Craze

by Andi Jaxon

  “Please,” I beg, “I need to cum.”

  “Not until I say you can.”

  His voice is leaving no room for argument. I whimper as I move the monster in my hands lower, towards my opening.

  “Put just the tip inside. Only the tip, Annabelle.”

  I push the tip inside of me, it's a struggle since this thing is huge and it's been a long damn time since it's seen any action, but I manage. Keeping it there is torture; my muscles are clenching around the intrusion trying to pull it deeper. My thighs are shaking, wanting to close, but trying to keep them open.

  PURSUER

  Annabelle is such a good girl. She is struggling so hard to keep her legs open for me. She hasn't had anyone in a while; I can tell as I see her pussy stretch as she slowly slides the tip of my cock in and out. Yes, my cock, it's an exact replica of me. She will be even more beautiful when she comes. I can't wait to have her however I want, mine to command.

  "That’s enough for tonight, go to sleep. And don't you dare cum." I command.

  "What? Are you going to leave me like this? Well, if I can't cum, you can't either." Sexual frustration and surprise make her sassy.

  I move so quickly she doesn't follow the movement and grip her by the hair. "YOU ARE MINE! The sooner you understand that, the better. I will cum if I damn well please and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." I growl at her.

  I can't resist her smell, being this close to her I have to have just one taste. I drag one finger through her folds, collecting her juices, and then suck my finger clean. I want to dive into that pussy and feast like the starving man I am. I can't, but I can make sure everyone knows she is mine. I latch onto her shoulder and bite down. She whimpers, but I feel her grip on the back of my head tugging on the tiny hairs at the base of my skull. I moan in pleasure as I bite down harder. I lick the mark and get the metallic taste of blood.

  “God woman, even your blood is irresistible. Good thing vampires aren't real, or they would drain you dry.”

  I latch back onto her, and she moans in pleasure as she rubs her swollen clit between her legs. I reach down, move her hand out of my way, and rub her swollen clit. I feel her juices flow onto my fingers. I pull back as she whimpers for some more relief.

  Once I lick my finger clean again, I decide it’s time to go. She does have to be up early in the morning.

  "Go to sleep. This wasn't the first time that I have visited you nor will it be the last. Be a good girl and maybe I'll let you really feel my dick in that tight pussy."

  I release her hair, and she slides into the covers. How I wish I could climb in with her, patience. I must have patience

  "Please stay," She begs with those large doe eyes.

  "I will tear that pussy to shreds if I stay any longer, but trust that I will be close. I always am."

  I sit back in the chair until I see her eyes closed and her breathing slow. When I am sure she is asleep, I quietly slip out the window. Soon. It will be time soon enough, until then, I wait.

  CHAPTER SIX

  ANNABELLE

  Damn it. How the hell am I supposed to cover this?

  The bruised bite mark on my shoulder is meaner than I had anticipated. Purple and raised. Running a finger over it gingerly makes me tingle all over and tightens my nipples. Sigh.

  After making a very carefully selected blouse choice of a rose-colored silk piece with a high neck but open at the throat, I pick a navy pencil skirt that goes below my knees and some white kitten heels. I will have to be careful not to move wrong, or the bruise will show, but I should be okay.

  No need to rile him up anymore, now that he's come out to play.

  I've barely gotten to work and take my jacket off when Maddox approaches me.

  “Hey Annabelle, can we talk for a minute?”

  Sure Maddox,” I say as I’m putting my purse away before turning to look at him. “Oh my God! What happened to your hand?” Multiple fingers on the one hand are wrapped up like a mummy.

  He turns bright red, drops his chin, and looks around.

  “It's nothing, I...uh…dropped a free weight on my hand at the gym yesterday. Broke a few fingers.”

  Bullshit. “Oh, well you should be more careful.”

  “Yeah, anyway, my Grandmother fell and broke her hip so she's in the hospital and will be there all weekend, so I need a rain check on our date.” He says it in a rush like he’s nervous.

