The crowd at Southcenter Mall parted to let a group of handsome uniformed firefighters make their way through the bustling shopping center. They were led by a towering figure with the nickname “Snake,”

The air was thick with excitement; it was the annual calendar signing event, and Snake “Mr. October”, was the one most of the girls and women wanted to get an autograph from, fantasizing about something more. Snake was the only firefighter asked to pose for the calendar over and over, this marked his eighth straight year as Mr. October. He was a legend at the fire hall among his peers.

As the firefighters made their way through the room, an assistant quickly guided them to their designated seats. With excitement bubbling in their chests, each rookie eagerly broke away to greet their awaiting admirers. Meanwhile, Snake’s gaze roamed the crowd with a predatory grace, a smirk forming on his lips as he took in the sea of youthful female faces.

As he settled into his seat, a striking young brunette with a demure grin approached, holding out a copy of the calendar. “Would you mind giving me your autograph, Snake?” she murmured, her lashes fluttering uncontrollably. With a playful smirk, Snake accepted the pen from the nearby table. “Of course, sweetie. May I know your name?” he inquired, signing the calendar with ease.

“Kelly!” She let out a deep sigh of infatuation at being so close to her idol, causing Snake to chuckle and shake his head of improper thoughts knowing she wasn’t even legal yet. “Well, Kelly,” he couldn’t resist adding another playful remark, “thank you for making my day!”

He returned the calendar to her with his million-dollar smile. Kelly’s face flushed with embarrassment, as she playfully clutched at her heart. “Wow!” she exclaimed, completely taken aback by his charming words. “I’m keeping this calendar on your month,” she declared, before excitedly rushing off to show her friends the sweet message he had written.

Snake chuckled at her innocent enthusiasm. She was going to be stunning when she matured. “Sweet dreams, my Kelly,” he whispered to himself, before turning back to his duties.

As Snake’s eyes scanned the line of eager girls, his thoughts turned to the four hours ahead. Most times the monotonous task dragged on, but he always managed to find a glimmer of excitement along the way. A petite blonde was waiting in front of him. Her hands trembled slightly as she held out a calendar, giddy with anticipation to meet ‘her’ hot firefighter.

With a charming smile, Snake greeted the girl, his hand lightly touching hers as he took the calendar. She jumped at his touch and he kept his voice low and mesmerizing. He couldn’t resist teasing her nervousness. As he confidently signed his name with a flourish, he asked for her name.

“Amy,” she replied, barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Snake. I hope you come back next year too!”

Snake appraised her adorably flushed cheeks and trembling hands, he couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like under her summer dress. “You’re welcome, Amy. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he replied with genuine interest, unable to hide his curiosity. As she departed, her long, golden tresses and shapely figure swayed delicately, capturing his attention.

With each passing admirer, his autograph line seemed to grow longer. Desired by many, he commanded the most attention. Girl after girl waited patiently for his autograph. The line at his table was the longest, Snake always attracted the most attention. He stood up for a break, coming around the table to talk with his admirers.

“I can’t believe I’m standing next to you,” a mature woman gushed, stepping closer. “You’re my favorite firefighter!” She boldly ran her hand on his chest looking up in awe.

Snake let the woman rub his chest. He glanced down and saw a young girl hiding behind her mom’s skirt. “And who is this pretty little thing beside you?”

The woman beamed, “Oh, this is my daughter, Kathy.” She exclaimed with pride. “She’s always been a little shy.”

Snake had a soft spot he kept hidden. The shy girl rushed forward and hugged him tightly. He held Kathy like a brother and let her emotions spill out, he instantly recognized her ailment.

Snake turned to see a confident woman with a mischievous grin on her face watching. He immediately knew her type, a woman presenting herself as an alpha, but her eyes said something different.

He turned back to Kathy, who was still blushing but looking more comfortable now. “It was so nice to meet you Kathy, I will treasure this moment forever.” He smiled warmly at Kathy’s mom who had tears in her eyes. “God bless you,” she whispered walking away with Kathy clutching her arm but smiling at him.

