Page 3 of Craving You
“Nah.You have girls to watch over,” I say.“I’m walking back to the apartment anyhow.”
“Why not get a cab?”Rob asks.“I can get you one.”
“You paying?That shit is expensive,” I frown.
“I’ll pay if you aren’t walking home,” he says.“Go get dressed.”
Igetoutofthe cab and lazily walk into my apartment building.I just want to drink some hot tea and go to sleep.When I get into the elevator, I lay my head back and close my eyes.I almost forget there is someone in here with me.He isn’t paying attention, though.He has his hood up, headphones in, and head down.I think he lives in the building because I see him fairly often in passing.Although, I have no idea what he looks like.
I open my eyes, and his head snaps back so that I don’t see him.Aww.He’s shy.The elevator door opens for my floor.“Have a good night,” I say as I step out.I walk down the hall to my apartment, thinking about my bed.I am so ready to go to sleep, but I want to shower first.
When I get in, I start stripping off my clothes and toss them all in the hamper before turning the shower on.I go through my usual routine of setting the kettle on the stove to heat water while I shower.When I get back to the bathroom, I stop and look at myself in the mirror.
I am five feet one inch tall with long, wavy auburn hair and green eyes.I have a perfectly rounded ass, thick thighs, wide hips, a curved waist, and large breasts.I am pretty, but that’s all people see me as.They don’t see the master’s degree in business administration I have, or that I was top of my class.
I have a clear and defined handprint on my cheek, my lip is slightly busted, and my eye is bright red.I guess he caught my eye when he hit me.It doesn’t hurt, but it looks like it should.“Shit,” I mutter.I’m not going to be able to hide this if it bruises.I sigh and get into the shower to burn away the feeling of their hands on me.
I don’t know why I do this to myself.Every night I stand in this shower and hate myself for letting men do this to me.It doesn’t matter if they are rough or not.I never wanted this for myself.I never wanted to be used by everyone for money.I had completely different expectations for my life, and being a whore wasn’t one of them.
I scrub my body and find that I am, in fact, bleeding from my rectum.It’s not bad, but it just goes to show that I’m an idiot and shouldn’t be letting men do that to me.Although that was not how things should be.Rob has rules, and they knowingly broke every single one of them.Does that make it rape?I tried to stop George, but he didn’t.The other two went so hard, as if their goal was to hurt me.My screams fueled their violent thrusts.
When I give up scrubbing, I shut the water off and get out.I hear a floorboard creak, and fear rushes through me.Did I lock the door?Surely to God I did.I always do.I hurriedly pull on a giant T-shirt and step into panties before wrapping my hair.There haven’t been any other noises, so maybe I was hearing things.I slowly step out of the bedroom and stop to listen.
“Hello?”I call out.“I’m sad.Perfect time to come out and kill me…”
Nothing.
I sigh and go to the kitchen right as the kettle starts screaming.I have it timed perfectly so I can get through my shower before it is done.I pour the hot water over the tea bag and let it steep while I go around the apartment and make sure everything is locked.When I get back, I add honey and take the cup to my room.
This is my nightly routine and has been since I was a teen.I drink my tea and read a book until I inevitably pass out.This sleepy-time tea kicks my ass, but I sleep so well.By the time I finish my tea, my eyes are heavy, and I am exhausted.I lay my book down on my nightstand so I don’t drop it again and relax into unconsciousness.
Chapter Two
The Guardian
Mysweetlittlefawnis fast asleep.I gently run my fingers along the marks on her beautiful face, and rage boils inside of me.Whoever did this to my girl will die.I don’t care who it is; they’re dead.She has a bruise forming under her eye, so I gently pull her eyelid up to find that it is clearly irritated and blood red.
I know she dances at that club.I don’t like it, but I can’t go in there without being made immediately.The Treasure Chest is known for high-class hookers, and I fear that’s what she’s been up to.I gently pull the blanket off her, still testing to make sure the drugs I put in her kettle have taken effect.Her routine is so predictable that I can slip in through the fire escape while she is in the shower and slip it in.By the time she is in bed, she is well on her way to being mine for the evening.
Who am I kidding?She’s always been mine.She will always be mine.I spend a few hours every night worshiping her body.I want so badly to fill her tight little pussy with my cock, but I won’t.Not until she is awake and wants me inside of her.That doesn’t stop me from feeling her, tasting her, and making her body shake as I pull orgasms out of her sleepy body.Fuck, she is so amazing, perfect in every way.
I pull her panties off and set them aside so I do not lose them.She is freshly showered, and I can smell the citrus soap on her body.Touching her is like a drug to me.I am so addicted to her and no matter how many times I tell myself that it’s bad to come in here… to follow her… I can’t stop.I will do anything to keep her.No one will claim my little fawn.She may not know it yet, but she belongs to me and will for as long as we both breathe and exist.Even in death, she will never escape me.
I spread her thighs, but a growl rumbles in my chest when I see that my little fawn is swollen.Upon inspection, I realize that someone has hurt her more than I thought.She’s been raped recently.Her pussy is red and puffy, like she was fucked dry.She had a panty liner in her panties, but she’s not even close to starting her period.I keep inspecting her body, and I turn damn near murderous when I find that she is bleeding from her ass.
“Who hurt you, Little Fawn?Who am I going to kill tonight?”I ask her, but I’m mostly talking to myself.It’s not like she can hear me.
I decide that I won’t be too hard on her tonight.I hate when she’s in pain.Instead of fucking her with my fingers like I usually would, I gently flick my tongue across her clit.I smile when she lets out a small whimper.I love the way she responds to me.I start with soft and gentle licks before letting my tongue explore her sweet and eager little cunt.Even sore, she still seeks me out by shifting her hips in her sleep.I know how much to put in her tea so that she never wakes, so her moving like this is normal.I’ve learned everything about her, and I know how her body works.I know how to make her come fast and how to draw it out until her body is fucking begging for it.When I start lightly suckling on her clit, a deep, guttural moan sounds through the room, and I suck harder.Her thighs tremble, and I know she’s close.She will get to a point where she is responding, but still fast asleep.Her hand lazily touches my head, and I suck hard, letting my teeth graze and nip at her clit.When she explodes, her moan is loud.I reach up and grab her throat and squeeze as I keep pulling her orgasm out.Her body goes rigid, and one orgasm blends into two before I let up.
Lori relaxes into the bed with a sigh and a small smile on her lips.I am content leaving her early tonight now.I need to handle whoever hurt her.Rob is the only one who sort of knows, but he knows I will skin him alive if he tells her that I know she works there.I get my phone out and call Rob as I pull her shirt up to expose her perfect tits.Her legs are wide open for me, so I kneel on the bed so that when I pull my cock out, I am inches from her pussy.I groan as I slowly drag the head of my cock across her entrance and rub her clit with myself.Her body jerks and I know I need to get away from her cunt before I fuck her.
“Hey, man.I was waiting for you to call,” Rob answers.
“Who hurt her?”I demand.
“She… Lorelei works in the back rooms,” he says carefully.
“What?”I snap.
