists in his hand and pinned them above your head. 

You thrashed your hips wildly, trying to buck him off of you to no avail. Instead, he slipped his spare forefinger down along your sternum and hooked it underneath your bra. With one last devious smirk down at you, he pulled it away. 

It hurt as it tore around your chest, leaving you completely bare to him. ‘That’s much better isn’t it?’ His eyes danced along your breasts as he spoke, completely enraptured by them for the time being. 

You thrashed even more wildly, your desperation kicking up a notch as his hand slipped along your stomach and down to the waistband of your pants. He deftly undid the button to your jeans and then the fly. He used your own movement to aid him in pulling the denim and your modest panties down and away from your legs. 

You breathed in his own breath as his fingers forced their way between your thighs. ‘Well… Look at this.’ He pulled his hand back so you could see the glistening fingers. ‘I knew you were different. You want it. You want me.’ You tried to speak, to deny his claims but he interrupted before you even had the chance. ‘Don’t bother with whatever falsity you’re trying to say. Those gorgeous lips can lie to me but your body can’t.’ With that he shoved his hand back between your thighs and started playing with the slick he had found there. 

You wanted to hate it, and you did to an extent. Yet, there was a small part of you that couldn’t ignore the growing fire that his fingers had ignited. ‘Stop it please. Steve. Stop.’ Your commands were pitiful even to your own ears. 

‘You and I both know you don’t mean that Baby.’ You shuddered at the pet name yet your denial was caught in your throat as his fingers found your clit. An involuntary gasp fell from your lips and it was all the invitation that Steve needed to lean down and slide his tongue into your open mouth. 

You recoiled at the unfamiliar feeling but no matter how hard though tried to shove him off, he was too strong. He remained stuck, on top of you, the only barrier was his arm leading down to your cunt where he continued to draw out moan after moan from your lips. 

‘That’s it Baby. Just give in to me. Isn’t it so much easier? To just give in to what your body so desperately needs?’ His words were mumbled against your lips and you tried to speak out, only for another moan to betray your mind. 

His hand had shifted slightly, and suddenly there was a finger poking at your entrance as his palm continued to brush against your bundle of nerves. You were unable to do anything but lie there and take it as his finger easily slid into your channel. 

No sooner than he had one finger inside you did he add a second and then a third. ‘God, you’re so fuckin’ wet. So tight. I can’t wait to see you take my cock again.’ His words should have repulsed you but instead they furthered your own excitement. Your thighs clenching desperately around his hand. ‘Oh you like that do you? Me talking dirty? Reminding you that your best feature will always be right here?’ His hand drew back and lightly slapped your swollen lips. ‘This hole. This cunt. It’s fucking marvellous.’ Your eyes squeezed shut on their own accord as his fingers brushed against that spot inside you. 

You were repulsed by your body's reaction. The coil inside your gut grew tighter and tighter with every ministration of his. You longed for him to get off of you yet you also longed for him. Your body and mind were at war with one another but not for long. Your body claimed a swift victory.as your orgasm approached and continued to wash over you, from the tips of your toes to your muddled mind. 

Wave after wave of pleasure consumed you, making its way over your body as your walls pulsed around his fingers. 

‘That’s a good girl. Just give in. I can give you this and so much more.’ You were in such a daze as he spoke that you didn’t even realise his body briefly leaving yours as he hastily shoved his hands down his thighs and his shirt falling to the floor nearby. Just as quickly as his body had left yours, it returned. 

He apparently didn’t think you needed restraining anymore and you hated how his assumption was correct. You were in no state to fight back anymore and you questioned if you even wanted to. You felt his hand lightly brush against your sensitive lips before there was a poking sensation. You gasped as he pushed his way into you. Your groin was already sore from the night before and now you truly knew why. You didn’t have to be able to fully see him to know Steve was just as big down there as he was everywhere else. 

It felt as though he were splitting you open and you tried to shove him off once more, unable to bear with the pain. Your attempts were futile as your hands were merely met with a wall of smooth muscle. ‘I know baby. I know it hurts but - fuck. I’ll make it feel better. I’ll make it all feel better.’ You took little reassurance from his words as he began thrusting, slowly pulling out inch by inch before forcing his way back in. 

His slow pace was torturous. Despite the pain, your body wanted more and it wanted it now. On their own accord, hips slightly lifted up to meet his, trying to invite him further in and Steve needed no further prompting. His pace shifted drastically, his hips now pummelling into yours over and over again. ‘I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me. You put up a good fight but now that you have a cock. In you, you’re just a mindless little fuck doll aren’t you?’ When you couldn’t respond his hand lightly slapped your cheek, gripping it tightly. ‘Aren’t you?’ 

You gasped out a meaner ‘yes’. And watched as his smile grew. 

‘And whose fuck doll are you?’ His words alone were menacing enough and you needed no further prompting to answer him this time. 

