The Man in 3B

by Alexis Shore

  Decision made.

  He sent a brief email.

  And in short time, he received the normal reply.

  Tonight was going to be fun.

  And it was this prospect that made the rest of the day more bearable. Even the bracing wind in his face as he left the office couldn’t wipe the sly grin away.

  Nor did the pile of bills in his mailbox.

  Nor did the sharp bit of china that pierced his shoe in the vestibule. The fact that it didn’t quite make it through the sole actually made him giggle. Hopefully the snow would be gone tomorrow, so the water wouldn’t seep in through the hole.

  He paced about the flat, exercising his voice. He’d need it to sound as sexy as it could tonight. Then he slipped into a loose shirt and a pair of torn jeans, eschewing the underwear.

  And then it rang.

  Perfect.

  He wandered down the hallway and answered the door.

  And there she stood. Looking so deliciously remorseful and vulnerable, her red hair framing her beautiful face.

  “Hello Neve.”

  “Hello Sir.”

  Eight

  Peter watched Neve drop to her knees obediently and crawl in through the door. He gave her a quick spank as she passed him by, loving the little yelp she gave out as his hand stung against the taut cotton of her skirt.

  He kicked the door shut gently, and watched that ass pointing in the air as she moved through on all fours to the living room. He always got rock hard when she entered like this, the subservience making his cock swell almost painfully. She knew she’d been a naughty girl. It would be fun finding out why.

  Peter sat on the couch and looked at her, now kneeling on the floor waiting for instructions. He held out his foot and she crawled forward to suck on his toes one by one.

  “Why did you hang up on me?” he asked sternly.

  She stopped sucking, and looked up at him with wide eyes. They looked so big and green against her pale skin, her red hair making them seem even brighter. She let his toe from her mouth and said with a pout, “Someone came in for their performance review.”

  Her lips wrapped around another toe and she teased and sucked it for a moment.

  “You’re acting like you’ve done something else.”

  The way she stopped sucking, but held the toe in her mouth without looking back up told him he was right.

  “Tell me,” he said, ever so gently kicking his foot to free his toe.

  “I fucked Mike.” She bit her lip and looked up at him through that delicious red hair.

  “Why?” he asked, feeling his cock growing even bigger.

  “He spanked me. It made me wet.”

  She dropped her head, but not in time to hide the sly little grin. “What’s my punishment?” she asked with some excitement.

  “Was it a good fuck?”

  Neve laughed mockingly at the idea.

  “Then that’s your punishment,” he said, loving the way her shoulders sank at the news.

  “Why do you make me stay with him?” she asked demurely.

  “What?” Peter bellowed so loud he nearly scared himself, but immediately loved her eyes wide with surprise.

  “Why do you make me stay with him, sir?”

  “I have my reasons.”

  He didn’t. There was no master plan for his little fuck slave. He just wanted her to keep coming to visit when he called, and he could think of no better way of making her want him than to have her suffer that oaf.

  But she should be allowed a moment of revenge for a horrible fuck.

  “I want you to go over to Mike’s,” she shook her head forlornly. “And belittle him the moment you see him, then walk out without another word.”

  She smiled. His Neve liked that idea a lot.

  She began to get to her feet, but he chastised her to crawl to the door. He wanted to watch that ass again.

  Neve wasn’t gone long, and when the door closed upon her return, she was in a fit of hysterical giggles. As she crawled back into the room, she had to keep stopping to let out another round of laughing. They way it tussled her hair and flushed her skin made it look like she was in the throes of a violent orgasm.

  Sexy.

  “Tell me,” he instructed with a soft insistence.

  It took her another moment to gather herself.

  “I walked in on him,” she giggled once more. “He was stood on the bed, his ear to pressed the wall. Wanking.”

  She burst out laughing again.

  Peter leant forward and tore open her blouse roughly, loving the way the buttons flew across the room as the sound of the tearing echoed through the air. The suddenness of it did the job, and she stopped laughing, looking at him with such lust.

  He sat back and looked at the damage. He was a little annoyed that there was still a button in its hole, but loved the bra she had chosen for him. Her chest was bright red, maybe from laughing, but hopefully from arousal.

  She looked him right in the eye, and spoke in a whisper. “Please fuck me.”

  “Not yet.”

  She pouted.

