Perfectly Fine Pt. 01

She sighed quietly as they turned onto her block towards her building, silently hoping there wouldn't be a protracted search for a parking space. The date had been fine, nice even, but not outstanding. The sigh was the small release of frustration that she allowed herself: she thought she wanted outstanding, but what did that really mean?

But seriously, it was a perfectly fine date-except she just couldn't figure him out. He was obviously attracted to her and she to him. There was something under the surface though, that only occasionally came through. Was it something sinister? Playful? Irreverent, despite his gentlemanly conduct? She felt that after three-or was it four?-perfectly fine dates, she should have a better handle on things.

She was so consumed by her thoughts that she jumped when he opened her door, not noticing that he'd parked a few yards from her building's entrance.

"Lost in your worries?" he asked.

"Not worried, just thinking," she replied with a small smile.

"Hmmm," he said with a tone of disbelief, "wouldn't it be nice to find someone who could take those worries, I mean thoughts, away for just a bit?"

She scrunched her eyebrows as she eased from the passenger's seat to the sidewalk. She found it odd that he asked that question, as that was exactly what she'd been thinking. She looked up at him.

He held her gaze quietly, confidently and she found herself lowering her eyes at the presence he suddenly commanded.

"You, could, I mean, would, can you do that?" she stammered, just as suddenly feeling childish and foolish and in need of direction.

"You have until we get to the door to ask me nicely."

It clicked with her then: "Sir, please will you take those thoughts from me for just a little while? Please?"

"I will, princess, and tonight, starting now if you will obey me."

Her eagerness embarrassed her and she paled and blushed almost at the same time, "Yes, sir, I will obey you. May I please be your good girl, sir?"

"No need to blush, I know you want it just as badly as I do: I want you to be my whore tonight. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, yes sir."

They stopped in front of the entrance and she went to unlock the door.

"Stop."

She halted, met his gaze, turned to him, and redirected her eyes to the ground.

"Take out your phone and address a new email to your boss."

She thought that was odd, but the date was starting to go much better than perfectly fine and she didn't want to lose any momentum. She complied and instinctively handed him the phone. He typed something quickly, read over it, hit send, and pocketed her phone.

She glared at him, on the border of outrage.

"You won't be going to work tomorrow. If I've finished using you in the morning, you'll certainly be too tired to do anything worthwhile at work."

This date was going much better than perfectly fine, indeed.

She unlocked the door and he held it for her to go through. She stopped at the elevator but he continued walking around the corner to the stairs.

"Follow me," he said.

Her feet were killing her in the slim black stilettos but she headed towards the stairs, whining, "I live on the sixth floor, let's just take the elevator."

She didn't expect his swift reaction: he pulled her around the corner and pushed her against the wall. Before she knew it, her skirt was riding up as he pinned both her arms above her head with one hand. He stood about two feet away and stared down at her.

"Look at me."

Heart racing with surprise and arousal, she raised her eyes to his but remained silent.

He reached into the collar of her shirt with his free hand, deftly pushing aside her bra and pinched her left nipple.

"How do you answer me?"

She gasped, mouth wide, with the pain and shock-but she also felt her panties dampen involuntarily.

He pinched harder.

"Y-yes, sir," she managed to stutter.

"That's better. No more whining tonight."

He stepped closer to her, his scent was masculine and intoxicating as he came ever closer. She could feel his heat through her clothes and her skin ached for him to touch it. She arched her back to push her hips into his.

Again, his response was immediate. He slammed her hips back against the wall and pressed his entire body into hers. He grabbed each wrist in an uncomfortably tight hold above her head and spread her arms apart from each other.

He made sure she could feel his hard cock as he said, "If you want this-and I know you do-you will do what I say and only what I say. You may touch me only when I allow it." He thrust his hips to punctuate his command and for a moment all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to fuck her.

"Yes, sir."

The slap across her left cheek and then her right were a surprise. "Bitch. I didn't give you permission to look away from me."

