Cuffed And Cum Stained

I was about to open the door of my apartment when I heard the thudding of footsteps on the stairs. I waited to see who it was, as I was the only one who lived on this floor. The other two apartments were vacant. So, it had to be someone who was visiting me. But I couldn't recall asking anyone over.

A man with a food pack emerged from the stairs as the sounds of footsteps intensified. Startled, I looked closely at him. He was tall, thin, and had a tough look on his face. His brown short Caesar haircut and sharp jaw were a wonderful match for his blue eyes. He was very attractive.

"Hi," I said, but he barely glanced at me and made no reply to my greeting.

He just moved to the door of one of the other apartments, and thrust his hand into his side pocket. I could hear his keys jiggle as he unlocked his apartment door. He'd definitely moved in earlier today, or I would have seen him yesterday, which was my off day from work. I stayed at home all day yesterday. No bars. No clubs. No going about fucking strangers. Just resting.

Not seeking to further embarrass myself, I said nothing else to him and pushed open the door of my apartment. Walking in, I kicked off my shoes and sank into one of the mint green sofas in the sitting room. Today had been so hectic at work. My tech genius billionaire boss, Daniel Trent, had made me run numerous errands for the entire duration of my work hours. I would have said that my job as his assistant sucked, but the pay was so fucking good. I drew in a breath.

My mind drifted back to my new neighbor. No one had the right to look as hot as he did. But he sure was a dick. It wouldn't have killed him to just say 'hi. '

***

By morning of the following day, I was standing before my vanity mirror all dressed up. I turned from side to side, trying to ensure that my gray thigh-length gown fitted perfectly. I was taking my looks more seriously now. So, I aimed to look as hot as possible every day. Gently, I patted my blonde hair and smacked my red lips. It was time to go to Trentek, my boss's company.

As I reached for my bag, I felt my phone vibrating inside. Pulling it out, I saw a message from my landlord. Weird. Why was he texting me this early? Why was he texting me at all? Last I checked, I wasn't behind on rent or breaking any house rules. I tapped on the message. It read: The elevator has been fixed. You can use it now.

I let out a breath of relief. Climbing all those stairs every day had been brutal. Thank God it was finally working again. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I stepped out of my apartment.

"Fuck you, Damien," my new neighbor snapped as he emerged from his place, phone pressed tight to his ear.

I was just locking my door.

"No! You don't get to make suggestions here, Damien. You don't," he said. "I'm so pissed that I could beat you into a coma."

Well, this one has got a temper, I said to myself. No wonder he'd acted like such a dick yesterday. I slipped my key into my bag and turned around. He was wearing a checkered shirt and denim pants, looking just as hot as ever. As usual, he barely gave me a glance before heading toward the elevator. I followed behind him, slowly, trying not to stare too hard.

When we finally got to the elevator, I got behind him.

"Don't give me that, Damien. I've heard enough." He pressed a button on his phone, ending the call.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped on the lower floor, its door opening. Three people joined us, the only woman among them coming between us. I was relieved.

"How are you, Maddison?" she said to me.

"I'm good, Rose," I said, slightly moving away from her.

"Glad to hear."

Rose was one of the only people I frequently talked to in the building. She'd brought cupcakes for me when I first moved in.

"And you, Killian? How are you?" she said, gesturing towards him.

So that was his name? A hot name for a hot man.

"I'm doing fine, Rose. You?

"Never better," she said.

Maybe she'd taken cupcakes to him, too, or why would he be speaking to her? I thought he was a snob. Perhaps he was picky about who he hung out with. Fuck him, anyway.

"So, Killian, where are you going? I am aware that you work primarily at night," she said. What did "primarily at night" mean, I wondered? Was he some sort of Hooker?

"I'm heading to Central to pick up some groceries. The store is nearby."

So, he was capable of keeping a conversation going?

"Don't you usually pass Central when going to work, Maddison?" Rose said, shattering my thoughts.

"Umm, yes, I do." What was she trying to do?

"That's great." She smiled at me and turned back to Killian. "You can hitch a ride with Maddison. I'm sure you both have met already since you both are staying on the same floor. And I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"No, thank you," he said.

What an arrogant piece of shit!

"Oh, don't be so modest, Killian. You said your car is currently at the mechanic. Or do you mind, Maddison?"

