As she sleeps peacefully, her head buried into her pillow, a thin slither of light expands on the carpet of her bedroom floor.
A shape emerges from the thin slither of light and into the darkness of the bedroom. It gently closes the bedroom door behind them shut.
He moves silently across to the bed, watching carefully how audibly he breathes lest he stirs her.
That’s easier said than done. As He waited outside her home and watched the lights of her home switch off, His body shook uncontrollably with nervous energy.
Even now, moving towards her bed, He can feel his body tremble, can hear his heart pounding in his ears and chest.
He needs this. He’s desired it for a while.
What’s compelled him truly – loneliness, infatuation, love — He couldn’t say. All He had was a fascination of her, to get to know what she’s like away from the rest of the world.
With one hand on a cheap but able camcorder He approached her slumbering self – Her, the lovely psychiatrist Rachel Fielding.
It wasn’t too hard to find her. A quick search through the white pages and another peek at a map told him where to go.
The hard part was waiting for to be home. To find the time where he was free and she was free and then to wait for her to be asleep.
That took longer than he expected.
But he was not in a rush. His only goal was to BE in her house.
The camcorder was for the memories.
So he could look back at this moment in time.
And maybe even calm himself down should he be worked up and anxious.
Through the display screen of the camcorder He absorbed the sight of her – she was a shape beneath a cream blanket but that blanket was down around the waist. He could see her top half – adorned in what looked a baggy grey t-shirt – riding up her body, exposing skin the color of a freshly peeled apple.
Just seeing her bare skin made him hard in a heartbeat. As the seconds went by, he shifted on his feet, feeling his cock tent in his jeans.
He let out a shaky breath, eyes traveling upward over her body to her head – buried in the pillow by her tangled and messy hair.
He felt the urge to curl his finger around a loose strand of her hair – but stilled himself. That might wake her up.
He shakily extended his free hand to her crumpled blanket, eyes glued on that one patch of skin. His mind started to run wild, to run with the fantasies he had jerked off to in the shower.
Rachel Fielding, the goddess too good for this world, surprising him in the shower, her tits better then he ever imagined being – perky nipples and just the right handful.
His hand brushed against the crumpled covers — and she stirred.
He froze, his blood running cold, as she stretched out her legs, the soft sound of her snores abruptly stopping.
And continuing again, unabated.
He felt his whole body relax.
Gripping the bed quilt covering her between his index finger and ring finger, He pulled it down slowly – and saw something black.
His mind racing, his heart thumping away, he inched the blanket down further, revealing a black G-string snug against her shapely, pale ass.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Here she was, the woman that had sat before him in sessions wearing smart pants and plain, unremarkable blouses, was wearing a black, lacy g that barely covered the space between her ass cheeks.
Standing above her, He felt that he was seeing a different, naughtier side to her – and he wanted to know more about this side of her.
He stuffed his free hand into his pocket, all the while making sure he recorded her lovely ass – God, he was excited that he could watch this when he got back to his place – and pulled out a thick, black handle.
A switchblade he had concealed.
Keeping the camera pointed at her ass, he reached out and carefully slipped the blade underneath the right strap of her G-String.
He didn’t realize he was holding his breath as the knife slid underneath the lace.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Or wake her.
Slowly, He began to rub the knife gingerly against the lace, which given that he was right handed was a little easier. He just had to be careful applying the pressure, since he couldn’t lean on anything for support.
He had to still his hand as the blade cut through the fabric and pressed against her skin. He watched as the skin went white under the touch of the blade.
Rachel stirred – and murmured something unintelligible into her pillow.
Completely frozen, the blade still against the back of her ass, He could only watch as she unfolded her arms to rest them by her side.
Silence stretched on and He waited, standing by her bed, filming the moments running by.
Certain she had fallen back into a silent slumber, He slid the edge of the blade against her skin, trailing along her ass to the patch of lace that hid her slit from view.
Her body stirred at the touch.
Rachel’s sleepy voice cut through the silence, stunning him into inaction.
That can’t be. He had waited. He had been sure she was asleep.
And who was Andrew?
The shape of her inhaled sharply.
The sound of someone coming back awake.
