For my Darling Sir and my Wonderful Pet.
This story was created based off of some strange, and rather drunk, conversations that I have had with a few of my friends that play video games with. They gave me the prompt, and my Sir and my Pet helped me add flesh to the story once I told them what I wanted to do to the story. I'm not sure if there will be anything more to this or not, we shall see... I hope you enjoy.
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There was always a routine she followed, every day. It wasn't the most fun, by any means, but she enjoyed her simple life. It was hers and hers alone. Something today, however felt off. It had since she woke up, perhaps it was the slight variation in her routine yesterday that was throwing her off. Normally she chatted with a few of her online friends before bed, most of them were overseas, weather they were in the military and stashed away in different bases, or they were just from other countries. There were a few members of the crew that she lived to speak with: Arthur, with his dubious South English tone; Finlay, with his thick Scottish brogue that could melt her into a puddle; and Stuart, the mysterious Marine. There were other fun ones to speak with, but they were by far her three favorites. Last night, however, Stuart had been mysteriously absent from their chats, and she found herself missing him. Being in the military, she knew that he had things he needed to do, which wasn't a big deal, but something about this silence seemed off.
Her apartment was on the smaller side, but it suited her just fine. It had a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and a large bedroom which was good for all of her gaming gear. Video Games had always been a passion of hers, and she was fortunate enough to work at a job where she made more money than she spent, so a decent chunk had gone into some sweet consoles. A shiny Xbox One (aka the Bone), a PS4 (the Gaystation as coined by some of her online friends), Her tower (Eye of Sauron as she called it, it was a bright black and red monstrosity), and her mac... which a lot of her friends new nothing about since it was used primarily to work on multimedia, yet another passion of hers. With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the mac and checked her email and various forms of useless entertainment before checking her messengers to see if anyone had sent her anything, secretly hoping that Stuart had indeed sent her a message. There was nothing however, and that saddened her. With nothing pending, she tossed in a microwaveable dinner and started prepping for her shower, today had been a long day.
With the dinner consumed, she hopped under the hot water and rinsed away her woes, she was probably just overthinking. She knew that Stuart often had to work for a whole 24 hrs straight to complete different certifications of his training, so there was probably nothing wrong and she would hear from him tomorrow or the following day when his schedule got back up to snuff enough to allow for video game play. The shower could have been longer, but she felt the pull of her video games strike, and she wanted to just cuddle up with her blankets and enjoy some peace. She had just logged in and set up her party when there was three loud bangs on her front door. She was startled, and waited listening for more when she heard them again. "Hold on a sec, someone is at my door," she told her friends that were on and she went to investigate. The banging on her door was a constant now, and not just the three short bumps. Her quick temper started to flare as she pulled open the door to see a man about to barrage her door yet again. "Excuse me, but i think even the Hulk had more manners than you. Go beat up someone else's door, I'm not buying anything."
The big brute of a man didn't say anything, and she couldn't see his eyes behind his wrap around shades. "Can you remove your foot from my door please? Unlike you, some people have things to do." The corner of his mouth tugged up into a smirk and he put his palm on the door, leaning in. "Can I help you... sir?" she asked, she could feel something crackle in the air, before she could assess it, she was pushed back against the wall opposite the door, held up by her ass, and a pair of hot lips crushing hers in a brutal kiss. Her heart beat sped up, and she pushed against the rock hard shoulders of her attacker.
When he finally came up for air, he was smiling, "You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that." His voice was deep and there was something familiar about it that sent shivers down her spine. "I knew you would have the sweetest mouth, despite all that venom you sprout missy..." His lips were traveling her neck and nibbling on her ears, a moan was threatening to escape her so she fought it. "You have no idea what you do to me woman, listening to you talk every night has drove me batty. That sexy little giggle of yours, all those witty little comebacks that you make." He was practically moaning into her skin as he talked, her brain slowly was filling with a foggy lust. "Woman you have no idea... all those innuendos, fuck I couldn't get you outta my head, I tried like hell, work was hell, all I could think about was your hot little mouth. You know that?" His lips were back on hers again, trying to devour her, she wasn't fighting him anymore, her hands were buried in his hair, tugging at the short hairs, her legs locked around his waist. "Do you know how hard it is to work with other Marines with a perma boner?"
"Marines?" she whimpered as he pressed his hips into hers,and his hands kneaded the flesh they were holding. Pieces were starting to click together in her head, through the lust filled bog that was her mind. "What..." all thought fled as he resumed his drugging kisses.
"What are you wearing?" were the next words she heard, as she felt his fingers against the edges of her soft shorts.
"My Pj's, I just got out of the shower..." Her words were cut off in a strangled moan as his lips captured a pebbled nipple through her shirt, his teeth biting down enough for her to arch her back into the caress, and press her pelvis harder against his. He grunted pressing her ass into the wall with his hips, and using his hands to slide up the shirt and uncover the breasts he wanted to taste. Once her shirt was up and out of the way, he latched onto one of the nipples and squeezed the other, her keening cry was bouncing off of the walls in her entryway. His touch and lips became harder and more aggressive the more sound she made. She was panting now, her harsh breath in his hears, as he left half dollar sized bruises on her flesh, his pelvis grinding into hers as just the right angle. Her tone took on a note of desperation and she pushed back against his pelvis, her hands latched onto his shoulders. "Please... PLEASE... Im gonna... fuck please... im gonna cum... im gonna cum... oh!" Her head was tossed back, as much as it could be and her mouth was hanging open, eyes rolled back and trembling as her body crashed into orgasm.
"You are so fucking beautiful when you cum... I can't wait till you do that when I am inside you... " he whispered as he placed soft kisses on her neck and tweaked her nipples causing her to twitch. She heard the door of her apartment slam closed, and a wave of embarrassment coursed through her as he lifted her and walked her more into the small apartment. Her body still trembled as he tossed her down onto the couch, and she finally got a better look at him. Shit kickers were the first thing she noticed, the dark heavy boots covered mostly by the blue jeans he was wearing. A thick leather belt held the jeans low on his waist, she licked her lips as her eyes slowly traveled up his body. A black tee was visible under the black leather jacket. The look screamed biker, but to her it screamed something else.
His glasses came off, then the jacket, then the shirt. He stood in nothing but his pants and his boots, and that's when it hit her. If she hadn't been staring at him so intently, she may have missed the small patch of puckered skin near his shoulder, a bullet wound. "Stuart?" His grin was wide and predatory as he moved closer to her, he grabbed one of her outstretched limbs, a leg and ran his hands up the flesh. "But... how? Why...?" she incoherently mumbled as gooseflesh broke out on her legs. His fingers inched closer to her quivering core.
