Chapter 1: Introduction
One hand gripped the suitcase handle so tightly my knuckles blanched. The other clasped my phone, poised above the keyboard in a waiting text to Mom. Kash, tell her. It's okay. I can handle this. The tips of my fingers caressed the smooth surface of the screen, tracing the invisible outline of her latest message—Be sure to let me know once you move in. I love you, honey. A lump crowded my throat so I forced this down with a gulp of lukewarm coffee.
This was ridiculous.
This apartment complex couldn't be a suitable home for a nervous, introverted, twenty-two-year-old like me, no matter how affordable the rent might be or how well-maintained the courtyard appeared. But it was all I could afford. The city was sprawling, dense, and ruthless, and nowhere else catered to a miserly scholar like myself.
I cradled my suitcase as I exited the taxi, scanning the imposing brick structure before me.
The place seemed to be punctuated by balconies and embellished with ivy. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad; I could probably make some new friends here.
The taxi driver wrestled my other bags from the trunk. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow, "Your new place kid, And this is all you brought?"
I hesitated before responding, trying to sound as confident as possible. "Yes, that's right, I had the movers get the stuff into the apartment before I got here so all I have to do now is organize everything."
Nodding knowingly, he shoved my belongings onto the curb.
With a grunt, he shoved the last of my bags aside, adjusted his baseball cap, and mumbled a hasty farewell. I watched him drive away, leaving me alone with my thoughts and heavy bags.
As a nervous shiver ran down my spine, my gaze shifted to the entrance of the apartment complex. A tall and muscular figure stood there, watching me from under a pair of furrowed brows. Underneath the glow of the exterior lights, I made out her high cheekbones, broad shoulders, and sharp jaw.
Draped in a form-fitting sweater that clung tautly to her décolletage, and a pair of dark jeans that highlighted the curves of her hips and thighs, the figure of Samantha, the landlord, was impressive.
"You must be our new tenant," she said as she stepped toward me. Her voice was low and gravelly, making me swallow hard. The high heels she wore clicked menacingly as she approached, giving me a glimpse into the assertive nature that lay beneath her docile exterior.
"I'm Samantha, the landlord," she introduced herself, her voice projecting with bold confidence. Her blue eyes wandered over my body, and I felt as if she could see straight to my core.
"Um, hello, nice to meet you," I stammered nervously, trying to gather my composure. I faked a smile and extended my hand for a shake, which she accepted, her grip tight and unyielding.
"Let me help you with those bags," she offered, asserting her upper body strength.
My eyes widened at the spectacle that was Samantha lifting my bags effortlessly as if they were filled with feathers rather than books.
"Thanks," I managed to mumble, watching her backside sway as she walked into the apartment building, toting my belongings with ease.
The halls of the apartment complex were dimly lit and bathed in shadows that concealed the expressions of the other residents. The eerie silence was deafening, and it felt as if all eyes were on me. I couldn't shake the weird feeling that I was the only actual male in this building.
The more I looked around, the more I noticed the subtle signs that this was a female-dominated space. I didn't know whether to be relieved or intimidated.
Samantha led me to the door of my new apartment, and upon unlocking it, ushered me inside. "Welcome home," she said, her voice barely containing a hushed chuckle. She placed my suitcases near the bed, and then turned to me, her gaze intense and mesmerizing.
"So, you're an introvert?" she asked, her perfect eyebrows raised curiously.
I couldn't find the words to respond. I could only manage a feeble nod, and even that felt like a stretch. I was tongue-tied, finding myself inexplicably drawn to her penetrating gaze.
Samantha's laughter echoed through the small apartment, and I felt my cheeks grow warm as she smirked. "You don't have to be nervous, Kash. I won't bite, unless your into that sort of thing" she coyly implied with a devilish grin, "Just kidding trying to lighten the mood I know moving can be hectic wanted to throw around a joke or two", but they way she said it didn't leave too much room for laughs.
Samantha, with her muscular physique and commanding presence, seemed to be the type of woman that was always in control.
As I awkwardly tried to laugh, the smoldering intensity in her gaze brought a blush to my cheeks. I studied the floor, watching my worn-out sneakers seeming to shrink beneath me. I couldn't help but take note of her muscles rippling under her shirt, giving her an aura of strength that could be intimidating, but in a strange way, also comforting.
She noticed my gaze, glanced down, and smirked.
"Like what you see?" she asked, sauntering closer to me as I stumbled over my words.