‘Yours. Steve… I’m yours.’ The words were out of your lips before you had truly had the chance to process what you were saying. 

‘That’;s right Baby. You’re all mine.’ His thrusts paused only briefly as he placed his feet back on the ground and pulled your ass towards the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands gripped your thighs harshly, no doubt leaving a myriad of bruises in their wake. He used his new position to push even further in than you thought possible. How could he reach this far inside you? His gaze was directed down at where your bodies met with the sound of clapping flesh. 

‘See that Baby? See how well your body takes me? How deep I am inside you, basically in your womb?’ His words terrified you but there was a part of you that longed for me. ‘See this right here?’ His finger tapped your abdomen and you could see what he meant as he moved. Even through all the layers of fat, muscle and skin you could still see the bulbous head of his cock as he speared into you. ‘You were made for this. For me.’

You shredded as he hand moved down from your stomach and back to your clit. You didn’t want to want his fingers or any part of him for that matter, yet your body continued to betray you, a mewl falling from your lips as he flicked your clit. 

The coil which you had been denying grew tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. You could tell Steve had realised how closer you were as you felt him pull back, his pace slowing ever so slightly. He had drawn you tantalisingly close to the edge and yet refused to push you over. You hated the way your eyes met his, large and doe like, silently begging for more. 

‘You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to cum Baby. I wanna hear you beg for me. For my cock.’ You shook your head back and forth, determined not to cave. All this earned you was a humourless laugh. ‘Let me make this real simple for you Baby. You can either beg for me like a good girl or I can simply stop giving a fuck about your pleasure.’ As though to emphasise his words he let his fingers cease their dance along your clit, causing a whimper to fall from your lips. ‘It’s really up to you. But dildo make your mind up quickly, I’m not feeling very patient.’

Five thrusts. That was all it took for your resolve to crumble and for the words to start tumbling from your lips. ‘Please. Please Steve. Let me cum. I need it.’ 

‘Oh Baby, you and I both know you can do better.’ His words mocked you as his slow pace drove you crazy. 

You swallowed down your pride as you prepared to say your next words. ‘I need you Steve. You’re-’ You were cut off by the sudden fierceness of his thrusts, once again bringing you back to the edge. There was a warning look in his eye as he gazed down at you to keep going with your begging however. ‘You’re the only one. The only one who can give me what I want. What I need.’ Your words which he had clearly so longed to hear sent him over the edge as he collapsed on top of you, grinding his hips against you as he pumped you full of his cum. You hated how the feeling of him coating your walls was what did you in, triggering your own desperate release. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing as your body tried to lock him into place. 

The time it took for Steve to recover truly said a great deal about how much he had wanted this. How own breaths were laboured as he lay unmoving on top of you, his forehead pressed against your own, forcing you to breathe in his air. 

‘God Baby,. That was even better than last night. So much better. I think I… I need a little break before round two. Maybe next time you could do all the work and ride me like how you ride that little dildo of yours hmmm?’ His words were hazy but the force with  which he lifted you up from the edge of the bed and moved so that he lay with his head against the pillow, his cock not once slipping out of you was astonishing. His arms locked around your waist, holding you in place as he yawned. ‘Maybe you could wake me up after my little nap like that? I don’t think there's any better way to be woken up.’ 

His azure eyes closed and you dreaded the next time you would see them once more. 

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It made you laugh to think about. Those old late night commercials you didn’t understand as a child. In the era of webcams and smartphones, you hadn’t thought the old lines still existed. But they did and the work was lucrative. 

It was mostly old men hiding their nocturnal indulgences from aging wives. As close to an affair as they could stomach, easily justified in their minds as only a disembodied voice in their ear. That’s all they were to you. A desperate voice paying for your time; for the little chime you put on to feed the fantasy. So unlike your usual deadpan that none would guess it was you should they chance to overhear.

That night, you laid out a full five hours for your work. You usually only did two or three hours at a time but you wanted to take a vacation in the new year. You had a glass of water to keep you from losing your voice and the script you kept on hand for your calls. You held the phone lazily to your ear and listened to the lurid sounds of a sneaky husband pleasuring himself to your lies.

“Oh baby, you’re going to make me cum. You’re so dirty,” He rasped through heavy breaths. You moaned daintily in return as you scrolled through your emails. “Where do you want me to cum, baby?”

“Wherever you like, sweetie,” You returned as you dragged several items over to the junk folder. “How about my face? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-ugh-uh, oh god.” He sputtered from the other end.

“Come on, sweetie, that’s it,” You purred. “Mmm, cum on my face. Yes.”

You listened to the pathetic grunts that betrayed his release. He lasted about a minute longer than usual. You recognized his voice, his little routine. He knew you as Roxy, you knew him as Tony. He might just be dumb enough to have given his real name. Whatever. He panted into the speaker.

“Was that good, sweetie?” You asked. 

