The hallway reeks of damp carpet and faint cooking grease. Walls paper-thin. Afternoon light slits under Mrs. Duval’s door next door. Her TV drones soaps. I hear his footsteps. Hesitant. Nervous. Knock soft, like he’s scared to wake the dead. I crack the door. There he stands. Thierry Morvan. Lies about David, Franck. Thirty-five. Six feet. Brown hair cropped. Big timid eyes. Worn jeans. Shoes scuffed. Perfect mark. I snatch his wrist. Yank him in. Door clicks shut. Heart jumps. No one saw. ‘Papers. Wallet. Now.’ He fumbles. Hands shake. Four hundred euros crinkle out. Into drawer. Lock snaps. ‘Lie again, you’re gone.’ He stammers. Kneels fast. Real name spills. I grab collar. Leather bites neck. Tug tight. ‘Strip, slave.’ Jeans drop. Shirt off. Cock twitches hard. Already leaking. Pre-cum glistens. My cunt throbs. Wet since his email. Blue eyes pierce. ‘Sign this.’ Contract thrusts. Bank codes. Total ownership. He reads. Pales. Sweats. Minute ticks. I watch. Power surges. Pussy floods panties. He signs. Trembling. Drawer swallows it all. Phone too. I kill it. Ex-girlfriend voicemail next. Pathetic sobs. Mine now.
Lights flicker from under door. Neighbor shifts. Coughs. We freeze. Breath held. She settles. Good. I shove him down. Parquet groans low. Knees spread his. Rip panties aside. Blonde bush drips. Shove face in. ‘Eat, bitch.’ Tongue dives. Sloppy laps. Clit swells. Muffled sucks. Wet smacks echo soft. I grind hips. Nose buries deep. Musky scent fills him. Fingers claw scalp. Pull harder. Floor creaks. Shift weight. Hold still. Her TV volume up. Safe. Moan builds. Bite fist. Juices smear chin. He chokes quiet. Good boy. Pull off. Cock stands rigid. Veins pulse. Balls tight. Bend over table. Ass up. ‘Fuck me. Slow.’ He slides in. Thick. Stretches walls. Inch by inch. Gasp caught. Thrusts start. Shallow. Build. Skin slaps muffled. Sweat beads. Drip down back. Parquet protests. Every push. Neighbor’s chair scrapes. Freeze again. Cocks throbs inside. Pussy clenches. Thrill spikes. Risk burns. Neighbors sleep soon. Whole building oblivious. We fuck like animals. Quiet beasts. Balls slap wet. I buck back. Nail table edge. Whispers hiss. ‘Harder, slave. Own this cunt.’ He grunts low. Hips slam. Grips waist. Bruise forming. Orgasm coils. Tight. Heat floods. Legs quake. ‘Cum inside.’ He does. Hot spurts. Fill me. Walls milk. I shatter silent. Shudders rack. Bite arm. No scream. Just ragged breaths. Pull off. Cum leaks thighs. Sticky trail.
The Contact
Wipe quick. Towel rough. Dress him sloppy. Jeans zip crooked. ‘Out. Home. Tomorrow dawn.’ Door cracks. Hall empty. Push him. He stumbles. Heart hammers mine. His too. Light spills neighbor’s door. Mrs. Duval peeks. Glasses fogged. ‘Evening, Thierry.’ Nods stiff. Sweat gleams forehead. Slips key neighbor’s lock. Door two down. Clicks shut. Secret sealed. Building sleeps. I finger dripping pussy. Smile. Fish hooked. Mine forever. Parquet still warm. Echoes linger. Thrill pulses. Neighbors none wiser. Power tastes sweet.