Welcome to the high life!
AN: Yo it’s ya boi, uh sick as hell! Oof part 5 baby, so excited. Thank you all for the likes yet again, love each and every one of you so much! It ended up being very soft today since I’m in a soft and sickly mood. Currently bedridden, I do hope you enjoy this chapter. (First time writing actual smut, plz be gentle)
Part 5: You’re already on it!
Warning: Kind of romantic I guess. Soft wild man Laing. Consented Smut. Tenderness.
The camera turns back on revealing Laing’s curious face staring down at it. The lens was cracked. He ground his teeth together as he tried to work out how this contraption worked. He seemed to be somewhat familiar with it as he started muttering about having seen these at one of the past residents apartment. He mentioned the name ‘Wilder’. He gave up on trying to figure it out and set it down on a nearby dresser. The camera captures a king size bed, daylight shone in through the windows which were covered up with plastic sheets. Laing walks away and disappears from view for a few moments. The camera picks up silent whispers, the apartment was very silent. Suddenly Laing returns, carrying you in his arms. Holding you against him like his sleeping bride. You were still out cold. Laing gently lays you out on the mattress and begins sliding your denim skirt off of you and then removing your shoes. He tosses your shoes and skirt aside and pulls the comforter over your body, lightly tucking you in.
‘‘Little bird is safe now, building will keep her safe. Won’t you?’‘
Laing looks up at the ceiling, as if he were talking to the walls. He bends down towards your sleeping form and presses a gentle kiss to your temple. He sits down on the mattress and for a few moments, stroked the side of your face very gently. He let out a small sigh as he stood up and grabbed something from the nightstand drawer. A pencil and a piece of torn paper, writing something on it and leaving it behind on the stand. Leaving it for you to find when you wake up. In a hurry Laing reached for a tool belt that was draped over the edge of the bed, quickly putting it on and then running out. The camera continued filming your sleeping body.
Half an hour passed, the battery is now at 52%. You groan as you strain to pull yourself up from the bed. Your vision was blurred and you felt dizzy. Rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands you started to gain back your vision. Letting out a loud gasp you quickly bundled the covers up in your fists and backed up against the headboard of the bed. Your breath laced with panic and worry you look around and scan the bedroom. You notice the camera in front of the bed on the dresser. The red light was blinking, indicating that it was recording. You saw your denim skirt on the floor so you quickly look underneath the covers. To your relief you are still had your underwear and Laing’s baby blue button up covering you. You realize that this is his apartment.
You ran your hands over your face and cursed up a storm, Laing didn’t seem to be in the apartment as it was completely silent. Out of the corner of your eye you see a piece of paper on the night stand. You grab it and read the messy handwriting of the wild man. You stand up, pulled up your skirt and hurried over to the camera and you show the note to viewfinder.
‘please wait for Laing to come home. Laing will bring little bird some food and water soon’
The handwriting was messy, written in a hurry but still legible. You wondered how his hands felt. Were they rough and worn? Or soft and gentle? Clearly not gentle as you just remembered him punching you square in your face. Your face stung still from the impact from before. You frown and pick up the camera, pointing it at yourself. You notice that the lens is now cracked, you growl.
‘‘This psycho really wants me to stay in this place and wait for him? Is he that stupid? I mean he caught me, but for some reason didn’t kill me or eat me like I thought he would. Instead he brought me here. I guess I can look on the bright side, there aren’t to many levels between me and the front door of this place. Laing better compensate for damaging my baby! This thing cost me a fortune’‘
Your eyes widen as you walk out into the living room, the balcony door was open and you run outside. Layers of plastic hung from the underside of the balcony on the level above you. Kind of like makeshift drapes. You stand on the bridge beneath your toes and peak over the railing. You see the outside world. It looked so beautiful from up here, never had you seen the city from such a height. The sun was high up, it was maybe around lunch time. You could go for a full English breakfast right about now. Your dad always fried up the best eggs. You point the camera over the city below you, letting the camera take in the view. You felt like you were flying.
‘‘I can kind of understand why people wanted to live here…’‘
Mia suddenly popped up in your thoughts and you panicked again. You swore you’d go back for her. You reluctantly tear your eyes away from the wonderful view and headed back inside. Pointing the camera at the apartment you see that it was even cleaner than the first time you came up here. It’s like Laing took out the trash, the empty paint cans were gone. And all of those deodorant cans were also gone. The apartment was still dusty as all hell with flecks of grey paint all over the floor. You quickly walk through the apartment and charge straight for the door. You aim the camera at the floor, a small spider crawls across the floor into view of the viewfinder. You don’t care much. You grab the door handle and you press it down, the door opens slightly but then stops. You try pushing it out, but you hear something metal hit the wood from the outside. Peeking through the tiny open crack you notice that there is a chain outside the door. Frantically you start kicking and pushing the door with all of your strength only to come down to conclusion that Laing chained the door shut from the outside.
