#coworkertrope

[learningtobemyself]

Gardenia Cigarettes Pt. 2

TW: cnc/stalking/flameplay/manipulation

I found myself getting ready with him in mind. I perfectly executed my crop top so that it was showing just the bottom part of my sternum tattoo, then slid on my tightest fitting tan straight leg jeans that make my ass look like a heart and threw on my favorite pair of toy dinosaur earrings I got at a yard sale last summer (gotta keep it a little weird). Finally I did a natural makeup with false lashes, then straightened my hair and topped it all off with a cloudy purple bucket hat. 

The workday was so busy that I barely had any time to flirt with him the way I wanted to, but I know that isn’t the job and customers come first. It would have at least been nice to go over last night with him, though.. Still so much I feel like I don’t remember.

On my last ten of the evening I struck gold. The crowd dispersed into infrequent bouts of two or less which meant that our manager paid no mind to who was taking their breaks and when. Just as I passed from the light glow of the storefront into the shadow of the back parking lot, I turned towards my car and caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of my eye. He was leaning against the concrete wall, smoking a cigarette. No wonder I hadn’t seen him in a few minutes, he came out here. Looking in my bag as I walked, my hands searched blindly for keys briefly before feeling the Harry Potter key chain and freeing them with a good tug. They shot out of the bag, and my hands. Kneeling down I swept them off the ground in one swift motion. Then I looked up and gasped. He was right in front of me, leaning against my door. 

“Heh. No need to jump, it’s only me.” he said with a breath of smoke. 

“How did you- You were all the way over there.” I gestured in disbelief. 

“Long legs, remember? Wouldn’t expect you to know about stuff like that though. Being that you’re about 5 feet tall and everything.”

I shot up to my feet and gave my best pout.

“I am not! I’m 5’4!”

A mock sympathetic sigh was his return.

“No need to feign attitude sweetheart.” He said, taking another drag. “We both know how much you love that I'm bigger than you. Faster than you. Smarter.” He exhaled the smoke just above my head before looking down at me with the cockiest smile. “You just live for the knowledge that you can’t get away. Even if you wanted to, you’d be too weak. At the mercy of me.” 

His eyes were now inches from mine, and I could feel them burning into my soul in an almost forceful way. I didn’t know how I felt about it but I couldn’t shut my eyes or look away. So I just listened. 

“Why do you like that, sweetie?” His free hand traced down my arm until it found my wrist and wrapped around it, guiding it up past my head. “Why do you like.. Being at mercy of another? What if I'm cruel? What if I'm.. sadistic?” The last word slipped off his tongue like a poison. One that I yearned to taste.

His eyes drifted to the wrist he was still pinning against my car, then to my bare forearm. His lit cigarette. My bare forearm. Then at me. Sporting a devious look that I knew should scare me but only enticed me further.. Then he did it.

Searing pain above my wrist bone for a split second, then a warming soft sensation. Looking over I watched him pull his lips from my arm, revealing the small cylindrical burn he’d just left with his cigarette. 

“Sorry about that. Hand slipped. Hopefully it won’t scar. Then again if it does, you’ll always have something to remember me by.” He chuckled. “Well, cigarette’s out. My break is over anyhow. See you inside, love.”

He paused to kiss the already scarring tissue above my wrist, and went inside.

Before my brain could process what had just happened, my phone told me my break was over.

When I walked back inside he gave me a warm smile as if nothing had happened. I should’ve been repulsed, terrified, even angry.. Though truth be told I was none of those things. If anything I was a bit flustered.. The evening was so slow that eventually management let the next in line to get off shift simply leave early. Luckily for me, such a decision determined him leaving which left me free to anchor my focal point to the job at hand.. Which I executed poorly. Part of the blame is to be shone on the fact that as he was walking out the door to leave he made a point to look back at me and say “I’ll be seeing you.”

I spent the remainder of my shift either discreetly looking at the mark on my wrist or feeling it through my jacket sleeve. 

The parking lot was unusually empty when I arrived home but still I parked in my unofficial-official space, about halfway to the end. I noticed that a vehicle had pulled in behind me but thought nothing of it considering there are many cars in our apartment complex and I only recognize about four of them. What was unusual however was the fact that even after I had taken a few minutes to gather my belongings, I noticed no one had emerged from the black car. I tried to peer through my passenger window across the way and into theirs, but their windows were tinted. Even though nothing particularly unusual had happened (maybe they were waiting for a friend, or possibly finishing up a song) something about it still made me feel uneasy. 