  “Oh, I hope she's okay. Sure, not a problem.” He looks so distressed that I can't help but lean in and hug him. He holds onto me longer than I liked and didn’t t step back afterward, he's in my personal space.

  Seriously, dude? It wasn't a come on. I was just being nice. Back the hell up!

  PURSUER

  Hmm…Poor little Maddox is favoring those bandaged fingers. Hopefully, he learned that she is taken. It seemed that someone pushed him into the parking garage and stomped his fingers, what a shame…

  Here I thought being able to touch her would make things easier, but no it is just pure torture. I almost didn’t take a shower this morning because her smell clung to my skin, but I must be patient. She can’t know yet. The time isn’t right.

  ELLIOT

  I see Maddox walk over to AB’s desk to talk to her. He looks a little worse for wear and damn those fingers look like they hurt. AB doesn’t look very happy either, and I hope it’s because he is backing out of that date he made with AB the other day. The dude is a douche and is nowhere good enough for her.

  I cannot wait any longer. I need to know what they’re saying. I’m nosey. I try not to seem as eager as I am when I head toward her desk. As Maddox spots me over Annabelle’s shoulder, he freezes. I have to turn around to see who the hell he is looking at, but as soon as I turn back to the look is gone.

  “Hey, Einstein! How’s it hanging?” Annabelle asks in a high pitched perky voice.

  Oh, she thinks she’s cute, she fucking knows how much I hate that. When I look closer, I can tell she is not at all comfortable with Maddox being so close to her.

  “I’m good with numbers, get over it already. I’ve kept your ass out of debt, haven’t I?”

  We have our usual staring contest, as always Annabelle starts cracking up laughing. She can never be serious. I am barely hanging on by a thread, and she is smiling and cracking jokes.

  “Maddox was just coming over to break off our date for this weekend. So, it looks like you now have a date for the engagement party.” She says to me with her arms crossed over her chest and scowl on her face.

  Turning back to Maddox, her fake smile returns, “Maddox, I hope your grandmother is out of the hospital soon. I'll take a rain check on that date though, here is my number. Give me a call when you are free.” She writes her number down on a post-it note and hands it to him.

  “I hope that your grandmother is feeling better soon, Maddox,” I say with a slight mocking tone to my voice because I just can’t help it.

  “Thanks, guys. Well, I need to get back to work. Annabelle, I'll give you a call to set up our date.”

  While I watch Maddox head back toward his desk, I feel a smack on the back of my head. I turn and look at a fuming AB.

  “What the hell was that for AB?” I ask as I rub my hand over the spot she hit.

  “Ass, hope you’re proud of yourself, you have scared off another one. I don’t know how you did it, but I know it was you.” The scowl has returned to her face, and she is snapping at me through clenched teeth, never a good sign.

  “For once, I had nothing to do with it. I have no idea what the hell happened to that douche. I’m not gonna lie though, I didn’t want you to go out with him, but I didn’t do that to his fingers. Seriously, I didn’t do anything… this time.” My arms are crossed over my chest as well, feet spread shoulder width apart, and I’m sure it looks like we’re having a stand-off.

  “I heard that! Can you please stop messing with my love life? If it were up to you, I would end up an old maid with a million cats.” I try to inte
rject…

  “Yeah, I know he wasn't good enough for me, he has shifty eyes, or whatever other stupid excuses you were going to come up with this time. I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions.”

  I want to bend her over the desk and fuck her until she screams my name, but maybe she does like him.

  I only want her to be happy, “Alright, AB. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to protect you like I always have.”

  “Well stop! Okay?” She lets out a sigh before she continues. “I’m going to get some coffee and then you are going to take me to breakfast after this stupid board meeting since you're such a dick.” She says frustrated.

  “Sure thing, just let me close down my stuff and grab my notes, save me a seat,” I say.

  As she turns to head down the hallway toward the ladies’ room, I see it.

