I gulp down the lump forming in my throat, but he doesn't wait any longer. He grasps the waistband of my sweatpants and yanks them down my legs until they're at my ankles, trapped by my Converse.
“Hell, wait.” He continues to pull my sweatpants off completely, but his eyes stay on mine. “This is the last time you ever come near me like this again. The watching and stalking shit stops. The fucking torment and weird ass behaviour stops. This obsession stops. I don’t want you.”
His jaw tenses, revealing his displeasure at my cold words, but I mean it. I didn't come here for this. My purpose was to fucking work and leave, not to entangle myself in a sexual relationship with a psychotic maniac.
His eyes trail down my body before returning to meet mine, a silent challenge in them before he finally speaks. “I better make the most of it then. Strip naked.”
I shake my head once before responding. “What?”
“Strip. The. Fuck. Naked. Noir.”
His icy tone is full of dominance, a silent threat that if I don’t do as I am told, he will still do it himself, which I think he wants; he seems to crave full control, but I know I need control too.
The command hangs between us, charged with tension as well as the strange connection we share. I inhale deeply before sitting up, then drag the zipper down on my hoodie. After shrugging it off, I move on to my white crop top, rising it over my head until my bare tits bounce free.
I can feel his feral stare all over me, analysing my movements and biting into my flesh, yet I refuse to look him in the eyes. I lift myself, dragging my black panties down my legs and as soon as I'm only in my Converse and my clothes drop to the floor, the room falls silent. A wave of self-consciousness washes over me, even though I know he's already seen me naked, but this time I am not in the safety of my trailer, so instinctively, I cover myself with my arms, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Suddenly, Hell seizes my waist, roughly manhandling me and effortlessly forces me up onto my knees in the middle of the small table, positioning me exactly how he wants.
He leans down, delicately scooping my panties up with one finger and he raises them to his eye level, inspecting them closely before tossing them onto my lap.
“Stuff them inside your cunt. Let’s see how wet you can get them.” He demands.
I blink blankly at him, sensing that he's pushing my boundaries right away, but I am not sure how to react to his degradation.
“Now, Noir! I'm not going to hold myself much longer; I will force them inside your fucking pussy.”
My body tightens as his powerful voice echoes through the dead silent building, and my eyes close briefly before I glance down at my panties.
I hesitantly take them from my lap, clutching them into my fist. With trembling fingers, I lower them between my thighs, gradually stuffing them inside myself until they’re entirely engulfed.
“Now touch yourself. No shyness around me, pretty girl.” He orders, “Your body is beyond beautiful.”
I keep my head lowered, hearing his boots against the hard floor as he slowly walks around the table, taking in every inch of my naked body from all angles. The small room is thick with tension, my skin prickling under his greedy gaze. As soon as I press my fingers through my folds and touch my clit, the sensation that is supposed to follow is non-existent, as usual. I push down, rubbing my bud, trying to coax some feeling from it. The circular motion is familiar, but it gives me no real pleasure. I keep my eyes screwed tight, focusing as much as I can, willing myself to gain something, anything so this can be over with.
His wicked presence looms over me, a dark and intense energy that heightens the pressure of the moment, making me wonder if he can sense that I am odd, not like the other girls he has probably fucked. My thoughts swirl, anxiety peaking, not helping the fucking situation at all.
After some time, my hand starts to ache, and my clit throbs, but not in the right way. I hear him stop right in front of me, and the sound of his blade flicking out makes my heart jump. He places the chilly metal beneath my chin, forcing me to raise my head, and my eyes instinctively meet his.
“You struggle to find pleasure, Dolly.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks, the sting sharper than his knife could ever be. It hurts more than he could ever know. My movements freeze, and when he withdraws the knife, I lower my head again, avoiding eye contact, my body so stiff with humiliation that its ready to run out the fucking door.
He moves around me again and when he halts behind me, he suddenly cups his hand over mine between my legs causing them to tense. His other arm wraps beneath my breasts, dragging me closer to him and the table’s edge. My heart races, my breathing picking, his grip is strong while he asserts control.
“Now rub your cunt,” he orders with a snarl, his breath hot against my ear.
“But—”
He removes his hand from mine and roughly snatches my face, forcing me to look back at him.
His swirling eyes are filled with a darkness, and he tightens his teeth. “Do as you’re fucking told, or I’ll do it for you, and trust me, Noir, I won’t stop. I'll keep forcing those fucking O’s out of your tight pussy until you can no longer stand it.”
His voice is full of honesty, his grasp on my face is so tight that it’s almost painful, but it roots me to the spot, and I find myself obeying.
When I start to stroke my clit again, his eyes scan my features and he lowers his palm to my throat, almost stealing my breath with how hard he grabs it. His lips brush over mine, just as they did this morning, but this time, there is no one here to stop me from caving in. No one is coming to save me from his wicked embrace.
Tilting his head to the side, he flattens his pierced tongue at the edge of my parted lips, trailing it teasingly across them and instantly, the walls of my pussy clench around my panties, a surge of electricity surging through me. His grip tightens on my neck, the forbidden intimacy becoming consuming, pulling me deeper into a vortex of lust and danger.