However one mustn’t cash in their time on ill-mannered things such as the business of others. Throwing my book bag over my shoulder I hopped out of my car, looking back twice to make sure I’d locked it before heading inside. 

Walking past the car I could see now that it was not black. In the light it shone a deep red, almost garnet. Trying not to look obvious, I used my peripheral vision to try peering into the windshield in an attempt to see who was in the driver’s seat. I couldn’t quite make out who it was, but I got a glimpse of blonde hair. That couldn’t be him, could it?  Absolutely not, a mere coincidence. Yet still. With each step my pace quickened and heartbeat gained time, once I reached my front door I had practically been running. My fingers quickly punched in my key code and I locked myself in. Only sitting to rest on my bed after going to each window and doorway to ensure that they were locked securely. 

After making dinner I decided to draw myself a bath. Turning the faucet temperature to as hot as it would go and dropping in a bath bomb from my previous outing to the mall. I then began cleaning the kitchen while I waited. Even with the tub filling in the other room, I heard it. The distinct sound of the electric lock on the front door. Assuming my roommate had decided to come home from her maybe-boyfriends, I waited a moment for her to walk in the door. Only she didn’t. Hesitation in my step, I inched towards the door. Slowly putting my eye up to the peephole I simultaneously turned the latch back to the locked position. Empty porch. What the hell.. Curiosity and a slight bit of concern followed me into the bathroom as I undressed and inched into the steaming water. Thoughts of him tiptoed into my mind as my body adjusted to the temperature. Searing pain hit me as I submerged my left hand. Yanking it back out I saw the burn mark from a few hours ago shining pink with stimulation. I kissed it tenderly and sighed; wondering if it was an act of malice, or twisted love. Closing my eyes I tried to ignore it, guiding focus to my breath and relaxation.

Water seeping into my ear canal made me shoot upright. I must’ve drifted off in the tub because the water was now lukewarm at best. I suddenly got the eerie feeling that arises when one has stayed up too late while alone. Reminding myself that I am a capable adult and am not scared of my own apartment, I opened the drain, checked the clock on my phone and got out to towel off. Once dry, I walked quickly to my bedroom and closed the door. Sitting on my bed was my favorite red nightie. 

Wait. 

Did I lay this out for myself?

I mean obviously I must’ve. I just don’t really remember doing it.

Slipping the blood red silk over my hourglass frame, I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror. However my ogling was interrupted by that eerie feeling again. As if someone was watching me. Usually when I'm in my bedroom with the shades drawn I feel safe. But something was different. Trying not to scare myself more than I already had, I climbed up onto my bed and between the sheets. The soft white comforter was kind to my burn, and I rubbed a bit of saliva onto it in hopes of speeding up the healing process.

My breathing was slow, so close to sleep that I almost didn’t hear it. Almost. 

It was the sound of the lock again. Only this time the front door opened. I waited in frozen silence on my bed for the verdict of who it could be. Logically it was my room mate, coming back home. Logically. But something told me this wasn’t a time to be logical. My mind began racing - knife is in my purse, taser is in my book bag FUCK. I’m in bed, there’s nothing I can do. Maybe I’m being frantic. Maybe it’s just Jen. 

Every thought scattered when I heard my bedroom door open and close.  I may have been facing the wall but I could feel him standing over me. Panic took over my entire body, and all I could do was hold perfectly still. Hoping that whoever it was would just leave. Knowing that it was him. Knowing that he wouldn’t. 

The floor creaked below his feet as he stepped closer to my bed. My breathing got more shallow as I felt my comforter slowly being pulled down off my body, revealing the silk nightie. 

“I see you wore the outfit I picked for you. You look so gorgeous in this color.”

I didn’t respond. Didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Maybe if he thought I was asleep he would just leave.

He didn’t. 

Instead he walked around my bed, so that he was at my feet. I felt his weight around me as he lifted himself onto the bed, one foot and arm on either side of my legs. He began walking up so that he was directly above me before he turned my shoulder and we made eye contact. I wanted to be terrified, and I was. But there was something else there, too. As humiliating as it is to admit, I also felt adrenaline.. anticipation. 

