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Dont be a Stranger 16



Lyla Law


The next morning , Ezra is gone again and I can’t even fucking walk without feeling pain between my legs. He did a number on me last night. Did several fucking numbers on me. 


As I take a shower , I replay last night. The way he fucked me. Violently. The way I’d cried and begged him to stop, the way he ignored me and kept going. And going. I shiver even under the hot spray of water. My toes curl and heat blooms low in my stomach. 


“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I ask myself out loud. Because I should be running for the hills. The man is a red flag. Just one big , hot, big dicked , red flag. I know I’m being stupid. I shouldn’t enjoy the way he tells me to shut up, or the way he demanded I move in with him, I shouldn’t be spreading my legs for a man I barely know that’s already dead set on fucking a baby into me. I shouldn’t enjoy spending his money the way I did yesterday. I shouldn’t enjoy how he cut off a man’s fingers for touching me. And while I didn’t like that he deleted my contacts my contacts from my phone, I don’t care nearly as much as I should. I’ve always looked down on women who stay in toxic relationships, yet here I am , running straight into one. 



I get dressed and spend the morning and early afternoon , shopping again. This time I actually shop for what I want and not just to try and spend his money to teach him a lesson. Because he didn’t even bat an eye when I’d spent over a hundred thousand dollars yesterday. 


I return the car. Because it wasn’t even a car I liked. I’d just bought the cheapest one I could. Plus I felt guilty, buying something I wouldn’t even really use. Because if I was staying in this…relationship…he had his own cars already and drivers to take me wherever I wanted to go. 


My phone rings and I look down and roll my eyes. Seeing that he’s changed his contact name in my phone. 


“Master” is the name that shows up. 


I answer. “What do you want?” Is how I answer the phone. His dark annoyed chuckle sends shivers up my spine. 


“Why are you returning the car?” He asks. 


“Because I don’t want it.” I say. 


“You better not return that necklace.” He says. 


I hadn’t planned on it. 


“Who’s gonna stop me?” I argue just because I can. 


“Do you enjoy being a little bitch?” He asks. 


“Mhm” I hum and he groans. 


“You know, I love when you’re a good girl …but I also love you being a difficult little bitch.” He says and then I hear him speaking to someone else in another language. I blink. I wait. He’s silent. 


“You still there baby?” He asks and I lick my lips. 


“Yeah.” I answer. 


“What language was that?” I ask. 


“Mandarin. Are you going to get a different car?” He asks. 


“No. You speak Mandarin?” I ask. 


“Yes. Why are you returning the car? I want you to have it.” He says. 


“Do you speak any other languages?” I ask. 


“Why are you returning the car?” He ignores my question. 


“Because I don’t need it. I bought it simply to be a brat. I don’t even like it or want it. I was trying to teach you a lesson.” I say. 


“I speak ten different languages. Spanish. Russian. French. Italian. Mandarin. German. Arabic. Japanese. Portuguese. And American Sign Language.  What lesson were you trying to teach me sweetheart?” He asks with amusement. 


I huff out a breath. Half because of how many languages he knows and half because I don’t even know what lesson I was attempting to teach him. 


“That you chose a bitch to be your live in whore” I say and he laughs. Actually laughs. I can’t help the smile on my lips. 


“Don’t return anything else.” He says when his laughter dies down. 


“Wasn’t planning on it. With the way you fuck me I deserve much more.” I say and he hums. 


“You sure do baby. You were such a good girl last night.” He says and I whimper. Jesus. I was hooked on him. 


“I need a fucking lobotomy.” I groan out loud under my breath. 


“I Don’t think you can just buy one of those sweetheart.” he says and I roll my eyes. 


“I’ll pay under the table, find a man on Craigslist or something.” I say and he laughs. 


“I miss you.” He says and my heart , stupidly does a little flip flop in my chest. 


“You miss fucking me.” I say. 


“Well. Yes. But I also miss your face and watching you sleep.”


“Creep.” I mutter and he laughs softly. 


“You’ve got me incredibly hard right now Lyla.”


“Good. Suffer.” I say and he groans. 


“Quit making it worse.” He says and I smile to myself. 


“I need to finish shopping , is there anything else you need , you’re interrupting my day.” I say. 


“You fucking bitch” he groans. 


“I’m gonna go spend your money now.” I say. 


“Our money. You don’t need to tell me when you spend it. It’s yours now too.” He says and I hear him groaning softly. 


“Are you jerking off?” I ask. 


“Yes.” He answers. 


“Is your hand as good as my cunt?” I ask and he groans louder. Bubbles clears his throat from beside me in the back of the blacked out suv. Squirt is in the passenger up front with driver. All of them listening and pretending not to. 


“Not even close” Ezra groans. 


“Maybe you should cut your palm, let yourself bleed a little, bleed on your cock the way my pussy does” I say and Ezra groans. 