Of course I wouldn't. Even if I was annoyed with him for snubbing me. My body was responding in a different manner. And maybe, this would finally give us the opportunity to talk, and even fuck. These days, I hardly missed a chance to fuck a hot guy that came my way.

"Umm, it's fine. I could drop you off at Central."

"You don't have to," he said, finally speaking to me.

"Oh, c'mon, Killian. It will also be a great way to get to know Maddison more. You both are neighbors after all."

What was Rose trying to do? Match-make me with him? Fuck if I didn't like it. But I wasn't looking for love. I was only looking to have my pussy destroyed by his dick.

"It's no problem. I really do not mind," I said, hoping he would agree.

"Alright," he said.

The elevator door dinged open, and ushered us to the ground floor. I headed to my car, excited that he was walking behind me. When I finally stopped before my car, I opened the door of the passenger seat so he could get in.

"I only agreed to stop Rose from bugging me about it," he said, stunning me. "You don't have to drive me."

"But I don't mind," I said. I had about thirty minutes to be at Trentek. I wasn't running late.

"Honestly, the answer is no. I'm not really the mingling type, or the getting-to-know-you neighbor type. I like to stay in my business. Rose seems like a nice woman. I was just trying not to disrespect her."

It was time to stop playing safe and flirt myself away. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted to fuck him. So, if it meant putting in the extra effort, I would. I preferred that his dismissive attitude towards me be expressed in bed.

"So what? You're scared that I may be a serial killer, or what grudge do you hold against mingling with others?" My eyes aimed for the space between his trousers. I wouldn't mind getting on my knees, and shoving his cock into my mouth. I hoped it was as big as his attitude.

"It's not about that. I just like to mind my business, stay in my lane."

"Is that why you didn't reply to my greeting yesterday? It was rude, you know."

"I wasn't in the mood for any sort of small talk. I shouldn't have behaved that way."

"It's alright."

I admired the way he was examining my body, particularly my breasts. With just a single word, I would remove my bra and allow him to feed his eyes.

"Well, that takes care of it. As neighbors, we can now relate," I said.

"That's fine with me. But I'm not always good company. I don't tolerate so many things."

Like me coming before you're done fucking the life out of me, I wanted to say. But swallowed my words.

"So, what's stopping you from getting into my car now? Is it your girlfriend? Will she be mad?" I said.

"I don't have a girlfriend," he said. "Let's go." He climbed into the car, exciting me.

I climbed in after him and fastened my seat belt. Casually, I tugged my gown slightly higher so that my thighs were clearly on display. Then I started the car and eased onto the road.

"So, Rose mentioned you work mostly at night. What does that mean?"

"I'm a bartender," he said.

I was juggling between focusing on the road, and looking at the space between his pants, trying to figure out if his cock was huge.

"Oh, nice." I wish he would stare at my thighs.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash of metal scratching against metal. My body jolted forward, held back only by my seat belt. It was the same for Killian. My heart thudded wildly in my chest, confusion clouding my thoughts. What the hell just happened?

"Someone just hit you from behind," he said.

I turned off the engine, still stunned, and unbuckled my seat belt before stepping out to assess the damage. Killian got out as well, walking around the car with me.

The front bumper of the car behind was crumpled, but mine... mine was worse. My rear bumper had taken the full blow, smashed in, and mangled.

"Are you crazy?" Killian shouted as the driver stepped out of the car.

I couldn't even find the right words to express my anger. But I was glad the damage wasn't worse than this.

"I don't know what happened. I just lost control," the driver began saying. "Plus," he gestured toward me. "She was driving a bit too slow."

Before I could utter a reply, Killian was already heading to where the driver stood and grabbing him by the collar. I hadn't seen that coming.

"How dare you?" Killian said. "It is bad enough that you bashed her car because of your bad driving. Now, you're insulting her."

"I didn't insult her. I just stated that she was driving too slow."

"You're still talking. You'll pay for what you just did." Killian growled, tightening his grip on the guy's collar until he started wheezing and coughing.

I quickly moved toward them, placing myself between Killian and the man, my chest pressing lightly against him as I tried to pull him back.

"It's okay, Killian. I have to drop you at Central, and I also have to get to work. I'll have the car fixed later."

