Toxic relationship:

Kira:
I came like a fucking train. Theos! This man can't be normal. He takes something, he certainly must be taking something in order to have so much stamina.
After melting my brain on the living room floor, he lifted me into his arms as if I weighed what a doll does and we got under the shower. We took a quick bath and I made myself breakfast.
What a morning fuck. Oh yeah!
I got dressed to go to work, he said he would accompany me. I put on a yellow blouse and a black miniskirt, underneath them a decent set of underwear, the skirt was so short that when he slammed my back against the door his fingers were inside my panties in seconds.
— Change the skirt, or say goodbye to it.- He hissed against my neck.
ripped my skirt into three large parts.

I screamed.

—Are you crazy! Look what you've done.- I protested indignantly.

— I warned you to change it, tigress.

—Tigress?

—Yeah.

He tries kissing me but I turn my face away.
—And I warn YOU to stop doing steroids. They are bad for your health.
— I don't do toxic substances, tigress.
—Yeah, sure...
—At least, I don't consider you a toxic substance... - He smiles.
I scowl at him. He begins to caresses my sex over my panties, squeezing my pubis with his palm. I purse my lips. He looks at me wickedly and my throat goes dry.
—I have to go to work,- I sighed against his lips.
—You will, after I attend to your needs.

000

I'm going to work at the orphanage to support the breakfast shift. That's my job really, supporting meal times, supervising recesses, and putting the kids to sleep at night.
My job in the beauty salon is a bit more complex and requires more time. Anyway, the salary of both jobs is enough for me to survive and give myself some other luxury. Especially shoes, oh I love shoes! If they are high heels even better.
The day flies by and at eight thirty I go home. I don't have the heart to prepare even something light, I pick up the phone and order a pizza with extra cheese, ham, pepperoni and pineapple.
Twenty minutes later the delivery man arrives and I devour half of the pizza, accompanying it with a glass of red wine. I entertain myself by watching a romantic movie and laughing at boring clichés. At ten thirty I have had enough and I go to bed.
His kisses wake me up. Theos, he smells so good... I sigh. I wonder how he got in... mmm.
I open my eyes slowly, puttting my arms around his neck.
—Hello, tigress.- he purrs in my ear.
—Tigress, huh? What happened to the “wench” thing?
— I think that calling you Tigress suits you best. You are a hungry feline.
— Any complaints?
—None.

000

Patrick has fucked me twice tonight. It was delirious, but I have my doubts. There is something about him that all the orgasms in the world can't hide. I don't know, there's something that doesn't fit.
He's left his cell phone on the bedside table, I shouldn't but I turn it on. It's not password protected, opening directly to the main screen. I compress my lips, quikly checking his contact list, he has only two, Kyrios Alexandros and Miss Bruzain.
I imagine Miss Bruzain is Yolie. I copy his phone number and check the incoming calls. All the ones he has are from Yolie. Hmm? I check the messaging and nothing, not a single message. I put the phone back on standby while pondering what my stalker instincts just got me doing.
Theos! If I didn't know myself, I'd say I'm half in love with him!
000

— Tell us, who is the new guy? - Andrea questions me.
— Uh?
—Don't play the dumb, Kira, you've a completely satisfied face and your miniskirts have disappeared. So... spil the beans already. Who's the boyfriend?
- You know very well I don't do boyfriends.
I focus on rinsing the client's hair. Patrick... I bite my lip, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick... Hmmm. Just thinking about him makes me horny.
— See?- Kelly yells.- Girl, you’ ve got it bad! Look at you, you're having a mental mini-orgasm.
I stick my tongue out at her, drying my client's wet hair with a towel.
—Well, if you don't want to tell us the guy's name, tell us if he has brothers or cousins ... the man who is capable of putting that adoration expression on your face deserves that we invade his family.
— Yea!
—Obviously.
— Girls, he's not my boyfriend. We’re just having ...
— No strings attached sex, we know. But thre's something different about this new guy. You've been quieter than a novice in a convent theses last two weeks .
I turn red as a tomato. It's true. This man is dominating me with his bestial fucks. We've been seeing each other daily for a week, he comes to my apartment every night. I don't even bother putting on clothes to sleep anymore. What for?
Our relationship is... good. It's just what I need. He comes, he fucks me as God intended it and he leaves. We both come out winning.

My cell phone rings. Is him!
I quickly dry my hands taking the call.
—Hello?
—How is your morning so far , tigress?
— Good. Do you need something?- I keep my voice neutral, I don't want him to know how nervous he makes me.
—Yes, I do want something, you. I want you naked and ready. I'll go to your house tonight.- hangs up.
I look at my cell phone wth a frown.