  “What the hell is that?” I try to keep my voice down, but that bite mark is huge.

  “It’s nothing. I burned myself the other day while doing my hair.” She says, immediately reaching up and pulling her shirt over the mark.

  “I am not dumb Annabelle. Those look like teeth. What the fuck, or should I say, who the fuck, bit you?” I’m seriously concerned, that thing looks brutal.

  “Calm the hell down Elliot! Haven’t you ever seen a hickey before? I had some fun last night okay. Now I’m gonna hit the ladies’ room before we go to the meeting.”

  ANNABELLE

  What the actual fuck Elliot? Why not yell a little louder about the hickey on my neck, why don't you? I don't think the boss heard you yell at me for being a hussy.

  Men. I'm so done with men. I'm achingly turned on from last night still, and the bite on my neck tingles unmercifully. I let my vagina pick out my underwear, so I'm wearing a see-through lace bra and panty set with a garter belt and thigh highs. The lace against my hard nipples is going to be the death of me, and since my shirt is silk, everyone can see them.

  What. Was. I. Thinking?

  I may have to rub one out fast, so I can focus on something other than my aching clit and throbbing empty pussy.

  There's no way he could see into the women's bathroom, right?

  PURSUER

  This girl, I can’t wait to have her. Patience. I see her head toward the ladies’ room. I guess it’s time for me to make a pit stop as well.

  I don't even make it all the way to a stall before my dick is out and in my hand, dripping pre-cum. I flip the lock on the bathroom door and brace myself against the wall with my arm. Suddenly I’m flooded with images from last night. The thought of her spread wide for me makes me leak all over my hand. I gather the pre-cum in my hand and roll the tip of my piercing between my fingers. I have to bite my arm to stop the groan that crawls out of my throat. That’s when I hear it. I could hear her voice from a mile away. Annabelle has been a very bad girl.

  I hear her moan and then some muffled words I don't understand. She has been a very bad girl.

  I am going to make sure I get mine, but she gets nothing. She will learn never to disobey me again.

  Stopping at my desk for supplies, I grab the tube of arnica gel and a wooden ruler for good measure. Time to make my Kitten purr.

  ANNABELLE

  Oh God. I’m so wet.

  I can hear the sucking, squishing sound of my pussy as I finger myself in the bathroom stall.

  “Fuck,” I whisper to myself.

  I know I shouldn’t make any noise, but I can’t keep it in, it just feels too good. Thinking of my Psycho from the night before makes me drench the fingers in my pussy, pushing in and pulling out hard. I’m making myself whimper. I need to be quiet, silent, in case anyone comes in here, but I just can’t. I need him, my Psycho.

  How can someone that has barely touched me control so much of my mind?

  I imagine his cock inside of me, the bite mark tingles, and my nipples tighten. I’m already so close to coming. My body tightens in anticipation then suddenly the lights in the bathroom go out, and I hear the door lock. My fingers still and I hold my breath.

  How did he know?!?

  “Annabelle,” His voice is a growl but clear as day as it echoes off the tile. He’s pissed. I went against the rules, was caught, and now I will have to pay the consequences.

  “Yes?” I squeak out, both terrified and painfully turned on.

  The silence is heavy, thick with tension. What does he want me to do? I put my panties back on my swollen lips and pull my skirt up before opening the door and stepping out into the unknown. There is very little light in the bathroom, barely enough to see his outline by the door.

  I stand to face him, “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

  “NO, YOU’RE NOT!” He yells, the noise echoing in the enclosed space, startles me. “But you soon will be. Take your skirt off then bend over the sink. Hold on tight. This will not be pleasant for you.”

  I’m shaking so hard that I struggle with the zipper of my skirt. Once it’s finally on the floor, I step out of it, turn and bend over the sink. I wrap my arms around the bowl of the sink and hold on to my wrists underneath, laying my cheek on the side of the cold porcelain, the scent of hand soap and cleaner invades my senses.

