Page 72 of The Man Upstairs

Such a brave word to use.

“Really? Never? That almost feels like a challenge. Be careful, Rosie.”

I tested her resolve with the head of my cock, pressing hard. Her ass opened up for me, just a little.

“Do it,” she said.

“Tell me,” I said.

“Fuck my slut ass,” she said and Christ it took all my will not to slam straight in there.

Yes. She was most definitely a Lilith.

But she was also my angel…

Her smile was so loving when I pushed her glasses up her nose for her.

I dropped a kiss on her lips, and then, I did it.

I did my best to work her slowly, but I couldn’t hold back for long. My cock needed to be inside her. Her ass was hot and tight, and her face was perfection as she cried out when I pushed all the way in.

“Ow, fuck! Fuck!”

Yes, it hurt. But she didn’t try to stop me. She didn’t move her hands from around my neck or fight the twine that had bound her. She didn’t try to squirm away, or whimper for me to ease up on her virgin asshole. Nothing. She took it like the dirty little slut she claimed she wanted to be, but she was no Maisie. She was no Serena, or Madeline, or any one of the blur of faces I’d taken advantage of. She was in a whole other sweet ocean of her own.

I used my thumb on her clit as I slid my dirty cock in and out of her, making sure she was lost in the world of filth along with me before I truly let myself go with her asshole. I worked her, carefully, making sure I was playing her body to the right tune.

“That’s it,” I said as she started panting, grinding against my thumb.

She came quietly this time, with a stream of murmurs, head tipped back and eyes closed. She was still smiling in the aftermath when I slammed into her on a mission of my own. I fucked her in hard, deep thrusts, cursing as her dirty ass clenched and milked my cock to the brink, and then I was gone, my face in hers. I came deep inside Rosie’s dirty angelic asshole, with her eyes locked on mine like I was a god.

My rational senses didn’t come back to me this time when the climax subsided. I stayed there in position, with my bound princess pinned underneath me, her ass strangling my pulsing cock as she panted against my mouth.

What point was there in denying the truth any longer?

We’d jumped down after the crazy white rabbit, and there was no going back.

The angel in this room belonged to me. Fascinated. Grateful. Glorious. And the same was true in return.

My demons belonged to the angel now.

And so did I.

Chapter Eighteen

Julian

I staredup at the gorgeous girl catching her breath on the sofa, rubbing her wrists from being bound. I knew the road ahead. My resolve was broken beyond all recovery.

She was smiling, the scrawls of marker pen displayed proudly as I found my phone from my suit jacket. I called up my email account and typed in the words to my office manager.

Please accept my resignation, effective immediately.

Regards, Julian.

And that was it, sealed. We were both done for, until Rosie reached the end of the infatuation and life moved her on. I wouldn’t be moving on at all. I was done for. My only reason for existing was right here in this room. The drab routine of putting on a suit in the morning and setting off to the office, purely for the benefit of a token stab at normality, was redundant. Put into perspective.

Maybe this whirlwind of beauty would in fact make my eventual exit easier. Rosie would be a loss I wouldn’t be able to accept when she finally outgrew and left me, and the outcome could be inevitable. Finally, maybe I’d press the proverbial overdose button and wave goodbye for all time.