In The Dark 36

She told me her husband was going to be out of town this week. Since I know where she hides a key, I let myself in a few minutes before she got home, and waited.

I stood in the kitchen doorway, which looks into the small entry hallway by her front door. I stayed still in the darkness, breathing in the smells of her life, listening to its sounds and fantasized about being part of it.

I heard her coming up the steps, the rustle of plastic shopping bags and her heels clicking against the tile floor soundtracked her approach. The key slid smoothly into the lock followed by the firm click and the crunch of access being granted. My heart was racing. I have been patient, but tonight I would get to have her.

The door opened and cool light invaded the warm dark. Her shadow was larger than life on the floor, much like she was in my mind. She stepped in, and turned to close the door. I could smell her now, her scent washed in like a wave. I stepped into the darkness behind her just as she pushed the heavy door closed. In one smooth motion, I put my left hand over her mouth and my right hand around her throat. Her body tensed, hard, my hand stifling her scream. The bags crashed to the floor in a thud, sending a can rolling away into the living room. I wondered what it was.

"I've been waiting for you." I said into the back of her left ear. My voice, deep and low, filling the darkness around us. It was nearly pitch black, save for the small seam of light penetrating under the door.

She began to struggle, but I held her throat tighter and she stopped. Her ass was grinding into my throbbing, aching, groin. "You know what happens when you make me wait." I continued. "Bad things." She whimpered. "Now, I am going to uncover your mouth. Do not scream." I was not asking and she knew it. I did not have to await confirmation, I knew she would comply.

I leaned back against the wall taking her with me. Her body was warm against mine. I switched hands and put my left around her throat and my right untucked her sweater. It felt expensive, she always had great taste. "What should we do with you?" I said into our void. Before she could utter a sound, I plunged my hand into her pants. She was hot and saturated. I could not see her face, but I knew she was biting her lip. "You were ready for me. That's a good girl." Sliding my middle finger back and forth between her clit and hole in one smooth, continual motion. I withdrew my hand and pressed the soaked finger to my lips. She was delicious. "I am satisfied by your taste." My mouth is right behind her ear. She can feel every bit of my words, from the vibration in my chest to the warm breath on the back of her ear. Every syllable in a sexual symphony vibrating her entire body.

"Unbutton your pants." Without hesitating her arms started moving and in a second I heard the audible pop of her jeans opening and her zipper sliding down. "Good girl." I slide my hand back-and-forth in the valley of her hips. The skin is warm, soft, and welcoming. My fingertips find the top of her panties, and I play with tiny ridges on her skin made by the squeezing of her jeans.

I slowly circle her throbbing clit, gently pressing and holding, releasing, and swirling. "Do not make a sound." I removed my hand from her throat and wrapped my left arm around her. Pulled her in, tight. I moved my head and licked her right ear. Her hands find my foreman in the dark, gripping it tightly. Her touch is hot and her hands are still damp from carrying the bags. My skin drinks her in, I think where she is making contact is glowing. I plunge two fingers into her warm, wet, pussy, catching her by surprise. I feel her gasp, but like a good girl, she never makes a sound. Sliding in and out and wiggling my fingers, she began to writhe. In the darkness, everything is heightened. I am acutely aware of her breathing, the heat from her body, the liquid hot magma of her pussy, the sound my fingers are making as I worked them in and out of her.

"Reach behind you and open my pants." She does, almost frantically. My fingers increasing in speed as she does. In and out. In, hold, twist, out. In and out. I wait for her hands to return to my forearm before saying "Now, take it out." Her warm, damp hands feel amazing as she wraps around me. I am so hard, I am almost vibrating. My desire for her makes me lightheaded, I feel like a rung bell. In and out. In, hold, twist, out. "Now lower your pants." She lets go of me and I feel her wiggling them down. "Not all the way. Just enough." She is so wet, so hot, so...everything. "I hope you are ready for what comes next." In. Out. In, hold, twist, out. "Put me inside of you."

Her hands reach around and grab my hard, beyond hard, dick. She lines me up with her, and slips my head up and down in her wet. The blood is wooshing in my ears and she eases onto my dick. Her wet meeting my hard is perfect and effortless. I move all the way into her and hold it there. "No one saw me come in. No one knows I Am here. Your husband won't be back for a few days, either. So, do you know what that means? It means I can do anything I want to you, for however long I want. I am going to fuck you until I am ready to stop. While I am here, you are mine. I will do with you, as I please. If you have any objections, let me know, because they will be disregarded swiftly and you will be dealt with. Firmly. And when I leave, you are not going to be the same woman you were when you woke up this morning. Your husband will come home to a new wife. But, until that moment you are my plaything. And you will play, girl. You. Will. Play."