‘‘Fuck me! He chained the door…’‘‘
You hear squishy footsteps moving closer to the door. The carpet out in the hall was obviously very damp, you quickly move back. You aim the camera at the door, maybe Joe found you. Or Mia even. Looking around the apartment floor and the kitchen nook you try to find things to protect yourself with, but there was nothing. No bricks, knives or flamethrowers. God you wanted one, this place was disgusting and deserved to be cleansed in a trial of fire. You saw a couple of books on the ground, you pick one up. You knew it was a useless weapon but you were going to try anything you had on offer for protection. The door was being carefully unchained, you prayed for it to be Joe. You wanted home. To your dad, to tell him you’re okay.
‘‘Laing is home little bird’‘
Laing’s voice whispered through the door. You felt your lips tremble and you held the book up higher. The door opened, revealing Laing on the other side. He had a plastic bag that contained something unidentified. Oh god what was in the bag! A million things started floating in your head like severed heads, lizards. Sex toys even. Okay maybe not sex toys, cause where would you even find those in this place? Laing smiled sweetly towards you, your breath shaking. The camera picked up your breathing pattern. Laing frowned as he saw you had put on the denim skirt.
‘‘Pretty bird was supposed to stay in bed and rest!’‘
You backed away as he took three quick steps toward you.
‘‘Stay back! I’ve…got a book on the uh…human anatomy and I’m not afraid to use it!’‘
Laing puts the bag down and slowly raises his hands. His eyes distract you, you feel your hand slowly lowering as he approaches you. The camera now facing the ground. Slow long agonizing steps. Your breath is caught in your throat as you realize that his chest is now pressed up against yours. The book in your other hand drops onto the floor. You can smell the deodorant mixed with his sweat. The same scent that you smelled on your own shirt, you officially confirmed that this was Laing’s shirt. You attempt to step back but Laing grips your arm and holds you still. He looks down at you, your eyes meet. And you relax in his grip, the eyes are so deep. You don’t understand what’s happening. You needed to get out of here, Laing wasn’t a good man. All those poor women on the 38th floor. Mia. You felt tears forming in your eyes, causing Laing’s forehead to wrinkle in confusion. He cupped your face with his large hands, oddly enough the answer to your earlier question now came to you. His hands were strangely very soft. The camera still aimed at the floor you refuse to let go of it. Laing’s lips started closing in on you, you couldn’t breath. Desperately you started squirming in his arms, trying to loosen his grip. His lips pressed up against yours and your body tensed up. His left hand moved down to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You felt yourself hesitant on what to do, you could distract him for a while and take him by surprise. Your lips parted and his tongue wasted no time finding it’s way inside. You whimpered as you tasted him. His mouth was bitter, cigarettes and whiskey. Tilting his head he practically devoured you, his tongue curling up around yours. You let go of the camera and it fell to the ground, Laing’s black dirty sofa was in view. Laing’s hands travel down from your face and down to your button up which he then hastily rips open. You gasp against his lips as the buttons rip away and scatter all over the ground. The excitement pooled in between your thighs, your underwear filled with warmth. Your arms quickly found the top of Laing’s shirt and you struggle to unbutton it. His lips detach from yours and he attacks your neck, lathering it with hungry bites and kisses. You gasp as you felt his tongue drag down your shoulder. Your shirt fell away and dropped on the floor. You were really doing this. His hands cupped your naked breasts, much to your surprise he just gently ran his palms over them. stroking them so gently. You didn’t know who this was. Was this really the rabid dog that chased you like a predator throughout the high rise? This seemed like a very docile person. This wasn’t the same Laing you had seen on the 38th floor. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, you didn’t want to think about poor Mia.
You felt your face heat up, why was he so gentle with you? You unbutton the last bit of his shirt and you slide it off of his shoulders. Exposing his chest. He was quite lean, he had muscle to him. Your eyes travel down the dip between his pecs down to his stomach. You see the little trail of hair traveling down from his navel. You look away quickly, felt ashamed of yourself. Laing’s arms pick you up with ease, you instinctively wrap your legs around him. He carries you over to the sofa and sits down with you straddling him.