"Oh, I-I-I didn't mean-" I stuttered. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't..." My face burned with a new intensity, threatening to ignite in flames.
Samantha laughed, a rich and throaty sound that forced a strange thrill to ripple through my stomach, settling into that embarrassingly familiar part of me.
"Hey," she said softly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, "there’s nothing to be sorry for. I'm flattered that you find me appealing." I raised my gaze to meet hers, and the corners of her eyes crinkled with warmth.
"You know," she said in a low voice, "just because you're shy doesn't mean you can't ask for what you want. In fact, I find it a little sexy." Our eyes locked for a few long moments that had my heartbeat quickening.
I felt a strange tinge of desire coursing through my veins, and for the first time, I allowed myself to question what it would feel like to embrace her.
I turned my gaze away, focusing on a spot above her head, feeling a flush of embarrassment wash over me.
"I, uh, I should probably start unpacking," I stammered nervously, glancing around the small apartment.
Samantha's grip on my shoulder tightened, pulling me back into her gaze.
I couldn't resist the intensity of her crystal blue eyes, and I felt a shudder run down my spine.
"Are you sure you don't want some help?" she asked, her voice low and inviting. There was a glint in her eyes that suggested she wasn't just talking about carrying boxes.
My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. "I-I think I'll be okay," I stuttered, trying to keep my cool.
She lingered for a moment before releasing me with a slow nod.
"Alright, I'll let you get settled in then." Her fingers brushed against my arm, leaving a trail of heat that lingered long after her touch faded.
Samantha turned toward the door and reached for the knob, but hesitated. It was just a brief hesitation, the smallest of pauses, but I felt as if it stretched forever, casting a spell that silenced the world outside.
"Kash," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was so soft, so tender, that I almost didn't recognize it as her own.
Yet, that lingering heat from her touch still burned, igniting a fire within me that I struggled to contain.
"Um, goodnight, Samantha," I muttered, pressing my lips together as another wave of embarrassment washed over me.
"Goodnight, Kash," she purred, grabbing the door handle and languidly twisting it. As the door opened, her gaze held mine, and I could see the question in her eyes. Was she offering more? Was I ready to accept?
After she had left all I could do was unpack all of my things to try and get my mind off of her perfect body, those muscles, that hair, her face, all of it just so intoxicating.
While I was unpacking the last of my things, I came across a small bottle that I had completely forgotten about, it was a bottle of brandy that was given to me as a gift before I moved to the city.
The perfect thing to help me relax.
I twisted the cap off of the bottle and took a long swig before placing it back in the drawer, embracing the warm sensation that spread through me. "Oh crap I have nothing to eat, I thought as my stomach began to growl. I decided it would be best to walk to the nearest grocery store and grab a few things for some simple pasta, as I love to cook I know I would have a lot of time to do that now that I was on my own.
Grabbing my wallet and keys, I ventured out of my apartment, ready to embrace the bustling city that surrounded me.
I made my way down the long, dimly lit hallway, passing neighbors going about their evening routines. Some gave a friendly nod, others simply stared, but I could feel their eyes lingering on me, sizing me up for whatever purpose they deemed fit and weirdly enough all of my neighbors were all females.
The front doors of the apartment complex creaked open, and I was hit with a wave of cold air that made my cold skinned knuckles whiten even further.
Shrugging off my jacket, I clutched it under my arm as I braved the Brooklyn winter night. The bustling streets were a stark contrast to the quiet, sterile silence of my new home.
The grocery store was quiet with just a small amount of people filling their carts with bundles of groceries. I felt a sudden flush of exhilaration mix with the calm numbness in my chest as I entered the dimly lit lit store and slunk amongst the aisles.
My thoughts strayed to Samantha back at the apartment complex. I felt a stirring in my loins as I remembered the hungry look in her eyes. My skin tingled as I recalled the warmth of her body, so close to mine, her grip tight on my shoulder.
Lost in my musings, I wandered around aimlessly before eventually collecting the necessary ingredients for pasta carbonara. I tried to keep my mind occupied by running through the motions of the recipe, as if cooking it would save me from facing what I felt, from knowing what I desired. Maybe if I cooked for her she would take a liking to me instead of just teasingly flirt with me, I thought, then my mindset sat in reality hit, I am not good enough for a women like that, I am a broke 22 year old college student with no physical gifts why would she want me?
I made my way to the front of the line, silently rehearsing excuses for how I couldn't afford much and would just stick to the basics for a while.
