The Key

Trigger Warning

This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual activities, perceived sexual violence and forced sexual interactions.

Please read at your own discretion.

I start awake. Was I even sleeping? Uggh. This night is just never ending. I haven’t had a decent sleep in what feels like forever. Looking at the clock I notice it’s only 2:37 a.m. I’ve only been in bed for a couple hours. Through the slightly ajar bedroom door, I hear a chair being pulled across the tiled kitchen floor. A beam of light moves across the threshold. Taking a deep breath, I listen for other sounds. Was that the sofa cushions being moved? What the…? There’s someone in my apartment.  Oh my god, what do I do?  I pull the blankets up tighter contemplating my next action.  I can’t stay here. I refuse to be one of those girls who waits under the blankets for the rapist or serial killer to find them.

I quietly throw aside the blankets, silently putting my feet on the floor. I decide to forgo slippers or shoes, they’ll make unnecessary noise. I tip toe to the door, and slowly put one eye to the space between the door and the frame. I can’t see anything. There are not any out of place sounds. Did whoever was here, leave? Was there really ever anyone here? Slowly, I inch open the door. Thankfully, my landlord keeps everything in my apartment in top shape and the hinges don’t creak as I push the door with one finger.

Letting out the breath I was holding, I listen again, still not hearing anything new. I inhale deeply a few times, strengthening my resolve. Placing my head outside the door, I look left, then right. I can’t see anything in the open concept living area. The light from the streetlight outside the balcony door isn’t enough to define anything. Everything seems lumpy and indistinguishable. But I know. I can feel it inside every fiber of my being. There is somebody here.

I take the first step outside the door. Walking gently, I move through the living area to the kitchen where I heard the first noise. As I move closer to the source of the muted light, my eyes adjust to the dark and objects become clearer. Sitting at my kitchen table is a man in a dark suit. His face is in shadows, but he’s tall and I can tell he’s built well. He knows how to handle himself. His relaxed manner says he feels he belongs here. His hands are gently clasped in his lap. One ankle resting on the opposite knee. He’s looking directly at me. I stop in my tracks, frozen. Although I’m not really scared. He hasn’t given any sign that he has intention to harm me. Besides being in my apartment uninvited.

“I think you’re in the wrong apartment,” I say meekly.

“No, I think I’m definitely in the right place.” He replies huskily. His eyes roaming over my body. I look down to see that I’m wearing what I always wear to bed. Nothing. Isn’t that just great? Brave enough to check what the noise is, but not smart enough to get dressed. I blush bright red, but feel my nipples harden under his gaze. I abruptly cover my breasts, crossing my legs like a child doing a dance intended to eliminate the need to pee.

“You don’t seem to mind my presence,” he states, cocking his head to the side. “And please don’t cover yourself on my behalf. I enjoyed you better,” he takes a breath as if contemplating his next words, “exposed”, he finally declares.

Oh, that voice. It’s pure velvet. I feel the blush spreading down my neck into my chest. The flush warming me from the inside out. I take a step backwards not understanding my reaction to this stranger but feeling highly uncomfortable. But not afraid. That concerns me the most. I once read that when you know your time on this planet is over and you move onto whatever is after this life, you become at peace with it. All fear melts away. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I sure hope that’s not what this is.

Steeling my spine, I raise my chin a little, trying to look confident. “Do you need something? I certainly don’t know you and I have not invited you in.”

I take another step backwards, trying to put some distance between us for two reasons. First, I need to find something to cover myself with. It’s remarkably embarrassing, not to mention distracting, to stand in front of a stranger naked. Especially not knowing who he is or why he’s here. Second, I may be able to run to my room, lock the door and call the police. That should be enough time to give me a fighting chance, should I need it.

“How did you even get in here? I know I locked the door; I always lock the door”. I’m taking small steps now, making sure that I’m maintaining eye contact.

“Yes, the door was locked. And yes, you are a very diligent girl, but I have a key.” His voice sounds like thunder in the quiet of my apartment. He holds up the single key as proof of his declaration.

 Finally making it to the edge of sofa, I reach out to grab the throw I keep there for cold days. My fingers clutch the throw. As I’m lifting it, hoping to wrap it around myself the mysterious intruder stands unexpectedly, his voice booming, “STOP!”

I drop the blanket, standing abruptly, my hands falling to my sides, taking another step backward before I can think better of it. My heart is pounding in my chest so hard I can hear it in my ears. The rush of blood betrays my apprehension, as I can feel my pulse beating in my neck, and I’m sure he can see it. He can definitely see the slight tremor in my body. I take another step backwards, getting ready to run.

