Page 20 of Stranger Session

ItsVenti:I know exactly where it is. I’ll be there soon. Leave the door unlocked for me.

I wait in the car for a few minutes because it can’t look like I’m sitting right around the fucking corner, waiting for her. The silence gives me too much time to think.

Something has to be done about Sam. He’s gotta go, but I’m not a killer. Though I may get to that point if he hurts her.

Maybe it doesn’t have to get to that point.

If I could slip into the house and lace his eye drops with something that will blind him, he can’t look at my venti girl anymore. He can’t creep on young girls anymore, either. He won’t be able to torment anyone ever again. I take a few more minutes to play around with my idea before starting my car and heading toward the café.

I park, pull my mask from the back seat, and situate it over my face. The front door has been left unlocked. Good girl. As I enter the dark café, a feeling of unease weaves through the air. The silence unnerves me a bit. The machines that usually whir and hum all day lie dormant, and the absence of the low hum of quiet conversation only adds to the eerie mood. I want to call out for her, but that would ruin the fun.

I skulk toward the back room, purse my lips, and let outa high-pitched whistle. “Hide, hide, little whore. Because when I catch you...I’ll fuck you.”

I peer over and under metal racks in search of her. When I open cabinets, I search inside. I turn around and her discarded apron lies on the floor. It wasn’t there before. Which means sheishere.

But where?

I peer behind supply boxes holding different types of coffees and cups. A maze of cardboard. But then I see the metal door. Would she hide there, waiting for her nightmare to haunt her?

I whip open the door, and cool air rushes around me before I even step inside. She’s hidden inside a walk-in cooler, but I can warm her up.

“Little whore? Come out for your nightmare! Let me see you.”

Cups, lids, and a metric fuck ton of coffee line the walls. I step further inside and find her curled up on the floor beside a rack, trying to hide from me. She screams when she sees me. I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet. My hand roves down her body, and she shivers against me.

“How’d you find me?” she asks, a tremble in her voice.

“Because you aren’t very smart, whore,” I growl. Why she ran into such a cold part of this old building is beyond me. “Your body is so fucking tight from the cold. I wonder how cool you’ll feel from the inside.”

“I don’t want that,” she whispers, but there’s a fire in her eyes this time that makes me certain she does. She’s so fucking horny for me, even if she wants to play the part of the helpless victim.

“I bet you do. If I put my hand down your pants, I’ll find a soaking-wet pussy, huh?”

She shakes her head, so I prove herwrong. I pull her closer and slide my hand down her pants. Her warm wetness feels like boiling heat compared to the cool air around us.

“How can I force you when your pussy is so welcoming, whore?”

I reach around me and grab a knife from the shelf behind her. We agreed on no weapons the first time we met, but she has an out if she’s uncomfortable with this. I wait to make sure she’s okay with the change in plans before I continue. When she doesn’t say the word to stop me, I press the blade against her cheek and ease it down her skin with minimal pressure. She closes her eyes.

What trust she has in a stranger.

I bring the knife lower and cut her shirt. When the blade grazes her stomach, she whimpers. I pull the ragged fabric from her body, exposing her round tits. Peaked nipples strain toward me from those perfect mounds.

I run the blade over the sensitive skin before bringing it to her throat. She cries out as I push her against the rack, turn her around, and lean her forward. Her chest grazes the cool metal. With the knife firmly planted against her throat, I use my other hand to lower her slacks. The skin beneath her clothes is warm. I wasn’t sure I could perform in such a chilly room, but the moment her ass and pussy are exposed to me, I harden like those fucking nipples of hers.

“No,” she pants. “Please, nightmare.”

“Please what?”

She should tell me to stop, but she doesn’t. She wants me. Her dripping pussy screams for me to keep going, even if she can’t.

My hand seeks out her warmth, and I push my fingers inside her. She gasps as I sink up to my knuckles. I pull back and slip another finger inside her, stretching her.Every time I pull out of her, the chill melds with my wet fingers. I hope she feels that icy blast when I sink inside her again.

I finger-fuck her until her screams change, filling with feral pleasure as I hit such a sensitive spot inside her. I pull my fingers from her just in time for a gush of her come to follow. She squirts all over the floor. How unhygienic.

I love it.

If it were colder in here, her come would become slick ice on the floor. Instead, it squirts all over her employer’s supplies. I keep making her gush, over and over, until she’s breathless and panting.

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