Chapter 1: Introduction
Alexis's heels clicked rhythmically on the street pavement as she strolled down the crowded city block. The sun bathed the urban landscape in warm hues, casting long shadows over the buildings and people. She ran a hand through her short, spiky hair, which shifted in the gentle breeze.
Just as she reached her apartment building, she felt an odd sensation wash over her - the chill of something unusual, something not quite human in the air. She hesitated for a moment before glancing up at the imposing figure standing outside the entrance: the Landlord.
It was impossible to miss his towering build, the rugged features on his face, and the piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. His presence radiated a magnetic energy that was hard to ignore.
"Hello, Alexis," he greeted, with the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've been waiting for you."
With barely contained curiosity, she brushed past him and entered the building, heading straight for the elevator. She couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of irritation and excitement as she hit the button for her floor.
Irritation at the Landlord's persistent presence; excitement at the potential undercurrents simmering between them.
As the elevator doors slid open, she wasn't surprised to find him already waiting inside, his arms folded across his broad chest. He made no attempt to hide his amusement as her eyes rolled skyward.
Walking briskly through the narrow hallway of her apartment, she couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the cacophony of colors, shapes, and artifacts that decorated the walls, shelves, and floors.
From the worn-out cookbooks, music records, and vintage outfits she had collected over the years, her living area was an eclectic tapestry of her unique personality.
However, as enchanting as her home was, the presence of the Landlord looming behind her was an unwelcome intrusion. "Listen, Mr. Landlord, it's great that you decided to drop by. But I do have a few things I need to get done," she said, as sweetly as she could muster.
Attempting to outmaneuver him, she casually added, "Besides, I'm sure you have other pressing matters to attend to regarding the building. You know, werewolf stuff?"
He flashed a disarming grin. "It can wait. Besides, I'm not just any werewolf, Alexis. I'm the Landlord!"
Entering her apartment, he glanced around with curiosity.
"Quaint," he declared, before his gaze fell upon the towering stack of unopened envelopes on her kitchen table.
"Are those your overdue bills?"
Alexis snatched the envelopes up, preventing his curious fingers from touching them. "Of course not, Landlord. I always stay ahead of my finances." She wrinkled her nose, hoping he would buy the lie.
But, the Landlord was not easily fooled. "Well, if that's the case, then why do I find myself standing here, waiting for a payment that apparently isn't due?"
She sighed, hoping to appear rather defeatist. "The issue is that I have recently found myself between jobs.
And, as much as I've resisted it, I have to admit that things are getting tight. You see, Mr. Landlord, I am a bit of a free spirit, and sometimes my wandering ways catch up with me. I didn't mean to fall behind, but..." Alexis trailed off, her shoulders drooping slightly.
The Landlord stood silently for a moment, watching her carefully. It was clear he saw through her act, but he didn't seem angry or cruel. Instead, there was a gleam in his eye that sent a shiver down her spine.
Alexis couldn't decide whether it was excitement or fear that coursed through her veins, but she couldn't deny the growing attraction that buzzed between them.
"Alright, Alexis, let's make things a bit more interesting," he offered, leaning casually against her window frame as he gazed out upon the throbbing city life below. "I have a business proposal for you, of sorts, to take care of your financial predicament."
She raised an eyebrow at him, perplexed. "A business proposition?
As she met his gaze, a thrill of anticipation raced through her.
"Alright, Alexis," he began, leaning back against the kitchenette counter. "I appreciate your honesty. You strike me as a bold soul, and I like that. But I can't just let you slide by without paying rent."
The Landlord paused for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying the power dynamic he had created. Alexis narrowed her eyes playfully, knowing full well what was coming next.
"However, I'm not without a bit of empathy," he finally said.
As she met his gaze, a thrill of anticipation raced through her.
"Alright, Alexis," he began, leaning back against the kitchenette counter. "I appreciate your honesty. You strike me as a bold soul, and I like that. But I can't just let you slide by without paying rent."
The Landlord paused for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying the power dynamic he had created. Alexis narrowed her eyes playfully, knowing full well what was coming next.
"However, I'm not without a bit of empathy," he finally said.
As she met his gaze, a thrill of anticipation raced through her.
"Alright, Alexis," he began, leaning back against the kitchenette counter. "I appreciate your honesty. You strike me as a bold soul, and I like that. But I can't just let you slide by without paying rent."
The Landlord paused for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying the power dynamic he had created. Alexis narrowed her eyes playfully, knowing full well what was coming next.
"However, I'm not without a bit of empathy," he finally said.