“I said STOP!”

I pause in my attempt to take another step. The need to flee and survive making it hard to keep myself where I am, even though my brain is screaming at me to listen to this man. He’s holding all the cards. He knows it, I know it. I’m tiny in comparison to him. Naked and afraid. He’s tall, broad shouldered and all masculine. I still haven’t gotten a good look at his face, but I know it is full of sharp angles, defined cheekbones and a slight scruff.

He takes another step towards me and my resolve breaks completely. I turn and move as fast as I can, trying to make it to my room. My legs get tangled in my haste and I fall with a hard thud to the floor. The air I was holding gets thrown from me in a whoosh. I fight to take my next breath.

Slowly, hands are grabbing my arms. Pulling me up, he places my wrists behind my back, holding both tightly in one of his large hands. I struggle against his grip, trying to break away. It’s no use. He’s just too strong and I’m in no position to win this battle. I’m still having a hard time getting a full breath. I wasn’t scared before, but now I’m terrified.

“You really need to learn to listen little one. We’ll work on that.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper through choppy gasps. I fight back tears. Crying has never helped anybody.

“Shhh, beautiful girl. Tonight, will not be about pain,” he whispers in my ear. His mouth so close, I can feel my hair shifting with each of his breaths. I shiver against his hard chest. My breath is coming in and out, shallow and choppy. “Relax, little one. I’m going to let you go. You’re going to turn around and stay exactly where you are.” I nod my head to let him know I understand. “I need your words,” he says to me quietly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He takes a step away from me, slowly releasing my wrists. I rub each one briefly, failing in my attempt to erase the feeling of his hand holding me. Dropping my arms, I slowly turn around. Just then the overhead light turns on, making me squint. The light is blinding. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and when I open them fully, he’s not there.

I look around frantically, looking for the late-night interloper. He’s standing against the wall, his finger still on the light switch. I want to move, to cover myself, to do anything, but I don’t know how he’s going to react. I look at him, and gasp. This man is exquisite. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he screams power and masculine dominance. His face could make angels weep and demons cry. But what makes his presence overwhelming is his piercing blue eyes. They remind me of a wolf or some giant raptor. It’s as if he can sense my smallest movements and read my thoughts. He pushes himself from the wall, walking slowly toward me as one might a small frightened animal. Which is exactly how I feel right now. I feel the tremor I wasn’t aware of come to a full shake. I’m vibrating so much my teeth are chattering and I feel like I can’t breathe again. God, please let me make it through this.

I watch with apprehension as he stalks over to me. Once in front of me, he just stands there, looking at every inch of me. He slowly walks behind me, and I fight the incessant need to turn around and see what he’s doing.

“What do you want? Please, I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know who you are. If you just leave, I promise I won’t call the police. Just please, don’t hurt me.” I plea.

“I already told you, tonight is not about pain.” He says sharply, coming to stand in front me once more.

“What is it about, then?” I whisper. I’m terrified to look up at him. I don’t want to see the truth in his eyes. With one finger he lifts my chin. But I still keep my eyes down and averted.

“Look at me!” he demands, tightening his grip. Slowly I raise my eyes. He’s almost too close and I want to take a step back but stop myself. He takes his time studying my face and I try to study his. His eyes are almost an external light. The blue is so bright that it seems they are piercing my soul. He removes my chin from his grip and takes a step back. Turning around he unsnaps his cuff links and places them in his jacket pocket. Next, he removes his jacket, folding it gently and places it on the back of the sofa. Rolling his shirt sleeves, he turns to me.

“Tonight, is about pleasure. All of it yours, but hopefully some will be mine. But that depends on you. Let me explain,” he continues, lifting a finger when I start to interrupt. “I’ll give you time to ask questions. Just be a good girl and stand there very quietly, looking right at me. Don’t let those pretty eyes lose sight of me.” He walks over to a bag sitting on the floor by the chair he occupied at the table. Squatting down he unzips the bag and pulls out a length of red rope. “I don’t plan to fuck you. I don’t plan to touch you with anything more than my mouth and my hand,” he holds up his right hand as if to show me. Walking back to me he continues, “You are going to sit on the edge of the couch, with your feet planted on each side of your bottom. Legs spread, leaning back against the cushions. You are going to hold onto your ankles with your hands. If you move, let go, close your legs or refuse to follow the directions exactly as I have given them, I will tie you to the couch, and continue with my plans anyway. Do you understand so far? Nod for yes, shake your head for no. I do not want to hear you until I have given you permission to speak. Breaking that rule will have far worse consequences than the bite of my rope.”