“Very good,” He breathed. “Roxy, baby, that was...hot.”

“It was. I’m so tired, sweetie,” You went over your script, barely needing to refer to the scribbles on the sheet. “Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m spent,” He said. “Can I call you again?”

“Of course, sweetie. Just ask for me.” You assured him and turned away from your laptop. “Good night, Tony.”

“Night, baby,” He echoed. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

He hung up and you set down your phone. You took a sip of water as you waited for it to ring again. Barely thirty seconds before it did. You were almost a dozen calls in for the night. The men got themselves so worked up that once they had the scene set, they rarely lasted more than a couple minutes. You were numb and vaguely amused by their desperation.

“How are you tonight, sweetie?” You laid back on the couch as you answered. 

Silence. You waited a moment. You could hear subtle breathing on the other end.

“You don’t need to be shy, hun.” You cooed. No response. “I’m Roxy. Why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie?”

You waited again. You heard a sigh and then the caller cleared his throat. “James.”

“James, that’s sexy.” You were almost unsettled by the tension on the line. You’d gotten over any awkwardness months ago. “How are you doing?”

“I…” He began and his voice fizzled off. 

He sounded younger than many of your callers. Most of your clientele were close to retirement, if not already. Online services catered to those younger generations of sex fiends. 

“Lonely, I guess.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing you called, hun. I can keep you company.” You slithered. “We can spend the night together, hmm?”

“Yeah…” He trailed off again. Silence. You, for once, were speechless. You reached for your script but none of it seemed right. “I’m sorry.” His voice drew you back. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t...I called because...I don’t know.”

“Sweetie, it’s okay. Just relax.” You coaxed. “You don’t have to be shy.” You slowly leaned back against the couch, your legs stretched over the cushions. “Just tell me what you wanna do?”

“What I wanna do?” He echoed.

“Yeah. If you were here with me, what would you do to me?” 

Another pause. Heavy breath. “Are you naked?”

“Yes,” You lied.

“No, you’re not.” He insisted.

“How do you know that, hun?”

“You’re not a very good liar.” He returned. 

“Do you want me naked then?” You asked. Your heart plucked. There was something about his tone, about his certainty, that unsettled you.

“Yes,” He said quickly. “Undress.”

“Just a second, sweetie,” You set down the phone. You wondered for a moment if you should fake it but shrugged it off. You stood and slipped out of your loose tee and panties.

Why were you going along with this? He couldn’t see you. He wouldn’t know. But he had. He wasn’t as gullible as the rest. Why would he call if he was so hesitant? You were confused but took the phone and sat back down.

“I’m naked, sweetie,” You confirmed as you crossed your legs.

“Good,” His tone was deeper now. He was getting into it. “Are you wet?”

You blanched. Your lip trembled as you spoke. “Yes.”

“Don’t lie.” He warned. “I told you, you’re bad at it.”

You gulped. “No.”

“Good girl.” He said and your heart pumped faster. “Tell the truth and do what you’re told.”

“Okay, hun.” You replied.

“Call me sergeant.” He corrected. “Or sir, not sweetie.”

“Yes, sergeant,” You almost whispered, shocked by his sudden change. From nervous and hesitant to overpowering. 

“Good,” He praised again. “Are you sitting?”

“Yes, sir,” You answered diligently.

“Mm-hmm, and your legs? Crossed, aren’t they?”

“How--”

“I can hear how tense you are, Roxy,” His use of your fake name gave you chills. “It’s okay. Just relax.” He repeated, if not mocked, your earlier words. “All you have to do is listen.”

You gripped the phone tighter, your hand sweaty and stiff. “Um...okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, sergeant.”

“Good, good,” He said. “Just like that, you understand?”

“Yes, sergeant.”

“Open your legs,” He ordered. “Tell me when they’re open.”

You slowly uncrossed your legs and parted them. The cool air of the room grazed your bare pussy. “My legs are open, sir.”

“Good,” He intoned. “Now, touch yourself.”

“Yes, sergeant.” You replied. Your body was buzzing. You were stunned. You never reacted to intensely to a caller. Sure, you had some who were kinky and into some odd fetishes, but never any so...intriguing.

“Tell me everything; what your doing, what your feeling, what you want.” He urged. “Don’t leave anything out.”

You paused and didn’t move. “My fingers are on my clit.”

“No, they’re not,” He interjected. “I told you not to lie.”

You sighed and dragged your hand over your thigh. Your fingers hovered over your pussy and adjusted the phone in your other hand. You pressed your index and middle fingers between your lips and grazed your clit. To your surprise, you were wet and already a little swollen.

“I--I’m touching myself now.” You said thinly. 

“Tell me,” He prodded.

“It’s sensitive. My clit...I’m wet and I’m rubbing it.”

“More.”