Standing, Snake’s instincts immediately appraised the woman who had been covertly spying on him. While projecting an alpha facade, her eyes and posture were a different story. As his gaze searched deeper, he recognized the type of woman she was. This one preferred to remain hidden in the shadows, watching from a distance. Despite her attempts at projecting strength, her eyes and body language betrayed a vulnerability that called out to him and stirred his cock.

Liz stood mesmerized, unable to decipher what she had just witnessed. She had pegged the obvious womanizer to be something else entirely. She was stunned by his display of compassion for the little girl. Trying to control her emotions, she remained still when Snake leaned in closer, his fingers gently tucking her auburn strands behind her ear. A rush of warmth washed over her as his breath tickled her skin, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

“Do you spit or swallow?” he whispered, his voice laced with both innuendo and desire.

Liz looked at him, surprised by the personal question. Her usual confidence abandoned her in front of this Adonis. It took all her strength to answer. “I swallow.”

Snake smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Good to know,” he said before leaving her standing there wide-eyed and returning to his table and waiting fans. “Stick around.”

Liz only came to the mall on a lark, she had no intention of stooping so low as to ask for his autograph. As a lawyer, she was used to being in charge and ordering interns around. Yet, she allowed Snake to get into her head effortlessly.

Crowds moved in and out of Snake’s line of sight. His thoughts kept returning to ‘that’ woman. She intrigued him. He glanced at his watch; he still had another hour before the charity event ended, and he hoped he would see her again before he left, if not there were a couple of groupies on the edge waiting for him. His cock was aching for relief and some extreme bedroom exercise.

A group of girls wearing college tee shirts approached the table, giggling and whispering as they handed him their calendars. Snake signed each one with a smile, enjoying the attention. Two of them handed him folded-up notes containing their phone numbers, before rushing away. As he handed the last calendar back to a brunette, he noticed a familiar auburn-haired woman standing off to the side, watching him with a smile. That woman was back.

When the event officially ended Snake strutted forward not stopping until he was inside her personal space. “Well, hello there,” Snake said, standing in her personal space. “What brings you back? Do you want to prove you swallow?” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Liz laughed nervously thinking about swallowing his cum. “I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to that little girl. Her mother told me she has Autism and has never been that comfortable around strangers before.”

Snake’s face softened. “It was my pleasure. I have a family member on the spectrum myself, so I know how important it is for them to feel accepted and understood. But you’re avoiding my question.”

Liz nervously nibbled on her lip, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. “I, um, I was caught off guard when you asked me about swallowing earlier. You were rude to me.”

A mischievous smirk played on Snake’s lips. “Look, I have my sights on a cute one in the corner,” he said, nodding toward a group of girls fidgeting nearby. “Unless you want to take her place?”

Liz blushed deeply. “I can’t believe you just said that!” she exclaimed, trying not to get excited and failing. “You’re a misogynistic bastard!”

Snake chuckled. “I’m blunt. I’m an asshole. But, I’m an asshole with a big cock. I like to be dominant and I think I am reading you right. You can’t wait to suck my anaconda, to feel me pounding your ass! Stretching you so wide I will make you cry.”

Liz gulped, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe she was even considering this. But something about Snake turned her weak. “I bet your ‘snake’ will turn out to be a worm!” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Snake laughed, his deep baritone voice making her knees weak. “Are we betting?” he asked. “I can’t wait to make you do whatever I say. And yes, I am twisted enough to love fucking women in all their holes. Still want to bet?” he asked, his eyes glinting with challenge.

Liz’s brain said turn around and run away, but her body said stay. “I’m not easy,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Snake grinned. “I like a challenge,” he replied, “not only will you be easy once my snake is in your cunt, you will be begging me to take you harder and deeper.” He leaned down to her ear. “Do you want that, Liz? Do you want to feel my cock pounding against your womb, making you feel alive?”

Liz swallowed hard, her heart racing. His uniform and attitude made her wet. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want that.”