I nod my head once. I’m making some weird noise that I’ve never heard before and wasn’t aware I could make. It’s somewhere between a keening and a whimper. Tears are free falling down my face now. I can’t stop them.  During high emotional events, my eyes have a mind of their own.

Taking a step back, he holds his hand out to his side, indicating where he wants me to sit. I sit gingerly on the edge of the couch. Taking a deep breath, I pull my legs up, placing each foot beside my ass. I grab my ankles and stop. I can’t open my legs. I just can’t. It’s so embarrassing. What does this man want?

“This is the last warning I will give you about following my directions, little one. Either open your legs now or shake your head to let me know you want me to use the rope.”

As much as I don’t want this man to look at my most private parts or to touch me, being tied up would be so much worse. Slowly I open my legs the way he told me. As I’m leaning back against the cushions, he stops me and places a throw cushion behind me, supporting my lower back. What a contradictory action.

“Very nice little one. Your pussy is a beautiful shade of pink. I love what you’ve done with your hair.” He says with a wink. I’ve kept my pussy bald for as long as I can remember. Even though I’ve not been with anyone for a really long time. I find it’s easier to keep clean, and the new hair growth is ferociously itchy.

I flush bright red from his examination. I can feel the heat slowly spreading from my cheeks. But surprisingly, I can also feel his gaze inside me. I can feel the warmth in my stomach and the tingle in my clit that tells me that while my mind thinks this is so very wrong, my traitorous body loves it. I let out a sigh.

“What was that, little one? Did you have something to say?”

I shake my head furiously. Not wanting to incur this man’s wrath.

“Good girl, I haven’t given you permission to speak yet, have I?” he states condescendingly.

 Closing my eyes tight, I listen to my heart thumping in my chest. Minutes pass by and nothing happens. No more words are spoken. He doesn’t move. No more directions are given. I open my eyes and look at him.

“Oh, there you are. I told you to keep your eyes on me, didn’t I, little one?” I nod my head, knowing that I have definitely been caught with my eyes closed.

“What should I do about that?” He asks playfully. I keep my eyes on him as he paces back and forth in front of me. Stopping suddenly, he turns to me and says, “Yes, that will do. Stay there little one and I remind you, keep those eyes on me.”

Walking back to the table he lifts the entire bag and brings it back to the sofa. Placing the bag on the opposite end from me, he digs through until he finds what he is looking for. Standing he pulls out a thin leather handled rod with a black cap on one end. It looks like a pointer that a professor would use in college or university, but all black.

“Do you know what this is?” He asks holding up the tool. Shaking my head, I start to move out of position, but catch myself. Shimmying my butt back into place.

“This is a cane. And yes, it can hurt very much. Keep that in mind. You’ve been warned what will happen if you move,” he clarifies by holding up the rope. “If I find your eyes not on me again, or you speak out of turn, you will take five strokes from this cane, on your rear thighs and another five to your ass. It will hurt and you will not enjoy it. But I will, so please, feel free to be a bad girl.” He says with a lewd smile. I let out a whimper but keep my eyes on him.

“Okay, now you may ask questions, but you only get three. Again, I have some rules. You cannot ask my name, it would be a waste, because I wouldn’t tell you. You cannot ask for me to stop. Again, this would be a waste as I won’t and if you do ask, you know the consequences. No matter what, I will do what I set out to do. Let’s begin. You have three minutes.”

He looks at me directly, waiting for my questions. I only have three. I need to make them count. I have to know why he’s here, who’s send him. That seems most likely. How else would he know about me, where I live? How did he get a key? Oh, so many questions, if only I could ask who he was, maybe then it would make more sense. Questions, questions.

“How do you know who I am?” I ask timidly.

“A good question, little one. I see you every day. I watch you leave each morning and return each evening. I see when you’ve had a date, how long they run. When you go for a run. Who your friends are.”

“So, you’ve been watching me.” I say deadpan.

“Is that a question? If it is, it would suit you to form it as such. And if not, you’ve just broken another rule. Which will it be?”

“A question, it’s a question,” I say hurriedly. “Have you been watching me?”

“Much better. Yes, I have been watching you. For a very long time. I saw you the first day you moved into this apartment. That is how I know you always lock the door. It is also how I knew you would be in bed and that you’ve not been sleeping well lately. I came to help with the last part. That was your second question.”

I let out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a scoff. It is clearly made in disagreement of that being a second question. It’s completely unfair that it even counts. I finish with a good strong eye roll.

