by Nikki Chase
I lie down on my bed, pull out my phone and my dick, then watch video after video of writhing, naked women being fucked hard and rough.
I wear earphones to hide what I’m doing from Sarah, but also to drown out any noises from outside, in case she’s whispering evil, tempting things through the door.
I stroke my fist up and down my rock-hard shaft. It takes too fucking long because none of these videos does it for me.
But as soon as I imagine Sarah’s red lips around my cock, cum boils in my balls, and I shoot ropes of it onto my own shirt.
Jesus, what’s wrong with me? I didn’t even remember to prepare some tissue to catch my cum? I haven’t made that mistake since I was fifteen.
I pace into the en-suite bathroom to clean myself up. After that, with nothing to do, I decide to take a nap. But sleep just won’t come.
So I grab a book from the shelf. The Tattoo History Source Book. It’s a collection of historical records about tattoos, dating back from ancient times, all the way to the present. I’ve been meaning to finish the book, and seeing as I have time now …
Soon, though, I find that reading just frustrates me. I can’t focus. I’ve been staring at the same illustration for five solid minutes, during which I also haven’t flipped a single page.
All I can think about is Sarah.
I wonder what she’s doing. Is she still sitting in the kitchen? Is she still naked underneath that coat, or has she grown tired of my passive resistance?
My chest burns as I think about her threat to invite some random guy to my house to fuck her. But anger and arousal go hand in hand for someone like me, and Sarah knows that.
I thought knowing her weaknesses was my advantage. I forgot that also means she knows my weaknesses, too.
I throw my book on the floor, where it makes a loud thud at impact. No doubt she hears it, too.
Fuck this.
A warning bell rings in my head, telling me I’m doing the wrong thing.
But my cock still yearns for her, even after I jerked myself off. Thoughts of her swirl in my mind, making no space for anything else.
I unlock the door. I don’t know what I’m going to do. But I can’t hide in my room forever.
At the doorway leading to the kitchen, I stop.
She’s still sitting there, like an obedient little slave. She looks up at me like she’s been expecting me. Her eyes, big and innocent, watch me expectantly. She doesn’t have to say a word. I notice the slight part of her lips and the way her breathing has quickened.
She’s begging me to take her.
Fine, little doll. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I march into the kitchen. Standing behind her, I pull her up to her feet and back against my chest. She gasps in surprise, but she puts up no resistance.
Leaning against the kitchen cabinet, I pull out a knife from the wooden block on the counter.
Sarah
I catch the metallic glint of a blade in my periphery, and my heart starts pounding.
Finally.
I’ve been waiting all morning for Luca to do something. I was starting to think I was wrong about him.
But I’m not.
Now, I know for sure.
Because the way he’s holding me right now, the way he restrains my whole body with his strong arms … I can feel his sexual frustration. The way his hands grab me. The way his fingers dig into my flesh. This is how a tormented man moves.
His chest feels hard and solid against my back. His breath falls softly on my neck, in stark contrast to the roughness of the way he’s holding me. “This is what you want, doll?”
PuppetMaster is back.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispers, tickling my earlobe with every syllable.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” That’s exactly what I want.
“Don’t speak too soon, doll. You have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“You can do anything you want to me, Sir.”
“Anything?” Luca presses the blade of the knife against the front of my coat. Slowly, he drags it up my coat and onto my skin—my clavicle, my neck, my throat.
“Yes, Sir. Anything.” I tilt my head up to give myself more breathing room. The blade is cold and threatening. If Luca’s hand slips, I could bleed.
In this moment, only three things exist: my breathing, the blade, and Luca. My fate is in his hands.
I let out a relieved exhale as Luca drags the blade back down onto my coat. Starting from the top, he cuts the threads keeping my buttons attached to the fabric. By the time he reaches the bottom one, my coat is gaping open, revealing my nakedness.
I cry out as Luca slides himself down the cabinet behind him, taking me down with him. As we sit on the tiled kitchen floor, Luca pulls the coat off my body and yanks me back against his collarbone as he spreads my thighs with his feet. I can feel the regular heartbeat in his chest on my head, and the pulsing of his rock-hard cock on my back. He’s surprisingly calm.
On the other hand, my heart is racing, and my body is shaking—I don’t know if it’s from the cold tiled floor, the sharp kitchen knife, or Luca’s mere presence. My skin prickles as goosebumps appear all over my body.
“Are you scared, doll?” Luca asks. His voice is deep as usual, but today it’s laced with danger and darkness.
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good,” he says cruelly. “Now, tell me. Do you really want me to ruin you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Again, he presses the cold steel blade against my skin and pulls a straight line down from the base of my throat to the juncture of my legs. “Let me get this straight. You’re scared, but you want more?”
“Yes, Sir.” I gasp as the blade grazes over my pussy lips.
“You’re shaking,” Luca says as he wraps one arm around me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I like that. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He rubs my side to soothe me, even as his other hand threatens to make me bleed. This is such a mindfuck.
“Thank you, Sir,” I say in a high-pitched voice I don’t recognize. I’m losing control of my own body.
