1. The Guy Next Door - Part Four


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    Cooper had his back to me. I stood just inside his flat, knowing there was still time to retreat. Nothing was forcing me to stay there. Cooper wasn’t blackmailing or coercing me. He didn’t have any real kind of power over me. I didn’t have to do anything he said. He was actually little more than a total stranger. It occurred to me that I didn’t really know very much about him. His flat was uninteresting. Generic pictures on the walls. No books. No CD’s. All I had to go on was what he’d told me and who knew if any of it was the truth? I stood there, knowing all of this, and yet I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. Waited. He turned finally. “Hey. What’re you waiting for?” He sauntered up and shut the door. “Okay. You know the drill. Hands and knees. Legs apart. Take the fucking shirt off. And get that ass up.” He held his hand out for the lube. I gave it to him like I was signing the papers for my own incarceration. In his other hand were the handcuffs from earlier. “Found them next to the TV,” he said, noticing me notice them. “You know, you really are a very violent person. They could have caused serious damage. Metal. On a TV screen. Really?” I shrugged limply. “I was – angry.” “Well. It doesn’t matter,” he said magnanimously. “No damage, no issue. Why aren’t you on your knees yet? And didn’t I tell you to take the shirt off?” I obeyed like a programmed robot. I felt numb. Fear was rushing, pulsing, but the hot kind, the kind that had me clenching and wet. ...
    As I settled into position, I could see the sex rehab leaflet on the floor a few feet away. Cooper was behind me, pushing my legs even further apart, and his finger began working cold lube into my ass. Jesus Christ. I’d been asking for it. It had been inevitable. Me. Kat. The good girl. I was such a good girl. Such a good, honest girl. My parents were still under the impression I was a virgin for God’s sake! I could only imagine their abject horror if they knew where I was and what I was doing. A serial fucker’s apartment. His fingers greasing my goddamn asshole. I bit my lip hard. Oh God, forgive me. I just – I can’t help it. I just want him too much. I know it’s bad. I know it’s so, so nasty and bad . “I’m gonna hazard a guess and say you’ve never done this before,” Cooper said in a smugly complacent voice. “Am I right, neighbour?” I glared at the floorboards. “No. You’re wrong. I must have had my ass fucked a hundred times,” I retorted. Cooper’s laugh was soft. “Okay. Great. So you’ll have no trouble with this. Put your hands behind your back.” I was resting on my elbows and it took a small amount of difficulty to reposition. Cooper deftly secured the handcuffs around my wrists before I could protest. They were cold and solid. I felt a sinking feel of vulnerability. There was something inherently scary about being naked with another person but to be restrained at the same time made me feel like I was asking for trouble. What the hell had I been thinking? I hadn’t been ...
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