Everything happened so fast then.
He pressed the switchblade between her ass, leaving it to rest on the thin stretch of lace that hugged her anus and ran down to her slit.
Rachel went to turn her head but as the blade touched the curves of her ass, she froze – and a pathetic whimper came out against her pillow.
“Don’t move.” He snarled.
His voice was different than he had practiced in the mirror weeks before. It sounded fierce and…Wild.
He held the camera focused on the blade between the cheeks of her ass. He trailed the edge of blade down lightly over skin, his chest swelling with joy as he found himself enjoying Rachel flinch underneath the touch of his blade.
Her voice was coming out in fits and bursts, strangled sentence after strangled sentence.
“Who are…why are you…if this is about mon…”
“Quiet.” Again another snarl in his ears.
Rachel did indeed fall silent but He could see the shape of her convulse and he could hear her sobs wrack her body.
He buried the tinge of guilt that hit him then. He meant her no harm.
She would be okay.
And yet, he found himself saying –
“Take off your panties.”
Unintelligible stammering spilled from her mouth.
He made out one string of words – “No, please.”
He shoved the last lingering bits of guilt away from his mind – packaged it up, built brick walls around it.
He focused on her.
“I’m not asking.”
His heart leapt in his chest.
How could she tell?
He pressed the blade further into her ass. An inch more and he’d draw blood.
“Don’t speak my name.”
He could see the shape was wriggling. The head of hair lifted up off the bed, began to turn back.
“Uh Uh.” He said, “Say my name or cry out and this ends badly for you.”
These words were not the one practiced in the mirror. They came on the spot. Harsh and hard-hitting.
Rachel whimpered. The total opposite of the cool, calm and collected psychiatrist he talked to in her neat, clean office.
The beautiful, calm and collected psychiatrist.
“David, please. What are you doing?”
The blade seemed to sink into her flesh as he leaned against the blade handle harder.
“This is your last chance — Take. Your. Goddamn Panties. Off.”
Trembling hands appeared down by either side of her oversized shirt, palms white as snow. Shaking, Rachel slid her fingers underneath the lace and pulled them down.
He lifted the blanket back and helped her when her arms couldn’t slide them down her legs any further.
He kept the blade trailing along her legs as he pulled the black thong off her feet and threw it to the floor.
“Spread your legs a little.”
Rachel’s voice rebounded off the wall in front of her face and reverberated across the space of the bedroom.
He peered through the camcorder window aimed at her ass as her legs slowly parted.
There, through the light of the camcorder, he could see the dark lips of her pussy.
He trailed the edge of the blade back up along her legs.
Rachel continued to whimper but he didn’t care in the slightest. His mind was wholly consumed with her, with how much pressure he was applying to the blade held to her skin.
“Please…what are you going to do?”
Her voice seemed to echo from far away as he traced the tip of the blade underneath her ass.
The course of the trailing blade left Rachel’s skin white and fading back to its regular color.
Now the blade reached the edges of her slit — and Rachel’s body twitched violently, like a napping dog feeling a fly land on its head.
She recoiled – and let out an anguished cry. For some reason that little cry kept him hard.
“Are you going to kill me?”
She fucking WOULDN’T STAY QUIET.
“Shut the fuck up.” He spat, whirling his hand up and away from between her legs and bringing it back down over her naked ass.
Like the sound of his open palm cracking against her naked ass echoing in his ears, the pain in his palm seemed to echo too – to pulsate and throb.
But she just KEPT TALKING.
Quick as a flash, he returned the blade to her snatch.
“I would be very careful about speaking, about moving, if I were you.”
Tough love. It was tough love he had to show to her – she wouldn’t shut up, she wouldn’t stay still otherwise.
He didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. He wasn’t here for that. He was here for…
He froze, blade tip against her lips, ready to part them aside and find her clit.
There was a scent in the air. It tickled his nostrils. Sweet and – he breathed in, his mind racing to register it – honey-like.
The realization stabbed him in the gut and twisted the knife of its own.
“Why, it’s you.” He said just as the thought came to him.
No response came from Rachel’s shuddering body – just the occasional choking on sobs.