“Good girl,” Luca whispers softly in my ear, making me shudder.
I cry out as a sharp pain bites my thigh. I look down to see a small, red line on my skin. It’s probably half the length of my pinky. A drop of blood forms where the blade is still pressing into my flesh.
“Changed your mind yet?” Luca asks. From the way his cock is pressing against my back, I can tell that was as exciting for him as it was for me.
“No, Sir. You can do anything you want to me, Sir,” I say breathlessly.
“You’re such a good girl.” Luca throws the knife across the kitchen floor. I can hear it clang against the ceramic tiles. He pulls my hair and moves his hand down to the juncture of my legs. “A good girl deserves a reward.”
“Thank you, Sir.” My core clenches as Luca’s fingers slide over my soaked lips. Yes. Just like that.
Pressing against the hood of my clit, his finger makes lazy circular motions. My body writhes with need, my hips lifting up to meet his touch. But the more I offer myself to him, the more he withdraws.
“Stay still, doll,” he commands.
I tense my muscles. A doll doesn’t move, but a doll also doesn’t feel this singular yearning for one thing that’s just out of reach.
“I said stay still.” Luca lightly slaps my pussy, and I whimper. It’s hard enough to sting, but the sting is quickly replaced by bristly heat that spreads through my center.
He’s stolen me away, kept me virtually prisoner, tied me up, and inflicted pain on my body. But I know I need to try harder. I want to please him.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say.
“That’s okay. Just listen when I tell you to do something,” he says before his fingers play with my folds again, sliding up and down smoothly, aided by my slick wetness.
He
slides two long, graceful fingers inside me, filling me up. My arousal builds up higher and higher as Luca’s thumb finds my clit. He finger-fucks me harder and harder, until my head slides up his chest with every thrust.
“Can I please come, Sir?” I ask.
In response, Luca pulls his fingers out of me and slaps my pussy again.
I gasp and cry out, more from the surprise than the pain. I lift my gaze up to look at him.
“Sure, you can come,” he says. “I just wanted to do that first.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Luca continues to finger-bang me, his thumb rubbing insistently on my clit. But this time, he wraps his hand around my neck, restricting my movements. He whispers, “Come all over my fingers. I want to feel you come.”
When the waves of my climax wash over me, I can only shudder in Luca’s firm embrace. I close my eyes and let warmth spread throughout my body. “Thank you, Sir.” I say as my extremities tingle.
When Luca pushes me off him onto the floor and gets up to his feet, my heart jumps with excitement. But instead of getting on top of me and having his way with me, Luca wordlessly walks away, leaving me lying on the floor.
I’m dirty, breathless, naked, sweaty, I’m bleeding a tiny bit, and my face is probably flushed red.
Why has he left? I know at first he didn’t want to do this, but we were in the middle of something. Walking away just like that was bad manners.
Still, that was a total rush. My anxieties have melted away and momentarily, at least, my mind is a serene oasis.
Luca
I rush out of the kitchen as soon as I realize what I was about to do to Sarah.
Reaching the end of the hallway and entering my bedroom, I slam the door shut. Cold sweat oozes out of my skin, and my heart is wreaking a havoc in my chest.
I can’t believe I finger-fucked her. So much for my self-restraint. I thought I was stronger than this.
The moment her face contorted into a picture of sheer ecstasy replays on my mind.
Her eyebrows were squeezed close together in concentration. Her eyes were open but they were vacant. Her lips were parted … which made me want to jam my hard, throbbing cock in there.
I knew she would’ve enjoyed that, and I definitely would’ve enjoyed that.
Her little body shook in my arms. She’d given up control over her body and let me take charge.
A million dirty thoughts flashed in my head. Lurid images of the horrible things I wanted to do to her.
Luckily, just as I was about to pounce on her, I snapped awake.
This isn’t right, the annoying voice in my head said.
Fuck! I was so close. I can’t believe that just happened.
Frustration frazzles my nerves. My cock is still hard as stone. I was about to fuck her like the needy, submissive slut she was, and now I’m stuck with my hand and some Internet porn—again.
You were about to “fuck her like the needy, submissive slut she was,” I hear the gloomy, annoying voice again. Is that how you talk about someone you care about?
Horror spreads across my chest.
I know she wanted it. She didn’t make that a secret. But that doesn’t make it right. I should’ve known that.
Sarah
I only see Luca the next morning.
He must’ve spent about twenty hours inside his bedroom, but he doesn’t look well-rested at all. If anything, he appears scraggy. He’s clean shaven, but his eyes are bloodshot and stuck in a permanent glare.
No matter how many questions I ask, I don’t get an answer today. Not even a single grunt.
When he drops me off in front of the animal clinic, he just waits silently, both hands on the steering while, until I step out of the car.
“See you later.” I watch him for a few seconds, waiting for a response, but he stays silent. I close the car door and he drives away.
I sigh as I unlock the front door of the animal clinic.
It’s okay. Sooner or later, he’ll have to start talking again.
But I’ll have to admit … Usually, I don’t think about a man after we’ve done the deed.
One time. No feelings, no attachments, no mess. That’s how I’ve always done it.
