The week seemed to drag until suddenly it was Friday.
When she dragged herself up the stairs and closed her apartment door behind her she heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Work was difficult lately and it was wearing her out.
She reached for her favorite bottle of red wine, determined to allow it to wash away her stress.
As she savored her first sip the doorbell rang. Now what, she thought.
As she heard Josh’s voice through the intercom she was torn. She did not want to go out, but seeing Josh would be nice.
After a minute’s debate she decided to throw caution to the wind.
“Hey Josh, I don’t feel like going out, but why don’t you come up and have a glass of wine?”
“That would be nice” he replied and she hit the door button.
She left the upper door open and went back to the kitchen.
He stood close behind her in the kitchen as she reached for another glass and poured him some wine. The top of her head came to his nose and he could smell her shampoo, and also the day, in her hair. He clenched his hand as he resisted the urge to bury it deep in her hair and drag her to her knees.
For a moment she was tempted to lean back into him, to feel him strong behind her, but she shook it off and turned, glass in hand.
He smiled as she turned and handed him the glass, he turned casually away as he felt himself growing hard already. He wanted her badly.
She led the way to the living room, wine bottle in hand and settled onto the couch. She indicated the chair but he decided he wanted to be closer, and he sat at the other end of the sofa.
As they talked and enjoyed the wine she got more comfortable and she turned towards him, curling one leg under her, the other dangling.
He stared at her ankle, imagining a leather cuff fastened to it, a chain leading from the cuff to the floor, holding her where he wanted her to be.
She leaned forward as she talked, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage and he imagined how her breasts would look tightly bound.
She laughed at something he said and as he admired her pretty teeth he thought how well a ball gag would fit into her mouth, stretching her lips.
He could do all of this now, he could do whatever he wanted, right now. No one knew he was there, he was sure that their friendship was too casual for her to have mentioned it to anyone, besides, she did not even know his last name.
He itched to slap the smile off her face, to fill her throat with something besides wine.
But he waited.
He wanted her to come to him, he wanted her to ask, he wanted her to beg him to take her.
Finally he leaned over and gripped her chin, he pulled her face closer to his and while looking into her eyes he teased her lips with his tongue.
She had stopped talking and her breathing was labored. He claimed her lips with his and slid his tongue into her mouth. A moan escaped her as he kissed her slowly.
She slid across the couch and pressed herself against him. He felt her heart thudding, he could almost smell her excitement.
Again he knew he could take her but he did not want to.
He broke the kiss apart and with her chin still gripped tightly in his hand he said “I should go.”
“Oh” she almost whined, “must you?”
“Yes” he said as he got up from the couch.
As she walked him to the door she tried hard to hide her disappointment. She had a feeling he would be a good lover, she would love to have him stay the night.
At the door he turned and lowered his head to hers but he did not kiss her. His lips hovered a breath away from hers, he waited.
“What would you like?” he whispered
“A kiss” she breathed softly
“How do you ask?” he asked
With a little sound she whispered “Please?”
He growled as he roughly took her lips, his arm wrapped around her and he pulled her tight to him, letting her feel his excitement.
When he was done his lips once again hovered over hers, “Good girl” he said.
And he left.
She tossed and turned that night, thinking of him, of his kiss, of his strong grip on her chin.
When she finally fell asleep she was wet and wanting.
The next week was routine but busy, except for another woman being attacked.
Every day when she came home from work she looked around for Josh, hoping to invite him up to share another bottle of wine, and hopefully more.
But each day ended in disappointment, her new friend seemed to have disappeared.
Friday night came back around and she treated herself to take out, and spent more than normal on a bottle of wine.
The take out was eaten, the leftovers put away and the bottle of wine half gone when her door bell rang. Her heart was thudding in her chest as she approached the door with hope.
Her stomach flipped with excitement when she heard his voice, her palms were sweating as she buzzed him in and waited at the top of the stairs.
He smiled at her and asked lightly “Did you miss me?”
“Yes!” she said, louder than she intended.
“Show me how much” he said.
She reached up to kiss him but he held her off.
She looked at him in confusion.
“Is that the best you can do to show me how much you missed me?” he asked.
Dimly she realized something was going on that she was unaware of but she could not help herself.
“What would you like?” she asked.
“That’s more like it” he said with a smile.
“Remove your clothes” he ordered.
Her smile faltered and she hesitated.
His smile began to fade and she felt an odd panic.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the buttons on her blouse. One by one she undid them slowly while he watched. He did not reach to help like most men would.
She let her blouse slip from her shoulders and she loosened the zipper on her skirt. It too slid to the floor.
Still he watched. As she stood before him, in her panties and bra she hesitated again.
This time he smiled encouragement.
“You’re doing well” he said
She hooked her fingers into her panties and she slipped them off, and with a deep breath she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, slowly letting it join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
As she stood before him his gaze never left her eyes.
“Turn and face the wall”
She turned slowly, facing but not against the wall.
“Get onto your hands and knees”
A little bit of fear filled her stomach but she got onto the floor.
He pushed her knees apart with his foot, she could not see him as she waited, on her hands and knees, naked.
A cry escaped her mouth as suddenly she felt his fingers between her legs. He caressed her and then leaned over, holding his wet fingers to her mouth.
“Lick your juices” he ordered quietly
With a groan she licked his fingers and tried desperately to suck them into her mouth.
“Stay” he said.
She was trembling as she waited, she heard a zipper, she felt movement behind her and then she felt him between her legs.
He did not touch her, but he was there.
“Tell me what you want” he said.
“Sex” she answered.
“Tsk tsk, you can do better than that. You are supposed to be showing me how much you missed me.”
She groaned as she felt his fingers touching her softly again, her thighs ached as she felt him push a couple of fingers inside her. She felt empty when he removed them.
“Now, what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me” she whispered
He pushed closer to her and she felt him hard against her wetness.
“How do you ask?”
Groaning she could not stop herself “I want you to fuck me please!”
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he shoved himself into her. He bent her back cruelly as he fucked her brutally.
She screamed in pain and pleasure, she could hardly catch her breath and suddenly she was cumming around him, listening to him growl as he felt her squeeze him.
He pushed harder, he wrapped her hair around his hand like a rope and shoved fast and deep, her screams spurring him on.
He pushed her head to the floor as he pulled out and collapsed on top of her, his cum covering her ass and dripping onto her back.
As his breathing slowed he whispered to her “Don’t move”.
He got up and there she lay, on her knees, ass in the air, now coated with sweat and his juices, her face and shoulders against the floor.
She heard him dressing, she heard him move away and then she heard water running.
His steps came to stop beside her and she felt warm as he lay a warm wet towel on her. He knelt beside her and moved the warm towel over her back, cleaning and cooling her at the same time.
He brushed her hair away from her eyes and he bent to lick her lips gently.
He pressed his face lightly against hers and got up once again. She waited.
He returned and covered her with a light blanket. He placed a glass of wine near her head.
“When you hear the downstairs door close, count slowly to 60. Then you may get up. If you don’t, or if you rush, I will know and I will never return” he instructed quietly.
“Do you understand?” he asked
“Yes” she whispered.
“Good girl” he said as he reached down for a last caress of her ass.
She heard his feet on the stairs, she heard the door close and she started to count.