  That often worked, but he didn’t let it this time. Instead, he stood up and walked past her, grabbing her hair as he did so. She knew right away to reach up and grab his wrists, taking her own weight as he dragged her across the wooden floor and into the kitchen.

  “We’ll have a drink first,” he said, leaving her in the corner by the cabinets.

  He poured himself a glass of wine, then filled her bowl with tap water, sloshing it down beside her. She leaned down to lap it up happily. He never understood why she liked doing that, but she did, so he played along. Peter had no interest in half the demeaning things she enjoyed, but if it got her in the mood for some great sex, he never really questioned it. There was no way Neve would look at Peter twice otherwise.

  They’d met online, her looking for a master, and him looking for nothing more than a fuck. The idea of a subservient woman made him hard though, so he thought he’d give it a try. He liked most of it too, and she loved the way he learned to treat her. She had a way of educating him without asking outright.

  He watched her lapping at her bowl of water, feeling the clarion call of his cock wanting some attention. Peter wasn’t in the mood for elaborate rope work, so hoped she wasn’t either. Her torn blouse kept dipping into the water as she bowed her head for more.

  Maybe if he left her like this on her own for a bit, it would turn her on enough.

  With that, he stood up and told her to stay, as he carried his wine through to the bedroom. He examined the wall at the head of his bed, and wondered what on earth Mike could have been listening to. Curious, he stood up onto the mattress and pressed his ear to the plaster. It just sounded like the inside of a sea shell.

  Odd.

  Peter never understood what got folks horny.

  He finished off the wine and undid his belt, sliding it free from his waist with a loud noise. He bent it in half and slapped it hard into the bed. She’d like that.

  But she wasn’t getting it.

  He wanted to feel her with his own hand tonight.

  The shirt was loose enough to pull over his head, and he was already bored with his jeans, so they went too. He looked at his erect prick in the mirror. It always looked good from that angle. Such definition, such solidity. He never struggled to be achingly hard in Neve’s presence.

  “Get in here you fucking slut,” he called.

  Within moments she was stood in the doorway, her torn blouse revealing her bra, and one knee of her stockings torn from all her crawling and dragging.

  She looked gorgeous when she was dishevelled, and he let her stare with longing at his rock solid prick.

  He walked over to her and spun her round forcefully, tugging the zip of her skirt down with some force. The little yelp she gave was probably fake, but it conveyed her pleasure quite well.

  With one hand he yanked the skirt from her hips, and smacked her ass cheek hard. He looped his finger into the
back of her collar, and pulled the blouse away down her arms.

  “Take your stockings off,” he said, walking away to sit on the edge of the bed.

  With some grace, she stepped to the stool and lifted one foot on to it, slowly, sensuously rolling the sheer material down her slender leg, all the while staring right at his cock.

  Then with a wicked smile, she reached into her panties and swirled her fingers beneath the cotton, before pulling them out and tasting herself wantonly.

  Within moments, the other stocking was rolling down her thigh and calf. With that, she turned to face him, put her hands behind her back and slowly descended to her knees. Then she closed her eyes, and opened her mouth wide.

  He let her hold the pose, slowly pumping his cock in his hand for a moment.

  She could stay frozen still in any position. It was an amazing talent and one which Peter so enjoyed.

  Finally, he got to his feet and walked to her, gently pushing one of his balls into her wide open mouth. She took it with glee, rolling it around and sucking on it hard, which made him hiss softly. And he loved the way she resisted when he pulled it free, making it pop out with a wet slurp.

  Neve obviously wanted the other one.

  “Tough,” he said, walking back to the bed, leaving her with her mouth open and eyes closed.

  He wanted to see her red bush so much, to see her swollen folds so bright against her pale skin, and the copper glint of that tiny tuft of downy hair. An urge to tear off her panties began to grow in him, but he had never been able to manage that.

  “Tear your panties off,” he instructed instead, keen to know if she would manage it.

  She opened her eyes slowly and stared right at him, her hand moving to the front of her underwear. He watched her fingers curling into the cotton, grabbing a tight fistful, before she yanked them away as hard as she could.

  There was some sound of tearing, but she hadn’t quite managed to pull them free.

  She bit her lip, and looked at him with a bowed head through her red hair. “I’m so sorry.”

  Neve wanted a spank.

