Twenty-Three

Daniel Addas





I strip out of my clothes, take a quick shower and walk to the full length mirror naked, ski mask in hand. I see my face in the mirror, it disappears behind the black fabric. All I see are my eyes. A monster. A predator. Something not completely human. I slap myself in the face, pump myself up. This is exciting. New. Something completely foreign. Something that is long overdue.
The house is dead. For hours I sat in my room, forced to listen to my sister and Aunt's sobs. Twelve a.m. they're finally sleeping. All I hear now are moans. Moans coming from the room I must visit. I slip to the hallway. Aunt Dahab's mouse house is yellow walled. Bright. Childishly so.
The door to the maid's bedroom is unlocked. I am standing in the doorway, my wet feet skiing against the white linoleum. Hours after the detectives left, my heart still beats at my throat. There's only one cure. Linda. The maid.
I try her door knob, twisting one more time just to be sure. It turns without resistance.
Linda is stretched out on the bed, a toy stretching her wide. She doesn't notice me, my presence. Moans.
I pull the vibrator from her. This is when she sees me and screams. Fuck.
"Shut the hell up," I say. "Hold very still."
I take her pantyhose and stuff it in her mouth. She shakes her head back and forth. She says something. It's muffled. I push her down, my hand holding her in place by the collarbone. I press harder. She makes a sharp noise under the gag. Nervous, I let go. She thrusts her body this way and that, and, against my best judgement, a fit of frustration pulses through me.
"Brat, don't try me. Be fucken still!" She freezes. Good. I snatch her towards me by her ankles and push her legs far apart. My face now hovers directly over her nether region . I breathe in deep. Once, maybe twice. Smelling her. My cock likes her metallic scent. Semi-hard now.
I lick her once. Like a dog. Long, deep strokes. She is so still. Like the dead. I lick again. Three times. Bite her clitoris. She twitches.
I stand to my full height and look at her. She's angry. With me maybe. Maybe with herself for responding to my touch. She's crying now.
This is not fun. I take off my mask. Rip off her pantyhose. She's panting confused.
"Daniel, why'd you stop?" She pouts. "It was just getting interesting."
Obviously her version of interesting is not the same as mine. I tried to indulge her fantasy of being raped. It's just not my cup of tea. Triggers. Why do women want to be raped? Why do so many think it's a fantasy most of us guys share with them? A threesome, hell yeah. I'm all up for that. Watching my girl take some other cock while I'm in the room. I'm all in. But pretending to rape her, er...no. This incessant power play makes me sick.
Linda's eyes dull. She jumps to her feet. Her short afro is reddish-brown. It suits her. Her lips are thin. She's face-boned. Her frame is thin with grapefruit breasts. She's light skinned like me. Her only reason for fucking me (besides rough sex) is her hunger for money and power. Like so many others before her she sees a way out of her current life. A breeding machine, they consider me. She wants me to give her a brat. To trap me. I never dip in her without a rubber.
I flash her a smile. Ignoring her isn't working. She's pouting. Hands on her hips. Demanding my attention. Once our eyes meet I wink and she turns to clay. Blushing. Ugh. How pathetic. Usually I have to hop around her every command for a decent lay but tonight I'm in charge. We've been fucking since she came to work for my Aunt. She postured and pursued. Intentions clear. Ass grabbing here. Bumping into me in only her towel which always fell off. Always. Like some higher force was at play. Of course it was. Until she got my cock. She's not my type.
She takes my penis in her hands. It's limp. A dead worm. Wiggling this way and that. Frustration clouds her the longer she holds me. Toys with me. Nothing happens. She smiles, determined. She'll get my cock to respond to her even if it's the last thing she does.
"I'll make you scream my name," she vows.
I snort. Of course she will. It's never happened before. Her charm falls flat. Every time.
"Let's get this over and done with then," I say, locking my eyes with her pods of mischief. "I'm sleepy."
She wraps herself around me, tugs me towards the bed. I fall on top of her. Dead weight. She grunts and I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling.
"Pour me a glass of hard liquor," I tell her. She does. I end up drinking half the bottle. My cock, the obedient slave, twitches as her hand trails over my abs, chest. Her skin is soft. She smells of artificial roses. All sweet.
She takes my cock again, all ten inches of it. Her eyes bulge. I settle further against the headrest and allow her the privilege. She's practically a dog upon seeing a bone. She wants my cock. Terribly bad.
I want her on her knees. Praising me. Chasing it with her mouth and tongue. Grazing it with her yellowish teeth. If she wants me inside her, which she does, bad then she'll do as I want.
She moves — on hand and knees— towards me, to kiss my lips. I turn to the side. "My dick needs your attention.”
She frowns. Her lips turn to two red margins.
" Fine then," I say and make a move to get up.
She sighs. "I'll do it. Once. Just because you begged."
I snort. I never beg . Not my style.
She takes me in her mouth which is super dry. She's just sucking, like a newborn baby does a nipple . She's frozen. No bobbing. No moving. Just sucking. Her tongue must be frozen.
Linda has the enthusiasm of a dead bird. Let me tell you something about birds. . . they’re not overly enthusiastic about blow jobs. That's, of course, taking into account that the formidable bird does not have a penis.
Bird sex sounds about as erotic as you'd expect for obvious reasons. Not that any sane person would want to watch a pair of birds up close while they go at it.
It's clear the blow job is done out of sense of obligation. Fucken hell, I could pay a prostitute to perform this shit (better) and she’d at least be excited about the cash.
Or at least, I’m assuming.
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you doing, woman?"
She looks at me as though I've just farted on her face and then opens her mouth and clamps down. Hard. I cuss. Rip her off me and push away.
My dick goes on strike. I get up and head for the door.
Once I'm halfway through the door I turn and say, "Oh and Linda?" She perks up. "This, whatever you thought was happening between us, is over, Capische?"
I ran back to my bedroom before the crazy bitch can think to follow me.