He focused the light of the camcorder on her slit and saw for himself. Her little lips caught the light of the camcorder and sparkled.
“Oh my word!” He said, unable to stop the chuckle rising in his throat.
He was delighted. Who would’ve known that the serious Dr. Fielding would’ve been – he peered closer into the camcorder at her glistening cunt – aroused.
Was this a reaction due to being under stress? Or was there something else at work in Rachel’s mind.
“Tell me.” He said, applying downward pressure on the blade as he stretched out his hand and slid the knife further along her slit. Hoping she felt the pinprick of heat against her and that it made her squirm.
“What’s gotten into you then? Hm?”
He removed the blade from her slit. An idea came to him. He could –
Heaviness struck him, knocking loose the air from his lungs.
Then the pain came, hard and fierce across his chest.
Rachel had swung her leg back at him, He realized, knocking the camcorder out of his hand and across the bed.
Fury, pure and burning and unwavering, took hold of him then. He grabbed her by the foot that struck him and dragged her back towards him. His right hand gripped the blade so tight his knuckles went white.
With his left hand he wrestled her legs, managed to hold them down, while he climbed entirely on her and put his full weight on top of her.
He held the blade to her throat.
The feeling of being on top of her and having the blade right against her neck sent a tickle from his stomach down to his balls.
“That was risky, doing what you did. You could feel cut yourself open.”
When Rachel didn’t respond, he spoken again.
“Are you going to try that again?”
He was enjoying this. Feeling her against him.
Rachel only gasped.
He pressed the blade against her throat harder.
“ARE YOU GOING TO-“
She sounded small. Not at all professional.
“Are you going to stay still?”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair – she winced, her face twisted in agony – and slammed her down into the bed.
Rising to his feet, he grabbed the camcorder from the bed and rested it on the dressing table against the wall opposite the end of the bed.
He flipped around the display window – things were still recording with a full view locked on to her bed, frozen on Rachel’s wriggling ass.
He felt a smile split his lips and moved back to her side of the bed.
“Take off that ridiculous oversized shirt.”
Rachel jumped at his raised voice and quickly followed his order, pulling the shirt overhead to reveal medium sized tits — white from tan lines where she has worn her bikini top.
“Turn your body around. Face the camcorder. Let it see your face.”
Rachel did, swiveling around so that her feet were resting against the wall and over her pillows.
Seeing her bare, smooth legs bent at the knee and against the wall – he couldn’t help himself. He unbuckled his jeans and slid them off, letting his hard cock spring free, and pulled his hoody and shirt off.
Now entirely naked, he climbed on top of Rachel, legs either side of her, cock hovering above her ass.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head upwards.
Rachel let out a strained cry.
“What’s going on in that head of yours? I’m curious. I mean, here you are…”
He ran the blade along the curves of her ass and down to her slit – all the while feeling his way through with the blade.
“What, soaking wet. I mean – now I’m curious. Are you enjoying this? Hm?”
Rachel was panting in short successive bursts – but she did not speak.
He pushed down on the blade, his finger steadily putting pressure on it, feeling the rigid shape of the handle beneath.
Rachel choked out something unintelligible. It sounded like mumbling – like a murmur of words.
He heard her pause, heard the audible click that was her swallowing.
He held the blade tip pressed to her cunt.
“Well isn’t that interesting. Why? What blackened thoughts run through your mind?”
“I don’t know…”
“Do you want this cock of mine to slide deep within you? Hm?”
Rachel spoke something but it came out in a mumble and a whimper.
He pulled her up by her hair and jabbed his index finger in the direction of the recording camcorder.
“To the camera. Loudly.”
Was she going to move? Or fight back?
He felt his own sweat trickle down his arm from his armpits. Tension gripped his body, seized his chest. It had never left the moment he had stepped into her bedroom but now it seemed…tighter. More potent.
From in front of him Rachel began to groan, like someone in slumber, in the midst of a bad dream.
He supposed she was – but that didn’t explain why she was so wet. .
“Confess your thoughts to me.”
The words just came to him all of a sudden.
He growled, it came out sounding feral and vicious, and with his other hand he got a grip her ass.
“What are you..”