“You fucking slut, keep talking” he breathes hard. 


“Bubbles , Squirt and your driver are listening” I say. 


“Don’t care. Talk to me like a dirty little bitch” he groans. 


I cringe at what I’m about to say. But say it anyways because I know it’ll please him. 


“I’m going to need to change my tampon soon.” I say and sure enough Ezra curses. 


“I’m bleeding a lot today….its so messy” I moan for him. Putting on a show of it. 


“Fuck you. Don’t pretend. Just keep talking”


“Who said I’m pretending?” I moan. 


“I know the way you sound when youre a needy slut. Do you think I don’t already know exactly how your moans sound when you really want it?” He asks. 


“I do want it” I whimper softly. 


“Mmm” he hums. Because that time. I’m not lying or pretending. 


“What are you wearing?” He asks. 


“Nothing. I’m naked in the back of the car showing the three of them my pussy” I say. 


“Liar.” He growls. 


I smile and see Bubbles shaking his head beside me. 


“Bubbles has his hand on my thigh, he’s spreading me wider for your driver and Squirt” I say. 


Bubbles turns his head to me and I just smile. 


“Bubbles said he owns my pussy now” I say. 


He’s wearing sunglasses but I can tell he’s glaring at me because he’s obviously knows how unhinged his boss is. 


“The fuck he did. He knows better. You’re such a little trouble maker.” Ezra groans. 


“And what if I wasn’t lying?” I ask. 


“Then I’d fucking kill him.” Ezra growls. 


“You’d skip cutting off his fingers and go straight for murder?” I ask and Bubbles shakes his head and sighs. 


“You make me fucking crazy” Ezra groans into the phone and I lick my lips at the desperation laced into his voice. 


“You own it Ezra, they know it, I know it” I breathe softly. 


“I need you on my cock.” He groans. 


“But my pussy hurts Ezra” I whine. 


“There won’t be a single say it doesn’t hurt because of what I do to it Lyla. So get used to it” he groans and my thighs push together. 


“I miss you too” I say, returning the words he gave me earlier. 


“I know you do sweetheart. Because you’re a dirty little bitch that loves to be raped, and I rape that pussy, real fucking good, don’t I baby?” He groans and I whimper. 


“Yes master” I exhale and he grunts. 


I listen to him as he cums. Cursing and I wonder how much cum is spilling from his cock. I listen to his breathing and the panting on the other end. 


“I’m going to fuck you the second I get home” he breathes. 


“I’m sore” I tell him. 


“You don’t know what sore is yet Lyla. I promise you that.” He says and I lick my lips. 


“Behave today.” He exhales.


“Never” I breathe into the phone. 


“That’s my girl.” He says. I smile and squirm in my seat. 


“Call me when you’re done shopping.” He says. 


“Yes master” I say. 


“Mmm, good girl” he groans and then hangs up the line. 


I exhale. I turn my head to Bubbles. 


“Don’t worry. He didn’t believe me. You get to live another day.” 


His lips twitch without looking at me. I smile to myself. Because they still don’t even talk to me. I get an occasional head nod or grunt when I’m being annoying by using their made up nicknames. But other than that they’re still giant beefy robot bodyguards. 


——-


I don’t get home till after Ezra is already there. I walk in with Bubbles and Squirt and over two dozen shopping bags that are carried by the buildings bellhop staff. Along with a dozen boxes of shoes. I didn’t have a qualms about spending his money. I meant what I said. I deserved it for the way I let this man control me and use my body. And I didn’t have a reservations about spending a man’s money. I wasn’t going to pretend like I was too proud to let him spoil me. Because I wasn’t. 


Ezra watches me direct the bellhops up to the bedroom and looks at Bubbles and Squirt and nods. Then they leave and go station themselves outside. 


“Thanks for the company boys!” I say to which they give me no response. 


“Can’t you tell them they’re allowed to talk to me?” I ask as Ezra walks over and pulls me against him as the bellhops come down. 


He reaches into his suit pocket and takes out a few hundreds and gives them to the bellhops as they pass and leave. 


Then he’s pulling me back to him and pushing my hair back over my shoulder and leans down and starts to kiss my neck. 


“No.” He answers and I moan softly and my eyes flutter shut as he keeps softly kissing my neck. 


“Why? They’re like robots, it’s no fun” I whine. 


“Because. They’d be distracted. And I don’t want them distracted when they’re protecting my most precious asset” he says and then his hands slide to the zipper at the back of my dress. 


“Not even in the car or here?” I ask. 


“No Lyla. Not even then.” He says and I shiver as my zipper lowers. 


“They don’t even look at me” I breathe. 


“Because looking at you would be even more distracting for them.” He groans and then grabs the straps of my dress and lowers them and the fabric slips down and my dress pools to the floor. 


“I’m not that distracting” I argue and he laughs. 