You looked into his eyes and you saw it. There was someone behind them, someone human. Robert seemed to enjoy you looking at him as he started to smile. His hands wandered down to your skirt, which he quickly unzipped. You stood up from him and haphazardly slid it off. Slipping on it you fell on top of him which he didn’t seem to mind. Your mouths sought after one another, colliding once again. This kiss was different from before, it was full of heat. Your body was burning with desire for Robert and he could feel it. He threw you on your back, you look up at him. With a small huff you feel him spread your legs apart and slither in between them. His bulge pressed against your mound and you moaned. Robert’s right hand was quick to travel down to your panties, pressing his index finger, middle and ring finger against your sex. He could smell the wetness so much more now that it soaked through the fabric. He rubbed your wet cunt slowly through your now soaked underwear. You let go of yourself and you moaned loudly, bucking your hips. Robert pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his index finger inside of you, you felt his breath on your neck as you squirmed underneath him. Looking away from him you notice the camera on the floor. It was filming this. Robert pushed his middle finger inside of you, you whimpered and bit into your lip. Robert captured your lips with his, you let his tongue explore your mouth. You couldn’t handle this, you were afraid. Why was he being so gentle with you. Robert pumped his fingers into your core much to your enjoyment, you hadn’t been intimate this way with anyone for a long time. You felt frustrated being the only one being worked on. Before you could reach your hands down to undo his belt, Robert grabs your hands and pins them over your head.
You gasped as he added a third finger inside you, stretching you out with them. You arch your back as your cunt weeps at the lavish attention Robert was giving you. You beg him to continue, to quicken his rhythm. You whined when he pulled all three of his fingers out of you. You cried for him to put them back inside but he only smiled at you, the predator was back and you whimpered. He stopped for a moment to admire you, licking his fingers one by one. Robert’s hands reached up to fondle your tender breasts, playing with them like a child would with it’s toys. You felt his hardened cock press against your thighs again. You wiggled underneath him and managed to pull your panties down slightly. Robert moaned as he pressed himself against you. He was just teasing you at this point.
Robert pushed himself away from you and pulled down your underwear, you lifted yours legs up to aid the progress. Robert kissed your calves, nipping at your thighs. He stood on his knees and slowly unbuckled his trousers, maintaining his eye contact with you. You held your breath as you spread your legs wider for him, eager to feel him inside of you. A part of you was coming unhinged. This was messed up. You were giving your body up to this stranger who up until a moment ago was hunting you down. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of his cock as he delicately pulled it out from his boxers. He crawled back over to you, sliding in between your legs, you felt his dick rub against your slit. You moaned at the burning sensation of him. Robert grabbed a hold of the tip of his aching, needy shaft and prodded your sweetly lubricated hole, he groans.
‘‘Shall I finally relieve you, little bird?’‘
Your eyes widened, did he just speak normally. No third person, no caveman speech. Your lips part but before you manage to comment he pushes into you without warning. Throwing your head back, you feel him pushing deeply inside you. Robert moans out to you, your tightness quivered around him. Your arms snaked themselves around his neck, pulling yourself up to be closer to him. Robert buried his face in your hair, his left arm reaching around your back. Effectively pulling you into his arms. He thrusts slowly inside of you. Roughly but intimately. Your nose is filled with his smell, the smell of him inside of you. His sweat, the stale cigarette smoke on his breath. You love all of it. You tangle your fingers in his hair and you kiss him again, digging your nails into his scalp. Robert groans loudly, your breasts pressed up against his chest as he ravages you. You can feel that thick vein underneath his cock, you feel it pulsing inside of you.
‘‘Please don’t stop! Faster!’‘
You can’t believe the words that come out of your mouth as you pull away from his lips. Robert’s pace quickened and soon enough the sound of your sweat covered skin slapping against his filled the room. You scream out to the high rise, you hear residents howling from their lower floor balconies like wolves in sync with your pleasured screams. You are so close, you smile and let the rush of ecstasy wash over you, Robert toys with your clit. Rubbing it furiously with his thumb. He rests his forehead against yours, his breath heavy and ragged.
Your nails dug into the flesh of his taut buttocks, chanting his name like a prayer that your life depended on. Like it would clear your sins. You feel your eyes start to water, your vision blurred. His fingers aggressively working on your clit, you felt yourself come to an end. Your body arch back and buck underneath him as you cum, his name never leaving your lips. Robert felt your cunt tighten around him, he slams himself into you milking himself inside of you. Filling you up completely, his seed started to drip as he pulls out of you. You feel your vision fading as the drowsiness takes over. You had forgotten how good sex felt. Robert lets his hands wander, caressing your arms, shoulders and stomach. Lathering your neck in lazy kisses. He chuckled against your skin.
You were too weak to protest, your naked body was worn out. Robert now stood up from the couch, picking you up he carried you into the bedroom and laid you down. You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the dirty pillow.
The camera still neglected on the ground made a small chirp, alerting Robert to it’s presence. He walked back out into the living room and picked it up. It seemed that the camera recorded the whole event. He smirked into the camera, he was sure to get his pretty bird to show him the footage later.
The camera turns off, remaining battery life is now 37%.
TO BE CONTINUED!