She glared at him in disbelief but quailed at the look he returned to her. Swiftly, he clasped both of her hands in his and she squirmed in pain when he pinched her right nipple. She went a bit weak in the knees for a moment with the pain and the thrill it brought to her wet pussy.

He caught her without missing a beat as she sagged underneath him. Eyes wide and mouth open with lust, she gazed up at him. He gently pulled her upward and said, "Don't worry, princess, I won't let you fall. But tonight, all night, I own you. Spread your legs."

She spread her legs a few inches and her skirt hiked up a bit more.

The next slap was as much of a surprise as the first one, as she thought she had done as she was bidden.

"'Yes, sir' is how you will respond to all of my commands, you worthless whore, or you'll have none of the hard cock your wet pussy craves." Again, he thrust his hips into hers. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.

"Yes, sir."

All she could think of was how it would feel for those hips to bury his hard cock in her dripping pussy. But she had a distinct feeling that he was going to make her wait-and beg-for that feeling.

His free hand grasped her throat, just tightly enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

"You flatter me with your tears. But they are mine now. And so is your breath. Until I release you tomorrow, all of you, mind and body, belongs to me," he tightened his grip ever so slightly.

She gasped in an attempt to fill her lungs with air but he pressed his entire body against hers again and leaned into kiss her, hand still firmly on her throat. The heat in his kiss filled her with dread and hope for the night to come. She kissed him back with a passion even she did not anticipate.

-

By the third flight of steps, her feet were truly killing her. But her feet were the least of her worries. He had run his tie through her necklace and was practically dragging her up the stairs at a pace much too fast for comfort. As they reached the fourth floor landing, she tripped, landing on her knees and ripping her stockings so badly that one of the garters popped off and dangled below the hem of her skirt, now hiked up near her hips.

"Mmmmm, just where a dirty slut like you belongs, on her filthy knees."

"Please, sir", she begged, "please let me take these shoes off."

"I would, but you just look so goddamn good in them. And the sweat that pricks your brow is just a hint at the sweat that will cover your beautiful body before I'm done with it. Which reminds me, you should probably hydrate. Give me your keys."

She reached for them in her bag and began to stand up. He pushed her back to her knees and whispered fiercely in her ear, "you will stay here. Come closer to the wall."

Again she began to stand up, but he pushed her down, "I didn't say stand up. Crawl, cunt."

She bristled. But his tone brooked no argument and she inched towards the wall on her hands and knees.

He pulled a condom from his pocket and held it flat against the wall. She found this strange. He cleared his throat. She immediately directed her confused gaze at him and said, "yes, sir?"

"Good girl. I'm glad you are a quick study."

"Thank you, sir."

"I won't fuck your cunt without a condom, and if this one hits the floor, I won't be using it for you."

Her expression changed to one of profound confusion.

He glared down at her, still holding the condom against the wall about four feet off the floor. "You will put your nose on this and you will hold it there until I return with some water for you."

"Yes, sir."

"You will not touch the wall with any part of your body. You will hold your arms out to your sides, parallel to the floor. You will not move until I give you permission."

"Yes, sir." She shimmied forward on her knees, destroying her stockings. She put her arms out and leaned forward to place her nose on the condom, terrified of touching the wall and of letting the condom drop.

"Good girl," he said, a smile in his voice that she dare not turn her head to see.

He stood over her, contemplating her for a moment and walked to her other side. As he took in the site of his whore obeying his wishes, he yanked her skirt all the way up to her waist, exposing stockings, garters, and lace panties. She shivered a bit as the cool air rushed against her skin. He popped the remaining attached garter, leaving a smarting red mark as he walked away without another word.

As soon as she heard him walk through the door to the sixth floor, she heard the door in the ground floor open.

The only thought that came to her mind was, "I've waited too long for this, please don't ruin it for me." But the word that came to her lips was, "Shit."

She heard a voice she recognized, "Did you hear that?"

A voice she didn't recognize said, "Hear what?"