As she met his gaze, a thrill of anticipation raced through her.
"Alright, Alexis," he began, leaning back against the kitchenette counter. "I appreciate your honesty. You strike me as a bold soul, and I like that. But I can't just let you slide by without paying rent."
The Landlord paused for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying the power dynamic he had created. Alexis narrowed her eyes playfully, knowing full well what was coming next.
"However, I'm not without a bit of empathy," he finally said.
"So, I propose a deal. You see, I've got a... particular craving, and you, Alexis, seem like just the one to satisfy it."
Alexis cocked her head to the side, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"
The Landlord pushed off from the counter, closing the distance between them. His voice dropped to a low growl, sending shivers down her spine. "I want you, Alexis. I want to fuck you until you scream my name."
Her breath hitched in her throat as she processed his words.
Alexis felt a surge of heat between her legs, her body responding to the raw, primal desire in his voice. She took a step closer, their faces inches apart now. She could feel his breath on her skin, hot and heavy.
"You want to fuck me?" she whispered, her voice laced with challenge. "You think you can handle me, Landlord?"
His lips curled into a smirk, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped at the sudden contact, feeling the hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach. "I know I can, little femboy.
I've seen the way you look at me, the hunger in your eyes. You want this as much as I do."
Alexis's heart pounded in her chest, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, her body aching for release. She wanted to push him away, to maintain some semblance of control, but her traitorous body had other plans.
"Prove it," she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Landlord chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent vibrations through her core.
"Oh, I'll prove it alright, Alexis. I'll show you exactly what I can do with this thick cock of mine."
He spun her around, pushing her roughly against the wall. Her hands slammed against the cool surface, bracing herself as he ground his hips against her ass. She could feel every inch of his hard length through his jeans, and she moaned, arching her back to press against him.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples through her shirt.
Alexis gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.
"Tell me, Alexis," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "How badly do you want me to fuck you?"
She whimpered, her body writhing against his. "I-I want it," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I want you to fuck me, Landlord."
He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding down her sides, gripping her hips tightly. "Not yet, little femboy.
Not until we have a proper agreement," the Landlord whispered, his voice laced with mischief. He stepped back, leaving Alexis panting and wanting against the wall. She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with frustration and desire.
"What kind of agreement?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
The Landlord walked over to her tiny kitchen table, knocking aside a pile of books to create space. He pulled out a chair and sat down, his massive frame dwarfing the delicate piece of furniture. He gestured for Alexis to join him.
"I propose a bet," he began, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"If you win, I'll waive your rent for three months. But if I win, you'll give yourself to me completely for one night."
Alexis's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications of his offer. She knew she should be appalled, offended even, but all she could focus on was the throbbing ache between her legs. She wanted him, and this bet gave her an excuse to indulge in her desires.
"And how do we determine the winner?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
The Landlord grinned, clearly pleased with her response.
"I thought you'd be interested. Now, for our little game, I suggest we play a round of poker. Winner takes all."
Alexis raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Poker, huh? You do realize I'm quite skilled at bluffing, don't you?"
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Oh, I have no doubt about that, Alexis. But I assure you, I'm not one to be underestimated either."
She took a seat across from him, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Alright, Landlord.
Let's play," Alexis said, her voice dripping with confidence. She pushed her sleeves up, revealing her toned forearms, and began to shuffle the deck of cards with practiced ease. The Landlord watched her, his eyes lingering on her hands, imagining them elsewhere on his body.
"Cut the deck," she instructed, sliding it towards him. He did so, his large hands handling the cards with surprising gentleness. Alexis dealt them, four cards each, and they both picked up their hands, examining their fate.
The game began, slow and calculated.
Alexis dealt the first card, her eyes locked onto the Landlord's. He smirked, unfazed by her intense stare. They played in silence, the only sounds the clinking of chips and the rustling of cards. Each round brought them closer to the edge, the tension between them palpable.
Alexis won the first two rounds, her confidence growing with each victory. The Landlord, however, seemed undeterred. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"You're good, I'll give you that. But you're not invincible, little femboy." "Is that a challenge, Landlord?"
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Take it however you want, Alexis. But I promise you, I won't go easy just because you're... different."
She laughed, a sultry sound that dripped with confidence. "Different? Oh, Landlord, you have no idea.
Different is just the beginning," Alexis purred, leaning back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his. She took a sip of her drink, savoring the burn of the whiskey as it slid down her throat. "But enough talk. Let's raise the stakes, shall we?"
She pushed the remaining chips into the center of the table, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "All in."
