My Neighbor Taught Me What It Means to Obey

For weeks, my life had revolved around the ring of my phone. Every time it sounded, my whole body went on alert, because it was almost always her. Renata lived just below me, on the fourth floor, and since that first afternoon when she asked me for a favor that was anything but innocent, I had stopped belonging to myself.

That morning the phone buzzed again on the table. I looked at it for a second, as if I might resist. I couldn’t.

—It’s me —she said, in that calm voice that never needed to raise its tone to give orders—. I have to leave in a little while. Come down before I go, I want to see you on your knees before I leave. And come with a hard cock, don’t make me waste time getting it up for you.

—I’m coming right away —I answered, already feeling how it swelled inside my pants just from hearing her.

I always come right away.

I took the stairs two at a time, with that mix of shame and urgency I already knew by heart. When she opened the door, I found her dressed only from the waist up in a white shirt left open halfway, revealing the heavy curve of her tits and the dark shadow of a nipple peeking through the buttons. From the waist down she wore only stockings and black leather thigh-high boots with slender heels. Her cunt was bare, shaved and glossy, the lips already slightly parted as if she’d spent hours thinking about what she was going to do to me. The hallway light traced the edge of her jaw and the curve of her smile.

—Come in and close the door —she said—. And lie down on the floor, like you know how.

I obeyed without thinking. I stretched out on the cold wood of the living room while she came closer with deliberate calm and planted one boot on either side of my head. From below, she looked enormous, master of every centimeter of that space and of every breath I took. Her cunt was a hand’s breadth from my face, and I could smell her: a thick, sharp smell, hot female musk from someone who’d been touching herself for a while.

—I like the way you look at me —she said—. Like nothing else in the world exists.

—Nothing else exists —I replied, and it was true.

***

Renata crouched over me, just enough for me to feel the heat of her cunt without touching it. A thin thread of wetness slid down the inside of her thigh and fell warm onto my cheek. She’d spent days teaching me to wait, not to get ahead of myself, not to take anything she hadn’t offered first. It was the hardest part of all of it: desire beat against my chest like a caged animal, my cock stood hard against my fly, and she knew it.

—Open your mouth —she ordered—. And don’t close it until I tell you.

I did as she asked. She watched me for a moment, pleased, and then let fall a thick gob of spit that landed right in the center of my tongue. She made me swallow it slowly under her gaze, tasting it, before straightening up to light a cigarette. The smoke drifted slowly toward the ceiling while she walked barefoot from one side of the living room to the other, letting ash fall wherever it pleased her.

—You know what I like most about you? —she asked without looking at me—. That you understand things without me having to explain them twice. That your dick gets rock hard just because I spit in your mouth.

She came back to my side and knelt astride my waist. Without hurrying, she unfastened my pants, pulled my underwear down to my thighs, and freed my cock, which sprang rigid against my stomach, the tip already beaded with fluid. With two fingers she took the skin of the glans, pulled it apart to form a little pocket around the foreskin, and I understood what she intended a second before she did it: she let the warm ash fall right there, in the center of my arousal.

The heat made me jerk involuntarily. My cock throbbed against her fingers.

—Still —she said, with a sweetness that was almost worse than a shout—. You didn’t ask permission to move. Or to be this hard.

—Sorry —I muttered through clenched teeth.

—You better be.

She closed her hand around my cock, mercilessly, and squeezed just enough to remind me she had it entirely under her fingers. The ash stuck to my skin, burning. Then she started jerking me off very slowly, with a tight, dry fist, while looking me in the eyes.

—If you come without permission —she whispered—, I swear you won’t fuck me again for a month. Do you hear me?

—I hear you —I managed to say.

***

She took another drag from the cigarette and repeated the gesture. This time the ember was hotter, and when the ash fell onto my glans and she closed her fingers around it, the burn was more intense. I held it. I clenched my jaw, fixed my gaze on her eyes and held it without making a single sound, even though my cock was trembling in her fist and I could feel the semen gathering in my balls, wanting out.

Something changed in her expression. A silent approval, a shadow of respect worth more than any caress.

