She tried ignoring her phone. It kept buzzing every few minutes, letting her know she had a text. Maria rolled over, and closed her eyes as it buzzed again. He kept texting her, and it took all her self control not to answer.
She hated him. Maria had a good life - a loving boyfriend, who she suspected was going to propose, a good job, a nice apartment. And it was all at risk, because of him. As she tried to go to sleep, her phone started ringing.
Fuck. Now he was calling her? That was too much. She sat up and grabbed her phone off her nightstand, seeing his name there. She answered it, and started yelling.
"Leave me alone, dammit! I told you we're finished!" she screamed this, not thinking about her neighbor.
"Are you sure?" he asked. And like that, Maria was his. His voice rolled through her, grabbing all her attention. The bedroom faded away, and all she knew was his voice.
"I really want to see you, love. Will you come over tomorrow?" He asked, his voice captivating her. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to fuck off. But instead, she found herself complying.
"Yes, I'll come over tomorrow." she said in a dreamy tone. The small part of her mind that was angry at herself for buckling this easy was growing smaller every time he spoke.
"Alright, love. I'll see you in the morning. And don't forget your uniform." And with that, he hung up. Maria sat there, the phone to her ear, wishing he would come back, say just a few more words to her.
She laid there, letting the feeling of his voice fade. It didn't take long before she was angry again, at him for doing this to her, at herself for being so weak. At her body, for betraying her. She threw the blanket off of her.
She was horny now. His voice was all it took, and her panties were soaked. Maria yanked them off, throwing them onto the floor. Her baggy tshirt came off as well, leaving her naked in her bed. Her fingers quickly found her shaved pussy.
Withing a few minutes of him hanging up, Maria was pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning his name. She had slept with her boyfriend a couple hours ago, but she couldn't hold herself back.
As she rode her left hand, her right grabbed her nipple. Pinching and twisting it. She felt her orgasm building up, and soon she was shaking, her moans almost screams, and she came all over her hand.
As she came down from the blissful high that he always made her go through, her anger started to come back. Maria laid there, naked with a cum covered hand and sheets, and started crying. She hated herself for doing this, to herself and to her boyfriend.
But she couldn't stop. And as she lay there, licking her cum off of her hand like a cat licking its paw, a little voice in the back of her head wondered what uniform he would like best.
Maria pulled into the driveway, shutting her car off. He lived twenty minutes outside of town, with no neighbors for a couple miles. Perfect for him, considering the screaming coming from his house every night.
She got out and walked up to the door. She was shaking, but she honestly didn't know if it was from anger, terror or excitement. She was wet again, the mere thought of seeing him turning her on. If she had any panties on, they would be drenched.
She knocked, obediently waiting for his maid to answer the door. Which she did, motioning for Maria to come inside. Maria screamed at herself silently, knowing that there would be no going back if she went in there.
But she did. The maid closed the door behind her, sliding the locks into place. Maria stood there as the maid took her coat, leaving her in the short skirt and tank top he loved seeing her in. The maid left her standing there, and Maria couldn't help but stare at the girl's naked ass as he walked away. He loved his servant girls to be naked in the house.
Maria shook her head, trying to make herself turn around and leave. But she heard him, coming down the stairs. And when he was in view, all thoughts of resistance vanished. He stood there, smiling at her.
She smiled back, running towards him and jumping into his arms. She squealed like a child, but she couldn't help it. She was so excited to see him again!
He laughed, and wrapped his arms around her. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks hard. He kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into him, her juices running down her leg. She broke the kiss, looking up into his eyes. He towered over her, almost two heads taller.
"I missed you so much, master. I'm sorry I was mad on the phone last night." she said to him, sounding like a sweet little girl. He smiled. It was just what he wanted from her.
"It's OK, love," he whispered, making her moan again, "I've been wanting to see you again. But you seemed like you wanted your space." He seemed somewhat hurt by this last part, and she started crying.
"I'm so sorry, master, I don't know what was wrong with me. I'd never want to be away from you, I'm sorry!" she wailed, pressing her face - and her tits- into his chest. He smiled again, pulling one hand away from her ass to pat her head.
"It's OK love. Would you like to come upstairs with me?" He asked her, instantly stopping her tears and making her beam at him. She nodded, and he picked her up in his arms. Carrying her upstairs, he went to his bedroom and pushed the door open with his foot.
He set her down on the bed, and kissed her again, the same tongue invading passionate kiss he always gave her. As she sat there, though, something started nagging her. As the bad feeling grew stronger, he laughed at her.
And just like that, Maria was free. She remembered everything, the sick way she acted around him, his acting like her body belonged to him. She was angry at him, but before she could yell at him and push him away, all the memories came back.
Weeks of doing this same thing, coming to him like a lost puppy, going away angry, and then coming right back. She started crying, for real this time. As her shoulders shook, her head in her hands, he frowned.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked her, genuinely concerned.
"YOU!" She yelled, surprising him. "It's always YOU! My boyfriend, my friends, my life, they all go away every time you wag your finger, because you won't leave me alone!" Maria was bawling now, realizing that her life had become this man's plaything. He knelt down, so he was eye level with her.
"I'm sorry, love, but I can't let you go." He gently took her hand, pressing it to his lips. "I love you far too much to do that." She hated him, but she knew he was serious. He really did love her.
"Then take it away." she told him, whispering. The tears were slowing, and she looked at him, her big blue eyes captivating him. "If you really love me, then take this pain away. Forever."
