Page 23 of Gaze

I knew it was her all along.

Unbuttoning her slacks I can see the top of the leather harness and my pulse quickens. There is no mistaking what she is here for, what I am going to let her do to me.

In the daylight I can see the muscles of her arms, the taut curves of her breasts in her white t-shirt. I never would have worked out who this was in the dark - there is no way for me to have known. But now it’s so clear, so obvious who was coming into my home.

“Where is it” she demands, I know what she is talking about without her even having to express it. And all I can do is point to the desk where the dildo is resting. She follows my finger and grabs it off the desk, clipping it into place on the thick leather harness. Her voice is deeper than I expected, husky like she smokes - but I have no way of knowing if that’s true.

Next thing I know she is in front of me, her hand pressed into my throat. Her fingers digging into my flesh. Using her other hand she drags me off my chair and onto the window ledge, I can feel the cool glass against my back.

“Off” She points at my pants and I scramble to undo the drawstring. I am not fast enough and she rips them off me, the stitches screaming as they are ripped to shreds.

She shoves her knee between my legs and forces them apart, she’s being rougher than the other night and my body is responding. I never knew I liked it like this, so uncompromisingly abrasive.

“People can see!” I protest as a wave of embarrassment flares across my body.

“Good” she snaps back, her voice harsh and unforgiving “its time everyone got to see how depraved you can really be Jen”

Her thigh grinds into my core and I can feel the wetness slick against her slacks even through my panties. A hand is still wrapped around my throat, pinning me in place. I can hear the creaking of the windowpane behind me as I am pushed against it.

She pulls back and I get a second to breathe again. There is a dark patch on her thigh, slick with my desire, she looks at it and smiles. “Poor little desperate whore,” she says as she lunges for me again, this time grabbing my hips with one hand and pulling them up for better access to my pussy. Pulling my sopping wet panties to the side, she exposes me fully. I'm left open and wanting.

The first thrust into me is so hard I bang my head against the window, I feel the pinch as she stretches me, but fuck me, I love every second of the pleasure and pain as it mixes in my body. She pulls out and I look up at her face, she’s got those piercing eyes laser focused on me. “Eyes on me Jen,” she says slowly as she pushes back in and I moan. I moan so loudly I worry for a second that the window is open and people will be able to hear. I see the sly smile spread across her face as she has the same realization. My eyes roll back in their sockets and my head lulls back against the window - breaking our eye contact. As soon as they do her hand is rough around my jaw, forcing my face towards her as she slams into me again. “I said, eyes on me Jenifer.” She growls, it’s a warning as much as it is a command. I don't dare risk the punishment so I keep my eyes trained on her as she fills me for the third time.

She’s slipping in easier now, my body lubricating her shaft with my own desire. My eyes don't leave hers, as instructed. I take her. Each thrust is as punishing as the last, each one giving me a swell of pain mixed in with the pleasure.

Aggressively she pulls out of me, grabbing my hip with one hand and a fistful of hair in the other. She throws me over so I am facing away from her, my cheek pressed against the cool glass of the window. I wonder who can see me, who cares to be watching, who even knows of my existence up here - the thoughts are ripped from my head as she slams her cock back into me. The penetration filling me deeper now she has a better angle to fill me from. Pinning me in place.

“Do. you. like. people. watching. Jen?” She times her words with every thrust.

“Yes” I moan, clenching my teeth against her movements.

“Do. you. like. them. seeing. how. desperate. you. are. for. it?” Again each word slams into me rhythmically.

“Yes.” I cry my fingers clenching around the wooden widows ledge, I can feel the rough wood under my fingertips.

“Such a fucking whore,” her words dripped like honey “watching everyone all day.”

I can feel my climax building, I can’t stop it. With her new vantage she is thrusting into my g-spot, each stroke sends me closer to the edge.

She has one hand on my hips controlling my speed, not letting me take her any faster, everything is at her pace, as she wants it. For good measure she has the other hand pressing my head into the glass window. I can see the windows around me, but I can't tell if anyone is watching - the condensation building up as I huff my breath onto the glass.

The summer air is stifling, the heat of it mingling with our own - it sits across my skin like a heavy weight pressing me further into place. The heat rolls off my intruder's body, sweat dripping from her body and mine, mixing till I no longer tell who's is who's. Her essence seeps into my pores leaving a part of her that will remain behind long after she is gone.

My climax continues to build.

I need more.

I carefully let go of the ledge with one of my hands, moving it to my clit. Hoping I don’t lose my balance and crash through the window. The edge of my fingers grazes the tip of my swollen clit, the wetness coats my finger - but she catches me, slamming even deeper into me and holding there, she grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back.

“No no Jen,” She hums “Needy sluts have to ask before they can touch.” She let go of my hair and my head falls forward banging into the window.

“Please” I beg leaving my face against the glass.

“Such a needy slut” She starts up her rhythm again, faster this time but just as deep. I move my finger back to my clit, it’s so sensitive I can barely touch it, she doesn't stop me - I take her silence as permission.

I start slowly, gently running a finger over my sensitive bundle of nerves but it's not enough. I press harder, I move faster. I match her motions, I am frantic and frenzied with need. She's right, I am a slut. Desperate for whatever she is going to give me.

“Everyone can see you Jen,” Her voice is cold and impersonal, this is transactional for her “Why don't you tell me what a messy whore you are.” It's not a question.