—Very good —she said slowly—. You held back. I like you much more when you learn to endure for me.

—My pleasure —I replied, and discovered I meant it.

Renata brought the cigarette to her lips once more, inhaled deeply and let the smoke fall over my cock like warm mist. Then she lowered her head and, without touching me with her hands, let a thick thread of saliva slide down and soak my burned glans, easing the sting. The saliva dripped down the shaft, reached my balls and wet them completely. That little relief, given by her, seemed to me the most intimate thing in the world. She stuck out her tongue and, very slowly, licked the tip once, gathering up the mixture of ash, pre-cum and spit.

—Bitter —she said, smiling—. I love how you can tell when you’ve been holding back for a while.

—Can you imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t done that? —she said, finally stubbing out the cigarette in an ashtray beside her—. If I’d wanted to leave you a real mark. Brand your cock so that every time you jerk off you remember me.

—You would have branded me —I answered.

—Exactly. —She smiled—. And someday I will. I want you to carry something of mine on your body. Something that says you belong to me. Would you let me?

—I’d let you —I said without hesitation.

—I know. That’s why I like you.

***

She stood up and, with calculated slowness, took off her shirt until she was completely naked except for the boots. Her tits hung free, heavy, her nipples already hard and pointing toward me. There was no hurry in any of her movements. She walked around the living room, putting herself on display, aware of every one of my thoughts, while lighting another cigarette and letting ash fall to the floor in her wake. As she passed, she slid a hand between her legs, opened her cunt lips with two fingers and showed me, without saying a word, how soaked she was.

I was still lying there, cock erect and gleaming, feeling desire consume me without allowing me to do anything about it. That was exactly how she wanted me: lit up and obedient, waiting.

—You know something I can’t stand? —she said suddenly.

—Tell me.

—That the floor of my house is dirty.

I looked down at the little gray specks of ash she herself had been scattering over the wood. For a second I thought of offering to go get the broom, but something in her tone stopped me. I knew her well enough to know that wasn’t what she expected from me.

—Can’t you think of another way to clean it? —she asked, tilting her head.

I understood. I got on all fours on the cold floor, my cock hanging hard between my legs, and, swallowing my shame, I began gathering up with my tongue the ash she kept sprinkling. Renata walked slowly in front of me, dropping more on purpose, forcing me to follow her all around the living room as if there were no other way to move. Now and then she crouched down, shoved two fingers into my mouth to the back of my throat and pulled them out shining with saliva, then used them on her own cunt, rubbing her clit slowly in front of my eyes.

—That’s more like it —she said, satisfied—. You would have disappointed me if you’d gone for the broom. You don’t clean like other people anymore.

***

When I was beside her boots, the nearness of her naked body lit me up all over again. She noticed, of course. She always noticed. She glanced at my dripping cock and smiled without looking away. She dropped the butt of the last cigarette to the floor, spat on it a couple of times and looked at me, waiting.

—Finish with that —she ordered—. And then come to the bathroom. I want to show you something.

I caught the dead, damp butt with my lips, gathered the last bits from the floor and stood to follow her. I walked behind her down the hallway, my cock swinging in front of me and my balls full, still halfway between embarrassment and total surrender.

I found her standing in the bathroom, one boot resting on the edge of the tub and her body arched in a pose that looked as if it had been chosen specifically to drive me crazy. Her cunt opened fully in that position, pink and glossy, with a thread of fluid running down her inner thigh.

—Come closer —she said—. And show me how much you’ve learned.

I knelt in front of her, feeling the cold tiles on my knees and the intense scent of her cunt filling my head. She’d been provoking me all afternoon, and now she was finally offering me what I’d been waiting for.

—Don’t rush —she whispered, burying her fingers in my hair—. Do it slowly. I want to remember how you look at me while you eat me out.