“What was that, little one? Did you have something to say?” I shake my head quickly. “Then don’t roll your eyes at me naughty girl, it’s very boorish.”

I stare at him like he’s grown two heads. Who says something like boorish? What kind of word is that? What a strange man.

“It means ignorant, unmannered or uneducated.” He clarifies, as if reading my thoughts. “I know that you are none of the those. Act as such.”

I feel completely chided, like a small child receiving a lesson from a parent. I’ll give him credit though. The language lesson and the questions and answer period has made me completely forget about my nudity and perverse position.

I wrack my brain trying to come up with a good question. One that will help me determine who this is. I don’t think he wants to hurt me, not in the cause bodily harm way. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t live in my building. He’s dressed much too extravagantly to live here. He must work close by.

“You have one-minute left, beautiful girl. Pick well.”

It’s as if the clock on the wall has become increasingly louder with each second. I can hear the tick, tick, tick of each second. Twenty seconds left, ten now. The sound of time against me.

“Why me?” I finally blurt out. “Why me?” I repeat.

“Ah, that is an excellent question, little one. I choose you because you’re beautiful and intelligent. You date enough to know what you don’t like, but not enough to find what you’re looking for. You masturbate regularly and are quite vocal when you climax. You take care of yourself but are polite to your neighbors. You’re a very good girl, and I very much want to make you mine.”

That last part sounds ominous, but on some level, it speaks to my heart. I want to belong to someone. To be claimed inside and out. To know without a doubt that the person I’m with choses me. But this is not what I would have chosen. This man is attractive and obviously has money. He’s well-spoken and sounds like he went to an ivy-league school. He could have anyone, willingly. Why like this?

“So now I have you right where I want you. You’ve asked your questions, but I’m sure you have many more now. Maybe, if you’re a good girl and you do what I have asked of you, I’ll give you a chance to ask them, after. Maybe.”

Placing his pointer finger on my knee, he starts racing small circles. He maintains eye contact with me, daring me to look away but keeping me captivated. His finger slowly starts to inch down my thigh, moving towards the apex of my thighs but just before he makes it to the crease where my leg ends and my vagina begins, he stops and moves his hand to the other side. He starts his tantalizing dance again, making small circles and slowly inching towards my center. This time before he reaches my core, he sinks to his knees and breathes a gentle breath against my awakened skin. His breath moves across my exposed flesh and as I feel the coolness meet my heat, feel my juices slowly trickle out.

Making sure to equal his time between both legs, he dips his head in and slowly runs his tongue up one leg and then down the adjoining. His tease is starting to get to me. I’m almost wanting his hands on me now. I’m having a hard time holding the position. I want to push my pussy against his mouth, his hand, anything to get the ache to stop. But I’m still scared enough to not move. I’ve never been so much as spanked by my parents, never mind anyone else. A cane does not sound fun, and this man is definitely not tying me up.

After repeating his ministrations of touch and breath, he sits back on his heals and looks at my face. “It seems you’re nicely warmed up, little one. Shall I start?” I blush a deeper shade of red, knowing he can see my fluids dripping out of me. I’ve never been so aroused in my life. I know this is wrong, and I shouldn’t want it. This is practically rape. No, it is rape. But it is hot! My head and my body are battling for control, but my body is in the lead.

I become aware of his fingers gently probing my flesh. I’m holding onto my ankles so hard my knuckles have turned white. It’s taking everything I have not to close my legs. With his thumb and forefinger, he separates my flesh. His face is inches from me. He sits there for what feels like a very long time, just looking at my open pussy. I feel another gush of wetness. My traitorous body again in the lead. He moves his face closer to me and I realize he’s smelling me.

He sits back with an audible sigh. Looking up at me one more time, he looks down again stating “I have to taste this pussy. It’s everything I thought it would be.”

Swiftly his mouth covers me. I can feel his lips spreading me open to his tongue. He plunges himself into my pussy, moaning as he tastes my feminine musk. He fucks my hole with his tongue briefly before grabbing my clit with his tongue. He starts flicking his tongue gently, but quickly becomes almost violent.

Spreading my thighs farther apart, he clamps his hands on each thigh, keeping me in place. He licks my pussy in long swipes, starting at my anus and licking all the way to my small nub. I can feel my juices leaking out of me. Still holding one leg, he reaches his other hand between my legs. Using one finger, he starts tracing his finger around my hole. Gently prodding but not entering me. He keeps up this tease until I let out a moan, closing my eyes as they roll into the back of my head.

