Leeanne was walking up the path to her flat. It was night time and to make the walk even more frightening, the streetlight across the street was out. Pitch black. The closer she got to her flat, the darker it got - she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. She fished around in her purse - looking for her door key. She abruptly stopped her gait, petrified that she couldn't feel her key. Her heart leapt into her throat. Leeanne felt something very cold, hard, and smooth glide across her neck. Hot breath was in her ear and prickly whiskers on her cheek.

Hando was there to play.

"Don't you know that walking in the dark - in this part of town - is dangerous?" 

His low and mocking tone was tinged with amusement- she was frozen. Hando ran the tip of the switchblade up and down her neck. He leaned into her - towering over her. She felt his hardness on the small of her back. He groaned deep in his throat when Leeanne leaned back onto him. She felt blind - not being able to see in the darkness - which heightened her other senses. The smell of his sweat, beer, and hate intermingled with her scent of fear created quite an aphrodisiac for her. She didn't know what to do next.

The tip of the knife traveled down to the first button on Leeanne's blouse. 

Hando gripped her hip with his free hand and began grinding himself onto her. 

She gasped and whimpered as he popped the button off with the blade. This submissive sound excited him and he continued popping buttons until he removed them all. Leeanne could feel her panties become drenched with her arousal and was momentarily horrified that her body would betray her while she was obviously so scared.

She slowly reached around and slid her hand against Hando's rock hard bulge and squeezed it through his pants. Hando licked her neck and with one quick motion, put his arm around her waist, yanked her up off her feet, and marched to the door. He kicked it open and pushed it shut with his foot. He tossed her onto the couch and began to pace up and down the length of the couch - he was a cheetah toying with his catch. Hando looked at her with the typical alpha-male leer - chin in the air, cold calculating eyes glaring. She could see the wheels turning behind his stare - he was planning his invasion. His glare was sending her into an immediate need that she needed quenched. His silence was maddening "Hando...."

"Shut up, you fucking whore." He stopped pacing and took two steps back. "Come here, on your knees." he was pointing to the floor directly in front of him. He placed the switchblade in his teeth. He unbuckled his belt, undid the snap, pushed the zipper down and 'hoisted' himself out of his pants. He was doing this slowly to torture her, she knew - she could almost taste it. Once she was in position, he popped her on the nose with his rigid rod. "Suck it," he muttered through gritted teeth. Leeanne tried to take the entire length of him in her mouth at once, but she couldn't. "You fucking little cunt...put the WHOLE THING in your mouth."

And with that, he grabbed handful of hair and started moving himself in and out of her mouth. Leeanne looked up at him and realized why he picked that spot in the living room to have the act performed. There was a full-length mirror at the end of a short hallway on the right. Hando was devouring the view with his eyes. Leeanne tried to look herself, but Hando kept a tight grip on her hair.

Suddenly, Hando backed away. She was startled by the move, but he had other things in mind. In a characteristically unusual gesture, he offered Leeanne his hand to help her stand. A wicked grin spread across his clenched teeth - still holding the knife. He turned her around and pushed her towards the bedroom.

Leeanne stopped at the bed and turned around. They were standing face to shoulder blade, with Leeanne staring up at him submissively. He took the knife and ran the tip from the side of her face down her neck to the front of her bra.

"Take your blouse off." He slipped the blade under her bra between her breasts and brought it towards him to cut it. The tip of the blade caught her flesh. She flinched in pain.

Hando had made his mark...

Blood started oozing out of the small cut. Hando leaned over and licked the blood off as he guided her to lie back on the bed. He took his time, suckling both of her breasts- pausing only to lap up the blood that would resurface between them. Hando had Leeanne's hands prisoner above her head. She was dying to move them - to touch him - to touch ANY part of him...he leaned up and commanded. "Stand up and get the rest of your clothes off - I don't have all night." She was grateful that he closed the switchblade and tossed it on the floor. He then removed the rest of his clothes. When she was done, he turned her around and shoved her onto the bed. "Give me that ass. I'm going to give you something to remember me by," he growled.

"Hando, no...I've told you before that I don't want-" WHAP, he backhanded her. 

The sting on her face did nothing but excite her in a decidedly perverted sort of way.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, cunt!" Hando began exploring her sex from behind. "You are ready." He purred. He began using a combination of spit and Leeanne's juices to lubricate himself. Even though the thought of seeing him stoke his own erection was a turn on, Hando had was really scaring her this time. Leeanne could take - hell - she enjoyed the "rough stuff" elsewhere, but this was the first time for what he was planning. She tensed up, ready for the mind shattering pain that was soon to come.

Instead, he did the most tender thing that he had ever done to her - or may ever do again. She felt him position himself at her anal opening. She gasped, holding her breath. Hando leaned over her, brushing the side of her face with his. He whispered in her ear,

"Shhhhhhhhh. Relax." He waited for what seemed an eternity, gently rubbing the side of her face with his whiskers. Without warning, he bit into her shoulder and entered her all at once. She cried out. She couldn't breathe! She was seeing stars. The pain exploded in her head and she began to feel lightheaded. Hando moved in and out very slowly. His teeth were still clamped down on Leeanne's shoulder.

The seconds flew by and she realized that her shoulder was hurting more than having Hando's tool stuffed in her ass. As if he could read her mind, Hando released her shoulder. She could feel liquid trailing down her shoulder. Hando had left another mark. He leaned back into a upright standing position and began to get a little more vigorous with his strokes. Leeanne and Hando were both teetering on the edge of their release. His breaths were getting shorter and he had begun a guttural primal growl. Leeanne was no longer aware of the raw discomfort where Hando's cock was. There were nerve endings being excited that had never been touched before. She felt herself almost lose consciousness from her impending climax. Hando had to slip his arm around her waist to hold her up as her orgasm exploded within her. He pounded into her with the precision of a jack hammer and erupted into his own release. She felt his juices sear into her.

She screamed - not from the pain - but from the pleasure she was receiving. 

When he was done she felt his forehead come to rest on her back. It was slick with sweat. Hando climbed onto the bed and pulled her to him in a "spoon" cuddle. Leeanne was still shaking and breathing erratically. He put his arms around her and held her tight. "Shhhh. It's ok. That's my girl......"