Kade

          Brushing past the older gentleman in the hallway, I dig into the pocket of my jeans for my trusty key. I’ve bumped into him a dozen times or so in the past couple of years. He’s a nice guy-quiet, respectful. Everything my father isn’t. It makes me wonder why his kids haven’t talked to him in over a decade, but not enough to really dig.

          “Hey Tom!”

          “Oh hey, how’s Lexi?” he asks.

          His question is completely out of politeness. I know for a fact that he’s never spoken to my love. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the apartment complex he’s ever had a conversation with. It’s sad and pathetic if you really think about it, but it works out great for me.

          “Oh, she’s good! Real good” I reply, sinking my key into the lock of the dented metal door. “Her Etsy business is really taking off! People are loving her leather stuff. She sold out of her wallets the other day. She was so happy.”

          By people, I mean me. I’m her only customer, but she doesn’t need to know that. I approve of her little shop. It keeps her knife skills sharp and allows her to be self-employed. Two things that are very important to my plans. I buy enough every month to make sure her bills are paid and that she has food in her belly. Oh, and that she has a little bit of spending money. I love it when she treats herself to a manicure. OPI’s “I’m Not Really A Waitress” is my favorite shade on her. 

          “Anyways, I’ll tell her you said hi!” 

          Giving Tom a small grin, I let myself into the apartment. I don’t bother waiting for a reply, his nod is the only end to our conversation I’ve ever received. 

          I take a deep breath as I close the door behind me. The scent of lavender and vanilla fill my nose, putting me at ease. I didn’t get a chance to check in on her last night, but she must have had a hard time falling asleep. She only uses this combo of essential oils when she needs comfort. I still haven’t found out why, but I’m looking forward to her telling me face to face. 

          Turning on the living room light, I glance around the small space. Lexi is at a dentist appointment, so I have a little time to play around. While she was on her coffee run this morning, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing the thing I’ve been obsessing over. I couldn’t believe my luck. I arranged my entire day just so I could stop by.

          Walking into her cramped bedroom, I head straight for her IKEA nightstand. I can’t help but notice that she’s made her bed today. The sight of her fluffed pillows and down comforter neatly arranged makes me bristle. It means her bitch of a boyfriend will be spending the night, the fucking cocksucker. I’ll be sure to keep the camera on and watch the feed like a hawk.

          I like taking notes of how long he lasts during sex. The record right now is two minutes and twelve seconds, always in missionary. He’s fucking pathetic. I hate the look on her face when he’s finished, she’s always so disappointed. I don’t think Leo has any fucking clue where her clit actually is. It’s ok though, I’ll make sure she’s completely satisfied when I finally have her. 

          Opening the nightstand, I rifle past her vibrators and clit stims. Now I will admit, it’s hot as fuck when she uses them on herself, but I can’t wait to get rid of the fucking things. My tongue, fingers, and cock are the only toys she will ever use. Fuck, I can feel myself getting hard just thinking about how good it will be to finally feel her cunt squeeze around me. I think I’ll grab a pair of her new panties and use it to release my tension before I leave. 

          Controlling my impulse for a second, I notice the little jewelry box under her fairy smut. Snatching it with my fingers, I open it to make sure what I came for is inside. Locking my eyes on the cheap infinity pendant, I curl my lips into a triumphant smirk. I’m sure she thinks it’s the sentiment behind the gift that counts, but I know she would rather have something that costs more than a hundred bucks. I’ll take her to Cartier after her initiation, let her pick out whatever the hell she wants. She’s never been shown the finer things in life, and I’m looking forward to being the one who can give her everything she’s ever wanted.  

          Slamming the velvet box shut, I palm it on the way to her dresser. It feels good to finally have my trophy, I’ve waited over a year to take it. It means something different to me than the others do. This necklace symbolizes not only the end of her old life, but the beginning of ours together. 

          I’m chomping at the bit to finally put my plans into motion next Wednesday. It’s going to be one of the happiest days of my life. 

          Opening Lexi’s lingerie drawer, I pull out a plum-colored pair of satin panties and make my way to her tiny bedroom. I love it when she buys dark colors, they always look so good stained with my cum. I’ll be sure to have her closet in my Brownstone filled with pretty little things for her to wear for me. Lace and plenty of silk, maybe vinyl and leather thrown in for fun. 

          What can I say? Textures turn me on. 

          Pulling my cell phone from the back pocket of my jeans, I pull up a video I took of her in the shower a couple weeks ago. It’s become a favorite of mine to use. There’s something about the way she swirls her sudsy loofa over her tits and stomach that makes me lose it every fucking time.   

          “Here’s to our new life, Sweetheart,” I mutter to myself before shutting the bathroom door.