"No. He's supposed to pay for it. How can you let him get away with this?" It was so obvious that he was the kind of guy you weren't supposed to mess with. But I had no intention of complicating matters. I was more interested in fucking him, and getting to work before my boss, Daniel Trent.

"It's just a minor scratch, Killian."

"You call that a minor scratch?"

"It's my car. Just let him go."

"Please," the driver gasped, struggling to pry Killian's hands from his neck.

Eventually, Killian let go. I turned and walked back to the car, and he followed silently behind me. All I could think about was how good he'd fuck if he ever channeled that same fury into sex.

He didn't say a word as I restarted the car, and even though I wanted to pick up our earlier conversation, I had somewhere to be. A few minutes later, we arrived at Central. He got out and muttered a low, "Thank you," before closing the door.

I didn't linger. I drove straight to Trentek.

***

Later that night, I decided to head to Killian's bar to get a drink. I needed to clear my head from the long day's work. As expected, the lights in the bar were low and moody, with people talking and drinking themselves away.

I was sitting on a barstool and leaning against the bar counter top. Killian struck me with a surprised look when he saw me while he was handing a glass of whiskey to another customer sitting at the counter. Did he really think I was going to relent? I'd gone to several other bars around the area to inquire about him. This just happened to be my final bus stop.

"Maddison," he said. "Didn't expect to see you here."

He stared at me with so much indifference that I wanted to punch him in the face. Who did he think he was anyway? There were so many hot guys on this side of the city. He was just one of many. I scoffed. Who was I kidding? He was not just another bartender. He was my neighbor and the guy who had occupied my mind all day at work. If I didn't fuck him, I didn't think I would be at peace. I needed him in my panties.

"Well, I just wanted to clear my head, and I decided to call here. How long have you been working here?"

"Just a few weeks ago. But if I get something better, which I'm hoping to get, I'll leave."

"Understandable."

"So, I never got to ask. But where do you work?"

"Boring."

"Your workplace is called 'Boring'? That's new."

Giggling, I shook my head in disbelief.

"No. Mr. Too Serious. I meant your question is boring, not my workplace. I work at Trentek. I'm personal assistant to Daniel Trent, the founder of the company."

"Oh. I think I might have heard the name before. I just wanted to know. I mean, since you now know where I work, it's only fair. What kind of drink do you want?"

"Tequila."

"Nice. I would have never taken you for a tequila girl." He poured me a shot of tequila.

"What kind of girl would you take me for?"

"Whiskey."

"Why?"

"It's just what came to my head. Anyway, what sort of questions do you think I should be asking you since asking you about work is boring?"

I smiled. My time had come to take a shot at him. I shoved the tequila down my throat.

"Well, something about my favorite sex positions."

I kept my eyes fixed on him, surprised that he didn't seem even a little taken aback by my comment. It didn't appear to shake him at all.

"Are you sure it's the sort of thing you want to discuss here?"

"Well, yeah. My favorite sex position is anyone where a man's cock is banging the shit out of my pussy." I was hoping to get a response from him.

"Well, your imagination is quite wild."

"Why wouldn't it be? I'm staring at a very hot bartender."

He blinked at me without smiling. It was like he was studying me.

"What? You can't take a compliment."

"It sounded more like you're horny and not a compliment."

He was now mixing a drink, no longer staring at me. Why was he playing so hard to get?

"If you really don't have a girlfriend, why are you acting so resistant?"

He chuckled.

"You're mistaken. I'm not shy. Besides, you never mentioned your relationship status. For all I know, you could have a boyfriend. I don't fuck other people's girls."

"I don't do boyfriends anymore. The last one I had fucked his neighbor."

"Must have hurt."

"Actually, since I broke up with him, I've had the best few months of my life."

"What? Working?"

"No. Fucking everything that walks. I've had some of the best sex of my life."

"Well, that's what they all say till they meet me."

Shivers fired through my veins, wetness steaming between my thighs. I gasped, but not loud enough for him to hear.

"Are you saying that you can fuck me better than I've been fucked in my life."

He chuckled again and let out a smirk.

"Every woman who I've ever fucked never left my bed without sores in their pussy. I fuck that hard."

It took everything in me to keep sitting still. My body shuddered. I wouldn't mind if he lay me on the counter right now, and fuck the shit out of me.