“It feels good to rub it. Hot but cold at the same time. I’m getting wetter. I’m sliding my fingers down along my pussy. Now back up. Spreading the…” You gulped. “I’m really wet and I’m playing with my clit again.”

“Mmmmm.”

“I…” Your breath hitched. “I…”

“You’re going to cum already, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes. “Yes, sir,” You admitted. Ashamed and surprised. You never got aroused with your customers and even in personal situations, you never piqued so quickly. “Yes, I can feel it.”

“Then cum.”

You moaned. Not a fake moan, but a real one. Long and drawn out as your fingers worked of their own volition. Reaching for the pleasure that dangled just before you. You let your head fall back and your voice rose higher.

“Remember to tell me, Roxy.”

“I…” You gasped and swirled your fingers faster and faster. “I’m cumm--cumming.” Your thighs tensed and your back arched. You rubbed yourself until your body spasmed as you struggled to keep the phone to your ear. “Oh, oh, I’m cumming, sergeant.”

You continued to mewl and moan until you were out of breath and your bud was too sensitive to touch. Your hand fell to your thigh as you panted into the speaker. Silence.

“Hello?” You said.

“I’m here,” He assured you. “Just listening. Admiring.”

“Admiring?”

“Yes. You sound so vulnerable when you cum. So weak.” He snarled. “You sound like you.”

Your heart raced and you touched your chest as you fought to catch your still fervent breath. His words set ice in your veins.

“Did you cum, sw--sergeant?”

“You don’t ask the questions, Roxy.” He replied. “You do as I say, right?”

“Yes, sergeant.” You wisped.

“Good girl,” He said. “Now, I want you to do it again. This time, inside…”

Your phone rang. You readied yourself for another night of calls. Lately, these nights had grown tiring, restless even. He called every time you were active. Sometimes the first,  sometimes the last, always for more than an hour. 

He gave his orders and you listened. Mostly he was silent as you came for him. There was no faking it. Every time you tried, he knew. And when he caught you out, it was worse. You suspected it added time to the session. He tallied your sins against you. Made you act them out.

“How are you tonight, sweetie?” You rang your usual greeting. You knew it was him by the silence. “Sergeant?”

“Roxy,” He answered sternly. You waited for his first order. It never came.

“Sergeant, should I---I’m not naked.”

“That’s fine.” He grumbled. “What are you wearing?”

“A tee shirt. Blue. And some pajama shorts. Um, red plaid.” You looked down at yourself.

He paused again. “You didn’t lie this time.”

“No.” You confirmed. The line buzzed awkwardly. “Should I undress?”

“I’ll tell you what I want.” He said. He sounded angry. It made you nervous.

“Yes, sergeant.”

You heard his breath as he thought. You waited. Your heartbeat pounded in the silence.

“Tell me about the other men.”

“What?” 

“The other men who call.” He growled. “You don’t think I’m stupid, do you?”

“No, sergeant.”

“So tell me?” He urged. “What do they say? What do they do? Do you make them cum?”

“I…” You stood nervously and crossed an arm over your chest. “They do most of the talking, I guess. I can hear them touching themselves, panting. I imagine they’re hiding from their wives somewhere. Or they’re at their offices. Wife can’t catch them there.”

“Do they cum?” He asked again.

“Yes.”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you cum for them?”

“No, I don’t...I lie to them. I don’t touch myself for them.” You confessed.

“Only me?” He wondered.

“Yes, sergeant.” You replied as you began to pace. “Only you.”

“And...do you think that I touch myself?”

“I...I don’t know.” You turned and paced back in front of the couch. “I never...You never said.”

“Sit.” He demanded. “Relax. I can hear you fidgeting over there. So sit.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just sit.” He said. You did as he bid.

“What do you want me to do, sir?”

“I want you to stop trying to figure me out.” He retorted. “Stop trying to lead the conversation. Just sit.”

“I am sitting.” You insisted.

“Does it disappoint you to know that I don’t touch myself?” He asked.

You didn’t know what to say? Did it matter if he did or not? 

“Answer me, Roxy.”

“I don’t know. I never thought of it.”

“So think about it and tell me,” He continued. “When you think of me touching myself, does it make you wet?”

You licked your lips. Your mouth was dry. You reached for your water and drank. “Yes,” You admitted.

“Good girl.” He cooed. “I want to tell you something, so you have to listen. Don’t say anything, just listen.”

“Yes, sergeant.”

He was silent again. You heard him sigh and a stir on the other end. Then his voice pierced the lull.

“I’m hard.” He stated evenly. “For the first time in years, I’m sitting here, and I’m hard. I’m so hard it hurts.” He shuddered and you clamped your lips shut. “Girl after girl, I’ve taken them home and I couldn’t fucking get it up. Too much pressure, too much...I don’t even know. 

