***This chapter is a sequel to chapter 5. We continue the story from Jani's perspective.***
When I came back to the house, Jari was shouting and swearing. I realized that in my hurry to follow this girl I forgot to untie him from the table. "Come here you motherfucking ass raping faggot!" he shouted. "Get me loose so I can kick your bloody ass!! You fucking asshole! I'll get you for this!" I almost ran into the room to help him, but his shouting made me think twice. Jari is a pretty strong guy, quite different from me with my skinny body that's more used to library visits than going to the gym.
I stopped in the doorway looking into the kitchen. I'm sure that he couldn't see me. He must have heard me come in. I figured that since he was obviously in a very bad mood it would be the wise thing just to quietly leave the house and give him some time to cool off. 'Once I'm far enough I'll message a friend to cut him loose.' I thought. I've never been much of a fighter and the prospect of getting beat up by the guy I just fucked in the ass against his will, or mine, didn't sound too attractive.
But what choice did I have? This girl! She was just so strong, so convincing. I don't know what came over me, it seemed like I lost all my free will. I would have done anything for her. Funny thing is, I actually liked it. It felt comfortable. I wonder, will she ever contact me again? I hope so, I think she's my dream girl.
I'm the better part of the way home when my phone beeps. Before I can reach for my phone, my heart is beating like a drum. An unknown number. Could it be her? I look at the address and stop in my tracks. I turn around and start running towards it. I hope I can make it in time. I don't want to disappoint her! That would mean disaster!
Twenty Five minutes later I arrive at the right address. It's a big farmhouse at the end of a long driveway. There's a light on behind a window on the first floor but downstairs it's dark. I try the door and find it unlocked. For a moment I wonder if it wouldn't be a better idea to just turn around and run but my curiosity takes the better of me. Besides that, I promised her to show up. I wouldn't want her to think that I'm not serious.
I open the door and walk in. I startle when the door falls shut behind me with a loud bang. I wait for a moment but nobody reacts. On my toes I proceed. In the hallway there's no-one to be seen. I climb the stairs and open the first door I see. It's the bathroom. I close the door again and move on. My heart beats in my throat and drums in my ears. I'm afraid that somebody might hear it and I'll get caught. I know I shouldn't be since I was invited but I'm still not entirely sure if I arrived at the right house. I open the door opposite of the bathroom. It's a dimly lit bedroom. When I stick my head in I hear snoring coming from bed. I see some people sleeping in a bed that's over filled. As soft as possible I close the door again, careful not to wake them up. On the other side of the hallway there's another door. I walk to it and knock softly.
"You're late." I hear a woman's voice say.
Thank god! I found her.
Her voice is quiet. Commanding. Impatient. Fingers trembling, I push the door open in a lazy arc and step inside. She is sitting on the side of the bed, naked, and regards me with piercing eyes.
I came here not knowing what to expect. All kinds of scenarios played in the back of my mind during my walk: some familiar, and some fueled by the events of the evening. From the moment this girl sent her goons and took control of the situation, I felt her power over me. The realisation dawned upon me that I
want
her to have that power. That I
need
it. Perhaps that it completes me. Her interest in me is the greatest compliment I've ever had, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do anymore. I just hope that she knows. I stare, caught in her gaze like a deer in the headlights, frozen to the ground. I wait.
She's taking me in. Her eyes pin me to the spot, analyzing me. She stands up, showing me her naked body in all its glory. Her smooth white skin. Her small breasts. A small gasp escapes me. Her eyes narrow. My breath catches in my throat. Although she's naked, and I'm fully dressed, it feels the other way around. I am naked and vulnerable under her gaze while she's untouchable.
"You look good." she says, bringing me back into the world. I breath in to reply, but she cuts me off. "Shht!" Her index finger on her lips. She keeps it there longer than needed, sticks out her tongue and lets her finger run over it. She sucks in the corner of her bottom lip. With her eyes still fixed on mine I notice her finger brushing her nipple before she lowers her hand.
The silence seems to last for minutes before she speaks again, waiting until the tension is almost unbearable. "Your name is Jani right?" I nod. "I'm Monica. But that's to friends. You can call me miss Monica. Agreed? I nod again. "Good. That's the formalities out of the way. Time for business." She waits for a few seconds for something to happen. "Well?" she asks. I don't understand what she means. She sighs, bored with my stupidity. "You need to be a bit more proactive here my dear Jani. You can't expect me to do all the work myself. Why don't you start with taking off your clothes?" Happy that she finally tells me what she expects me to do I start undressing.
I take off my shoes, socks, shirt, and jeans, but I hesitate to go further. "Now." Narrowed eyes punctuate the command. I take off my boxers and my half hard cock flips out. As I stand before her, she sticks out a finger, running it over the underside of my cock, stopping under the head. Her finger pushes it up and lets it fall down. A sharp inhale accompanies a shiver, goosebumps breaking out on my skin "I don't get it," she muses, "I specifically told you to be hard when you come here but all I get is this...Well, I don't know what to call it really." She pulls my cock up by the foreskin and waves it around like a dirty washcloth. "I wonder if you're deliberately disobeying my request or if it is your cock being bad? Could that be the case, mmm?" She looks up, but I don't dare to answer. Her pale skin and dark hair is captivating. My eyes catch on -
nipple rings!
- a small black ring caps each pebbled nipple. There's something in her gaze that makes me feel a little scared inside and makes me want to obey and please her. I'm confused, I'm stressed, I'm turned on. My dick should be raging, swishing through the air like a pirate's sword! Instead, it hangs, a flag instead of a flagpole. I don't want to disappoint her, but it just doesn't work.