The Landlord raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You're playing with fire, little femboy. Are you sure you want to do that?"
Alexis smirked, her confidence unwavering.
"Oh, I'm very sure, Landlord. I've been playing with fire my whole life. Now, are you going to call my bluff, or are you going to fold like a cheap suit?"
The Landlord's eyes flashed with a primal intensity, and he pushed his own chips into the center of the table, matching her bet. "Call."
They laid their cards face down on the table simultaneously, the suspense hanging heavy in the air. Alexis could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body already aching with anticipation. She knew the game was far from over, regardless of the outcome.
The real challenge lay in the bet they had made, the one that promised a night of unbridled passion. Alexis felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her body already yearning for the touch of the Landlord.
As they revealed their cards, the Landlord's eyes widened briefly before he regained his composure. Alexis had won, her hand a royal flush, while his was a mere pair of aces. She couldn't help but smirk at his temporary loss of control.
"Looks like you owe me three months of rent-free living, Landlord," she taunted, her voice laced with triumph.
She gathered the scattered chips, stacking them neatly in front of her. "Or did you forget our little wager?"
The Landlord leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. He didn't seem perturbed by his loss, instead, his gaze held a spark of admiration. "I never forget a deal, Alexis. But I must say, you're full of surprises."
She grinned, relishing the compliment. "Why, thank you, Landlord. I aim to please."
He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor.
Alexis watched as he towered over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light from the nearby lamp. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins.
"Well, Alexis," he began, his voice a low growl, "it seems you've won this round. But remember, our bet was for more than just rent."
She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She knew exactly what he meant. Their agreement had been for a night of passion, a night where she would belong to him completely.
Alexis felt a surge of heat between her legs at the memory of their bet, her body already aching for his touch. She stood up, facing him, her chin tilted defiantly.
"And what does that mean, exactly, Landlord?" she asked, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "It means that tonight, you're mine. Every inch of your body, every gasp, every moan - it all belongs to me."
Alexis's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding wildly.
She could feel the heat radiating from the Landlord's body, his presence overwhelming her senses. She knew she should protest, should insist on maintaining some semblance of control, but her body betrayed her, yearning for the pleasure he promised.
"Tonight?" she managed to squeak out, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Landlord nodded, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Tonight," he confirmed, his voice a low growl. "Unless, of course, you've changed your mind."
Alexis squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on.
"No, I haven't changed my mind," she declared, her voice stronger now. "I always keep my promises, Landlord."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Now, strip for me, Alexis. Slowly."
She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Make me," she challenged, her heart pounding in her chest.
The Landlord's eyes flashed with a primal intensity, and in an instant, he closed the distance between them.
His hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen table. Papers and books went flying as he spread her legs, stepping between them.
"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" he growled, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "I like that. But you should know, I'm not one to back down from a challenge."
Alexis's breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His tongue demanded entry, exploring her mouth with a fierce hunger that left her reeling.
Alexis's hands found their way to his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as she tried to anchor herself amidst the storm of sensations. The Landlord's hands, however, had other plans. They slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips before gripping her thighs firmly, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and a moan escaped her lips, swallowed by his kiss.
Abruptly, he broke away, his eyes burning into hers. "Touch yourself for me, Alexis," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how you like to be touched."
Alexis's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She hesitated for a moment, her hands still gripping his shirt. The Landlord raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Afraid, little femboy?" he taunted, his voice a low growl.
"Your cock's so hard, isn't it? You can't wait to fuck me, can you?"
The Landlord's eyes flashed with surprise, but only for a moment. He recovered quickly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Clever girl," he murmured, his voice laced with approval. "You're right, Alexis. My cock is aching for you. But I'm not the only one who's eager, am I?"
He reached out, his hand cupping her mound through her jeans. She gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at the sudden contact. "So wet," he whispered, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit, even through the denim barrier. "You're practically dripping, little femboy. Tell me, how long have you been like this? How long have you been wanting my cock?"
Alexis bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Since...
since you first knocked on my door," Alexis admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body aching with a desperate need that threatened to consume her.
The Landlord chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb continuing its torturous assault on her clit. "Now, let's get these clothes off you, shall we?"
He released her, stepping back to allow her room to move.
Alexis took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off in one fluid motion, revealing her bare breasts to the Landlord's hungry gaze. Her nipples hardened under his scrutiny, aching for his touch.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his eyes devouring her. "Now, the rest."
Alexis hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, slowly pushing them down over her hips. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, leaving her in nothing but a black thong.