Snap! I hear the slap to my thigh before I feel it. When I do, it’s like fire has licked the inside of my thigh. I let out a small scream that doesn’t seem overly loud and say a little louder “What the fuck?”

Mr. Penetrating eyes looks like he’s going to spit fire. I can see the anger radiating off him. His face is dark where it is was calm previously. This man before me is much more terrifying then the cool cucumber of minutes ago..

“I’m sorry.” I say quickly. Shit, I spoke again!

“Do you know what you did wrong little one?”

“Yes. Yes, I closed my eyes, then I spoke without permission.”

“Yes, on both accounts. And do you know what is going to happen now beautiful girl?”

“You’re going to hit me, with the cane.” I reply. I’m still holding position, but that’s only because I’m not very smart. A smart girl would have run away a long time ago.

“Correction beautiful girl. I’m going to punish you with the cane. But if you’re a good girl, I will reward you after your punishment has been received. Usually I would allow you to hold yourself in position for a caning, but I don’t think you’ll be able to do it. I’ll give you the choice. I can tie you down with this beautiful rope, or you can try to hold yourself in position. In which case, should you fail, and I’m sure you will, I will tie you down anyway and continue with the punishment. You have two breaches as of right now, but I’ll show you mercy and only punish you for one. So, that will be ten lashes total. Five across the rear of your thighs and five across your oh-so perfect ass. What will it be little one?”

I take a moment to think about it, he’s probably right, I probably can’t hold the position, but I really don’t want him to tie me up. Although I’m still doing as he demands, I am able to fight should I need to. If I’m tied down, I won’t be able to do anything except take whatever he gives me. No, I’ll hold myself.

“I’ll hold the position myself. I don’t want you to tie me up.” I say with much more strength than I feel.

“Okay, little one. I’ll allow you to try. I want you to bend over the back of the sofa. Knees and calves on the cushions, torso and arms over the back. Place your hands as close to the floor as possible.”

I move quickly to do as he demands. Getting myself into position, I try to control my breathing, but eventually just let my lungs do what they want. Maybe if I pass out, he’ll stop. Probably not. Once my hands are flat on the floor, my head hanging between my arms, I feel his hand settle on my back and slowly run lower over my ass to my thighs. Taping them gently he says quietly, “Spread your legs a bit, just enough to keep you balanced. Good. As I said, you’ll receive ten lashes. Five to your rear and five to your thighs. This is a punishment so you cannot stop this. No amount of fighting, kicking, screaming or sobbing will make me stop. You do not have to keep quiet while you are being punished, but if you cover yourself or move out of position, I will tie you up and start again at one. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” I say quickly. I just want to get this over with.

“Okay we’ll begin. One more thing, you need to count each strike. After we have reached ten, you are to stay in position until I release you from it.”

Again, he starts rubbing his hands along my back and ass. Once her reaches my thighs he moves back up. His smooth, gentle massage relaxes me and soon I find myself becoming pliable and almost eager to feel his hand rub back and forth.

Slap. The first strike comes hard against my ass. The pain is excruciating, and I almost lift myself off the sofa to get away. But his hand is there holding my back, keeping me in place.

“What number are we on, little one?”

“One” I say much louder than I thought it would be. I’m a little disoriented and struggling to embrace the pain. The single words comes through clenched teeth.

Smack. This time across my thighs. Oh, the pain. It’s like fire, but I hold myself, tears streaming down my face. “Two.”

“Good girl.” He murmurs, removing his hand.

Smack. Again, across my ass. A different spot, but still just as hard and just as painful. My crying has become a full out blubbering now. “Three.” I manage through choppy breaths.

Snap. The cane connects with both my thighs. Lower than before. This pain is different. It’s sharper but fades quicker and spreads away. “Four.” I whisper through my hiccups.

“I know you’re counting little one, but I can barely hear you. What was that?”

“Four!” I scream at him.

“Much better.”

Smack. I feel lava streak through where my thighs and ass meet. Oh my god. This one takes my breath away and it takes a moment for me to get out “Five.”

“Such a good girl. I must say I’m impressed. You’re handling this much better than I thought you would.”

He starts to rub the areas where he has previously struck. The fire slowly fades until it is almost just a warmth. But I notice something new, the heat is spreading to my core. And I realize I’m aroused, even if I am in pain. What a weird thing to be aroused by.

“We have five left, little one. Because you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to do them fast and get them over with. They are going to hurt more than the last ones, but your reward will be just as intense. You still need to count. Be vocal if you have to, but no words. Are you ready?”