“But I couldn’t get fucking hard and then they’d say it was fine, they’d lie, but I’d see the pity in their eyes. They were repulsed and so was I, so I chased them out. Angry at them, at myself.” He growled darkly. “I had to get them away before I hurt them because I wanted to. I wanted to punish them for not getting me hard. Punish them for my own inadequacy.”

“Sergeant--”

“What did I say, Roxy?”

“Don’t say anything.”

“That’s right. So…” He waited and you didn’t answer. “Good girl. I won’t warn you again.” You crossed your arm protectively over your chest and listened. “I didn’t. I never touched them. They left and I sat by myself. Restless.

“I called you because I thought, I don’t know, maybe if I didn’t have to look you in the eye, it’d be easier. And it was. There were other girls before you, but they didn’t listen. I hung up and tried again. Until I got you.

“It was just something to do. Listening to you cum, feeling the thrill of my power over you. How eagerly you obeyed. Still, nothing. Soft. Then, I started thinking of you when we weren’t on the phone. What do you look like? Where do you live? Who are you? How’d you end up talking to losers on the phone while they stroke their pathetic dicks?

“Remember, I don’t want you to answer, Roxy.” He seemed to sense your voice before it could rise entirely. “I want you to listen.” You nodded and said nothing. “Good.” You listened as he moved around and chewed your thumb. 

“I’m touching myself now.” He rasped. “I have been. This whole time I’ve been touching myself. It’s you Roxy. All because of you. You can speak now. Are you wet?”

Your eyes rounded and you pulled your hand away from your mouth. “Yes, sergeant.”

“If I was there,” His voice was strained. “Would you let me fuck you?”

Your chest tightened. Your flesh felt hot and you let your hand fall between your legs, just above your clit. “Yes, sergeant.”

“Mmm, fuck,” He groaned. “I just wanna feel my hand around your throat. Watch your eyes water as I squeeze. For a moment...you think I’m not going to stop.” You blinked as your fingers dipped between your folds. You flicked over your clit once and paused. 

“I’m pounding into you and you can’t stop me. Even if you wanted to. I’m too strong and if you tried, I’d only fuck you harder. Hold you down until you’re barely conscious, my fingers choking the life from you as I fuck you senseless.”

You bit down on the edge of your tongue. Your arousal turned to fear as his voice turned gristly and his words sank in like knives.

“And if you pass out, I wouldn’t stop. I’d just keep fucking you. Using you like the slut you act like.” He continued. “You pretend you don’t but I know you get off on it. On stringing these men along, listening to them playing with their tiny dicks. You feel powerful because they need you.”

He hissed and you sensed him getting close. “But you’re nothing to me. Just a doll to be bent to my will; to my needs.” He grunted. “You wouldn’t fight long, no. You’d be begging me…” He stuttered, “To fuck you over and---over. Shit.”

He moaned and swore again. He came as you sat stunned. At him. At yourself. At the heat still building in your core, aching for release. You shivered and stared blankly at the wall.

“Tell me your real name.” He panted.

“I can’t.” You said in a small voice. Your facade fell. You could no longer muster the singsong inflection.

“Tell me,” He insisted. “Now.”

You lowered your head and whispered your name. Your hand shook as you listened to his breath slow on the other end. He repeated your name back.

“Thank you.” He said softly and the line died.

Your head shot up and you stared at your phone in shock. He hung up. You gaped at the phone and dropped it onto the couch cushion. Was that it? Your lashes fluttered as you sunk into the sofa. You couldn’t figure out if you wanted him to call again or not.

It was your day off. Well, you decided it was. You were on edge lately and you just needed a day to unwind. Sleep in, go shopping, have a fancy coffee before you went home. Just a laid back staycation as you tried to clear your mind.

It was hard to forget though. You had been trying to since the last phone call. Odds are he wouldn’t call back. It had been over a week. James, or sergeant, whatever he called himself, had gotten what he wanted and now you could go on as before. Ambivalent and apathetic.

Yet, it wasn’t that simple. You sat at a small table in the corner of the cafe, a mocha steamed in front of you, and you thought. At first, you contemplated whether or not you really needed that fuzzy throw for your couch. Then your mind quickly strayed. And you thought of him again. The voice that loomed over you. Faceless, frighteningly unknown.

You sipped from your whipped mocha and picked at the edge of the table. Stop. Think about something else. You were supposed to be relaxing. This was supposed to be respite. You were too in your head.

You set your cup down and sighed. Maybe it was time to go back to a real job. Office work wasn’t so bad. At least it had a routine. At least there were other people around. People you knew, people who had a name, a face. You traced the line of your palm as you mulled over a possible return to the white-collar way.

The sound of porcelain on wood cleared your vision. You looked up at the shadow before. The broad figure surprised you. You didn’t recognize the stranger at your table. You could only watch as he pulled out the other chair and sat across from you. He shifted the mug closer to him as he pushed his shoulders back.

“You don’t look like I imagined,” His voice startled you. You knew it. “Not in a bad way though.”

