7. Deckard

A s soon as the door to my private room opens, I hear her vile little mouth screaming all sorts of obscenities to Nix, and I have to stifle the laugh she brings on.

Still the same loud mouth on her.

"You fucking limp dick, ass fucker!!" She screams as he walks through the door carrying her over his shoulder. "You better put me the fuck down now, before I shove my fist up your ass and use you like a ventriloquist dummy!" Closing it behind him, he drops her to her feet.

"You sound insane! Do you realise that!?" He shouts back at her, and I have to halt myself from running over there and smashing his face into the wall for talking to her that way. "Maybe you should take some fucking Ritalin to relax you."

I've always been possessive of Cairo. In all honesty, I never thought I'd see her again after what happened seven years ago. Twirling his finger by his temple he continues; "You're all kinds of messed up, little girl!" Cairo pushes him roughly and Nix stumbles back. "Deckard you better come get your fucking bitch right now!" he shouts, pointing to me. She spins on her heel and throws her hands out by her side.

"Of course it would be you!" She laughs, pressing her hands to her hips briefly, before turning back to face Nix, her face filled with pure rage. "And I'm nobody's bitch, asshole!" Balling her fist she punches him at full force in the arm and he grabs her wrist.

"Ne me touche pas!"

"Enough!" I shout, my real voice still hidden behind the distorter. Not because I'm afraid, but because I'm more interested in having my fun before I allow her to hear my real voice again, not that she would remember it. I've changed a lot since then. "Nix, out!" I shout.

Cairo turns to face him, poking her tongue out like a petulant child that won an argument. Nix flips her off then proceeds to aim it at me. Leaving the room, he slams the door, and she turns back to face me. My private room is only illuminated by a deep red bulb.

The only other colour is the neon blue mask I wear. The music from the main room already drowned out from the soundproof walls. My eye's trail her body from her curly black hair that cascades her shoulders and chest, to the hourglass shape of her lower body.

Thick thighs to smother the life out of me and I'm fucking drooling.

"Don't just sit there in silence… Talk!" she demands. Just as fiery as I remember. "Are you deaf?" she shouts.

Leaning forward, in the large black chair I'm sitting in, I rest my forearms on my thighs and stare back at her. "Why are you here, Cairo?"

"Actually, I have no idea," she shrugs. "So if you wouldn't mind letting me out of here that would be-"

"Cairo!" I call out into the open space, its louder than I intended but I'm not here to play games. I want her and I will have her. Her reaction is immediate, not an ounce of fear in sight.

Still as feisty as I remember.

"I'm going to ask you one more time." Taking a deep breathe, I close my eyes. Knowing she can't see my face; she stands there rigid and quiet. "Why. Are. You. Here?"

"I signed up," her delicate throat bobs up and down and she swallows. "To play, obviously."

That's my fucking girl.

"And do you want to play?" My voice level. "Be honest with yourself."

"Yes," she replies confidently, and the grin that forms on my face is fucking magnificent and fuck me if it isn't the sexiest thing I've ever heard come from her lips. That single word, giving me all the permission I need. I'm all for giving someone what they want, but in situations like this, consent is key. I needed to hear her say it, to look at her face and see that she meant it.

I need the person I'm giving the fantasy to, to realise that they are the ones in control. That they are the ones who can stop this at any point, and that I am just the puppet to fulfil their fantasies in the best way possible. Dominating someone is a gift, not something to be toyed with, or stolen without permission.

"Make me believe it." My voice playful now. "Come here." I curve my finger once in a come here action, then point between my legs. She goes to take a step forward and I hold up my hand. "Uh, uh." She freezes, and I shake my head. "Crawl." The word falling from my lips as an order not a request.

I can clearly see the struggle she's having with handing control over to me, even though I know she fucking craves it. I can already smell her arousal. Slowly, she drops to her knees. Clicking my fingers between my legs, I widen them and slouch back in my chair.

Moving one arm forward, she begins to slowly crawl over to where I am. Her black hair falling over her shoulders with every delicate movement she makes. Every time she moves a leg forward, the incredible curve of each of her ass cheeks pops.