I nod my head. Words are too much right now, anyway. I’m confused, in pain and really not looking forward to the next five lashes. But I refuse to be tied up, and there is no way I can handle starting over again. I can’t see through the tears in my eyes. Saliva is running down my chin. Thankfully my hair is covering my face ad he can’t see just how much of a mess I am.

“Okay, beautiful girl. Here we go.”

He waits a much too long to for my liking, but he was not lying when he aid these ones would hurt worse than the last. The sixth stroke comes hard and fast to the top of my ass, just below my lower back. The sting has me raising up but remembering not to move just before I straighten completely. I grab the bottom of the sofa to keep my hands firmly where they should be.

“SIX!” I scream. It’s almost incomprehensible. I can’t organize my thoughts; all I feel is pain.

Smack, smack, smack.

“Seven, eight, nine.” I whimper breathlessly. My sobs are louder than sound of the cane connecting with my behind. I hurt from my ass to my knees. It feels as if the flesh is split open, my insides escaping. His hand is suddenly on me again, rubbing the lines created from his ministrations. The pain dims to an ache, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“One left, beautiful girl. Do you think you can take it? Would you like me to help you?”

“Help me, help me how?” I squeak.

“Remember even after I’ve finished, you need to hold your position until I release you from it. If you feel like you can’t hold your position, I can hold you in position, if you feel it would help. You’ve done so well, I don’t want to see you give up now, and I’m sure you don’t want to start again.”

“Please no, I can’t do this again. Please help me, please.”

“You ask so politely little one. As you wish.”

Coming to stand beside the end of the sofa, he places his hand on my lower back. Using his other hand, he rubs my ass and thighs a couple times before picking up the cane once again. He stands there, rolling the cane between his fingers for what seems like an eternity. He lowers the cane to my sit spot, just letting it rest there.

“Take a deep breath little one.”

Before I’ve even taken a full breath, the cane connects with my ass so hard, I’m sure I’m bleeding. I feel his hand holding me down, letting me know I tried to get up. He knew I wouldn’t be able to hold the position and gave me the ability to succeed anyway. Why? This is all so fucked up. He rubs the pains away and continue to gently massage my ass until eventually my tears subside, and I’m left with post cry hiccups.

“Stay where you are beautiful girl, I’m just going to get some balm for your very red ass. I must say it looks delicious. Your skin turns a lovely shade of pink from the cane. I’d love to see how you would take a wooden paddle. Relax,” he continues when I stiffen under his touch. “Punishment is over. You were a very good girl and I can’t wait to reward you.”

He removes his hand and walks over to his bag. I can’t see anything from my position but hear him open a container of some sort. When he places his hand back onto my reddened backside, I smell the distinct fragrance of lavender and sigh as the balm he rubs in, cools the heat and smooths the ache. Once all the balm is rubbed in, he walks around in front of me and squats down. Lifting my chin with his finger and thumb he looks into my eyes. Wipes my tears streaked face, he says, “You did amazing beautiful girl. Now for your reward. I want you to turn around, move to the floor and kneel with your knees apart, your hands clasped wrist to elbow behind you. Eyes down, chin up. Any questions?”

I shake my head no and he stands back. I slowly get up, rolling my shoulders and neck to release the tightness created from holding the awkward position for so long. Moving gingerly I step onto the floor and slowly sink to my knees. My rear end connecting with my feet brings a slight tinge of pain with it, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. After spreading my knees slightly, I grasp my hands as he directed and notice how this position forces my breasts out. I raise my chin and lower my eyes.

I see his feet, still in shoes, in my apartment I might add, come into view. Using one foot he separates my legs, tapping each until my knees are spread as far as they can go. My pussy is in blatant display. Not as embarrassing as before though. No, the caning was about as shameful as it gets, in my opinion. Walking behind me, he lowers himself, pressing his front against my back. He stretches his legs out, placing one on each inside of my spread legs, his feet slightly tucking under my legs, holding me open to him. Shifting forward, he wraps one arm around my torso and pulls my body back until I am leaning back against him. I’m stiff and clumsy in my discomfort. This man has been nothing but honest with me, but the punishment and lack of personal connection makes me nervous. Duh, who wouldn’t be nervous.

“Lean back little one. I want you to relax. I know that’s difficult in these circumstances but do your best. I’m going to bring you to climax, with my hands alone, until I’m satisfied that you’re satisfied. You won’t get to decide when that is. Once I’m sure you’re loose and pliable, I am going to put you back on the couch and continue what I was doing before you were so naughty and broke my rules.”