I obeyed. I brought my mouth to her cunt and ran my tongue along the entire length of her sex, from the perineum to the clit, gathering the wetness as if it were the only thing I’d drunk in days. She pressed my face to her flesh and panted. I licked her lips one by one, sucked them with mine, tugged them gently with my teeth. Then I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could, fucking her with it, searching for the concentrated taste she kept at the back. Her fingers held my head, setting the pace, rubbing her cunt all over my face without the slightest shame.

—On the clit —she moaned—. Suck it. Hard.

I moved my tongue up to the swollen, hard bud, trapped it between my lips and began sucking with slow pulls while I buried two fingers inside her cunt and curled them upward. She bent over me, gripping my hair with both hands, and started fucking her mouth against my face, moving her hips back and forth as if my tongue belonged to her.

—More —she ordered in a thread of voice—. Don’t stop until I tell you. Take them all the way in, fuck, like that, like that...

I didn’t stop. I gave myself over to the task with the single ambition of dragging out another sound from her, another tremor, another sign that she was pleased with me. I slid in a third finger, sank them in all the way and pumped her without pause while I nibbled her clit. I felt her cunt closing around me, the inner walls contracting in short waves. I could feel her climax rising through her belly, and when she finally exploded I held her hips so she couldn’t get away from me and slurped up every bit of hot fluid spilling from inside her. She came with a deep, broken moan, shoving my face against her cunt until I could barely breathe, and kept coming for long, long seconds while I licked her without moving my mouth even a centimeter. Her pleasure had become, without me realizing when, the measure of my own pleasure.

***

When it was over, she pulled away, breathless, and looked down at me, still braced against the tub. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples hard, her gaze bright, but her voice came out as steady as always. She looked at my cock, still hard and dripping, and smiled.

—You did very well —she said—. Better than last time.

—Thank you —I replied, and I was surprised by how much those two words of hers meant to me.

—Stand up and jerk yourself off in front of me —she added, sitting on the edge of the bathtub and spreading her legs—. I want to see you come on the floor, over my boots. Don’t touch yourself any more than necessary. And look me in the eyes while you do it.

I got to my feet with my legs trembling, closed my fist around my cock and started jerking off in front of her. I locked eyes with hers, just as she’d asked, and stroked myself slowly, pulling the foreskin up and down with the hand still damp with the saliva she’d left on me before. Renata licked one finger and lowered it back to her cunt, touching her already sensitive clit in slow circles, watching me, enjoying how her stairwell husband wanked himself on her command.

—Come —she whispered—. Over the toe. Now.

As soon as I heard her, everything I’d been holding in surged up at once. I let out a rough groan, closed my eyes for a second and opened them again so I wouldn’t miss her, and I came in thick jets that splattered her boot’s black leather, the shaft, her fingers when she lowered her hand, and even the skin of the instep visible above it. The cum kept pouring out thick while she smiled, satisfied, watching me empty myself completely.

—Now clean it —she said, pointing at the stained boot—. With your tongue. And don’t leave a single drop.

I knelt once more and licked the whole boot, gathering my own semen from the glossy leather, swallowing every last trace under her gaze. When I was done, she stroked my cheek with the tip of her thumb and smiled.

Renata composed herself calmly, lowered her boot from the edge of the bathtub and made me follow her back to the living room. She sank onto the sofa, crossed her booted legs and lit another cigarette, looking at me with that expression of possessiveness and complicity she wore so well.

—Now get dressed and go back to your place —she said—. But don’t turn off your phone.

—I never turn it off —I admitted.

—I know. —She smiled, blowing smoke toward the ceiling—. Maybe later, before bed, I’ll call you again. I have a feeling the night’s going to be long. And I still haven’t let you fuck me properly.

I got dressed slowly under her gaze and walked to the door, knowing I’d come back down the moment that phone rang. I knew it with a certainty that didn’t scare me, but filled me with a strange peace. Before I left, she stopped me with one last sentence, spoken almost in a whisper.

—This has only just begun, you know? —she said—. I still have a lot to teach you. And a lot of my holes you haven’t tried yet.

I closed the door behind me and climbed the stairs one at a time, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock still sensitive inside my pants, and the certainty that from now on my time and my desire belonged completely to the woman on the fourth floor.