"I thought I heard someone talking," said the recognizable voice. But she couldn't remember why it was recognizable. The foot steps paused below her and she panicked, almost dropping the precious condom. But she realized the voice lived on the second floor and they were pausing to unlock the door. A bead of sweat dripped down her nose as she sighed in relief and pressed her nose harder against the wall to ensure the condom wouldn't fall.

-

It seemed like an eternity before he returned with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a glass of ice water in the other.

Her first thought was for the whiskey and she very nearly let the condom drop to the floor but managed to catch it in an awkward position under her cheek before it fell to the floor. He eased down the wall beside her and benignly took a seat on the floor inches away; the aroma of the whiskey combined with his cologne was torture.

The smirk on his face at her awkward position was even more tortuous as he was clearly enjoying her conundrum: continue to look foolish with her pretty face smooshed up against the cinder block wall or regain her dignity and allow the condom to drop to the floor.

He placed his fingers on the wall just inside her line of site and walked them-slowly-towards the condom. He held the corner of the condom so it wouldn't drop. She collapsed with relief and sighed loudly, leaning back on her heels.

She recognized the brand of whiskey when he threw it in the face in anger, an expensive bottled she'd purchased in Dublin and only enjoyed on special occasions.

"You dumb cunt!" he yelled at her, "I didn't tell you to move!"

"Fucking hell! That whisky was expensive! What's wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with you, cunt? You said you would obey me!"

She sank back further, "Sir, I'm so sorry, please forgive me."

He accepted her apology by slapping her and ripping the front of her top to expose her bra.

"Please, sir?"

The other cheek burned when he slapped her again.

He looked murderous and she was desperate to salvage the situation. "Sir, may I show you how sorry I am? Please?"

"How?"

"May I unzip your pants and touch your cock, sir?"

He nodded.

She went to remove his belt but stopped when he cleared his throat-she hadn't been given permission for that. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. She peered up at him and he nodded again.

She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft, twirled it around the tip and slowly lowered her mouth down his length until she could feel him deep in her throat. She held the position until her face reddened and her eyes watered and then slowly worked her way back up his shaft. He sighed in pleasure as her lips worked up and down his cock, slowly increasing the pressure before sinking her face deep into his groin to take him deep in her throat once more.

"Please forgive me, sir?" she asked when she worked her way back up and reached the tip again.

"You are forgiven," the ground floor door opened again, he smirked, "but don't stop."

She returned to his swollen cock and gave it all of her attention despite the foot steps she heard on the first flight of stairs.

She was sucking at a feverish pace when she heard the steps mount the stairs to the fifth floor. She stopped and tried to withdraw in a panic.

"Don't stop, whore," came his barely audible whisper. He forced her bra down, exposing her hard nipples and then forced her mouth down to the base of his shaft and she gagged.

The footsteps stopped and she tried again to pull away, panic in her eyes. The steps began again. He forced her down again and she could hear his soft laugh at her predicament. She was on her knees, her hose were torn, as was her top, and her nipples were erect as the cock in her mouth. Her hair and makeup were a disaster

But when the steps sounded on the sixth flight, she could feel him tense.

Without warning, he yanked her up to her feet by her hair. She could just see the top of the building supervisor's head and she could feel the color drain from her face. He dragged her to her apartment door, which was mercifully close to the stairwell and fumbled to get the key. The stairway door opened and he still couldn't open the door. He grabbed her and pressed her back against the door with his entire body. When the supervisor walked by, all he could see was a nicely dressed couple in a tender embrace. He kissed her deeply, his form concealing her disheveled state from the supervisor.

They heard the supervisor's steps disappear around the corner and he pulled away. The mixture of panic and relief showed in her face and he stroked her cheek.

"Thank you, sir."

"The pleasure is mine, but there is no need to thank me. As you are mine to use, you are mine to protect," he said as he continued to caress her neck and trace her collarbone down to her bare breast and nipple, on which he planted a gentle kiss.