Like a pro, the moment she stops between my legs she pushes back into a kneeling position, hands resting on her thighs.

"Such a good girl, Cairo." I reach for her face, brushing the back of my gloved hand over her cheek. "Do you have your safe word?" I ask, making sure that she is fully aware of what is about to happen.

"Yes." She breathes softly, her dulcet tones filling the room and the scent emanating from her goddess like body filling my nostrils as I lean in and take a deep breath.

I slide my hand around her throat, "Do you know how to use it, Cairo?"

She nods.

"Words, Cairo." Her name rolling off my tongue like honey, and it tastes divine, but nothing like I know. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes, I know how to use it." Her voice a little more than a whisper now. Her cheeks a soft shade of pink with my hand wrapped around her throat, and it looks fucking perfect.

"Say it for me, baby. Pretty please." I lean in closer, my mask almost touching her face. The colour of her stunning emerald eyes blown with lust.

"Trojan."

"That's my girl." Fuck I wish she could see my face right now. "You're so good for me, aren't you?" I'll take it off soon, but right now, I want this to begin with the mask.

She nods.

"Take off my other glove." I lift my free hand in front of her. The Velcro scratches out into the space between as she snaps it back. Pressing her fingers to the tips of mine and releasing my hand from the confinement of the leather. It's taking every ounce of strength I have to remain calm right now, because after all this time away from her, all I want is to breathe her in and hold her close.

"What else?" Her chest rising and falling in front of me. Not with fear and definitely not with worry.

She's anticipating my next move.

"Stand up," I demand, "take off your underwear, and give it to me."

Releasing her throat from my grasp, I watch her as she rises to her feet. Lifting the dress slightly, she pulls the neon green thong from her lower body, her arousal ever visible. Tapping my thighs, I sit back. "Straddle me but leave some space between us."

Nodding and lifting one leg at a time, she rests one hand on my shoulder to steady herself and just a single touch from her makes my cock hard. Snaking my left arm around her waist, I pull her towards me, just at the right angle in which I need her and slide my right hand through the space between us.

"Before anything else happens, you're going to come on my hand. Do you understand me?"

"Please."

Fuck.

"Again… beg, Cairo."

I need to hear it.

"Please… make me come."

Fuck me!

The sound of her begging makes my cock strain tightly against the fabric of my black combats and if I don't slow myself down, I'll be fucking her now and it will be over quicker than I intend or I'll come in my boxers like some fuckin pre-pubescent teen.

I need her to beg for my cock.

Lifting two fingers in front of her mouth I tilt my head. "Suck." She widens her mouth and without warning, I shove my fingers down the back of her throat.

No reaction other than her eyes widening in shock.

"No gag reflex, impressive." I wiggle my fingers in the back of her throat, and she coughs. Pulling them free, a string of saliva drags from her mouth to my fingers. "Lift the dress to your waist and let me see that desperate little cunt."

Lowering my hand between us, she pulls the hem of her dress up and around her waist. Leaning back slightly, I look at the arousal clearly coating her pussy.

"Lift the mask," I tell her. Little does she know I have a balaclava on underneath. Her tiny hands curve on the underside of the mask and slowly lift it up to rest on the top of my head. "I want you to look into my eyes when you come, Cairo." My real voice getting the reaction I wanted. I use the voice distorter to make it deeper than it already is.

She hasn't seen me in seven years so I doubt she would even recognise my eyes or voice and at this point her eyes are so filled with lust I could rob her, and she wouldn't realise. I slide my two fingers up her dripping slit and the second there is contact, her eyes flutter closed. Head dropping back.

"Eyes on me, Cairo." I spank her with the hand that's pressed to her back and the crack echoes in to the room mixing with her yelp. "Look at me." Her eyes finally meet mine and I shove my slick fingers deep inside her. Gripping my face in her hands she rests her forehead against mine.

"Oh fuck." She mewls. I pull my fingers out slowly, sliding them in and out of her at an agonising pace, her walls already clenching around me. She can come now, but it won't be the only time. Tonight, I plan to fuck her until I've marked her as mine and she can't bare another to touch her.