Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Rent Series

(Parts 1, 2 & 3 all together just honestly for the space) 

I heard the door to my apartment, initially, I panicked as any woman alone would, but by the meer sounds of his steps I knew who it was, he had a key. He'd always had a key I suppose to an extent he had to It was... technically his house. London isn't cheap even a cardboard box off baltic avenue has an eight hundred pound deposit, So if you wanna live here for work and such you have to take what you can get. And what I could get was the little apartment upstairs from the now infamous SEX shop. It was a nice place to live compared to other such places, but like anywhere it had its catches. I heard his steps, his thick soled shoes on my bare wooden floor, muted at times where he stepped over a rug, the swish of his tight pants as he shifted and moved within them with every step, I could smell his aftershave already he always smelt the same like cigarette smoke, leather, dust and husky mahogany and slightly sandalwood aftershave and part of me shivered my spine and the other made me excited.

"It's the twenty-third" his voice spoke expectantly I spotted his reflection on a silver pan I had already washed on my draining board, he stood his butt perched on the back of my red sofa, his black leatherette pants loose around his skinny legs, his pale white slightly greyish shirt the design in it so old and faded it was impossible to read, his blue button down half done and half undone his arms across over his chest, a sly smirk across his lips.

"I know" I nodded focusing on my dishes in the sink with the soft bubbles across my hands as I worked

"You've been avoiding me" his voice thick with a smirk

"No I-" I began about to turn but I felt his body pressed against my own with no escape

"Don't lie to master" he warns

"I haven't been avoiding you"

"Liar" he growled, digging his nails into my hip "do you have the rent or not?"

I shook my head and his smirk only grew

"Humm, you know something?"

"What?"

"I was hoping you didn't" he whispered in my ear "over the sofa. Now" he smirked before he walked towards my bedroom but I stopped him in his tracks trying not to smile

"No"

"What did you say?" He smirked eagerly "did you say no?"

"I did" I nodded trying hard not to blush holding my legs together with a little and I heard a low chuckle and he stepped back to me

"... Fine. You wanna be a brat. You get it like a brat" he smirked, slapping my ass hard digging his nails in as he took a grip of me "you move an inch. I'll take the next four months rent, In advance princess" he warns

"Yes master" I nodded

"Better" he smirked, kissing my neck before marching off to my bedroom. I didn't know what to expect but I did as I was told. I heard him walking back and I tried not to shiver in my excitement he pulled my wrists hard behind my back he tightened a buckled cuff around my wrist and then did the other being forced to hold my hands behind me unable to move from the chain connecting both black fabric shackles he smirked kissing my neck as his hands tugged up the back of my dress to see my panties

"You... you shouldn't be up here too long," I said "Vivienne might wonder where you are"

"She's out with her friends tonight" he smirked "...besides, What Viv doesn't know won't hurt her"

"Malcolm"

"Yes, Babydoll?"

"I - I'll be paid tomorrow from-"