Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free Page A

grin on his
ruggedly handsome face.
    Spooky or what!
    Emily was certainly unnerved. Was this pure chance, she
wondered – a freakish piece of co-incidence, chilling in its
nature? Or did this crude offensive man have some means of
monitoring Emily’s movements, knowing when she was ready to leave?
Emily shivered at the thought that someone might be spying on her.
If that was the case, what else could this man know about her
life?
    It was a puzzle.
    And there was another puzzle. Why oh why did Emily do it? Why
did she get in the elevator knowing what would happen?
    But that’s exactly what she did. She stepped into the elevator
with the same man who had verbally abused her a few days before.
Perhaps there was an element of arrogance spurring her on - Emily
wanting to show this vulgar hunk that his raunchy good looks and
foul-mouthed taunts didn’t affect her in any way. Perhaps Emily
wanted to prove, both to the man and to herself, that she was a
strong assertive woman who could handle his coarseness without
resorting to the usual channels. Perhaps that’s what she told
herself as the door closed behind her and Emily stood staring into
space. Others might say there was a different agenda at play. But
that would be ridiculous. Emily would have laughed in their
face!
    And surprise, surprise! The man started straight away with a
boorish assault – Emily’s shapely rump being the focus of his
attentions!
    “Looking good again, Blondie!” he laughingly announced. “If
anything that skirt makes your ass even sweeter. Not as sweet as it
would look naked though, with my cock inside it. Or after I’d
fucked it and there was spunk dribbling out the hole... Hey, what
about that! Maybe you’d prefer it if I pulled out before I came,
and blasted my mess all over you buns! Or would you prefer it in
your mouth? Do you like the taste of spunk? How about hot piss
sprayed on your face? ...Yes? ...No? ...Are you too shy to answer?
Well it’s coming your way, Blondie, whether you like it or not,
because it’s more than a buggering I’m going to give you in the
basement!”
    Emily tried to ignore him as the man told her of the many
different ways he was going to use her body and generally debase
her down in the basement. He told her how he was going to force his
cock down her throat and smash his groin into her pretty face. He
said he was going to fuck her really, really, hard – that his cock
would be like a fist punching into her cunt. And he told her about
the buggering she was going to get – because that was his favourite
way to fuck a bitch – it was so dirty and the ultimate submission.
He said he would take her on her back the first time he screwed her
up the ass, so he could see Emily’s face as he ploughed away then
spurted out his mess to drench her guts with his muck. Then the
next time - for naturally they would go to the basement more than
the once - he would make her kneel down on her hands and knees and
hump at her tight asshole from behind – ride her like a dog
breeding a bitch.
    The mystery man described these things to Emily the entire
ride down. All the way from the twentieth floor as they descended
to the lobby, he outlined the rough and dirty sex they were
destined to have when she finally agreed to go down a level
further. That was all that happened – a verbal assault delivered
with certainty. Emily didn’t look at him, directly or reflected.
And the man didn’t bring the elevator to a scary halt or suggest
they bypass the lobby and go to the basement instead. He simply
told Mrs. Johnson, in no uncertain terms, of the depravity she was
going to sink to. Not today, perhaps not tomorrow; it might be a
week or even a month. But he was so assured of himself, promising
Emily that it would definitely happen; and that once she was
hooked, she would plead to be taken time and time again. That’s
what happened with all his other bitches, of which he had a pack to
regularly service, and Emily would be no