“Yes! More! More!”
I was so fucking confused. God, I shouldn’t want her this bad. Unfortunately, my cock didn’t differentiate between the psychotic ones and the decent ones. I was so going to hell.
“Smack my pussy.”
“Wha-what?” I paused, sure I had heard her wrong.
“You heard me. Smack my pussy. Give it to me!”
I tapped her pussy, confused by her loud moans. Was this what she wanted?
“More! Smack it harder.”
It’s just a little foreplay. Get in there and get it over with. If she wants to be smacked, fucking smack that pussy.
I tapped it a little harder, but she thrust her cunt up at me for more. I smacked her a little harder this time.
She lifted her head and glared at me. “Are you a man or a pussy? Fucking spank me!”
My balls felt like they crawled up inside me, but I fucking spanked the shit out of her pussy. I felt her juices fly across my skin as I slapped her hard. Holy fuck, I was so hard. I wanted to slip inside her and fuck her hard, feeling all her warm juices coating my dick.
“Yes! Yes, Tony! Don’t stop.”
I spanked her again and again, watching with utter fascination as she started shaking and quivering as she came hard.
“Don’t stop. Give me your cock!”
I started to pull down her underwear, but she shouted at me.
“Did I say to take off my underwear? Just tear them!”
Holy shit. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. You’re a man. She’s just a tiny, little woman. And totally psychotic, but you can do this. Just rip those panties and fuck her hard. You know you want to anyway.
I ripped her panties as she asked, shaking the whole fucking time. I was terrified. This woman was so much more than just vocal. She wanted to be dominated and I had never dealt with a woman like that before.
“Fuck me hard! Get in me and make me come!”
I didn’t hesitate this time. I shoved my cock inside her until I bottomed out. It felt like sparks shot through me as she clenched all around me. My body tingled and my cock was begging for me to start moving. I was sweating profusely as these weird feelings filled me. Her demands had me screaming for release, but the confusion in my head had me holding back.
I moved slow, holding back so I didn’t take things too fast, but she ran her fingernails up my arms to the neck of my t-shirt. She ripped, shredding my fucking shirt right down the middle. Her fingernails dug into my chest, leaving small red lines down my skin. I stared at them in fascination and then flicked my gaze to hers.
“I don’t want a lover. I want my man to fuck me hard,” she growled.
I shifted my hips back and rammed into her as hard as I could. She shouted out and begged for more. Every time she cried out, I did it again, giving it to her hard and deep. I was sweating and my heart was pounding, but I had never felt so alive. This woman was fucking insane, but I was loving every minute of it.
“Yes! Give it to me, Tony. Come inside me! Do it!”
She clenched down around me, holding my cock inside her. I came hard and almost blacked out in the process. She was still strangling my cock a few minutes later, refusing to let me out of her body. I finally gave up and collapsed on top of her. I was panting so hard that I actually worried my heart would give out.
“That was amazing,” she said breathily. I shifted off of her and flopped down on the pillow next to her. Her sleepy eyes blinked at me and held me captive. She really was very beautiful.
“Uh…I gotta go,” I said, leaping up from the bed.
“Why?”
“I uh…have work.”
“No, you don’t.” She rose from the bed and moved closer to me in a really seductive way. She was actually just walking, but she was naked and her breasts were swaying, drawing me into her. “Storm even said that he would see you tomorrow. Besides, I’m not letting you go until I’ve had you at least a few more times.”
I felt a click and looked down at my wrist. I was locked in a cuff. Where the hell had she gotten handcuffs from? I looked up at her in shock and she winked at me, pulling me closer to her bed. I panicked, trying to think of a way out of this without looking like a pussy, and without her running back to Gus and telling him that I dumped her. She shoved me and I tripped on something on the floor, falling back onto the bed.
“Molly, this isn’t-” She pressed a finger to my lips and then kissed me hard. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, devouring me and taking every last piece of me with her. It was insane.
I heard another click and knew I was fucked. She had locked the other cuff around something. I looked up, but there was no headboard. She smirked at me.
“Is this something you like?”
“This is not something I like.”
There was uncertainty in her eyes, but then she smiled and seemed to just decide to go with it.
“That’s what all guys say, but you got off on it. This is going to be so good. Trust me.”
The thing was, I did trust her. I trusted her to make me come over and over again all night and then show up at my workplace the next day. But there was no getting out of this right now, so I might as well go with it.
CHAPTER NINE
Molly
Tuesday
I woke up smiling the next morning. Tony was amazing in bed. I mean, he was a little stiff at first, but he loosened up with a little encouragement. It was so cute, the way he was pretending to not like what we were doing, but the way he came inside me and the smolder in his eyes told me that he was loving every minute of being inside me. I still needed to figure out exactly what he liked. I was basically winging it last night, praying that being vocal about what I wanted and showing him that I could let him be the man that dominated me, would draw him in. Of course, I wasn’t sure it was very dominating for him if I had to lead him there. It was all a work in progress.