“Excuse me?” You gasped. “Do I know you?”

“Oh come on, let’s not play this game. We both know who I am.” He smirked and lifted his mug to blow on his coffee. Still hot, he lowered it again. “Sorry I haven’t called.”

“How did you--” You shoved your hands under the table to hide their trembling. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t. The phone line encrypts its employees numbers but it’s the most basic level security. Nothing so complicated as a terrorist or government organization. Easy enough to track if one knows how to bypass it.” He shrugged. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed a face for the name.” He squinted at you and smirked. “I’m sure you felt the same.”

“No,” You gulped. “No, I don’t--” You pushed yourself to your feet and reached for your jacket. “Please, leave me alone.”

“Sit.” He said calmly. “I don’t want to chase you out of here and if I have to, you’ll be much worse off.”

You stopped as you shoved your arm in your jacket and gaped at him. “What?” His smirk fell and he took a drink of his coffee. 

“Sit down,” He repeated as he placed his mug back on the table. “Finish your drink.”

You looked around. Three baristas, a dozen patrons, you could make quite the scene.

“I dare you.” He challenged. “I’ll leave, sure, but I can just find you again. Hell, I’ve been following you all day and you never even noticed.”

“Following me?”

“Sit. You know I don’t like to repeat myself.” He warned.

You let your jacket slip back down your arm and sat with it in your lap. You stared at him dumbly. “What do you want?”

He shook his head and laughed. “I don’t answer your questions, girl.”

“Please, don’t do this.” You pleaded. “James, you’re scaring me.”

He gripped the mug and leaned in. “What did you call me?”

You reeled and hugged your jacket fearfully. “S-sergeant,” You sputtered. “Sorry.”

“Good girl,” He sat back. “Now, finish your drink.” He ran his gloved thumb along the handle of his mug. “There are things we need to discuss in private.”

When you finished, James took your mugs and set them on the counter. He returned to the table and waited silently for you to stand. He took your jacket from you and helped you into it. You let him and followed him out of the small cafe.

“I parked just down the street,” He gestured for your to walk next to him. He didn’t touch you. “I’ll give you a ride and we can talk.”

“Please, I’m scared.” You begged. 

“Why?” He stopped beside a dark blue car and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He unlocked the doors with a click. “Have I hurt you?”

“No but…” You blinked at him. 

“I’m offering you a ride. That’s rather nice, isn’t it?”

“I can take the train.”

“You can get in the car,” His said. “Stop spitting in the face of kindness.” You stared at him and your lips quivered as he glared back. He reached behind him and opened the car door. “In,” He waved to the seat.

You stepped forward and ducked into the car. He closed the door as you pulled your purse into your lap. He rounded the car and climbed in next to you. You were silent as he turned the engine and pulled out into the street. When he reached the first corner, your heart leaped.

“You don’t know where I live.” You breathed.

“I don’t?” He wondered. “I know a lot more about you than you think.”

“You said you wanted to talk,” You tried to stay calm.

“We’ve done a lot of that already,” He kept his eyes on the road. 

You looked over at him, for the first time really seeing him. He had a plain black cap pulled over his dark hair, a trimmed beard along his defined jaw, two deep set blue eyes above his squared cheekbones. He was handsome despite his intent.

“You said we’d only talk.”

“Did I?” He smirked. “I said we need to discuss some stuff in private. I didn’t say that was all.”

“Please,” You grabbed the door handle and the locks clicked. “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you not to ask questions.”

“It was just phone calls. I was just doing my job.”

“Your job is to lie to lonely men. You did more than that, girl.”

“I did my job.”

“No, you did this.” 

He reached over and grabbed your hand. He wrestled with you as he steered with one arm. He was strong and easily stretched your arm across the console. He shoved your hand into his crotch and you felt his erection against his jeans.

“You feel that? That’s all you, girl.”

“Stop,” You sobbed as you tried to pull back. He was so strong. Too strong. “It’s not real. It’s just...fantasy.”

“It feels fucking real to me,” He squeezed your wrist painfully tight. “Now sit still and stop whining or you can ride with your head in my lap.”

It was like you’d been slapped. He released you and you drew your arm back to you and crossed your arms across your chest. You cowered in the seat as he rubbed his crotch. “Y-yes, sergeant.”

“Good girl,” He said. “Now buckle up.”

You grabbed the belt and clicked it into place. You gripped the thick belt as you stared through the windshield.

“So, let’s go over what we need to discuss.” He began. “You’ll do what you do so well and listen, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” You mumbled and pressed yourself to the door.

“You remember what you said?” You shrugged, silent. He glanced over at you for a second. “I asked you a question...would you let me fuck you?” You covered your mouth and shook your head, afraid you’d break into tears. “What did you say, hmmm?”

“I lied,” You whispered between your fingers. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Now, now, you know I can tell when you’re lying.” He tutted. 

