Unfullfilled

I had been wandering through the stacks, mindlessly reading the covers of books I pulled off the shelf, inspired by some word or phrase written on the spine.

A feminine clearing of the throat, clearly directed at me, led me to place my most recent cull back on the shelf and turn slowly.

"Looking for something in particular sir?" she asked, now that she had my attention.

I turned my slow spin into a move like a cat going for prey and snatched a handful of her red hair in my grip. My other hand reached, as of its own volition, into my pocket to pull out my knife. Almost as if I had practiced it, I pulled her body in towards me and flicked my wrist outward. CLICK I slid the knife up under the back of her untucked shirt.

"15 fucking minutes late! I ought to take you right here in the store. No... not me... I'll take you up front and bend you over the counter and let every man here have a turn with you."

She gasped at the cold touch of metal on her back and shivered at my words.

"Maybe you can help me... I'm looking for a book on knots," I said, quirking my eyebrow.

She gave me a knowing look and a small chuckle. "I don't know much about knots. I think you can find some books about them in the arts and crafts section though. You must be Vin... I'm Seven."

She offered her small hand in greeting and I shook it firmly. "Great to finally meet you face to face. Traffic must have been a bitch today."

"Yeah, sorry I'm late."

I squeezed down hard on her hand as she tried to pull away. "Sorry?! Sorry?! You don't even know what that word means yet, bitch."

"Sir! It hurts!"

"Of course it hurts. Punishment is SUPPOSED to hurt."

I squeezed harder, driving her to her knees and staring into her eyes, letting every tiny bit of my raging demons shine out so she could see them... so she knew what to fear.

"Don't worry about it. Shit happens. Shall we grab some coffee and chat?"

She glanced around nervously and then looked back at me. "Sure, I'll meet you there... I need to wash my hands." She turned and strode off towards the restrooms at the back of the store.

I followed close behind her, my hand still wrapped in her hair, knife against her spine. When we stepped into the ladies room I shoved her up against the wall beside the door and flipped the lock. Returning my attention to my captive, I yanked her skirt up over her hips and pushed her panties aside, sliding a finger into her sopping wetness.

"You are such a good little whore sometimes. Soaking wet already? Must be the knife... or was it the thought of being bent over the counter for any asshole in here to use?"

"Both, Sir," she moaned, grinding her hips against my fingers.

I thrust my three fingers into her so hard I nearly lifted her from the floor... she whimpered as she tried to hold herself up on her tip toes. I closed my knife and slipped it back into my pocket, then I wrapped the fingers of my free hand around her throat and squeezed, catching the carotid artery under my thumb... her heart was racing.

"Both! What a delightful little slut you are," I snarled as I began to fuck her with my fingers. "I bet you're going to cum, thinking about that fat, bald man at the register eating your pussy... or maybe you had your eye on that freak looking at the D&D stuff back there. Which one would make you scream, do you think?"

She looked up into my eyes and squirmed against me. I could see the lust, almost taste it. "Neither, sir."

"Neither? What? Do you think your too good for them?" I slid my thumb across her clit.

"No, Sir!"

"Do you think you have some sort of magic pussy that they don't deserve?" I let go of her throat and twisted one of her nipples through her shirt.

"No, Sir!"

"Maybe you think they'll get that tight little pussy of yours all stretched out and used up?" I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and put them in front of her.

"No, Sir!" She leaned forward and sucked on my fingers, licking her juices off of them, eyes half lidded.

"Then why don't you want to fuck them?"

She moaned as she pulled her head back. "Because I want you to fuck me, Sir!"

"Then go bend over the sink, and pull that skirt up. I want you to see what you look like when you cum."

She swallowed nervously and did as I instructed, pulling her skirt up over her hips and bending forward over the sink so that her breath was fogging the mirror in front of her. I walked up behind her and slapped her ass, delighting in the warm red hand print that formed.

"Take off those fucking panties," I growled... but before she could move to do so, I grabbed the fabric nestled in her ass crack and pulled it up hard. She moaned and climbed to her tip-toes again, trying to releive the pressure. I reached into my pocket again. CLICK In one smooth motion the knife opened, the panties were destroyed, and the knife closed again.

"Hope those weren't to expensive," I chuckled, knowing full well they had been. I slapped her ass again, a good, burning sting erupting against my palm. She squirmed and wiggled her hips, thrusting back towards me.

Knowing she wanted to cum, I crouched down behind her beautiful heart shaped ass, and began to bite and lick my way from the curve of her pelvis, down the spine and into the center of her ass crack. At the same time my right hand was sliding up her thigh, pinching and massaging, soothing and groping until I found her moist lips again and slid two finger into her at the same time as my tongue found her puckered little anus.

I felt her muscles tighten and heard a faint whimper as I began to rythmically stroke my fingers in and out of her while my mouth worked feverishly across her backside, leaving little bite marks and spots reddened from the suction. The longer I tormented her, the more frequent and rythmic the whimpers became. Sensing her impending climax, I started to massage her leg and inner thigh with the hand not occupied in her sopping cunt. As I squeezed the muscles of her thigh she let out a low moaning wail.

"Sir, I'm gonna cum."

"I know you are. Go ahead. Watch yourself."

She started panting and her whimpering became rapid and ragged. I squeezed the fleshy inside of her thigh again, hard enough to make my hand ache. I saw her raise her hand up to cover the scream she wanted to let loose and she leaned forward so her face pressed against the mirror.

"Look at yourself!" I growled. "I told you, I want you to see yourself cum!"

She pushed up away form the mirror, let out a quick, gasping scream and her body shuddered in release. I stood up immediately and pulled her shoulders to me, taking the weight of her from her weakened knees and began to run my fingers through her red hair gently.

"Thank you, Sir" she whispered as she nuzzled my chest.

"Sir, here's your change. Thank you," the young woman at the register said. From her exasperated expression, it was probably the third or fourth time she'd said it.

I took the change and walked over to an open table and waited for Seven to come back from the restroom.