Page 141 of The Man Upstairs

“You don’t need to promise me anything,” I said, stroking my thumb over her flushed cheek. “You’re already better than them. That goes without saying.”

The elevator pinged on the top floor at that, and there we were, in another dimension – walking along the absolute antithesis of our usual shitty hallway. This place was the perfect high to Crenham Drive’s pathetic low. A stark and palpable contrast.

Rosie didn’t seem to care about that anymore, though. It was all about me.

She was already pulling at my tie as I used the key card to let us in. She was loosening the knot before I’d even got the lights, as needy as I was.

The tension between us was alive. Unfightable. Undeniable. And at the sight of the hunger in her eyes, my fiery demons rose, brave, emboldened. I pictured the men eyeing her up across the club. The guy dancing close, eyeing her cute ass. The idiot leaning in close, trying to make conversation at the bar before I’d stormed in like a man at war.

“You’re not the only one who’s fucking jealous,” I said, letting the full force of my feelings slam home. “Every other cock in the world can burn in hell. You won’t ever be taking any but mine.”

I tore her dress down from her tits, and her tiny nipples were already hard. I needed to see my marks on her, so I slapped them nice and hard, making them brighten, pink.

My Lilith moaned, presenting them higher for more.

“I want to be yours,” she said. “Use me like I’m yours, push me like I’m yours, love me like I’m yours.”

Fuck!

I slapped her again. More fresh pink. It matched her dress.

“Get on the bed,” I said and she did as she was told. She didn’t even take her heels off, spreading her legs wide and squirming so her dress was up around her waist, exposing her white lace panties, so wet.

“Show me your cunt,” I said.

She grinned at my words. A filthy grin as she tugged her panties to the side.

Her pink slit was glistening through the ghosting of hair.

I shrugged my jacket off and it was my turn to grin as she slipped two fingers into her needy hole.

I didn’t need to tell her to fuck herself. She fingered her cunt like a good girl and stared with sparkling eyes as I discarded my clothes. Those eyes fixed on my raging hard-on as I opened my suitcase and scooped up the filthy toys I’d brought with us. Dildos, rope, beads, lube, marker pens. I tossed them on the bed beside her and climbed up, wrestling her out of her dress, a fevered artist unwrapping a fresh, virgin canvas. I tugged her panties down and off, and then I buried my face in her pussy, spreading her and lapping, getting her wetness, her stunning scent all over me. I wanted to breathe it in, swallow it, bathe in it.

“You’re mine,” I said, looking up at her, my mouth dripping as I panted.

“Show me, then,” she said, and our bodies were in sync, running on pure instinct as I climbed up to pin her wrists together. She presented them, and I bound them tight, ordering her to keep them up and over her head as I took the first of the dildos and lubed it up.

I didn’t need to. She was so wet it slid right in. My dirty girl.

I pushed it right in to the hilt, and wasted no time, pushing the anal beads into her ass one by one, filling her up as her dirty sweet hole swallowed them. I loved the sight. Loved the way her breaths hitched and her gorgeous lips parted. Loved the way her slapped tits rose and fell.

I used my thumb to push the last bead home. “Grip those tight,” I told her. “I want your cunt and ass nice and full for me, no matter how tempted you are to let them go. Concentrate.”

She accepted the challenge, shifting position and raising her legs higher, determined. The dildo stretching her. The finger-pull of the beads poking from her dirty hole. My sweet little innocent angel.

I rubbed her clit, teasing, and she tipped her head back so fast that her glasses skewed on her sweet face. Delightful. She looked so fucking innocent.

I watched her, there in her beautiful, horny vulnerability, and returned to my thoughts of the men who’d wanted her in the club. I imagined the fantasies they’d been having. Imagining her sucking their cocks, and hoping to plough her tight little pussy like she was nothing but a conquest on a night out. But she would never be that. Not for anyone. She was all mine.

All mine for all time. I liked the sound of that. It would make a good chapter heading.

I kissed a path up her body as she wriggled. I sucked her tits into my mouth so hard I’d leave marks, and she begged for more. I bit her, leaving a string of love bites across her collarbone and on the underside of her arms, consumed. I’d have happily covered her whole body with them, my head screamingMINEwhenever they landed, but I arrived up at her face, captivated. I didn’t straighten her glasses when I kissed her sweet mouth. I wanted her messy and wild. Tainted.

She kissed me back like she was starving for it, hitching even higher to keep the toys inside her like a good girl.

I imagined the idiot who’d come on to her at the bar, playing with her tits, with her lying there for him instead of me – letting my possessiveness take hold. The alien feeling was becoming familiar, and growing in power.

I liked it.