"What if I wanted you to fuck me like that?" I bit my lower lip. Pressing my things together wasn't helping.

"I would say no. I have a policy against fucking my neighbors.

"Why is that?"

"It's just not my thing."

"Well then, I think I'll be heading home now." My pussy was leaking too much to keep on sitting here, and staring at him. I needed something to grind my pussy against. And since he had all his rules and shit, my dildo would just have to do.

"Hope you aren't leaving because of me?" he said. "You only had one shot of tequila."

"Not at all," I lied. Staying here would leave me horny without satisfaction. I couldn't afford to handle such sexual frustration in front of him.

I got down from the barstool and headed out of the bar.

***

When I got back to my apartment, I wasted no time in heading into my room and opening my dresser drawer. I grabbed my dildo, which was a huge black prick. I took off my short black dress and sat on my bed. I began to imagine Killian between my legs. Shirtless. Sweaty. And hard with his big dick ready to fuck me sore. I pulled my thighs apart and shoved the black dildo in. Closing my eyes, I moaned, a little louder than I intended.

"Yes, Killian," I said softly, pounding the shit out of myself. I was soaking wet.

I used one hand to caress my left nipple while the other kept the dildo moving against my pussy. Gasping, I picked up the pace. Fuck! I was so lost in the atmosphere of my ecstasy. Heat rushed through me.

"Oh, Killian. You're so big," I said.

"Is that so?" A male voice filled the room.

Startled, I opened my eyes and froze at the sight of the man before me. I hadn't heard anyone walk in. I hadn't thought anyone would walk in on me doing this.

There was the usual sharp look in his eyes. Only god knew what he was thinking. I pulled the dildo out of my pussy, and looked away from him. I'd never been so embarrassed in my life before.

"Now, who's shy?" he said.

I looked up at him again and saw a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"You shouldn't have walked into my apartment without knocking," I managed to say.

I picked my clothes from the floor and quickly put them on.

"Well, the door was open." He folded his arms. "I called your name, but I guess you were too busy doing, umm, yourself."

I flashed him a glare, wanting to wipe the smirk off his face.

"What I do with my personal time is none of your business?"

"I didn't say it was. But I must admit that you're even more beautiful than I thought."

I blushed, but quickly collected myself. Didn't he say that he didn't fuck his neighbors?

"What are you doing in my house?" I said, feeling more comfortable with my clothes now fully on.

"Well, I felt some type of way after you left the bar. You didn't seem too happy with my words, even though you denied it. I had to ask my coworker to cover up for me just so I could come over to see you."

"What happened to your policy against fucking your neighbor?"

"Well, I thought about what was beneath your clothes, and how badly I've wanted to see it. And now I've seen it. I'm more than impressed. Actually, I've been watching you for a while now."

How was that even possible? He'd moved in only two days ago, and the few times we'd seen each other, he'd barely looked at me.

As if he could read the questions I had on my mind, he began to explain. "I lived in the neighbourhood until I got kicked out of my former apartment. We just never crossed paths. My sister is the one who lives here. She is currently on a trip with her lover and will be away for one more week. I'm only staying there till I find somewhere else to live."

"Oh," she felt quite sorry for him, but that wasn't the point of their conversation. "So, why are you here? You said you don't fuck your neighbors."

"The last time I fucked a neighbour, she caught feelings, and it turned ugly." He looked at my face and quickly raised his arms in defence when he saw my incredulous stare. "Look man, I'm the fucking type. I don't do relationships. I was worried you would catch feelings, and it would affect the way you treat my sister even when I leave."

I laughed. He didn't know who he was fucking with.

"Well, you read the room wrong, Killian. I'm not that kind of girl. I'm the fucking type, too. I don't do boyfriends anymore."

"Still, I was skeptical. It was easier to think of fucking you when I was just living in the neighborhood than after my sister moved into this building."

"So, you knew me before you moved into your sister's apartment?"

"Of course, Maddie. Before I started staying in this building, I saw you several times at stores and shops around. Stepping out of this building. Walking along the street."

"You were stalking me?"

"No. I was watching you. I, um... have a thing for blondes. When I first moved into this building, I decided to steer clear because I was worried about things getting ugly. It's why I was rude to you. But after I saw the way you left the bar today, I said screw it. I'd gotten sick and tired of controlling my dick around you."