When it came time to pay the cashier gave me an odd look. It wasn't that she was being rude but rather she glanced at me with the knowing smile I figured she saw a lot of different men like myself coming to a grocery store late at night alone.
"Hey did you just move into New Heights apartments down the road?" she asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.
"Yeah, just moved in today," I replied, swiping my card and bagging the groceries myself.
She gave me an empathetic nod. "I thought you looked familiar, I saw you when I was headed here for work, I remember when I first moved here. It can be a little overwhelming, but you'll find your footing soon enough."
The warmth of her smile was comforting, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for her kind words. I lugged my grocery bags back to the apartment complex, eager to begin cooking my pasta carbonara.
The cool night air had reinvigorated me, stirring a new energy within me that I hadn't felt since arriving in the city. As I neared my apartment, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was being watched, as if the eyes of my female neighbors were on me, assessing my every move.
I let myself into the apartment, shedding my coat and setting my groceries down on the kitchen counter. The room was dimly lit, save for the glow of the refrigerator and a single lamp that flickered on the table.
I pondered if the light was intentional or simply a ghost from the past, but it was just bright enough to cast dancing shadows across the walls.
My phone buzzed, alerting me to a text from an unknown number:
*Checking to see if you got all unpacked okay!*
A cheshire grin spread over my face. Samantha.
*I'm fine, thank you. Making dinner now, actually*, I replied, basking in the faintest sliver of confidence her text had provided.
A minute passed, maybe less. My phone buzzed again, and I smiled at the screen.
*I'm glad you're settling in. Also, if you're going to cook, I'm bringing a plate and some wine, need to see if I found someone to replace the pizza delivery guy. ;)*
Samantha's text sent a small wave of excitement surging through me. I quickly responded with a 'Yes please!' and got to work on the pasta, chopping fresh garlic and onions, mixing eggs with grated parmesan, and cooking the bacon until it was crisp and delicious. I couldn't help but wonder if Samantha's surprise visit would lead to something more than just two neighbors sharing a meal.
Just as I was finishing up, there was a soft knock on the door.
I wiped my hands on a dishtowel before opening it, pulling aside the chain lock.
"Surprise!" Samantha chirped, her eyes sparkling beneath the dim light she carried with her. She held a bottle of red wine in her hands, It was her. My heart raced faster than my thoughts, which tumbled together in a confusing jumble.
"Careful with that," I said, trying to sound casual as she stepped into the apartment. "I just finished making dinner."
She eyed the plate on the kitchen counter. "And where is mine?" she asked seeing only one plate instead of two. "Oh," I stammered, glancing at the extra plate in the cabinet, "I didn't think you were actually coming over" I mumbled under my breath.
She moved toward the kitchen table, taking 2 glasses with her as well as the wine bottle, her curves swaying beneath the loose fitted sweater and sweat pants she was in.
"Well, let's enjoy this," she said as she poured us both a glass of wine. I couldn't help but notice that her short nails were shiny and flawless, running my eyes up her arms to her defined biceps, which rippled as she lifted the bottle to pour.
I followed her to the table, still in awe of her presence. Our eyes met, and I could feel the tension between us thickening. Heat coursed through my veins, making my palms sweat and blood race swift in my ears. Is this where I tell her I am a lightweight and can't handle my alcohol, seeing as I already had 2 or 3 shots of brandy on an empty stomach I was already slightly buzzed and if we finished this wine bottle I know I am going to be drunk, but lets hope for my sake I can do better tonight.
Samantha held up her glass, waiting for me to do the same. "To new beginnings," she said with a smile, her eyes glowing in the dimly lit room.
I clinked my glass with hers, but before I could take a sip, the phone in my pocket vibrated. Unwilling to tear my gaze from Samantha, I used my foot to pull the phone closer to me. I glanced down at the screen. It was a text from my EX, *Hey I heard you moved into a new apartment, I hope you find what you are looking for, even though you couldn't give me what I wanted I know there is someone out there for you, oh and hope the move went well XD* I think Samantha was able to see the text before I fumbled the phone back to locked.
Her eyes shifted from warm to cold. She silently stood up, grabbing her bag and wine bottle and headed towards the door.
"Samantha, wait," I said, my voice cracking with desperation. I couldn't let her walk away from me, not when the attraction between us crackled as loudly as it did. I reached for her arm, but she pulled away, her eyes flashing in the dim light.
"No, Kash," she said, her voice cold and clipped.
