“Anytime.”

Now, that’s a magical word.

And I could tell from the way your hand shivered when you dropped the penguin plush keyring into my palm that you knew exactly what kind of permission you were giving me.

You practically whispered it, your lower lip quivering as you looked me in the eye, perhaps thinking about what I was going to do to you and when I might do so. It gets you wet, doesn’t it? I know you were warm between your thighs when I closed my fist around the soft keychain and leaned forward ever so slightly, emphasizing the height differential between us.

One question, “Rules?”

“N–none,” you stammered, clearly aware of the golden opportunity you were handing me.

“Safe word?” I replied, merely to stir your memory.

“‘Ruby’, like always,” you answered attentively.

Such a good girl.

And just like that–it was done. A concise but comprehensive discussion. It takes a lot to be disciplined–to wait. Because I wasn’t going to use the key that night. No, I wanted you to anticipate. I wanted you to lay in bed each night wondering if you’d hear your apartment door click open followed by the soft thud of shoes in the hall.

I waited just long enough so that I thought you might start asking questions, prodding around, trying to ascertain my plan. Had I forgotten? Maybe you were growing impatient. Or, maybe the memory had faded enough that you were sleeping soundly now, no longer expecting an intruder.

And that’s when I came.

2 AM on a Tuesday morning. I knew you’d be in a deep slumber. So I slipped inside, quiet as a mouse, didn’t even disturb your cats. I crept through the kitchen and down the hall, pulling on my cheap dollar store mask–just as agreed. When I pushed open the door to your bedroom I saw you twisted in your lavender sheets. Like always, you were wearing your old volleyball t-shirt and panties–perfect.

My cock was hard as soon as I got behind the wheel. Standing at your threshold, a small pool of precum was spreading across my boxer briefs. I took my belt off in a deliberately loud manner, hoping you might stir before I jumped atop you. My legs straddling your waist, my hand pushing your face into your quilted pillowcase.

And then I knew you were awake. My hand through your hair, pulling it at the roots, snapping your head back and twisting just enough so that you could see me in your door-length mirror.

There’s the mask. Looks like you’re in for a helluva night, huh?

Back in the pillows as I grabbed at your waist, breaking the thin band of your panties in a satisfying SNAP.

“Keep your mouth shut, slut. Ain’t no help for you. Lay there, take it. Don’t make this hard. Okay? It’ll be over soon enough, sweetheart.”

A finger between your thighs and–fuck–you’re soaked. Fly open. Cock falling against your ass cheek, leaving a filament of precum that snaps and glistens against your skin. Thumb over my shaft, directing it between your legs. There it is. Your tight fucking slit.

“Pro-protection?” You stammered in a muffled cry.

“I said ‘shut the fuck up’!” A hard THWACK against your ass that put our previous spanking sessions to shame. That was fucking loud, huh? My dick perked up, knowing that red mark was going to blossom into a bruise.

Then I was in and your pussy felt brand fucking new. Christ, you were pouring over me. Shrouding my shaft in your juices. Paving the way for me to treat you rougher than ever. I obliged. Of course I obliged.

It was like that at first–you on your stomach. I had one hand on your ass and the other on your head, making you drool into your sheets. I could hear your muffled whimpers between each ball-squishing thrust. Goddamn, even they were soaking from your cunt. I could have cum like that. Coulda finished so easily. But where’s the fun in that?

So my fist tightened in your hair and pulled you backwards, dragging you onto your spine and to the edge of the bed. Your hair hung over your face as I drove two fingers into your slit to replace my retracted cock. You tried squirming and fighting, but I slapped you across the face.

“No teeth. Make me cum and this is over.”

I didn’t give you the opportunity to respond. It was cock against lips and then cock against uvula. One smooth fucking motion. I kept my fingers inside you so that I could feel you clench as I knocked against your gag reflex. My other hand grabbed your chest, twisting your nipple between thumb and forefinger until you cried out against my sack.

God, the sounds were obscene. Wet glucking as my cockhead pummeled your palate, my fingers fucking you, spreading the squishing wetness across your uprooted bedsheet. I could tell you were trying harder than ever to take me, to let me have my way with your throat. You had sunk into subspace and I could do fucking anything I wanted with you.

But I wanted to keep it fast and aggressive. Burn out this fucking orgasm at its peak. Fast, sloppy, and brutal. All fucking peaks before the big comedown.

So, as I drew back my cock from your lips, a thick web of saliva spreading along its length, I pulled my fingers from your cunt and grasped your chin, “On your back. You seem like the kinda slut that’s on the pill, y’know?”

I threw you back–rather than allowing you to reposition–and clambered on top of you. Spit-slick shaft inside your pussy again. Somehow even wetter. Hand around your neck, squeezing carefully but firmly. My breath quickening, tightening, cock pushing up a final half-inch and-------bursting. Fuck, what a mess. A sticky splatter of complete relief inside your pussy.

Pulled out in a huff, cock still wet with cum, wiped it on your thighs, pants up, belt on, out the door. And you laying in the aftermath. Just. Like. That.

Well, almost.

Gave it a few minutes. Let you sink deep into it.

Then I tossed my mask aside and returned. Wrapped my arms around you, kissed your forehead, and pulled you to my chest. “You were so good. Such a good girl.” Quiet and soothing, my fingers running softly through the very same hair I’d just used to toss you like a ragdoll. Scratched your scalp gently. Rubbed your back. Kissed each cheek.

“It’s okay now, go to sleep.” You curled against me, breathing deep, shaking gently. You were so tired, exhausted. But when you woke, I’d be right there, holding you.

And, in the morning, you would remember that I still had that key. I could do it again. I would do it again.

Anytime.