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ARSENI

Margot’s bedroom light was on for hours, so long I wondered if she used it to sleep. Like she developed a fear of the dark since last night. It’s a silly fear considering I’m coming in regardless.

Creeping across the roof of her house, I stop outside her darkened bedroom window, cigarette dangling from my mouth and crowbar in hand.

It’s been an hour and a half since she flipped the switch, so I’m crossing my fingers that she’s asleep.

Not that it matters much. I just like the idea of surprising her.

Ash from my cigarette drifts to her roof as I wedge her bedroom window open with the crowbar. I half expect her alarm system to start blaring when it gives, but there’s only silence.

Once it’s fully opened, I toss the smoke and creep through the window, pushing the curtain aside. My feet cautiously plant on her bedroom carpet as I search her bed.

It’s dark, but in the light of the window, I can see her form bundled underneath the covers. I stand erect and roam my gaze around the room. I can’t make out much, but it smells the same. I forgot what her house smelled like until now. Buttery sweet like those candles she was always lighting.

I find one on her bedside table and pull out my lighter. She doesn’t stir as I ignite the flame and light the three wicks of the candle.

I just wanted to see clearer, but when it strikes me how romantic the low flickering flame sets the scene, I smile.

Is that why she keeps this here? For the sweet, gentle cock she takes?

My mind drifts to the fifty-some-year-old she must be dating, if their text thread is any indication.

I bet he’s a real chivalrous dude, fucking her nice and slow atop rose petals with Marvin Gaye playing in the background. He looks like a big enough pussy.

I pick up the pill bottle next to the candle and read the label that says to take one for sleep. There’s a glass of water half empty that makes me think she’s done exactly that.

Blood rushes to my cock, and I set the bottle down with a shaky breath, full of lust.

I walk to the side of the bed she’s facing and run my eyes over her sleeping form. She looks like an angel with hair she likes to wear up framing her almond face. A lock lays on her cheek, partially shielding her from me. I carefully sit on the bed and push the lock over her forehead.

Her parted lips don’t twitch. Her deep breaths don’t lose their rhythm.

She’s out .

Licking my bottom lip, I drag the comforter down her body, letting it bunch at her ankles. I watch carefully to see if she’ll stir, but she remains as still as a doll. A very sexy doll.

I unbutton my pants when my cock strains and drag my eyes down her body as I lower my zipper.

Her hands are pulled up to her neck while she lays on her side, hiding her tits from me but giving me a great view of her milky thighs.

The silk bottoms she wears hike up to her ass, even juicier looking in this position.

I wonder what that ass would look like if it was up in the air, jiggling with every thrust of my hips.

I grab my cock through my boxers and squeeze, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. Despite my intentions to remain silent, a soft groan rumbles my chest.

Her memory comes back so clearly now that it feels strange I could go so long without thinking of her. I don’t think she was as hot to me back then. Attractive, of course, and I would’ve fucked her every opportunity she gave me. But I don’t remember my cock feeling so full, making me so weak.

I stood over her bed then just as I’m doing now, but back then, I wanted her to wake up.

I wanted her to be uneasy. That was the entire purpose.

As nice as fucking her would’ve been, I didn’t have the same appreciation for pussy as I have now.

I was more turned on by control than I was by a sexy body, and her waking up back then to find me standing over her, the sharp gasp she’d take in when frightened, kept my cock rock solid through the night.

Now I’d prefer she stay asleep.

My fingertips lightly graze the soft skin of her leg as I trail my way up her thighs. I continue to her ass and splay my whole palm over one cheek, only allowing myself a light squeeze. She’s got to be nearing forty, but she’s as tight and perky as I remember.

Making a path from her ass, I run my fingers between her inner thighs and inhale sharply at the reminder of her pussy on my knife. I’d tasted it then to taunt her, but I couldn’t have predicted how much I’d enjoy it. How much I’d want to taste it now that I have her again.

I flex my hands before laying her on her back with as feathery a touch as I can manage, her arms moving to rest on either side of her. She shifts in her sleep, her face scrunching slightly, before stilling.

The sight of her cleavage spilling from the top moves me up her body until my lips are hovering above a nipple.

I want this to last. I do. I know it’s only a matter of time before she wakes up, but I’m enjoying the vulnerability of her sleeping form so much that I try to resist pushing too hard too fast.

But I just can’t help it.

I flick my tongue against the silk top, feeling her budding nipple beneath. It hardens with each lick until it’s pronounced enough that I can take it in my mouth and suck it through the shirt, wetting the fabric.

When Margot stirs, I pull back, but then go to the other nipple, my patience waning. She lets out a soft moan as I suck, squeezing her other tit with an open palm she fills. Her hips wiggle, bringing my attention to her lower half.

I move down her body until my nose is between her legs. My eyes closed, I take a deep inhale and slowly part her thighs with a gentle grasp of her knees. I press my nose against her covered pussy while rubbing my cock.

My boxers feel so tight, they make my teeth grit, but instead of freeing myself, I just rub harder, faster. I lick between her legs, but all I taste is the material of her shorts, and it just isn’t good enough.

I run my tongue along her thigh, my hand snaking its way inside her shorts until I feel the warmth of her cunt. With the first thrust of my finger, I finally push my luck.

I feel it the moment she gains consciousness. Her body tenses. Her breathing stops.