With no further warning his right-hand come up to my mouth. “Open,” he says softly. I do as I’m told and his slips his forefinger into my mouth. “Suck, beautiful girl.” I close my mouth around his finger, coating it with saliva. Once he’s satisfied that his finger is moist enough, he pulls his finger out of my mouth mid suck, creating a popping noise.  Snaking his hand down, he starts caressing and rubbing, moving his hand up and down my thigh. I jumps a little when his left hand come around and slips under my left breast. He grabs my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until it comes to a point. His right hand moves up to the apex between my thighs. Slowly he runs his pre-wettened finger through my slit. “It seems we didn’t need that extra moisture beautiful girl, you’re already wet. Mmm, I love the smell of a wet cunt.” I stiffen at his crass words, but he continues like its nothing. I guess to him it isn’t.

He continues to run his finger up and down my pussy, gathering my juices. His left hand is tugging at my nipple, twisting almost to the point of pain, but it feels so good. The sensation sends shocks of electricity straight to my center. I can hear the wetness as his finger slides back and forth. I let out a sigh against my better judgement. This man knows how to touch me so well. And it’s been so long. I’m almost ready to beg him to make me come, but I don’t know him, and he shouldn’t be here, and that makes me stay quiet. I hate that he can get this reaction from my body without my permission, but I love the undeniable tingle his treatment creates.

Letting go of my left breast he reaches over to my right, continuing his wonderful discovery. He slips one finger into my wet channel, giving me a couple of shallow strokes. Taking his finger out he spreads the moisture to my clit. Squeezing my right nipple and tugging it to the point of pain, he starts rubbing my clit in a frenzy. His motions are jerky and swift, pushing me towards a plateau fast. I get to the top of the crest and just as I’m about to spiral down, he stops. I let out a sound that tells him my disappointment, but he just chuckles, to my chagrin. Moving his left hand back to my other breast, he starts his teasing again. Sliding two fingers into me, he curves his fingers, pushing against my g-spot. His fingers are stroking so perfectly, I find myself grinding against his fingers trying to get them deeper. He stops me by placing his arm hand around my stomach, pulling me tighter against him.

My head is thrown back against his shoulder. My breath is coming out in ragged pants. The sound of his fingers drilling hard into my wet well echoes off the walls. I’m almost there and I know he knows it too. His arm leaves my stomach and his hands circles my throat. I tense a little, but he shushes me gently. With a finger and thumb on each side of my throat, I can feel my blood supply decreasing but I’m so close I don’t care. His fingers push harder into my g-spot and I can’t hold back anymore. Tightening his grip on my throat he speaks directly into my ear.

“Come, beautiful girl, come!”

And I do. I release with a scream and a gush of fluid. I come so hard, I fall forward, lucky he’s able to catch me as my hands are still behind my back. My eyes have rolled to the back of my head and I’m sure I’ll never be able to see straight again. Before I can even come down his fingers are on my clit again. I try to scramble away, as I’m just too sensitive. I’m all for multiple orgasms, but I need time to recover. He has different thoughts. His left hand holds me tight to him, the first two fingers on his right hand seemingly glued to my button. He rubs me until I’m almost in tears, it’s just too much and I’m not sure I can come again so soon. I’m just about to say this when unexpectedly, I come again. This time I hear the splash of liquid as it jets out of me, coating his hand, and I’m sure there’s a decent sized puddle on my carpet.

He rubs me until my orgasm is complete. I’m like jelly in his arms, unable to move on my own accord. Rubbing my shoulders and arms, he slowly rises and moves in front of me. He cleans his fingers off, making exaggerated slurping noises, as if he’s enjoying his first meal in days.

“How are you doing little one?” He asks tenderly. His eyes are still penetrating and invasive, but he looks calm and almost gentle right now. I just smile at him as I’m not sure I can handle forming words. He smiles back at me and his face is transformed. I’m able to see the little boy that he once was. He eyes are almost playful, and he looks much younger. Bending down he helps me get to my feet saying, “Back to the sofa, beautiful girl. You know how I want you.”

Resuming my position, I can’t help but be a little excited. I’m already very satisfied. I could sleep easily. Between the caning and the two orgasms, my mind is pleasantly blissful. I could almost forget that this man is a stranger who broke into my apartment. Almost.