  I count his steps, sixteen until he’s standing close enough to me that I can feel the brush of his pants on the back of my thighs. I feel his hand lightly caress my ass through the lace of my panties. The touch startles me at first but then makes me want to purr like a cat in heat, begging a big tomcat to mount me. His fingers follow the waistband of my panties then suddenly he rips them off, causing me to gasp in surprise.

  “Do you know what happens to little girls who don’t listen, Annabelle?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the controlled anger underneath it.

  “They get punished,” I say in a weak, trembling voice.

  “That’s right,” he says while slowing rubbing my now bare ass with his palm. “More specifically, they get a spanking. A spanking that will leave an impression. Marks that you will feel for the next few days, to remind you not to cross me again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I understand,” I mumble meekly, accepting my fate.

  “Since this is the first time I am punishing you, I will give you a choice. Ten swats with my hand or five swats with a ruler? Both will hurt, both will leave welts and bruises. I expect tears no matter what you choose.” He says matter-of-factly.

  “Five please,” I tell him.

  Five hard swats? Have you lost your mind?!?

  “Interesting. I had a feeling you would be my little pain slut. I will spank you with my hand to prep your skin, and then the punishment will begin. Tell me you understand Annabelle.”

  “I understand.”

  I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

  “Ouch!” I yell, more out of expectation then out of actual pain.

  The slaps continue as if I haven’t said anything. One right after another, over and over, all over my ass and the backs of my thighs.

  Thighs too? Shit!

  After what feels like an eternity, my ass is on fire, tears sting my eyes and run down my face into the sink, but his hand finally stills. I take a labored breath, knowing the real pain is about to begin. I’m so scared. My entire body is trembling uncontrollably, my knees weak, my breathing too fast.

  “Annabelle, you’ve done remarkably well so far. Now, you will get five swats with a wooden ruler. Count them out. Understand?” He asks me, breathing slightly heavier than normal, due to the exertion no doubt.

  I nod my head and respond with a watery “Yes.”

  The first crack of the ruler against my skin forces the air from my lungs. When I get my breath back, I scream a piercing wail. My knees buckle, but he catches me with an arm under my hips. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t strike again, just holds me by my hips while I scream and tears rain down into the sink.

  I eventually get a hold of myself again, regain my legs, and slow my breathing.

  “One,” is all I say. He strikes me again on the other cheek, it hurts like
a motherfucker, but I’m not as surprised by it as I was the first time. I cry out, tears pouring out of my eyes, my knees buckle, and again he catches me, holds me up until I can do it myself.

  “Two.”

  Hearing the door jiggle makes us both pause. Then there’s a knock on the door, “Ma’am, are you okay? Do you need help? I can call 9-1-1 for you,” a man’s’ voice sounds through the door.

  Leaning over me, Psycho whispers in my ear, “Do you need help Kitten? Do you want me to stop?”

  His breath against my ear makes me shiver. My clit tingles and my folds start to drip again.

  “No,” I say in a strangled voice. “I…uh…I stubbed my toe.”

  Psycho chuckles while he rubs my clit with his fingers, I can feel the movement from his chuckle against my back.

  “Good girl,” he whispers before standing up again.

  "Um...Okay, if you're sure." The man outside the door responds.

  The pressure on my clit increases and I'm on the verge of an orgasm, "YES!" I shriek, "GO AWAY!"

  Psycho's chuckle tightens the walls of my pussy; I desperately want him inside of me.

  "You think I'm going to let you cum?" he says with humor. "That wouldn't be a very good punishment, now would it?"

  The ruler passes over my ass, telling me that the spankings are about to start up again. Strike three hits lower on my ass, where my butt meets my thigh. I cry out again, but the pain is less, the tears are no longer flooding the sink but slowly trickle down my face. "Three"

  *Crack* He hits me on the other side in the same location as the last one. This time I whimper, the hit still stings, but it makes me wet. I'm now dripping down my inner thighs.