"I'm not going to wait around for someone who's still hung up on their ex. I deserve better than that."
She turned to leave, but I couldn't let her go. I felt a desperation rising up within me, the fear of losing her before we'd even had a chance.
"Samantha, please," I said, grabbing her arm again. This time, she didn't pull away. "I am not hung up on her, I swear. I just... I wasn't expecting to see her name pop up on my phone like that.
"And how are you gonna prove to me you aren't hung up on here huh Kash, how?" She demanded, but in her mind this was perfect, she has been horny all day and wanted to use this new boys perfectly wet mouth since she saw him this morning, her plan was devious and having his ex text him while she was there was icing on the cake, she now knew that Kash would do anything to make her happy, even if that meant sucking on her huge shecock and letting her give him a facial, which Samantha loved to do. "So what will be Kash how are you gonna prove she isn't in the picture any more?"
Samantha pressed, her voice barely whispering, as if she was afraid the rest of the building might hear.
I swallowed hard, trying to think of a reasonable explanation, although truthfully, I knew I didn't have one. "I-I don't know, I guess by showing you," I stammered, feeling the warmth of the wine rushing through my body, making my normally timid demeanor a little more brazen.
Samantha raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Showing me?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I brushed against her knee, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her sweatpants.
My gaze met hers, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I moved closer to her, closing the space between us.
I licked my lips and leaned in, my breath hot against her skin as I whispered, "I can show you, Samantha."
Her eyes narrowed, and I could tell she was appraising me, evaluating my every move. But then, something in her expressions changed, a flash of curiosity and desire that I couldn't ignore.
Without missing a beat, I gently ran my fingers up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my touch. Samantha's eyes fluttered shut, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention.
A slow, lazy smile spread across her face as she reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from my forehead.
I felt a surge of confidence, encouraged by her response. I kept my gaze locked on hers as I moved my fingers higher, inching closer to the waistband of her sweatpants.
My heart raced as I leaned in even closer, my mouth just inches from her ear. I could feel her breath hot against my skin as I whispered, "I want to show you how much I crave you, Samantha." I meant every word of it.
God, I want you, Samantha," I breathed out, causing her to gasp slightly in surprise. We were now standing so close that our bodies were nearly pressed together, her hard nipples pushing against my chest.
Samantha's fingers traced patterns on my forearms, her eyes still locked onto mine. "You want to show me?" she purred, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips. My cock twitched, throbbing beneath the fly of my jeans.
"Fuck yes," I murmured, leaning in to capture her lips.
Just before making contact with her beautiful lips she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to her groin, "If you really want to show me then start kissing here, sweetie" she said low and sultry with the most evil grin possible.
I followed her directions, My tongue darted out to taste her, her salty sweet taste invading my senses. Samantha shifted her weight, pulling the waistband of her pants lower, revealing the thick outline of her cock. I gasped in surprise, staring up at her with wide eyes.
I could feel my cock twitching, sending waves of excitement through my body as I studied her perfectly sculpted she-cock.
"Kash," she breathed, "I knew you would be interested. Now show me just how much you are over your ex"
Samantha said, her voice full of desire as she stood above him. I fumbled with my pants, pulling them down and freeing my already hard cock. I looked up at her with a mixture of determination and arousal. "I swear, Samantha, I don't have feelings for her anymore. I want nothing but you."
Samantha's eyes narrowed, staring down at me intently. "Then prove it, Kash," she said, her voice low and husky.
I could feel her excitement radiating off her tight, muscular body. She reached down and gripped my hair, pulling me closer to her cock. I didn't hesitate, wrapping my lips around her head, my tongue swirling around her tip. I squeezed her balls gently, feeling their weight in my hand.
She let out a low moan as I began to move my head, taking more and more of her in my mouth, my lips wrapped tightly around her shaft. Her hands held onto my head, guiding my movements as she started to thrust her hips into me.
With every stroke, I felt her hardening and pulsating, more ensnared with each movement.
"Suck my fucking cock, you utter bastard," she spit out, her breath hitching. The filthy language only drove me deeper, my mouth watering as I devoured every inch of her.
As I moved faster and faster, clinging to her, I felt the swell in her, the pressure building. Desperate to please her, to prove my devotion to her, I increased my strokes, working harder to bring her to orgasm.
My cock twitched, the thought of tasting my own cum mixed with hers driving me insane. With renewed determination, I sucked her harder and faster, feeling her thigh muscles tense as she neared her breaking point.
