Tease

15 (Knox) 🔥

It was never intended to go this far. I thought when I first saw her it'd be a one night stand, and we'd be done. I've never been this fucking insane before.

When I read her books I was intrigued. It seemed she had similar interests, but was a little uneducated. Inexperienced.

It felt almost like I was convincing myself she was just writing those things but didn't want to actually experience it. Like she was faking it.

Then I went a little crazed -even for my standards- when I first saw her in the office. I wanted her. I needed her.

As the building manager, I did the tours and handled all the paperwork for people moving in and out of the building. In exchange I get free rent. It's a neat little side hussle I do for the owner. The extra money is a bonus.

When the apartment beside me was vaccaded, I planned to keep it that way for a while so I could be as loud as I wanted. The last people complained a handle full of times and that's when I realized you could hear almost everything through the wall between the bedrooms.

So, I paid the rent for it, and was even considering moving some stuff into there to turn it into a make shift home office.

Then, her. She happened. She was perfect.

That was when I decided I needed to get Raya to move in beside me.

The plan was that I would put up a posting for cheap rent. I told the owner she was a friend of mine and I'd pay the difference. Got another friend to do the tour for me, and give her the paper work. She couldn't say no. Not with the price, location being close to the office, and how nice the place was.

Then it was just about getting the timing right so she would spot me with a woman.

I needed her to know right away what she was getting herself into. I didn't want to sugar coat anything, in fact, I almost hoped she'd get scared and run off.

Only she didn't. I could see how much she wanted me. Giving me doe eyes, and that stupid little stunt in the laundry room that I'm still not certain whether was done on purpose or not.

God, she makes me mad. I want every part of her.

I don't really think of myself as a stalker. Sure, I led her in the right direction. Maybe sociopathic would be the correct term.

I couldn't help myself. I'm obsessed.

...

I lead her to my bedroom, her bare feet soft on the hardwood floor.

I push her down onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly. She looks up at me, her eyes both scared and excited.

"Undress," I command, standing over her. It's hard to keep up the straight faced seriousness sometimes. Especially since she looks so cute when she's scared.

She hesitates for a moment before starting to unbutton her blouse, her fingers fumbling slightly. I watch, my cock hardening in my pants. I think she's trying to be seductive, but her nerves are getting the better of her.

I grab her wrists, stopping her. "Slowly," I say, my voice low.

She nods, taking a deep breath before continuing. She slips her blouse off, revealing a lacy bra that did little to hide her hardened nipples. She unzips her skirt next, wiggling out of it, leaving her in just her underwear.

"All of it," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. She slips her panties off next, kicking them away.

I walk over, tilting my head to the side as I grab a nipple and twist it. She bites her lip to hold in a cry. That won't do. My other hand reaches forwards to cup her jaw, sliding my thumb into her mouth, pulling her mouth open.

"I decided you need some rules. Written out, since you clearly have trouble with verbal instruction."

She stares up at me, eyebrows coming together. I push my thumb further into her mouth. She's smart and doesn't move to stop me. I twist her nipple harder and this time she can't hold in her whine.

"Kneel down, on the floor. And hold your hands behind your back."

I step back, and she moves down to the floor. I don't wait for her to get into position before I leave the room.

I go straight for the kitchen, grabbing a pen and paper. I know what I want from her. But I want to make it a little more intresting than that. She writes books, so surely she'll excel at this little project.

When I come back into the room, she's sitting facing the bed, on her knees, sitting back on her heels with her knees spread about a foot apart.

I stare at her back for a minute. She's got the most perfect figure. She doesn't turn to look at me and my eyes flick down to her wrists. She has her fingers interlocked behind her back. Not the way I'd like it, so I reach down, pull her hands apart, and maneuver her so that one hand grabs the other wrist.

Then I grab her shoulder and pull back, pushing in on her lower back to fix her posture.

"This is how I want you to kneel if I tell you to. Chin down."

Her head tilts forwards, eyes on her thighs in front of her. Almost as soon as her head is down, I grab her chin and yank it up. I can't lie and say I'm not a tad suspicious as to why she's listening so well.

"Why are you being so obedient?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Don't be smart with me."

"Maybe I just want to please you," she says, her voice laced with sarcasm.

She shrugs, a little smile on her face. I don't know what she did, but I'm sure I'll find out later.

I narrow my eyes, but put the paper down in front of her, then drop the pen.

"You're going to write out rule you think you should follow. Write anything that you think will please me."

"Isn't this supposed to be your job?"

"You're the writer. I'm just the editor."

She hums, looking at the paper with her hands still behind her back.

"Well?" I say.

She reluctantly picks the paper up as if it'll burn her, then sits with her legs crossed so she can hunch over and write.

Just before her pen hits the paper I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up again. She startles, and grabs for her scalp.

"Knox!"

"For every rule you write on there that I don't like, I'll edge you, then hit you so hard you'll see stars. Understand?"

She gets this look over her face. I know it very well because it happens everytime I threaten to hit her. And also, when her plans were ruined. So I assume she was going to write some bullshit rules then. Her eyes grow a little wider. Sometimes she'll bite her lip a little bit. Then she'll look down at where ever my hands are, ad if waiting for me to grab her.

"Yes sir," she breathes.

I can't help myself. I lean down and kiss her. Hard. My other hand goes to her throat and she groans into my mouth.

She grabs at me, but I don't let her, pulling away. "You're so pretty when you're obedient. But I do enjoy disciplining you."

"Is that the point of these rules then? More reason to punish me?"

I smirk. I'm a little out of breath when I say quietly, "Write the rules. Minimum of five to start. Maybe if I like them enough I'll even reward you."