“Careful now.” He said, prying open her swollen looking pussy lips and sliding the handle in gently. “Clench down tight. You don’t want to move.”
“No! Please. I don’t.”
He could see her little cunt contracting around the blade handle. His heart was hammering in his chest.
“Forget your fucking job and tell me.”
“ I fantasize.”
Her voice broke as she raised it.
She stopped to let out a noise – something between a sob and a moan it sounded like.
She swallowed and tried again.
“To the camera.”
He let go off her head of hair and held the knife by its blade. The darkened handle was covered in her thickened cream. He squashed the sudden urge to devour her little cunt whole.
To her credit, Rachel kept her head raised and looking at the camera.
“I.I..look at them and I can’t help it. I think about being fucked by them.”
“How? Where? Who? Is it me?”
“In the ass, right in my office..I can’t help it. There’s just something..”
A moan broke through the sentence.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It sounded alien.
A different woman.
Rachel went on, speaking lowly and quickly.
“I don’t know, there’s just something that I…want.”
“And who is Andrew?”
He watched as her pussy sucked in the handle.
God, she was a greedy one, trying to get more of it.
“And you think of cheating on him? Of being fucked in the ass by, what, whoever steps into your office?”
From ahead of him, Rachel was silent.
Fiancé? She had a fiancé? He didn’t recall a ring. He didn’t see him here. What the fuck…
He slid the handle out of her pussy and threw it aside. Rachel let out a sharp cry as she did so – a cry that boarded on desperation. It became a deep growl.
“No.” She shrieked. “No!”
He gripped her wriggling self by the hips and guided his cock to her.
“No, what are-
He felt the tip of his cock brush against her pussy and — He slid in instantly, feeling his balls smack against her skin.
Rachel trembled beneath him violently, letting out sharp, throaty cries one after the other.
She was mumbling again, sweet little things he couldn’t make out.
Something strange happened then — Rachel just floated down into bed.
He could feel her body losing its tension beneath him. She slumped into her pillow, shifted her hand under it — and lay there still.
Yet her ass was raised, as if she lost all fight in her right then and there but her body belonged to him.
He used her.
Her ass being lifted the way it was, He could see her darkened cunt lips parted for him as he pumped her, finding a speed solely for himself. She made no noise as he fucked her. Not a wheeze, not a cry, not even a pant.
The only sound was of her soaking cunt, squelching oh so fucking deliciously as he fucked her fast and hard, his cock ripping out of her only to fit back into that tight hot slot all over again.
He felt wild.
He felt out of control.
He leaned down, his chest to her back and hugging tightly, his hands wrapping around her and clutching her to him. His fingers found her stiff nipples and he pinched them till they flattened beneath his fingertips.
He felt Rachel tense underneath him and then wriggle her ass back into him.
The feeling of her ass against him, easing his cock into her cunt further, felt fucking incredible.
He felt himself coming close and froze.
Teetered on the edge.
On the very brink of orgasm.
Nestled within her.
Don’t move, he thought to himself, don’t move a muscle.
He understood that if he did, if he clenched his cock muscle right this moment to try and stop the pleasure, he would have no chance in hell of stopping himself from shooting his load deep into Rachel.
And yet, it was right there, that urge, that maddening urge to come, to feel that crazy sensation wash over him and squeeze his balls.
He couldn’t help himself. He rocked into Rachel, the feeling of her pressed against him driving him mad.
His orgasm hit him hard. Pleasure swirling from his twitching shaft and aching balls up to his stomach, which seemed to fold in on itself.
It felt like he had finally lost that one shred of sanity, feeling the come shoot from his convulsing head. He could feel it wincing shut – shooting out of him and into her.
Stumbling, he lifted himself off of her and straightened his back while on his knees, cock hanging in the air, the wave of the orgasm still washing over him.
To his surprise Rachel turned around so that she was lying on her back and facing him, fucking perfect in the low light on her back.
He could feel his cock still in the throes of orgasm, could see the string of cum mark her tits.
For some reason he didn’t move, he just rested on his knees, watching his cum paint her body.
After the last drops hit her body, trailing down hips, he rose from the bed.
Rachel’s soft voice spoke out through the darkness.