“Youre incredibly fucking distracting.” He says and then his hands cup my breasts and he lowers his head and kisses them. I whimper and breath hitches at how god damn soft he’s being with me. His lips barely touching my skin as he peppers me with soft kisses on my nipples. 


“Maybe they should learn how to multitask” I say and he smiles as he looks up at me and then shakes his head before sucking my left nipple into his mouth. 


“Youre being too nice to me right now, it’s scary” I say and he chuckles and flicks his tongue over my nipple. 


“I’m trying not to treat you like a whore, because you told me you need more than that, should I stop being nice?” He asks and I whimper.


“Since when do I get what I want?” I ask and he hums and bites my nipple softly and then sucks it , his fingers rolling the other. 


“Don’t act like everything else we’ve done isn’t exactly what you’ve wanted” he says and then kisses back up my chest and over my neck and I moan. 


“You wanted my cock on that rooftop….you wanted it again the next morning in the elevator….you wanted it everytime I’ve given it to you, and you wanted me to cut that piece of shits fingers off for touching you, don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy the way I handled that , because you want a man crazy about you to the point he’d do far worse to any man that touches you…you wanted to spend my money, you want my cum inside of you…you want to be here in my home with me, because you love everything that comes with belonging to me” he groans in my ear. 


“Is that right baby? Or do I have it all wrong?” He asks and I nearly melt into a puddle. 


“Youre…right” I breathe and he hums. 


“And you want me to put my cock in that sore little pussy, don’t you Lyla?” 


I nod and he groans. 


“Good girl, because I’m going to use that pussy whenever I want, how I want, whether it’s soft and slow or raping you while you cry for mercy” he groans. 


“Let’s go to shower, I plan on making a mess with you” he groans and I whimper. 


“Why are you so obsessed with my period?” I ask. 


“Because it’s fucking hot.” He groans.



“Not really” I say. 



“It’s just blood. And it’s not even the blood itself that drives me fucking crazy, it’s what it represents” he groans.


“What does it represent?” I ask and he lifts me up and my legs go around him as he carries me to the bedroom and the shower upstairs. 


“It represents you being a woman, represents your hot tight cunt and your fertile fucking womb” he groans and sets me down in the shower and then starts to undress himself. 


“It represents my favorite thing about you” 


“What’s that?” I pant as I lean against the tiles. Watching his clothes fall to the floor piece by piece. 


“The fact I can breed you” he groans and strokes his cock and steps into the shower.


“That’s why you want me? Because I’m breedable?” I huff and he smiles. 


“Plenty of women are breedable.” He says and then tugs my panties to the side and he smiles as he draws on the string and pulls out my tampon and I moan. I fucking moan for it. He’s made me as crazy as him. 


“But I only plan on breeding one woman, and it’s gonna be you, whether you like it or not” he says and drops the tampon to the side and then hitched my leg over his hip. 


“So yes, I’m obsessed with your body, and the way it bleeds and shows me how badly your pussy needs to be impregnated” he says and pushes his cock inside of me and my head goes back and I gasp. 


He groans as he sinks into me , it’s not too hard, but it’s swift and he fills me in one thrust and my pussy clamps down as if in agreement with the misogynist words coming out of his mouth. 


“Every woman is made for a man. And you, we’re made for me” he says and thrusts again. 


“Do you disagree?” He asks and then grabs my other leg and is lifting me off the floor and pinning me against the wall with another thrust as I wrap my legs and arms around him and shake my head. 


“Your purpose is bleeding all over my cock Lyla” he groans and I cry out. Fuck. I was such a terrible woman, all my feminist values seem to shake their head in disappointment at me as I clench around his cock. 


“You were made for this Lyla, to let a man use your pussy whenever he wants , to let me have your body and all your holes whenever I fucking please” he grunts and thrusts harder and makes me scream out. 


“You’re a whore baby, say it” he groans as he fucks me faster. 


“I’m a whore” I cry and Ezra groans. 


“Whose whore are you sweetheart?”


“Yours” I pant. “I’m your whore”


“And what’s your purpose?” He grunts. Slamming deep inside of me and I cry out. 


“To let you use me” I whine. I didn’t believe that. I knew he didn’t entirely believe it either. That he just got off on it. Or maybe he did. But I wouldn’t ask right now, because I was enjoying “my purpose” way too fucking much right now. 


“And what else baby?” He groans. 


“To…be…bred” I cry. 


He groans and breathes harder as he grabs my ass and slams his dick harder into me. 


“Good girl, good fucking girl” he grunts and I cry out as he keeps fucking me against the wall of the shower. My arousal and my blood making his cock slip in and out of me so fucking easily , but it doesn’t help how sore I am. But my body welcomes the pain of it, the way he stretches my pussy hurts so fucking good I could cry. I do cry. I can feel the tears on my cheeks. But they might also be from the shame of getting off to him telling me of my purpose. 


“good girl” he groans again . “Found myself such a good girl” 

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