He was everything that I had hoped for, and I knew that after last night, he would see what we really had. I brushed the hair off his eyebrow and looked at the sexy man in my bed. He really was very beautiful, and he was all mine. There was no way he could deny it after last night.
His eyes fluttered open and I moved closer so that we were nose to nose. I would be the first thing he saw when he woke up this morning. He finally opened his eyes and jerked back with a gasp, though he didn’t get far with the handcuffs still in place. I felt slightly bad that he was still in handcuffs, but I’d honestly forgotten about them after I passed out from our last round of sex. And I couldn’t feel too bad. I mean, I did get to wake up beside him this morning, and that was a definite plus.
“Bad dream?” I asked.
He looked at me warily and then around the room, clearing his throat as he looked up at his wrists still attached to the board I had nailed into the wall. I grabbed the key and undid the lock. I was going to have to let him go home at some point. He pulled his wrists down and sat up, cringing when he moved his neck.
“Oh, did you not sleep well?” I slipped in behind him and started massaging his neck. He was so stiff, but after a few minutes of me rubbing his neck, he finally started to relax. “Better?”
“Uh…yeah.”
My man was a man of few words, but I knew that deep down he felt so hard and deep. He just needed to see that he could be real with me. I wouldn’t judge him for who he was, and I definitely wouldn’t try and change anything about him.
He jumped suddenly and started swatting at the comforter. “What the fuck is that?”
“What’s what?” I asked as he continued to swat at the comforter.
“Something just fucking scratched me.”
I sprang into action and tossed the covers off him, pulling Kitty into my arms. “Oh, that’s just Kitty.” I rubbed her behind the ears and listened to her purr against me. She was such a lover.
“Kitty? You named your cat Kitty?”
“Well, technically she was already named that. Someone dropped her off at my parents’
house when I was in high school. She was just a scared little thing.”
“That cat is not little or scared,” Tony pointed out.
“Well, not anymore. She really is the most lovable thing in the world.”
“My leg would say otherwise. That’s the second time that cat has attacked me.”
I gaped at him, my mouth wide open in shock. “Kitty would never attack you. Besides, she’s too old. She barely gets around anymore.”
“When I was leaving the apartment the other morning, that cat cornered me in the hallway and then attacked my fucking leg. I tried shaking it off, but it just sunk its claws deeper into my skin. That thing is a fucking hazard.”
I pulled my precious Kitty closer and rubbed her down. “Don’t listen to the sexy man. He just doesn’t know you the way I do.”
Tony looked at me like I was insane and shook his head. “This is insane,” he muttered to himself.
I smiled down at Kitty and set her on the bed. She immediately rolled to her back and waited for her morning rub, which I obligingly gave her.
“So, what do you want for breakfast?”
He got up and searched the floor for his pants, pulling them on when he got them. “Uh, I think I’ll just get something at work. I don’t want to be late.”
I nodded and dropped the sheet from my chest. His eyes zeroed in on my breasts and I watched as he swallowed hard. Just to entice him a little further, I raised my arms over my head and stretched big, shoving my breasts out even further for him.
“You know, I have a…hard job…a meeting,” he added quickly, clearing his throat as he continued to stare at my breasts, “this morning.”
He stumbled backwards and ran into the door in his haste to leave the bedroom. I was so confused. Why would he run out of here? Did he not like morning sex? With the slam of the front door, I dragged myself out of bed and quickly showered. I was a little disappointed that he couldn’t spend the morning with me, but again, I couldn’t just keep him for myself.
I dug through my drawers and closet, but it appeared that I only had pajamas left to wear. Luckily, I wasn’t working until tonight, so I grabbed all my clothes from various locations around the apartment and dragged my two loads of laundry down the rickety stairs to the basement. It was an older building and we hadn’t yet come into the twenty-first century of having a laundry room on every floor, or even every other floor.
The basement was always dark because there were only two lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. I hauled my laundry onto the old machine and quickly dumped in my first load. I was never one for separating colors. I knew that I was supposed to, but that meant another load and more money. I tossed the second bag of laundry into another machine and popped in the pods, then started them both.
“Got a quarter?” a deep voice said from behind me.
I turned around, not really able to see in the dark, and took in the large frame of a man standing just off in the shadows.
“That depends. What do you need it for?” I asked with a smile on my face.
He stepped into the light, his wide smile slightly scary because of the missing teeth. The long beard he sported would scare anyone else, but to me, he was just the sweet, homeless man that hung out in the basement whenever he could.
“How are you, Joe?”
“Not bad, Molly. Got a cup of coffee to spare?”
“Sure,” I chirped. “Come on upstairs.”
“You sure are kind to an old man.”
“Nonsense, Joe. You know I’d let you sleep on my couch.”
“I couldn’t take advantage like that,” he said as we climbed the stairs. “Besides, it wouldn’t be right, having a stranger sleeping on your couch.”
“You’re not a stranger. I’ve known you since I moved in here. Besides, I would have someone to cook for if you stayed with me.”
I heard a choked gasp, but when I turned around, he was smiling at me. “I sure do love your cooking.”