  So much so that she fell forward on to her hands and let her weight slide her forward, pushing her ass high into the air, and her tits into the carpet. It was ostensibly a bow of apology, but she was letting him know full well what she needed. Her panties had torn at one hip, and hung limply from the other seam.

  Peter stood up and walked around her slowly, unable to take his eyes off of that taut ass poking proudly upwards. Her buttocks were so pert, open slightly to reveal the tiny puckered muscle of her asshole.

  Kneeling behind her, he cupped each cheek gently and pulled them apart further. Peter loved pushing his mouth between them, tonguing that hole wetly. She wiggled her hips as he lapped at her, sighing with approval.

  And when he pulled his mouth away, he gave her what she wanted. A series of stinging spanks, alternating sides, but equally hard. He left a nice red mark on each one, then immediately pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. She was so wet as he fingered her, finding the spots that got her going, as the ball of his thumb massaged at her delicate clit.

  Neve’s ass writhed about in front of his face as she rolled her hips in time with his pumping fingers. Her little moans, muffled as they were by the carpet, tickled his ears and made his cock strain again.

  He stroked the palm of his free hand lovingly along her spine, curling his fingers into her flamed hair. With a fistful of her locks, he pulled her head back firmly, arching her back and making her hiss with delighted pain.

  “Please fuck me sir.”

  Peter let go off her hair and removed his fingers, giving them a taste before grabbing the material of her panties and yanking them hard. They finally gave way, and Neve let out a whimper of pain.

  He wanted her so much now. But he also wanted to suck on her delicious tits first. Her nipples were always so firm and swollen after a fingering.

  Peter stood up, pulling her up with him and roughly pushed her into the dresser. It hurt her a little, which made her smile lasciviously. He grabbed a wrist and opened a drawer. Within seconds he had cuffed her to the drawer handle, and done the same to her other wrist.

  Stepping back, he admired the view. The way her arms were spread formed a triangle, and sculpted her breasts perfectly. Peter cupped her neck and stepped in close, kissing her deeply, slowly, passionately. She pushed her tongue into his mouth urgently, just as he reached between her legs and found her button once more.

  He knew she was so close now. They kissed as his fingers bought her ever nearer to the brink, then he pulled away and bowed his head, taking her left nipple deep into his mouth and sucking hard, rolling it with his tongue.

  Peter let go off Neve completely, only touching her with his mouth now, massaging that nipple orally. And when he bit it, Neve started to come. Holding it with his teeth, he probed the end with the tip of his tongue, letting her revel in the delights of her orgasm.

  But he didn’t let her catch her breath.

  Instead, he uncuffed her left wrist and spun her around, trapping her cuffed arm beneath her as he bent her firmly over the dresser. Gripping his cock at the base, he pushed the tip past her wet lips and held it there, waiting, teasing.

  “Fuck me like I’m Caroline,” she gasped.

  Within moments, Peter was fucking her hard, slapping himself roughly against her, loving the grunts and slaps, calling her all sort of heinous names. The venom in his voice surprised him, but Neve loved every second of it.

  Then, with his cock coated with her wetness, he pulled out and pushed himself gently into her asshole.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  He obliged, forcing himself in as deep as he could. She was always so tight it was hard not to come immediately. Neve reached to her clit and in a breathless plea said, “Fuck me hard.”

  Within moments she was coming again, and Peter couldn’t hold back any longer. Her muscles gripped him firmly as his cock twitched violently, and the warmth of his spunk exploding felt amazing.

  He held himself over her, using his weight to press her into the dresser as his stiffness waned. Then he stepped back and collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. She remained bent over, his creamy come seeping from her, then finally sank down to the floor, her cuffed wrist above her.

  She was in the same position when he awoke many hours later, fast asleep.

  With a groggy slothfulness, he uncuffed her, and let her wrist down, trying hard not to wake her. Then he stepped into the shower and tried to wake himself up.

  In short time, the water was washing away the sleep, and Neve stepped in to join him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him with such lovely tenderness that his cock quickly grew and stiffened between them.

  With no invitation, she sank down his body and took him in her hand, wrapping her lips over his tip and swirling her tongue in quick motions. That felt fantastic, and he urged her deeper down his shaft. The water cascaded over them as she let him fuck her mouth.