Noise Complaints — Annabeth Leong

“Hello?” Ginny swings the door open slowly, hesitating when she sees her white-haired landlord. She hasn’t been bugging him to fix anything, and her rent is paid. Other possible explanations for his visit jump to mind, all of them embarrassing.

He shoves both hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts. His kind, grandfatherly face wrinkles above the Aloha shirt he wears. “Ms. Ivers?” he says finally.

“Yes?” Dread pools in the bottom of Ginny’s stomach.

“I’m afraid I’ve been getting… complaints.”

“Complaints?” She starts out playing it cool.

“Noise complaints, Ms. Ivers.”

***

Ginny had thought a gag would keep her quieter. Instead, it just makes it hard for her to use words. Behind her, Abram brings the crop down onto her ass with a crack. She knows it’s late, but she can’t help it. She screams into the leather bit gag. The horizontal bar stretches her mouth uncomfortably and digs into the corners of her lips. Each scream sends a new rush of drool dangling over her chin. But it also sends a flood of moisture to her cunt.

Despite the lingering sting from the crop, she pushes her ass back against Abram’s crotch, begging with her body since she can’t beg with her mouth. His jeans brush roughly against her naked flesh until he pushes her away and stuns her with another searing strike.

***

“I’m very sorry,” Ginny tells the landlord, attempting to compose her face into an expression that’s appropriately innocent and contrite. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

“Your upstairs neighbors told me they don’t feel comfortable trying to let you know when there’s too much noise.”

“I understand.” Ginny can’t meet his eyes. The combination of curiosity and concern there makes her blush too fiercely. “How about treating things like they do in some hotels–quiet hours after, say, 11 p.m.?”

The landlord nods. A bead of sweat runs down the side of his forehead. “I think that should clear things up.”

***

Ginny bites her lip hard. “Abram, I can’t stand it. Oh, God!” She’s on her knees, on the verge of coming from the combination of nipple clamps and his cock pounding the deepest parts of her cunt. She’s also on the verge of screaming her head off.

It’s 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday, so it’s not like she’d be disturbing the neighbors’ sleep. Still, she’s been self-conscious lately. They’ll certainly know exactly what she’s up to. The thought makes her pussy clench.

Abram groans and drives into her fiercely. The chain suspended from the nipple clamps whips forward, sending exquisite pain ripping through the abused nubs. Ginny rocks back against him to feel it all again, her hand working frantically at her clit. One second more and then she screams and screams, ecstasy removing her ability to care about the noise.

***

“Do you think you could cut things back a bit?” The landlord mops at his forehead, looking as intensely uncomfortable as Ginny feels. “The neighbors are saying it’s not so much the noise or its nature as its frequency.”

“I don’t really know if I–”

“They’re saying these… noises… are taking place three and four times a day on the weekends. Mrs. Spinoza said she’s embarrassed to have anyone over. … If we can’t work this out, I may have to ask you to find somewhere else to live. Maybe you need to find a place without anyone sharing a wall or ceiling with you.”

***

Ginny bites a pillow, nearly suffocates in it, trying to hold back the shivers and groans that come into her throat as Abram runs the sharp-edged pinwheel over the back of her neck and shoulders. Her heart pounds. She’s both frightened and aroused, wanting to struggle and yet afraid to make the device bite more deeply.

Abram slows the pinwheel, pressing it harder against her skin, flirting with cutting her. Every pin of the wheel spikes her arousal, fear, and excitement. She chokes on the pillow.

“We can’t,” Ginny says. She can’t stay quiet much longer.

He grabs her hair and wraps it around the palm of his hand, jerking her head back and exposing her throat. He teases the pinwheel lightly across the front of her neck, just as his cock begins to tease the entrance to her cunt. “Let it out,” he whispers. “You can move into my place.”

“Fuck me,” Ginny wails, knowing the words will carry distinctly through the ceiling and straight into the neighbors’ living room, where they will assault Mrs. Spinoza’s easily shocked ears. “Jesus, please fuck me.”

She feels a surge of freedom, and her cunt and nipples respond. Abram rams himself into her. Ginny screams, “Yes,” and follows the sound of her own voice into a soaring orgasm.

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Annabeth’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica can be found here.

Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush, Passion, and Lesbian Cops anthologies. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat.  You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.