I smiled wide. It warmed my heart to know that someone appreciated the effort I put into my food. I knew it wasn’t like eating in a five star restaurant, but I’d never had any complaints.
“Come on. Let’s grab that cup of coffee.”
We headed into my apartment and I motioned for Joe to take a seat. He went to the kitchen table instead of my couch, which I knew he would. He said that he didn’t want to get my couch all dirty. The man was always dirty and a little smelly, but I didn’t care. He was nice and very friendly.
“Would you like a shower?”
“Nah. I’ll head over to the shelter later. That nice lady you introduced me to said that if I helped out around the shelter, she would make sure that I had a bed to sleep in.”
“Hey, that’s great.”
“It’ll be nice to work again, even if it’s just helping out with washing and cleaning.”
Joe had been down on his luck for a very long time. His wife died of cancer ten years ago, and when she died and the bill collectors called, he lost everything. He had extinguished all his options, but eventually couldn’t even save his car. When I met him, he was so down on himself that he wouldn’t even accept a cup of coffee from me. Over time, he had slowly started opening up to me and I started to see the man he was before life had nearly killed him.
“Let me whip up something for you to eat.”
“No,” he shouted. “Uh, I mean, I already had breakfast. I just stopped by for a visit.”
“Oh, well, I haven’t eaten.” I pulled out my box of pop tarts and dug in. It wasn’t my favorite meal, but it was cheap and easy to scarf down on the run.
“The gossip around the building is that you brought home a new fella.”
My eyes lit up as I thought about Tony. “Yeah, I snagged him at The Pub one night.”
“Good guy?”
“The best. You’d really-”
I was cut off by pounding at my front door. I hopped down from the counter and flung the door open, surprised to see Tony standing there.
“Hey, I forgot-” His eyes narrowed over my shoulder and he shoved his way inside, pushing me behind him. “Who’s this?”
“Joe.” I grinned and stepped around him, taking his hand to guide him over to Joe. “Joe, this is Tony.”
“So, this is the lucky fella.” Joe held out his hand, but Tony didn’t take it. “I’m Joe.”
“Who are you?” Tony asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“He’s Joe,” I repeated. “He lives in the building.”
“Well, sort of,” Joe grinned. “But not after last night. I’ve got new digs now.”
“Yep,” I said excitedly. “Joe just got a new job, so he’s got a new place to stay.” I flicked my gaze back to Joe and pretended to be pissed at him. “Even though you could have been staying with me.”
“Staying with you?” Tony asked in surprise. He dragged me into the living room by my arm and glanced over my shoulder. “Who the fuck is that guy and why would he stay with you?”
“He’s Joe,” I repeated.
“I know what his fucking name is. You’ve told me ten times already. What I want to know is who he is to you.”
“Well, I’ve known him ever since I moved here. He lives in the building.”
“That guy looks like he hasn’t showered in weeks, but you’re telling me he lives in the building?”
“Okay, well, technically he lives in the basement. He squats, but he got this job helping out at the shelter in exchange for a bed, so now he has someplace with a bed to sleep.”
He stared at me for a moment before he exploded. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t just invite strange men to sleep on your couch!”
“Why? I did with you.”
“That’s…completely different,” he spluttered. “I don’t look like that!” he said, flinging his arm toward Joe. Pissed off at his inconsiderate tone, I shoved his arm down and took a deep breath to calm down.
“Don’t be judgemental. Joe is one of the nicest guys I
know. He would never hurt me.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I just know, okay? He had a wife that died a really slow, painful death. That’s how he ended up on the streets. You know, he used to be a normal person just like everyone else. He’s just down on his luck.”
“How do you know that?” he asked incredulously. “I mean, you met him when he was already homeless. How can you be sure he isn’t lying to get money or something else from you?”
“Because he’s never accepted anything but coffee from me. He comes in here and gets warm and has some coffee, but he never accepts money. And believe me, I’ve offered.”
“You offered? Are you delusional? You can’t just go around offering people money. How do you know that he’s not trying to take advantage of you? Butter you up for an even bigger score!”
“A bigger score? Tony, surely you can see that I don’t have anything he could want. My bank account is usually on the verge of negative. I have no assets other than my car. What exactly do you think he’s going to steal from me?”
His face shut down and he began muttering to himself. “Why the fuck are you bothering? It’s not like it matters.” He shook his head and took a deep breath. “Look, I just came back for my phone.”
“It’s on the charger.”
“What charger?”
“In the bedroom. I knew that you would need it charged for today, so I put it on last night.”
He moved like he was going to the bedroom, but then stopped and stared at me funnily. “Well, thanks.”
I smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. I felt him stiffen as I moved in closer, but he would get over that. “What are girlfriends for?”
He walked away, muttering to himself. Even though I couldn’t understand what he was saying, I knew that he wasn’t happy about Joe being here. It didn’t matter though. I was an excellent judge of character, and Joe was a good guy.
“Should I leave?” Joe asked as I walked back to the kitchen.
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