“Shh it’s only me, sweetheart.”

A small gasp left my lips just as he covered my mouth with his hand.

“Don’t make any noise young lady, wouldn’t want to bother the neighbors now would we?” He said it with a caring, stern tone.

I wanted to cry but something was stopping me.

I felt his free hand guide itself down to my hips as his legs tightened around me. The only defense I had was whimpering into his palm while he mocked me for not wearing underwear beneath my nightie. 

“Shaved and no undies? It’s as if you were waiting for me.” His menacing smile cut through his words like a blade.

The crazy part is that my hands weren’t rendered totally useless.. If I really wanted to I could have broken free, but I didn’t. I’m not sure if it was out of fear, primal instinct or god forbid, because on some level.. He was right. I wanted this. 

His hand was slowly working its way to my inner pelvis, and I could feel his cock grinding against me as he spoke. 

“Your little pussy lips are so soft.. Fuck, you’re so wet it’s literally dripping out. You really love this, don’t you? God, it’s pathetic how needy you are for attention.” He paused to bring his lips right to my ear “It gets me so fucking hard.”

He finished his sentence by shoving two fingers deep into my pussy, causing me to moan involuntarily. His eyes burned into mine as a sadistic smile crept across his face.  

With sensation rendering me speechless, he removed his hand from my mouth and replaced it with his lips. Panic subsided as my body allowed him to caress and enter it. He reached behind my neck to cradle my head in his hand as he continued making out with me, letting his tongue roam through my mouth as if he owned it. Licking my teeth and forcing his spit into my mouth. Something about him wanting me badly enough to follow me home like this made me feel so good. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I wanted him inside of me so badly. To claim me as his. To give me the ultimate form of attention. 

His words pierced my misguided thoughts. 

“You know, I promised myself I wouldn't do anything you didn’t want. But seeing the needy little mess you are for me already, it would be a shame not to give you what you’re practically begging for.” He paused to look me in the eye. “ And I just can’t help but spoil you.” 

Grabbing my hair and biting my neck simultaneously, he slammed his cock into me so effortlessly that it felt like I was drowning in euphoria. With each thrust he went slightly deeper, reaching the walls of my cervix. It hurt. But the pain was muddled by the loving words he spoke into my ear as he slowly pumped in and out of me.

“You’re so irresistible sweetheart, I just couldn’t help myself. God - I knew you’d be tight but fuck.”

My only capable response was high pitched moans and breathy whimpers.

As he continued his thrusts got harder, and more rushed. I could feel an orgasm building inside of me that I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop if he continued. 

“Please.” I begged. “Stop - I can’t I’m -”

He looked down at me, keeping his pace. 

“Oh what’s that, sweetie? You’re not going to cum for me already, are you? No, honey. It’s okay. You’re allowed to cum.” He gripped me tighter and pulled his cock almost all of the way out before shoving it back in with twice the force, making me scream.

“Please. Da-Daddy please I - I can’t stop it I - I’m gonna - I’m - I - DDDAAADDDDYY!! Oh my GOD DAD, YES FUCK ME!” I screamed out my orgasm in bursts of “fuck” and “oh my god, Daddy”

He let me ride out my pleasure as he continued mounting my small frame. As soon as I leveled out I began begging for mercy. 

“Please.. Please I can’t. I can’t take any more.”

This must’ve been the wrong thing to say, because it only made him fuck me harder. 

“God, yes baby keep begging like that, it sounds so hot. I fucking love listening to your little whimpers. Maybe if I fill you full of cum you’ll even cry for me. Wouldn’t that be so precious?”

He must’ve liked the sound of his own words because he became relentless. Grabbing onto my hips so tight I knew it would leave a bruise, he slammed into me until my whimpers became sobs of pleasure and overstimulation. 

“Fuck, yes. Just like that for me, princess. God your sobs make me want to fucking fill this little pussy with my cum so that you can never leave. You can be all mine, helping Daddy out whenever he needs something to play with. Wouldn’t that be nice, angel?”

I was far past speaking, and it was all I could do to whimper between tear filled sobs.”

“Yea, cry for me baby. Just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you. I just can’t help myself. It’s okay though baby, you want this. You want to belong to me.”

I could feel his cum shooting into my cervix as he pumped his load deep into me before pausing for a moment, still inside of me.”

“And now you do.”