I'm scrolling through my phone when the text comes in. You free tonight?
It's Jake. My current fuck buddy of six months - longer than usual, but he follows the rules. No feelings, no complications, just a thick cock attached to someone who knows how to use it.
My place. 9pm. You know the drill.
I toss my phone aside and finish my wine. It's Tuesday, which means I've had a shit day at the office dealing with incompetent assholes, and I need to work off some stress. Jake serves that purpose perfectly.
At exactly 9pm, there's a knock. Punctual - I like that about him. I answer wearing nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong, my red hair spilling over my shoulders.
"Fuck," he breathes, his eyes immediately roaming my body like he's starved for it.
"That's the plan," I say flatly, stepping aside to let him in. "Living room. Now."
He follows without question - another thing I like about him. No small talk, no pretense that this is anything more than what it is. I appreciate honesty in my transactions.
I push him down onto the couch and straddle his lap, grinding against the obvious bulge in his jeans. His hands move to my hips automatically, but I grab his wrists.
"Did I say you could touch me?"
"Sorry," he mutters, dropping his hands.
"That's better." I unbutton his shirt slowly, my nails scraping over his chest. He's built well - broad shoulders, defined abs, the kind of body that photographs nicely but means absolutely nothing beyond its function.
I slide down between his legs and work his belt buckle, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one efficient motion. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking - eager little thing.
"Look at you," I murmur, wrapping my hand around his shaft. "So desperate for it. How long has it been since someone properly used this cock?"
"Too long," he groans as I start stroking him.
I lean forward and drag my tongue from base to tip, tasting the salt of his precum. His hips jerk upward, but I pull back immediately.
"Stay still or I stop."
He nods frantically, gripping the couch cushions. Good boy.
I take him into my mouth properly this time, my lips stretching around his thick head. I've perfected this particular skill - not out of love or affection, but because power is knowing exactly how to make someone fall apart.
"Jesus fuck," he pants as I work him deeper, my throat opening to accommodate his size.
I pull off with a wet pop and look up at him with those big green eyes that always drive them crazy. "Something wrong?"
"No, God no. Please don't stop."
"Then shut up and let me work."
I go back to sucking his cock with clinical precision, using every trick I've learned over the years. Deep throat until my eyes water, then pulling back to focus on the sensitive spot just under his head. I can feel him getting close - the way his breathing changes, how his thighs tense.
Right before he can cum, I stop completely.
"What—why did you—"
"Because I'm not done with you yet." I stand up and hook my thumbs in my thong, sliding it down my legs. "And because I want to use that cock properly."
His eyes zero in on my bare pussy, freshly waxed and glistening with need. I may not do emotions, but I'm not immune to arousal. The power play, the control - it gets me wet every fucking time.
I climb back onto the couch and position myself over his lap, my hands on his shoulders for balance. Without any warning or preparation, I sink down onto his cock in one smooth motion, taking him completely.
"Fuck!" he cries out, his hands automatically moving to my hips again.
This time I let him. I need the leverage.
I start riding him hard and fast, my tits bouncing with each thrust. This isn't lovemaking - this is fucking in its purest form. Raw, primal, transactional.
"You feel so good inside me," I tell him, because I know it drives him crazy when I talk during sex. "Such a perfect cock for stretching my tight little pussy."
He's losing control now, thrusting up to meet my movements. I can feel every inch of him hitting exactly where I need it, that spot that makes my vision blur.
"I want you to cum inside me," I pant, grinding down harder. "Fill me up like the good little fuck toy you are."
"Jesus, you're incredible," he groans.
"I know." Because I do know. I know exactly what I am and exactly what I do to men. It's a weapon I've sharpened to perfection.
My orgasm builds quickly - it always does when I'm in complete control. I throw my head back as the sensation crashes over me, my pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.
"Cum for me," I demand, my voice rough with satisfaction. "Give me everything."
He explodes with a strangled moan, his cock pulsing as he fills me with rope after rope of hot cum. I milk every drop from him, riding him through his orgasm until he's completely spent.
I climb off him immediately, his cum already starting to leak down my thighs. He's still panting on the couch, looking completely wrecked.
"Bathroom's down the hall if you need to clean up," I say, grabbing a towel for myself. "Lock the door behind you when you leave."
"Wait, that's it?" He looks confused, hurt even. "We can't just... talk for a minute?"
I fix him with that cold stare that's ended more potential relationships than I can count. "Jake. What did I tell you about my rules?"
His face falls. "No feelings. No complications."
"Exactly. Thank you for your services. Please see yourself out."
I disappear into my bedroom without another word, closing the door firmly behind me. A few minutes later, I hear the front door click shut.
I check my phone - three new messages from other potentials, including one from the celebrity I keep on permanent rotation.
Missing you. When can I see you again?
I delete it without responding. He's getting too attached lately, asking too many questions about feelings and futures. Might be time to cut him loose.
I pour myself another glass of wine and settle into bed alone - exactly how I like it. No messy emotions, no complicated morning-afters, no pretending to be something I'm not.
Just me, my walls firmly in place, protecting everyone from the devil they think they want to tame.