"F-Fuck, yes!" Samantha cried out, her voice a ragged whisper. With a grunt, she finally reached her peak as her cock twitched, and an intense orgasm tore through her body. She released a harsh groan, and the tip of her massive cock bulged before hot ropes of cum splattered onto my eager tongue.
I groaned in pleasure, loving the taste of her as I swallowed every drop. My cock throbbed, begging for release but I couldn't pull away, needing more of her.
Samantha shuddered, her muscles tense and then relaxed. "Still haven't proved to me you're over her, have you?" she asked, her voice raspy and frustrated.
"No, but I will," I vowed, determined to show her my devotion.
I looked up, meeting her piercing gaze.
She raised her hand and slapped me across the face hard, it stung and I was dumbfounded as to the reason of this, and she simply grabbed her cock and waved it in front of me as it hardened again wanting to be satisfied yet again.
"Suck it," She commanded as if I enjoyed being commanded around, which to be honest I did, especially in these situations. I wrapped my lips around her head and tried to ignore the stinging on my cheek. She tasted salty and sweaty but not in a bad way, it only made me crave her more. Little did I know I liked to be dominated, but Samantha had found out very quickly that she was getting a new cocks sleeve to break in, her plan was going just as she expected.
My mind raced, a torrent of thoughts and emotions washing over me. I wrestled with her command, but the salty taste of her flesh on my tongue, coupled with the sting in my cheek, had unleashed something carnal within me.
My lips parted, and I started to slide up and down her rehardening cock, feeling her flesh slide between the velvet folds of my mouth. She groaned above me, and I could feel the tension in her loins.
"You're doing great," she muttered, encouragingly.
My jaw ached, and my throat burned from being stretched around her girth, but it also felt deliciously satisfying. I was eager for more. Samantha thrust her hips, pushing her cock deeper into my throat. I grasped her hips, bracing myself as she took control, driving me to the brink of my own ecstasy.
"That's it, baby," she crooned, hands tightening in my hair. The taste of her, salty and earthy, made me incredibly aroused. "This time I want you to wear my juice not swallow it, understand."
Samantha said, her voice low and full of desire. I nodded my head, too choked up to speak. She slid her cock deep into my mouth, the tip bumping the back of my throat. I gagged, but she held me in place, forcing me to take her in. My eyes watered as she pumped her hips, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other filling the room followed by the thump of bass from a passing car outside the building.
Samantha ran her nails down my shoulders, digging her fingers into my tender flesh.
"You like that, don't you? You like being used this way," she demanded, her voice low and dangerous.
I couldn't speak, I could only nod, my eyes closing as she took over, controlling my body with a ferocity that I had never experienced before. I craved it, wanted her to take control of me.
Just as she pushed into my throat I felt her cock pulse it was familiar, I knew she was going to cum, and so she pulled out quickly and began to paint my face with her long thick white ropes
of cum all over my mouth, nose, eyes, and cheeks.
My heart raced as I felt something warm and jelly-like dripping down my face, blinding me on one side. I blinked, trying to regain focus as Samantha's cries of pleasure echoed in my ear.
"Fuck Kash, you look so fucking hot with my load on you," she said with a low moan.
I grinned, loving the sight of my face, glistening with her cum.
A little bit had leaked out the corners of my eyes, and my lips were coated with her essence. I couldn't get enough of her dominance, of how she made me want to surrender to her every whim.
"You look deviant," she murmured, eyes darkened with lust. She leaned in, her nimble fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans as she looked over my cum drenched face.
As I savored the flavor of her cum on my lips and the lingering scent of her on my breath, I realized the depths of my depravity, and during this realization I also began to realize that Samantha was getting dressed and leaving.
I whimpered slightly at her departure, not wanting her to leave me in this ecstatically degraded state,
"You know you liked that," she told me, licking her lips as she sauntered towards the door, "and if you want more you have to do as I say, whenever I say it." Before exiting she looked at me, a mixture of curiosity and amusement twinkling in her eyes. "By the way, I live in the penthouse of the apartment so I wont ever be too far," she added over her shoulder, her feet pattering against the floor as she headed towards the elevator, her hips swaying so effortlessly and perfectly in her sweatpants.
My heart was still racing, cheeks tingling from the sensation of her hot cum on my face. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through me, and I realized she was right. I did enjoy being used this way.
The sound of the elevator door closing behind Samantha made me snap back to reality. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her pussy in the air as I slowly wiped my face clean with a nearby towel.