A high-pitched squeal that I think is actually a gasp fills the room as she jerks her knees up to get away, but she’s trapped when I grip her thighs and squeeze.

“Help!” she screeches, trying to break free of me “Hel?—”

I clamp a hand over Margot’s mouth and slide up her body, my throbbing cock pressing between her thighs. It’s eager, so eager I’m not even disappointed that she’s awake.

I rip my knife from my back pocket and shove her head back so her neck is exposed. She screams into my palm while uselessly writhing, and it isn’t until I flick the blade open and press it to her throat that her movements ease.

She takes hurried, panicked breaths in through her nose, so fast, her tits jiggle. I latch onto one of the buds again and suck while her whimper vibrates my hand. She sounds sweet somehow. Innocent. Not at all like a woman who was once my superior.

She bucks when I move to the other nipple, her hips knocking against me, riling me up even more.

I knew I’d want her. I did. And I knew I’d fuck her.

But I did not know what these hips pressed against my cock would feel like. I didn’t know the buzz that would run up my spine. If I had, I would’ve fucked her a long time ago.

Ripping my mouth from her tit, I remove the knife and flip her over. She barely gets out a scream before I shove her face into the pillow and shift onto my knees, my cock pressing against her ass. Her hands grasp at the sheets, her legs trying to kick under my weight.

“You’re sexy when you struggle,” I say, running a palm down her back before slapping her ass. She freezes for a moment before continuing her cries.

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you?” I run my hand beneath her hips and lift so she struggles onto her knees, her thighs spreading nicely with my assistance. “You didn’t do what I asked.”

She yells her needy reply into the pillow, probably telling me how hard she tried. How little she is to blame. I wonder if she thinks it matters.

Her pleas cease when I press the blade to her silk-clothed cunt. I don’t insert it, but I’m certain she feels its sharp tip at her entrance. “Do you remember what I said I’d do if you didn’t convince your buddy to change his mind?”

She trembles but keeps quiet. Like she thinks if she’s a good girl she can escape my wrath. She’s lucky she’s right. She’s really fucking lucky. My desire for her pussy is the only thing keeping me from shredding it.

“I’m going to take my hand off your head now, but you’re not going to scream. If you do, I’ll fuck you with this blade and use your blood as lube for my cock. Understood?”

Her trembling intensifies, but she doesn’t otherwise respond.

I press her face more firmly into the pillow. “ Huh ?”

She whimpers and tries to nod beneath my hand. After a few moments, I pull it away.

Her head turns to the side carefully, like she’s trying to avoid her shifting hips putting any more pressure on the knife.

“Please,” she says, her voice a soft whisper. Careful, so careful. It’s sweet. “Please don’t do this.”

“I told you I’d hurt you, Margot. Do you think I’m a liar?”

“No,” she cries. “B-but I spoke to Henry. He said he’d take care of it.”

“Well, he did take care of it.” I slowly pull the blade away so I can palm her ass without risk of blood ruining the delicious taste of her pussy. “But not in a way that gets you off the hook.”

She sobs while reaching for something off the bed. When she gets a drawer open, I laugh. “Getting the condoms for me, baby?” I snake my hand inside her shorts and stab a finger inside her. She’s slick, but she was much more into this in her sleep. “We certainly don’t need any lube.”

“I-I have money,” she says, her hand fumbling for what I’m guessing is a stash of cash. I peek inside the shadowed drawer but see nothing.

“Ten thousand dollars,” she says, straining. “It’s yours. Just please?—”

I jerk her hips into me, shifting her down the bed until she quits her struggles with the drawer. She yelps when I tear at her shorts with the knife, slicing the crotch out of the silk.

I flip the remaining material onto her back to bear her to me, spreading her folds with my fingers.

It’s too dark in here to fully appreciate it, but the slickness coating my fingertips makes my cock jump and my blood heat.

I shove my pants and boxers off my hips before pressing my cock to her entrance.

I’m just about to thrust when she distracts me with a question.

“Who are you?”

She doesn’t sob nor whine the question. Her voice is soft, scared , like the answer somehow matters.

“Do I…” She pauses when her voice wobbles. “Do I know you?”

My heart slows, the tension in my chest loosening. I don’t know why it matters so much that she recognizes me. It’s terrible news for her if she does, and it isn’t as if it changes things for me.

I turn my head and close my eyes at the thought. I’m lying. Of course it matters. It changes everything , as pathetic as it is to admit that I’m hung up on some old bitch remembering who I am.

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you?”

“D-did I hurt you?” she asks.

My lips thin as my arms tense. She whines when my fingers dig into her hips.

“ Please, ” she cries, her legs shuffling at the pain from my grip. “If you’re going to do this, at least let me turn on the lamp so I can see your face.”

My jaw tightening, I scoot my knees closer to her, the tip of my cock pressing in. But I don’t push. I want to. I want to convince myself that her memory doesn’t matter, but I try and fail the same as before.

I want her to see my face. I want to see the fear in her eyes as I enter her for the first time.

If she doesn’t remember me now, I’ll make damn sure she never forgets my face again.

I roll my neck as I release her. “Go ahead.”

Margot crawls forward and reaches out her hand, but instead of turning on the lamp, she lunges for the drawer. I grab her ankle and start to drag her backward but widen my eyes in shock when she spins around with a gun in her grasp.

I dive to take the weapon, jerking my head from the line of fire in case she pulls the trigger.

A blast rings in my ears before my hand can touch metal.