“No, you don’t know me.” Your hand felt to your throat. “You don’t.”

“Listen!” He slammed the steering wheel with his hand. “I told you to listen, not to speak.”

You nodded and swallowed. You couldn’t speak if you wanted to.

“It’s simple. I’m going to fuck you, like I told you I would. You remember...I know you remember everything. I know you want it too.” He turned the wheel. You didn’t know where you were. You rarely came to this part of the city. “I told you, you’re the only one.” He shifted in his seat. “I need it. I need it so bad it hurts.”

“People will look for me. I have calls tonight.”

“No, they won’t.” He sneered. “And you’re not taking calls anymore.”

He pulled in at a high rise. You were surprised. So many people to see you as he waited for you to step out of the car and took your arm as he silently led you inside. His face was set, determined; you no doubt looked terrified. Yet no one seemed to notice, or at least be concerned by, you.

He took you up the stairs rather than the crowded elevator. A dozen flights or more before he guided you down a long hallway. Your feet were heavy, your head spun. Were you in shock? You felt like it. He stopped before the door at the end and unlocked it. He pushed it open and waited for you to enter first.

It was a large loft. The front room looked like any other. Spacious, even cozy; lived in. He didn’t let you observe for long. He nudged you down the hallways to the bedroom. Your heart dropped as you counted the locks on the door. Ten. He reached past you to turn the handle and let the door fall inward.

He followed you inside. The door closed behind him and he flipped the light on. The walls were padded with black squares and the windows blotted out my metal sheets. A bed stood in the middle of the room, a long trunk against one wall, several loops and hooks on ceiling and walls alike. This wasn’t a bedroom, it was a cell.

“Soundproofed,” He touched the wall. “So we don’t disturb anyone. I expect you’ll be quite vocal. As usual.”

You wondered if this was what the other women ran from. You looked around before peeking over your shoulder at the door.

“It’d be fun if you tried,” He said. “Wouldn’t it?” 

He neared and lightly grazed his gloved fingers along your shoulder. He trailed them along the strap of your purse and carefully took it from you.

“This room is for you.” He explained. “The other women...they weren’t special. You know that. I told you.”

You hung your head. You listened to him move around as he set aside your purse. He approached again and edged your jacket down your arms. He placed it with your bag and came around to face you. He lifted your chin with two leather fingers.

“You don’t have to talk to those other men anymore. Aren’t you happy?”

“Are you going to keep me here?” You asked.

“Keep you? No, you’re going to stay here,” He ran his thumb up over your cheek. “Where you belong.”

He watched you. He waited. When you didn’t answer he squeezed your chin.

“Yes, sergeant.”

“Good girl,” He said the words and your stomach knotted. “Naked,” He stepped away, “Now.”

“Yes, sergeant,” Your voice barely rose as you watched him retreat. 

He went to the bed in the middle of the room. A twin mattress covered in protective rubber. He sat with his knees wide apart, his hands gripped them as he waited for you to begin. 

You took off your shoes first. The easiest. The least significant. Socks, too. Then you stood and slipped your sweat down your arms. You piled your clothes beside where he’d placed your coat. He nodded as he watched you, pleased. Your shirt left you shivering and then your pants left you vulnerable.

You stood before him in bra and panties. You swayed, uncertain if you could stay on your feet. He tapped his fingers on his knee and exhaled loudly. You took the queue. You didn’t want to anger him. You’d felt his strength. It was almost inhuman.

You unhooked your bra and his eyes flashed he watched you bare your chest and he followed its movement as you tossed aside your bra. Next, you bent to step out of your panties, nearly tripping as you freed yourself from the cotton. You flung them away with your bra and stood before him.

He hummed in approval. When he moved, you flinched. You watched as he tugged his gloves off his hands and tucked them into his pockets. His left hand was shiny. You blinked at it and felt your nerves storm. He took off his cap and threw it atop your clothes with flick.

“Come here,” He beckoned you forth. 

You hesitated before your body obeyed. “Yes, sergeant,” You mumbled as you approached him. 

You stopped between his knees and he grasped your hips as he drew you into place. His right hand crept down along the line of your pelvis and you quivered. He dipped his fingers along your vee and forced your legs apart. His hand dove between your folds and rubbed his index along your clit and circled around your entrance.

“You’re wet,” He said. “You feel it?”

He rubbed along your pussy and spread your arousal with his fingers. You looked down at him as he played with you. His eyes focused on his hand like a child. As if he was just discovering something new.

He dragged two fingers around your clit, swirling and flicking as he gauged your reaction. He pushed them back along your entrance and you sucked in your breath. Your legs were forced further apart as he turned his hand. 

He poked his fingers inside and you gasped. He pulled them in and out a few times before sinking them in as far as he could. He curled them and pressed the heel of his hand to your clit. He looked up at you and you shied as away as your eyes met.