Once again, he kneels in front of me. “We’re going to try something new,” He says while moving my hands up to my knees and pushing my legs back towards my ears. “Much better,” he continues as he shuffles closer to the sofa and buries his face in my pussy, his tongue plunging into me. He fucks me with his tongue before concentrating on my clit. He rubs his tongue around in circles, never touching it directly. Giving me enough to keep me aroused, but not enough to get me to the edge. He starts circling his finger through my folds, moving up and down, side to side, awakening all my nerve endings.

All at once he plunges two fingers into me, once, twice, then he inserts a third. The stretch is delicious. It’ been so long since I’ve been fucked, I just want more. I let out a loud moan as he grabs my nub between his lips, flicking his tongue. He inserts a fourth finger and I let out a sound that can best be described as a growl. I throw my head back and pull my knees tighter against my chest.

“Don’t forget, little one, no moving. We wouldn’t want another punishment, would we?”

I stiffen at his words and shake my head. I’d almost forgotten his rules in the heat of my excitement. His reminder cools me for a moment, but that only spurs him on. He starts fucking me with his fingers faster, harder.  Clamping my button between his teeth, he applies pressure until I let out a squeak. Releasing me, he sits backs, watching his hand pound into me. He looks at me face, I’m sure to make sure I’m watching him, which, you bet your ass, I am.

“Do you want to come beautiful girl? Do you want to squirt your honey all over my face and hand?”

I don’t say anything, I just moan and stare at him with hooded eyes. His other hand connects with my exposed ass. The sound worse than the impact, but enough to remind me of my still welted ass. I let out a hiss and nod my head to inform him that yes, I do want to come.

“Ask me little one. Ask me nicely and I may let you come. If you don’t ask, I’m going to stop right now and leave you a hot, wet mess, aching for a climax, but unable to have one. Tsk, tsk, that would be pitiful.” His hand that slapped me is rubbing the spot in small circles. His other still pushing deep and hard into me. Once again, he latches onto the small pearl at the top of my slit, sucking hard.

It’s taking everything in my power to not buck against him. My whole body is shaking trying to grind his hand against my will. Sweat is running down the sides of my face and my body is shiny and slick. I want to come so bad, but my pride refuses to let me say the words.

Curling his fingers, I feel them connect with my g-spot. The pressure inside me is growing harder to resist. I really don’t want to ask or beg as we both know it is. But I also don’t want to come without his permission. I can’t handle the pain of a cane again. I know I can’t. That was pain like I’ve never felt before. Finally, I know I’m going to come whether I ask to or not and I give in.

“Can I please come?” I scream raggedly, my voice hoarse.

“That was an okay request little one, but you know I want you to beg. You can do better.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but I do as he says. “Please, may I come, please, please. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me come!” He produces a predatory smile and licks his lips.

“Such a sweet offer beautiful girl. Anything. For now, I just want this.” He moves his lips to my clit, holding it between his teeth. He lets go for long enough to say the word I want to hear so bad, “Come.”

He nibbles on my sweet spot one more time, slapping my ass with a loud percussion. The triple whammy is almost too much, I come hard, my vison turning to black.

I start awake. My right hand between my naked thighs, two fingers thrusting deep into my channel. I rub out the final waves of my orgasm and stop moving my hands. Wait. How did I get in my bed? I glance at the clock, 2:37 a.m. What the….?

I jump out of bed and grab my robe. I’m not running out there naked again. I open the door slowly and walk to the dining area. Empty. Sofa, empty. Not a sign of anyone. I check the door, locked, like always. It was all a dream. A weird, wonderful dream. What did I eat? I go back to bed and recall the vivid dream in detail. The handsome stranger, his polite but demanding ways. His punishments and his delicious rewards. My thighs are slick with my moisture, and my vagina is tender. From my own fingers.  I had a wet dream, like a prepubescent boy, I think, laughing out loud. Wow, what a dream. Kind of scary, but now that I know it’s a dream, it was really exciting. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that or make me feel that way. I settle back into my bed, hoping I’ll be able to sleep after such a strange dream.

 To my surprise, I sleep straight through to my alarm at 8:00 a.m. I lay in bed thinking again about the crazy dream I had. I sit up, stretching my arms above me, noticing the slight pull in my shoulders. The flesh between my legs is also tender, but I know what that’s from.

I move the bathroom and turn on the shower. As I close the bathroom door, I see my reflection in the full-length mirror I keep there and gasp. Across my behind and thighs are ten perfectly spaced red lines. The skin not broken, but red blotches show where broken capillaries are exposed through the skin. I rub them gently, noticing that they don’t hurt as bad as they look.

Rushing from the bathroom, I check the open area again and see something I had missed the night before. On the table is a single key and a note card with just the two letters MK.

To be continued???