Snake grinned, pleased with her response. “Wait here,” he ordered, “I want to talk to my groupies before we leave.” Liz watched him turn the college girls into silly putty. When he pointed at her, she went red in embarrassment, and she knew he was telling them he was going to fuck her. The girls gave her a nasty stare.

Snake returned to her. “This way,” he commanded. Like a gladiator, he marched through the mall. Men stared with envy, while women with lust. Liz watched it all unfold as she trailed behind in heat.

Liz and Snake finally arrived at his suburban bachelor pad, and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Without any niceties, he led her to his bedroom. Photos of smiling scantily clad women lined the walls. They all appeared to revel in acts of degradation and submissiveness.

But the real showstopper was the king-size bed in the center of the room, complete with leather restraints hanging from the headboard. As Liz’s gaze drifted up, she noticed a large mirror above the bed, adding a decadent touch to the already highly provocative atmosphere.

Her heart leaped into her throat as it dawned on her - Snake was into BDSM. He enjoyed inflicting pain and humiliation upon others. Liz couldn’t deny the intense rush of curiosity and fear that filled her heart, and she braced herself for what was to come in this tantalizingly dark space.

“Last chance to leave,” he said staring deep into her eyes. When Liz didn’t run he let out a loud laugh. “Good! From this moment on I own you. Understand?” Liz nodded, unable to speak. He stepped forward and touched her face. “Take your clothes off.”

Liz unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She slipped off her skirt, displaying her matching thong. Snake watched her intently, his eyes traveling up and down her body.

“Are these expensive?” he asked gesturing to her underthings his silky voice.

“Yes,” she said taking a deep breath and feeling his finger slip into the side of her thong.

“How much?”

“Three hundred for the set.”

Snake’s fingers ripped the thong away from her body like it was made of tissue paper. He grabbed her lacy bra and did the same thing, leaving her naked. “Now you’re not a rich bitch anymore, you’re just another slut.”

Liz felt humiliated, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her body. She didn’t care about the money, Snake walked around her, inspecting her like she was his new toy or slave. He ran his hands over her body with his rough fingers brushing against her sensitive skin, testing her pussy and ass.

“Kneel!” Snake commanded. Liz jumped at his harsh voice, then submissively obeyed. His captivating eyes made her body tremble in anticipation. Snake walked to the dresser and came back with a red ball gag. Liz’s breath caught in her throat knowing it was for her.

“Open your mouth.”

Liz flinched as he tightened the strap, pulling her hair away from the rubber restraint. “Here, put your hair in a ponytail,” he said passing her a red scrunchie. “Your safe word is ‘elephant dung’. Repeat it.”

“Mmmhm mhmm.”

“Too bad for you I don’t speak ball gag! But you keep trying if it gets too much!” Snake laughed. “I love the sound of a woman begging for mercy.” Snake chuckled as he saw her reflection in the mirror, Liz was about to get an education. When he was naked he puffed himself up and posed, admiring his muscular body. He loved to look at himself.

Liz trembled on the floor, unable to avert her eyes. He looked like one of those bodybuilders. Snake didn’t lie about the size of his cock, her body instinctively cramped up knowing she would be stretched beyond anything she had experienced. “Stand up,” he commanded.

Snake licked his lips at Liz’s naked body. His fingers gripped the skin on hips pinching hard. “Time to fuck.” His mouth roughly bit her neck leaving his first mark. With ease, he lifted her in the air and threw her onto the bed. Her body bounced twice then settled. “Fasten one cuff to your ankle and then fasten one of her hands.”

Naively, Liz obeyed his command. She cuffed one of her ankles to the footboard, leaving her legs spread wide. After she cuffed one of her hands to the headboard, she pulled on it slightly, testing its strength. Snake’s thick, long, cock was pulsing. Liz’s heart raced. She was about to be taken hard and without mercy and she couldn’t beg him to stop.

The bed ached as he joined her. His muscular form towered over her. He smiled into her scared face. “Tell me your safe word,” he said, his voice low and threatening. His eyes were as hollow as an empty crab shell. “Hmm, ass or cunt, I can never decide? You care?”