Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

Chapter Two

"Remember one thing princess, you came to me," he whispered. His hands moved to my bikini top, untying the string. The scrap of fabric falls to the floor. "Do I have your consent, Kaori Marie Michaelson?" He uses my name which indicates the seriousness of this. It wouldn't dawn upon me until later as to how he knew my full name.

"Yes, sir," I whispered.

He chuckles. The sound was deep and intoxicating. "I love your submission, princess. You're a natural at this but you could call me Erik." He sat on the covered sofa as I stood between his long muscular legs, my back facing him in the old grand living room of the Brookheimer manor. His rough hands moved over my belly continuing their ascent to my breast. "Now for your punishment," he twisted a nipple between his index finger and thumb as he whispered those words. The sensation shot straight to my pussy. I was instantly wet. "I'm going to plug your ass and spank you." He nipped and sucked at my hip as he removed the rest of my clothing. I was panting- so very turned on as he used his teeth to untie my bikini bottoms. His hand landed hard on my backside.

"Push that ass out for me, baby. Touch your toes." I do as I'm told. "That's it, flexible girl," Erik praises. It was no secret how wet I was. He could see the moisture between my legs. "All this wetness for me?"

"Yes, sir," my voice was so small.

He cursed. "You want my cock or your punishment?"

"I want both, sir," I answered, bravely.

Earlier...

I peddled as fast as I could away from the Brookheimer manor trying to shake the heat- not due to the weather, shaking from the intense attraction. Never have I ever wanted to slide down a guy's pole within the first few seconds of meeting. I always had a healthy sexual appetite. I wanted it all the time but was always bound to rules. What people would think of a young lady exploring all her sexual urges. I mean people expected it of teenage boys but girls... it almost seemed unfair I had to pretend to be a virgin. That man... Fuck. That man made me want to break every stupid rule that prevented me from doing what I really wanted. That's why I needed to stay away. I didn't want to ruin my family. I shouldn't want to go back there, but I do. Wanted him to act out whatever punishment he had in store for me.

I stopped. Propped my bike up against a tree and caught my breath. Damn this was crazy. Where the hell did a man like that come from? I was losing my good sense. Phone buzzed in my pocket. Where r u? Sam texted.

OMW, I texted back. I needed to take a cool swim in the lake and just hang with my girls.

The dock was quiet. The sun kissed lake glistened like crystals. It was empty except for a few fishermen which was strange considering it was tourist season.

"We black! What the hell is we doing sun-bathing? This white bitch the only one that ain't out of place!" Erin protested. Samantha and I both sighed as we laid on the edge of the dock as my summer pop hits played in the background. A mixture of Calvin Harris, Rihanna, Migos, Drake, etc. You know the usual garbage people my age listened to. My swim did nothing to calm my raging hormones.

Erin scoffed and laid back down. Her frohawk was wet framing her lovely face. Soft dark eyes burned with annoyance. "Erin, just relax. Enjoy the peace and quiet," Sam replied. "So, Ori, did you meet the new neighbor?"

"Yep and I was very disappointed-

Erin laughed. "Translation," she started. "He's fine as hell with a big dick, so y'all back off."

"Mhmm," Sam agreed.

I sat up. "Uh no, he's weird and pervy, started talking about butt plugs and shit," I deadpan.