I haven’t stopped thinking about Luca, though. I want him so badly I’m dying for an encore—that’s never happened before. Not in a long time.
The only person I’ve ever been with more than once (other than Luca, obviously) is my first boyfriend, Martin.
And today, by some freak coincidence, Martin shows up at the clinic. He brings me my first patient of the day, a happy little Maltese puppy who’s due for his injections.
“Hey, how have you been?” Martin asks as he steps inside my examination room and put the puppy on the table.
The guy’s visibly uncomfortable. He probably wishes he lived in a larger city right now so he’d be able to just start going to a stranger’s clinic instead of having to see an ex-girlfriend from the depths of his awkward, deeply embarrassing teenage days.
“I’m doing okay.” I give him a polite smile as I pet the furry ball of energy on the stainless-steel table. Just to fill the silence, I say, “Obviously, things suck because my brother’s gone. But all things considered, I’m doing okay.”
“That’s good to hear. I’m so sorry about Peter,” Martin says.
As we trade empty words, I wonder what I ever saw in Martin.
When we were younger, being around him felt like magic. Now, whatever we used to have is gone.
I give the puppy his injections and send Martin on his way. I don’t even care that he doesn’t ask for my number.
To think that I used to care about every little thing that had anything to do with Martin. I used to write our every interaction in my diary, and I used to spray his perfume on my pillow so I could imagine I was sleeping by his side.
Luca was right about me seeking him out for that first tattoo and one-night stand. I was grieving for my grandmother. And at about the same time, Martin had just dumped me for being a prude.
I laugh to myself at the memory.
I wasn’t a prude. It was just that the sex, without any kinky elements or newness, was getting boring, and Martin used to call me weird for suggesting anything wilder than missionary or the odd doggy-style. Naturally, I lost interest.
As Brian continues to send more patients into the exam room, I start to understand how Peter managed to run this clinic up until the very end. There’s only one other vet working here—his name’s Paul—but we haven’t talked much beyond basic introductions because he’s usually working when I’m not.
From what I can tell, though, toward the end, Peter was pretty hands-off with everything, which means that Paul and Brian must’ve worked overtime to cover his portion of the work.
I should remind myself to give them large bonuses if the clinic brings in enough money to turn a profit come holiday season.
At the end of the day, just as I start to get ready to leave the clinic, my mom barges into the exam room.
“I hear you’ve been spending a lot of time with that … tattooed man,” she says as soon as the door swings open. The way she spits out the last two words makes me feel like she originally wanted to say something more offensive.
That’s just like her. No calls; no warnings. She just shows up everywhere, unannounced and uninvited.
“What’s it to you?” I ask, lifting my gaze from the stack of documents on the desk.
“I hear you’ve been living with him. Is that true?”
“Maybe.” I pick up the yellow folder I was reading and continue going through the pages.
“Sarah, this is not the big city. People talk here.” Mom marches across the room and snatches my folder to get my attention.
“Oh. Right. Sorry I don’t hide it as well as you hide your drug habit.” I stare flatly right at her.
Mom’s eyes flicker with doubt. I know this look. She’s considering whether to continue attacking me or to change tactics and star
t defending herself.
“You can’t trust that man.” Mom puts on a concerned face.
Luca’s not my best friend or anything, but I’d trust him over my mom any day of the week. At least I know he’s got my brother’s and my best interests at heart, even if he tends to be heavy-handed in how he shows he cares.
But, okay. I’ll bite.
“Why?” I ask.
“I’m your mom. Just trust me. That man is not to be trusted with anything.”
I shake my head. “Why don’t you like seeing me get along with anybody? Do you always have to try and ruin everything good in my life?”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Sarah,” she says dismissively. “I wouldn’t bother telling you if I didn’t care about you. I didn’t have to come and let you know you may be in danger.”
“What are you talking about, Mom?” I ask with an exhausted sigh. “I can’t just blindly accept your accusation if you don’t give me any proof.”
“You’re my blood, Sarah. Would I lie to you?”
“Mom, you disowned me years ago, remember?”
“Stop being so dramatic, Sarah. I said some things when I was angry, and I didn’t mean them,” she says. “The point is, you should stay away from that man if you know what’s good for you. I’ve already warned you. If something happens, remember that I tried warning you.”
“Something like what?” I give my mom a blank stare. I’m not letting her get to me.
“I swear sometimes you’re too stubborn for your own good. If you want to be safe, stay away from that man,” she says ominously.
“Yeah, I’m going to need more details than that.”
She meets my gaze and puts the yellow folder back on the desk. “Ask him where he goes in the middle of the night.”
And then, just as abruptly as she arrived, she leaves.
Luca
When I drive up to the animal clinic, Sarah isn’t waiting outside as usual. The light in the clinic is still on, so she’s probably not done yet.
As I turn off the ignition, relief fills my chest. She’s not done yet. This is going to buy me a few more minutes.
I still don’t know what to do with that girl. I should’ve stayed to soothe her after what I did to her in the kitchen. That would’ve been the right thing to do.
But I couldn’t stay another second around her. I’d explode, and she’d get caught in the blaze.