The Landlord's eyes darkened, his gaze locked onto the scrap of fabric between her legs. He reached out, running a finger along the edge of her underwear, making her shiver.
"These too," he commanded, his voice gruff with desire.
Alexis hooked her thumbs into the waistband, slowly pulling them down, revealing her smooth, waxed pussy to him. She stepped out of them, standing naked before him, her body trembling with anticipation.
The Landlord let out a low growl, his eyes roving over her body like a physical touch.
His hand twitched at his side, as if fighting the urge to reach out and touch her. "Beautiful," he breathed, swallowing hard.
Alexis felt a surge of power. She loved how he was affected by her, loved the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. She couldn't resist teasing him a little more. She ran her hands up her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her own nipples gently.
"Fuck, Alexis," he groaned, his eyes following the movement.
"You're killing me here."
She smirked, her hands still caressing her body. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Landlord," she teased, her voice sultry. She took a step closer, her eyes locked onto his. "Now, it's your turn. I want to see what you've got hidden under those pants."
The Landlord's breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly at her boldness. He hesitated for a moment, clearly taken aback by her audacity. But Alexis wasn't deterred. She reached out, her fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans, feeling the hard muscles beneath.
"Come on, Landlord," she whispered, her voice laced with challenge. "Don't tell me you're shy now."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent vibrations through her core. "Shy?
Me? Little femboy, you have no idea what you're in for." With that, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back, and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table. She gasped, her body pressing against the cool wood, her ass sticking up in the air. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice muffled by the table. "I want to suck your cock," she added, her voice laced with desperation. "And I will, Alexis. In due time," he replied, his voice a low growl. "But first, I want to taste you.
I want to know what you sound like when you come undone," the Landlord growled, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Alexis gasped, her body tensing at the sudden exposure. She could feel the cool air against her most intimate parts, and she squirmed, trying to close her legs.
"Stay still," the Landlord commanded, his voice firm. "I want to see all of you, Alexis. I want to see what I'm going to be fucking later."
Alexis bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
She had never been this exposed before, not even during her adventurous escapades with her former lovers. But there was something about the Landlord's dominance, his commanding presence, that made her want to submit to him completely.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel your mouth on me."
The Landlord chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "As you wish," he murmured, leaning in closer.
Alexis braced herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his touch. When it came, it was gentle, almost reverent. His tongue traced the length of her slit, making her gasp at the sudden, intense sensation. He explored her slowly, as if committing every inch of her to memory, before focusing on her clit.
"Fuck!" Alexis cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth. He chuckled, the vibration sending shockwaves through her core, before releasing it and starting again.
Alexis's moans filled the room, her body writhing against the table as he feasted on her. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her orgasm teetering on the edge.
"Landlord, please," she begged, her voice ragged. "I'm so close."
He responded by slipping a finger inside her, curling it upwards to stroke that sweet spot. That was all it took. Alexis shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed, her fingers clawing at the table as she rode out her orgasm.
The Landlord didn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing their relentless assault, drawing out her pleasure until she was a quivering mess. Finally, he pulled back, his chin glistening with her juices.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," he growled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Alexis could only whimper in response, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her climax. She felt him stand up, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"Not bad for a warm-up, huh?" he taunted, his voice laced with amusement.
"You're not done yet, little femboy. Not by a long shot."
Alexis panted, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm. She pushed herself up, turning to face the Landlord. His eyes were wild, his pupils dilated with lust. She could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans, and it made her mouth water.
"Fuck me," she demanded, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel your cock inside me."
The Landlord growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down her spine.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Alexis," he declared, his voice laced with dominance. Before she could respond, he spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table once more. She gasped, her hands scrambling for purchase on the cool wood. She heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone, followed by the rustle of fabric as he freed himself from his jeans.
She wiggled her ass, eager to feel him inside her, but he slapped it sharply, making her yelp.
"Not so fast, little femboy," he growled, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm in charge here, remember?"
Alexis whimpered, her body aching with need. She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, and she knew he was looking at her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. She squirmed, trying to rub her thighs together to alleviate the pressure building inside her, but he stopped her with a firm grip on her hips.
"Stay still," he commanded, his voice firm. "You don't get to touch yourself unless I say so."
Alexis bit her lip, her body trembling with frustration and desire. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, but he didn't push inside.
Instead, he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine to use, Alexis," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"And I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before." With that, he spat on his cock, coating it with saliva, and without warning, slammed into her, filling her completely.
Alexis cried out, her fingers digging into the table as she struggled to accommodate his size. He was huge, stretching her to her limits, and the sudden invasion was almost too much to bear. But the Landlord didn't give her time to adjust.
