Anything For Him

by Lily Harlem

  My stomach clenched as I opened the attachment. It was a video, and instantly I recognised the setting. The dull, dishwater colours, the single bare bulb overhead and one table with thin legs standing in the middle. It could only be Liuz’s room.

  From my speakers there was a sudden knocking and Liuz, with his back to me, stood and moved to the door.

  Of course I knew what he looked like, but still, the image of his long, golden back, shirtless and disappearing into those worn jeans, had my stomach clenching with desire. I sat heavily on my chair and turned up the volume on my computer.

  He opens the door and I spot a section of my face beyond his shoulder. My mouth flattened nervously and the big, painted-on eyes on the blindfold look comical and creepy all at the same time.

  He grabs my wrists, and my lips part in surprise as I’m tugged into the room and the door shuts. My bag falls to the floor.

  He speaks in a low murmur and I reply. His hands fiddle with the tightness of the material bound around my head. My scalp prickles now at the memory and instinctively I smooth my hair over the crown of my head.

  Still I can’t see his face, but I remember our conversation about the stop word. I hear myself repeat ‘Kilimanjaro’ as my chin is caught in his big hand. His head dips and I know he is kissing me, hot and hard. I remember his taste, smoky and sinful, infused with potent maleness. I lick my lips, seeking for a lingering trace of his flavour. Of course, I don’t find it.

  His hands roam my body, and I mesh my fingers in his hair. Sitting in my office now, I can’t help but tweak my clit through my pyjama pants and my breaths catch in my throat. This is even better than I could have ever imagined. He’d caught our whole, seedy encounter on film. This was going to be masturbation fodder for years to come.

  ‘This way, slut, come this way.’

  Oh, how I loved his voice and the way he spoke to me.

  I stumble forward and he walks, back to the camera, right up to the table. When he reaches it I see how the angle of the lens is set low, so that when I bend over I’m the main part of the frame. The top of the screen stops just above his nipples. His facial features have still not graced the image he’s sent me.

  ‘That’s it, now spread your legs.’

  I do as he asks without hesitation. A small part of me knows I should feel ashamed, dirty, but I don’t. Instead, I watch with fascination as he binds me to the table, his arms and busy fingers securing me for his ministrations. I know what’s coming next, but still, excitement buzzes through me.

  Although the light is dim I can make out the whiteness of my fingernails as I clutch the rim of the table, my head turning as I try and follow Liuz’s movements through the sounds he makes – his clothes, his footsteps, his breaths.

  He’s back between my legs. I’m wriggling and groaning.

  ‘Keep still.’ He yanks at my thong. ‘Keep still. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pussy to play with. I’m going to take my time.’

  ‘Please, Liuz, I –’

  A sudden sharp slap snaps from the screen. I jolt in my chair, remembering the sting across my left buttock. It comes back now, a sizzling sensation my nerves are loath to forget.

  ‘Ow!’

  ‘Ah, Aniolku, you know I will give you what you need, so be a good girl for me. Be a good little slut.’

  His face is just out of shot when finally he slides his fingers into my pussy.

  ‘Ah, yes, so slutty and wet, you are such a rude girl, begging for my fingers. Well here, take more.’

  I watched, fascinated as his hand and fingers appear and disappear between my legs. Squelching noises add to the erotic image and I can’t help but wish I was back there, feeling him doing it to me all over again.

  ‘No, don’t touch yourself. Keep fucking still.’ He withdraws his fingers, steps away for the briefest of moments. Then he is back, holding something long and dark green.

  It’s the damn cucumber he fed me.

  ‘Condom,’ I gasp.

  He laughs. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary just yet.’

  Where his fingers had entered me moments ago, now the cucumber presses forward. I arch my back, raise my chin to the ceiling, my jaw slack. My unseeing eyes stare at the camera. Soon the cucumber is more than halfway into my pussy and I’m panting and my body is still and tense.

  He moves in front of me, his torso slipping between me and the lens for a split second like a black shadow.

  Then I see his beautiful cock for the first time. He’s holding it in his hand, his palm lazily smoothing up and down the erect shaft. The head is thick and domed. A deep, finger-sized trench circles the glans and his slit is large, the colour of blood.

  ‘Now open your mouth.’

  I do as he asks but jerk my neck when his cock brushes my lips.

  ‘No, keep still.’ He grabs for my head, blocking out some of the image with his long, hair-coated forearms. ‘Open wide and take a deep breath. You said you wanted me to imagine your mouth was my hand and now that’s going to be your reality.’

  He shunts in. My body jars then braces. The cucumber bobs as I clench around it.

  ‘Oh, fuck. You’re gonna get it so good, so fucking good.’

  He sets up a wild rhythm, hissing obscenities at me as he thrusts. Before long his climax claims him. I see myself struggling: for air and not to choke on his cum.

  ‘You suck dick well.’ He releases my head, withdraws and moves away.

  I know what’s coming next.

  The damn cucumber.

  A tirade of emotions tumble through me as I watch him fuck me with the long fruit, then pull it out and, with a small pen knife, he chops off chunks which he then feeds to me.

  I gobble it up, greedy for the moistness on my tongue. I see him lift slivers up and out of the frame, toward his own mouth.

  I’m eating the very thing that had just penetrated my pussy. It’s coated in my creamy desire. I had no clue about it at the time. I just wanted everything he gave me.

  He is back behind me, his dick hard and thankfully sheathed in a condom.

  With one devastating thrust he gains entry. I cry out on the screen. In my office I gasp. It was a brutally fast and hard penetration, but it gave me such exquisite pleasure.

  He tells me to be quiet. I moan a response. He grabs my hair and pulls my neck and spine into an unnatural position. Pistons in and out of me like a man possessed.

  Then, for the first time ever, I watch myself climax.

  My entire body tightens. My feet and toes lift off the floor as much as their binds will allow and my hips snap back for more depth. My hands grip the table and my mouth opens wide. With each pound my breasts shunt forward, the soft flesh jiggling and my nipples straining beneath the material of my top.

  I call out. It’s a wild, guttural noise that could be interpreted as extreme discomfort or ecstatic pleasure.

  He carries on fucking me. ‘This was how you wanted it, remember.’

  ‘Yes, yes.’

  His deep groan mixes with the sound of his thighs slapping onto the backs of mine.

  ‘So fucking filthy, you’re a whore.’

  He hits my buttock with the palm of his hand. A fast blur of light on the screen. I jerk away then cry out as another orgasm besieges me.

  Finally Liuz comes. ‘Tak, oh fuck, you’re milking me so damn hard.’

  As I watch him stiffen and put all his considerable muscle into ramming his dick forward, another small orgasm grabs me now. I lift my ass from the office chair. The image before me and the stimulation of my finger pressing against the seam of my pants is enough to create a tight little climax that drags a gasp from my chest.

  The screen freezes on an image of me with my face twisted towards the camera. My mouth is open loosely as I pant for breath and pinch the table. Those damn drawn-on, unblinking eyes mock me.

  I give a shaky sigh and close the attachment. But not before saving it into a special folder.

  I hit reply.

  ‘Morni
ng, Liuz. Thank you for the present, it was very thoughtful of you. Watching you fuck my pussy made me hot and wet all over again.’ I paused, wondering how to word the rest of the email. ‘I especially liked sucking your dick, how you held my head and spurted your thick spunk down my throat. You said you wanted to do it again, several times – when?’

  I hit send. Instantly, I regretted the last word. It was so needy, so demanding, exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t be. But what could I do about it? I was needy. So needy that I didn’t think I could breathe let alone function without seeing him again today.

  ‘I have important business to tend to this afternoon. Perhaps tonight we could explore your slutty tendencies further.’

  My heart soared and a bubble of triumph lurched through me. It was just as I had thought. He hadn’t done fucking me last night. He did still want me. Wanted to bury his dick in my slutty pussy.

  ‘I’m working to a deadline,’ I typed back. ‘Got an editor breathing down my neck. So I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it.’ I hit send and congratulated myself on my nonchalant response.

  ‘You will,’ he replied instantaneously.

  * * *

  Quickly, dressed in jeans, a thick black sweater, and boots that would keep me dry if the clouds had a mind to release rain on me again, I wound a dark-grey scarf around my neck and the lower half of my face, and then jammed on a matching beanie hat. As the sun was shining despite the time of year, I wouldn’t look too out of place wearing sunglasses, but even if I did, I couldn’t risk being spotted. Not when I was going to stake out Liuz’s place and follow him if he left his flat to attend to his important business. I was a pro at this, could stand or sit in the shadows for hours if I had to. He’d come out eventually, and even if I had to wait until nightfall, I’d do it.

  With sandwiches for lunch, a cold salad for dinner, and my camera packed inside my rucksack, plus snacks and drinks to keep hunger at bay in between meals, I left my place and headed for the bus stop. I had a purpose and was smug to note my stride was no-nonsense, that I must look as though, if approached, I’d bite someone’s head off. The burn of his arrogant ‘You will’ was giving me the courage and determination to see this through. I wanted to find information about Liuz, have something on him that I could whip out and slap him with if the time came that he made it clear he’d finished playing with me.

  He’d stop playing with me when I said so, and only then.

  The bus arrived in a short time, trundling along as though overburdened by the many passengers it carried. I’d left my place when people would be travelling to work; all the better to blend in with the crowd. I peered through the windows as the doors opened with a feral hiss, seeing that I’d have to stand and hold the handrail on my journey to Brixton. That was OK, I could deal with anything the mood I was in.

  Once on the bus, I wedged myself between an overweight businessman who smelled like day’s-old body odour, and a spindly woman who looked like she’d fall over if the wind decided to blow on her. It wasn’t the best of journeys, but needs must. I had one day to complete this mission and dig up information before reality set in and I returned to doing my real job.

  At the stop close to Liuz’s house, I stepped off the bus and walked down his street, careful to keep close to the fences and gates outside the properties. Just past his flat was a wide-trunked oak, broad enough for me to hide behind, and a line of cars parked close to the kerb. As I passed his window on the left, I glanced the other way, ensuring he’d only see the back of my head should he happen to be looking out onto the street. I had a rough idea of the times he was at home from the email conversations we’d had, and he was definitely a creature of habit. He would be home now, and in around an hour he would go out, or, if he didn’t go out, he worked or did whatever the hell he did because his emails usually stopped. They started again two hours later, so I prepared myself for a bit of a wait until he left his flat.

  Situating myself behind the oak, I pressed against it and peered around the side. I had the perfect view of his window and the bushes beneath. I could only hope the neighbours around here weren’t the kind to telephone the police to report a loiterer. I really didn’t need that. I eyed the area and realised no one would give much of a shit about me being out here squashed against a tree. Each house appeared to be the same as the one Liuz lived in, all with multiple bell buttons beside the front doors. I suspected students and single people occupied the premises.

  I wasted about half an hour scoping the street, noting alleys between houses I could duck down if I needed to make myself scarce. Many had chest-high refuse bins backed up to the walls, and that suited me just fine. I could crouch beside them and be totally out of sight. I nodded, pleased that my surroundings were in line with any eventuality that might crop up, and swung my rucksack off my shoulder in order to pull out an apple. Eating would waste another ten minutes or so – that’s if I could stomach it. My heart rate had picked up as thoughts of Liuz leaving his home weaved through my mind.

  I could do this. I did this kind of thing all the time. I just happened to be intent on following someone who might recognise me and wonder what the hell I was doing following him. Breaking the rules.

  My sunglasses pinched the bridge of my nose. Reluctant to take them off but unable to stand the irritation, I stuck them in my jacket pocket. I bit into the green apple. Juice squirted out and hit me in the eye. I stifled a squeal and bunched my eyes shut, rubbing the sting away with my knuckles. I should have kept the bloody glasses on. I chewed and swallowed, my appetite for eating suddenly gone, and opened my eyes to look around for a nearby rubbish bin. To my right, a dog waste bin hung lopsided from a lamppost, but the good citizen in me wouldn’t allow for dumping my apple in there. I hunkered down and opened my bag, rummaging about for one of the spare sandwich bags I’d packed. Putting the apple inside and securing my rucksack, I stood upright and swung it onto my back before looking over at Liuz’s window.

  He was staring out. Right at me.

  Shit! No sunglasses!

  I jumped. Surely he couldn’t see me here behind the tree. Only part of one eye was showing, a sliver of the side of my face. Nerves dancing in my belly, I eased right out of sight, put my glasses back on, and inhaled deeply. It was OK. He hadn’t seen me, I was sure of it. And if he had, it wouldn’t look like me anyway. I’d purposely dressed unladylike. I could be one of many students who undoubtedly lived in these parts, a wacky one who thought nothing of standing behind trees with their day’s meals in their rucksack.

  With that thought in mind, I inched my face to the side again. Liuz wasn’t at the window, and I sighed out my relief. Then sprang back in alarm as he breezed past me down the street, head bent low, hands in black jacket pockets. The jacket hem covered his ass, but I still imagined the swell of it beneath, how it would look, snugly encased in dark denim. Preoccupied with gawping at him, I lost concentration and my foot slipped off the curb behind me, stuck fast between the curb and a car tyre. My ankle twisted. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself screeching from the sharp pain and turned to watch him walking away. He strode at a pretty fast clip, and I needed to get my foot free fast if I were to keep up with him before he went out of sight.

  Steeling myself for more pain, I wiggled my foot loose and tested how my weight felt on my ankle. It wasn’t too bad, so I lightly limped after him, keeping a good distance so that if he looked back I could slink out of sight down an alley. He reached the end of the road; then glanced left and right before crossing over the intersection ahead. I pursued, adrenaline swirling through me at the thought of finally finding out something different about him.

  We walked through the streets until he took a left at some wastelands and tromped over rough grass that reached his knees in places. On the other side stood some warehouses, not abandoned by the look of them but very much in use. I hesitated to follow, because if he glanced over his shoulder now, I’d be fully exposed. What else was I supposed to do, though? I’d have to take
the risk.

  I reached halfway across the wastelands and started to breathe a little easier, thanking God or whoever happened to give a damn that he hadn’t snuck a glance behind him. He still had his head bent and hands in his pockets, as though he was so deep in thought he wouldn’t hear the rustle of the grass as I tried to walk quietly anyway. What was on his mind?

  Another couple of minutes’ walk saw him entering the site of the warehouses. He clearly knew where he was going, because he lifted his head and strode with purpose, shoulders straight, hands now swinging by his sides. I drew up behind him as close as I dared, not wanting to get lost in this rabbit warren of pathways between buildings.

  He walked up to a grey steel effort with red-painted double doors. Before entering, he looked left and right again, appearing up to no good in my eyes. I’d seen this kind of behaviour before when trailing some drug dealers. They all did that left-to-right thing, and they all rolled their shoulders before entering a building, just like Liuz was doing now.

  The door closed behind him with a loud clang, and I waited a few seconds before pushing it open. Slowly. Who knew what lay behind those doors? A wide open space where I’d be seen easily or a small office with some woman sitting behind the desk I’d have to explain myself to? I couldn’t think about that now; I’d deal with whatever presented itself to me once I stepped inside.

  Do it. Go in.

  I obeyed my inner voice and eased inside. Bright halogen lights illuminated the place, making me squint from the glare. Cardboard boxes, taped closed, stood in stacks, creating aisles in between, right down to the far wall. Closer to me, some were open, white polystyrene beans hiding the contents. To my right, a dirty, rusty steel shelving unit around six-foot wide and just as tall held more boxes, smaller ones with no labels that could hold anything from knick-knacks to mobile phones. It was clearly a storage unit, although where the hell Liuz had gone was anyone’s guess.

  I stepped forward cautiously, nerves biting my innards, my hands shaking just a little. I was nervous, no denying it, but curiosity prompted me to walk down one of the aisles. The boxes either side of me were stacked so high I couldn’t see over the top, which thankfully meant if Liuz was on the other side he couldn’t see me. The problem was, the aisles were pretty long, so I risked being seen if he walked across either end. I tiptoed on, each step measured and careful so I didn’t create any noise. I couldn’t afford to make even the quietest of scuffles.