“Look at me.” He demanded. 

“Yes…” He squeezed and you gasped as you looked to him. “Sergeant.”

He began to move his hand as he gazed up at you. You squirmed as moved his fingers steadily as he pushed down on your bud. You knew he could see what he was doing to you. You bit down on your lip as you tried to hold back the moan.

He sped up and you reached out to grip his shoulder. You were on tip toes as he fingered you and your breath burned your nostrils. He changed his motion again and your lips formed and o as you let out the long surprised moan. Your thighs began to shake around his hand as you gripped his shoulder.

You came, the noise which rose from you was shocking, a delirious whine. Your eyes rolled back and he watched you dissemble in his hand, your walls pulsing around his fingers.

“Your body doesn’t lie,” He purred as he pulled his fingers out. You fell back onto flat feet and your vision cleared slowly. His fingers pushed between your lips as forced you to taste yourself. “Does it?”

You shook your head as he rubbed his slick fingers along your tongue and pulled away once more. He stood and you stumbled back. You looked up at him and reality returned to you. You tried to cover yourself and he chuckled.

“I thought about it last night. How I would...the first time.” He began as he unzipped his jacket. “Thought about bending you over. Maybe I’d chain you from the ceiling or tie your wrists to your ankles. Maybe I’d lay you there,” He pointed to the bed, “And fuck you till the bed broke.”

He pulled off his jacket and tossed it aside. He wore a plain grey tee beneath. You could see the muscle beneath the thin cotton. The plates of the metal arm as it moved, mimicking to the tendons of the right.

“Closer,” He gestured you forward with two fingers. You neared as he unzipped his fly. He pushed his jeans open and shoved them down with his briefs just past his hips. His cock bobbed above the denim and he grabbed it with his real hand. He stroked it as he reached out to you. “All I know is I wanna see your face.”

He bent and grabbed your leg. He pulled it up and hooked his arm under it. His other arm snaked around you to keep you from falling. You barely kept your other foot on the floor. He bent his knees as he drew you to him, his cock poked between your legs. You reached down as your eyes widened and tried to bat him away.

“You’re too big.” You pleaded. “I can’t--”

“Shhh.” 

He brought your hand up with his and pressed it to his shoulder. You clung to him to keep upright and he snaked his arm between you. He rubbed his tip along your clit and down your folds. He pushed inside just a little and you yelped. He ripped your other hand away from him as you squeezed his shoulder.

“No--It’s...too much.”

He shoved inside of you all at once and lifted you entirely. His tore his arm from between your and cupped your ass. You squealed as your walls stretched around him and the tears rose. You bared your teeth and closed your eyes as the pain rippled up your spine.

“You feel what you’ve done to me? How hard you make me?” He snarled in your ear as he wiggled his hips. “How much you want me?”

“I-I-”

“You fit me perfectly.” He thrust once and you yiped. “See?”

You quivered and held onto his shoulders if only alleviate the pressure in your pelvis. The cotton of his shirt felt rough against your skin. He began to rock you and each time you whined. Your walls strained around him as you tried to adjust.

“Do you feel it?” He growled.

“Y-yes, sergeant,” You cried out and he sped up. “Ow.”

“You don’t understand,” He slammed you down over and over. “What you’ve done to me. I didn’t need it before. Only thought I did, but I need it now. I can’t...it hurts. I’m so fucking hard, it’s fucking….agony.”

He turned so fast your were dizzy. He pushed your back to the wall and thrust into you. He crushed you between his body and the wall. He let your leg fall around him and his hand came up to your throat. His fingers stretched across your neck.

“Mmm, yes,” He squeezed. “You remember this? I told you--”

He choked you as he hammered into you. Faster and faster so that your back chafed on the padding. Your head pulsed as the air came slower and slower. Your body jerked each time he thrust into you.

“Look at you. So easy to use,” He leaned in and brushed his nose along yours. “You want to be used, don’t you?”

He tightened his grip and you croaked. He knew you couldn’t speak but he didn’t need you too. Your thighs tensed around him and your nails dug into the cotton of his shirt. You gulped and choked loudly as your core swelled. There was no hiding the orgasm even as he stifled your voice with his hand. 

He relished the shudder that went through you and pounded you harder into the wall. He didn’t relent as your vision was speckled with dark spots and your head lolled weakly. It fed his fervour and his hot breath ensnared you.

Your eyes closed entirely and you felt the burst inside. The sudden warmth as it gushed from him and he snarled in your ear. He gave long, hard strokes as he came inside you. He worked his cum into you until you could hear it. Sloppy and slick.

His grip loosened on your neck slightly and he held you there. His breath kept time with your laboured pants. He caught his first as he kept you trapped between him and the wall. Your body ached as the adrenaline slaked away.

“Such a good girl,” He cradled your cheek in his hand as he pulled back to look you in the face. He began to rock his hips again. “Aren’t you?”