Instead, he pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a punishing rhythm that left her gasping for breath. Each thrust pushed her further up the table, her breasts rubbing against the cool wood, her nipples hardening into painful peaks. She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely, touching places she hadn't known existed. It was intense, overwhelming, and utterly addictive. Just as she was beginning to lose herself in the sensation, the Landlord suddenly stopped, his hands gripping her hips tightly. she panted, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Did I say you could come yet?" he growled, his eyes flashing with dominance. Before she could respond, he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her ass, leaving a red mark in its wake. Alexis yelped, her body jerking at the sudden impact.
"What the fuck, Landlord?" she snapped, glaring at him over her shoulder. "I thought you said you weren't into hurting women?"
The Landlord smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who said anything about hurting you, little femboy?" he taunted, running a hand possessively over her reddened cheek. "I'm just giving you a taste of what's to come. Now, be a good girl and say it."
Alexis scowled, her body still throbbing from the unexpected spanking. "Say what?" she demanded, her voice laced with defiance.
The Landlord's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. "Say 'Make me your bitch,' Alexis," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Say it, and I'll give you what you really want.
Say it, and I'll fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before," the Landlord taunted, his voice a low growl. Alexis's breath hitched, her body aching with a desperate need that threatened to consume her. She knew she shouldn't give in, shouldn't play his game, but her body betrayed her, yearning for the pleasure he promised. "Spank me harder," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Make me your bitch, Landlord." The Landlord's eyes flashed with a primal intensity, and he wasted no time in delivering another stinging slap to her ass. This time, however, he didn't stop at one. He rained blow after blow on her tender flesh, each strike sending jolts of electricity through her body, intensifying the ache between her legs. Alexis cried out, her fingers clawing at the table as she struggled to maintain her grip.
The Landlord's hand came down again and again, each slap sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Her ass was on fire, the skin tender and sensitized, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him to stop. Instead, she pushed back against him, silently begging for more.
The Landlord seemed to understand her silent plea, his hand coming down harder, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. Alexis could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. But just as suddenly as it had begun, the spanking stopped.
The Landlord's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him, his cock still buried deep inside her. Alexis panted, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure, her ass throbbing from the intense spanking.
"Fuck, you look beautiful like this," the Landlord growled, his voice laced with desire. "All red and marked up, ready to take my cock."
Alexis whimpered, her body aching for more. She pushed back against him, trying to urge him to move, but he held her still, his grip tightening.
"Not yet, little femboy," he growled, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm not done playing with you."
Before she could respond, he slammed into her again, filling her completely. He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing her further up the table, her breasts rubbing against the cool wood, her nipples hardening into painful peaks.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "I could fuck you forever."
Alexis moaned, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, fuck me, Landlord. Fuck me hard."
He obliged, slamming into her with renewed vigor, his balls slapping against her sore ass. She cried out, the pain and pleasure mingling in a heady cocktail that left her dizzy.
He was relentless, his hips pistoning like a machine, driving into her with a force that stole her breath. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it stretched her, filled her, owned her.
"Fuck, yes," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Take my cock, you little slut. Take it all."
Alexis snarled, her body arching against his. "Fuck you, Landlord. I'm not your slut."
He laughed, a dark, dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine.
"You will be, Alexis. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging to be my little slut."
Alexis bit back a retort, her body too consumed by pleasure to form coherent words. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the Landlord continued to pound into her. He must have sensed her impending release because he reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, quick circles.
"Come for me, Alexis," he growled, his voice a command she couldn't disobey. "Come all over my cock." His voice was a low growl, his fingers still working her clit, pushing her closer to the edge. And then, without warning, he grabbed a handful of her hair, fisting it tightly, and began to fuck her roughly, his hips slamming into her with a force that stole her breath. "Fuck, yes," he grunted, his fingers digging into her scalp, using her hair as leverage to pull her back onto his cock. "Take it, you little slut.
Take my cock like a good girl," the Landlord growled, his voice laced with dominance. Alexis could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as he continued to pound into her. She was so close, but she refused to give in, refused to admit defeat.
"Not yet," she gritted out, her fingers clawing at the table. "Not until you beg for it."
The Landlord chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Beg for it?
You little tease," the Landlord growled, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "We'll see about that." He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips instead, and began to fuck her with renewed vigor. Each thrust was powerful, filling her completely, pushing her further up the table. Alexis could feel the cool wood against her sensitized nipples, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, her body writhing beneath him, her orgasm tantalizingly close.
The Landlord leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear.