Erotica One Shots

by Sumtty_Dean

found on Literotica

Trigger warning:

Stalker, Non-consent, Rape/NonCon, Violence, Sexual Violence, Home Invasion, Stalking, Dark Erotica, Knife Play

She looked so vulnerable lying there. She was on her back, naked, with the covers thrown off, legs spread. He had been watching her for months and it was a rare occurrence for her to be displayed so perfectly for him while she slept.

He watched her long before she went to bed as well, of course. He knew every curve and dip of her body. He knew how she gently caressed herself to get to sleep. How many times a week she worked her biggest dildo into her needy cunt. The face she made when her vibrator pushed her over the edge and made her come.

He knew. But only from afar. That would change tonight. He was finally going to touch her, make her come, mark her inside and out. He was going to make her his.

When he was ready, he gathered his courage and simply walked in the back door. She was terrible about locking them, and tonight was no different. She felt safe and comfortable in her secluded house. With no neighbours around and being surrounded by woods, she had never bothered with curtains or blinds. Which was great for him watching her, but added a little stress about being seen.

What if someone else was watching? What if someone turned down her long, winding driveway and saw what he was going to do to her? Or worse... What if someone came over? Someone who knew her and would care enough to call for help?

But some things can’t be helped. His need for her outweighed all of the what-ifs he could conjure. He would take the risk. He would take most any risk if it meant he could have her.

After gently closing the back door and locking it behind himself, he silently walked through the laundry room, then the open space of her dining and living rooms, down the hall, and finally came to a stop outside her bedroom door.

She slept like the dead, so he wasn’t worried about her waking up before he wanted her to. He stood outside her room for several minutes, just watching her up close, listening to her deep breathing.

She had gone to sleep naked after making herself come with just her fingers. It was something she did every now and then. Rather than using any of her large selection of toys, she would tease and torture herself with only her hands.

She always started with her tits. She would spend long minutes touching them. She would go from light, circling touches that gradually changed to a rough grip, to focusing solely on her nipples. She would pinch and roll them, draw them out from her body, and sometimes slap them.

Then she would move lower, going from a gentle glide to a harsh grab everywhere she touched. Until eventually she would treat her clit almost exactly like she did her nipples. Light circles, rough grinding, a hard pinch, several fast slaps to her sensitive bud. She would then bury her fingers deep and fuck herself hard and fast until she finally came.

She seemed to like pain with her pleasure, and he was so close to giving it to her himself.

He watched her a while longer, loving the way she was so wanton, even in sleep. She had kicked off her blanket until only a sheet was draped over one leg. The other leg was bent and cocked out far enough that he could see the slightest glimpse of her glistening pussy in the moonlight. One hand was cupping her left breast, and the other was resting on her right hip, fingers angled teasingly toward her bare mound.

He let out a long, slow exhale and gently squeezed the bulge in his pants. He was going to enjoy every inch of her body tonight, and there would be no rush. He was going to make sure she remembered him for the rest of her life.

He was dressed in black from head to toe. Black pants, t-shirt, boots, gloves, and a hoodie with the hood up, putting his face in shadow, even going so far as wearing black boxer briefs and socks. He also had a black backpack that he gently set on the floor outside her door. He knelt beside it and quietly went through his sparse supplies, pulling out what he wanted to start with.

A long knife came out first, followed by a few soft, black strips of fabric. He stood, tucking the fabric into his hoodie pocket, and walked to stand beside her bed. He watched her bare chest rise and fall for a moment, just appreciating the sight before him, then dragged one gloved finger over her uncovered leg, sweeping from bent knee to upper thigh.

She shifted slightly but made no indication that she was waking up. He eased the pressure and ran the finger over her smooth mound, curved up to stroke her soft stomach, then stopped, settling the weight of his hand over her ribs. Exploiting her deep sleep, he gripped the hilt of the knife and ran the blunt edge of the blade over one nipple. It tightened at the sensation of cold metal grazing it.

He enjoyed the way it looked so much that he gave the other nipple the same treatment. When both were hard and straining, he pressed the flat of the blade against one, increasing the amount of cold surface on her skin. When she released her breast and moved her hand up to brush it away, he brought the knife to her neck.

He pressed it gently into her skin and brought his other hand up to palm a tit. She woke slightly then, but as expected, she was confused and soft. Before she could even open her eyes, he made a soothing shushing sound and told her in his deep, raspy voice, “Relax, baby, I’m just here to make you feel good.”

He knew it wouldn’t work for long, but she hummed gently, giving him a few more minutes to enjoy her while she was sleepy and compliant. He thumbed her straining nipple with his gloved hand, and she gave a small whimper. Her right hand was still on her hip, but it looked like it was trying to inch south at his touch.

He was in heaven. He never thought tonight would go this well, but he was going to run with her docility as long as he could keep it.

He kept groping her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple gently, and her quiet whimpers got a little louder. He moved to the other and repeated the process, palming, squeezing, pinching, and rolling. She began arching into his hand, and he knew her brain was about to come back online and realise she was supposed to be alone.

Before she could wake up and freak out, he set the knife beside her on the bed and spoke gently to her. He soothed her, telling her, “You’re doing so well, I’m going to make you feel so good. But only if I can slip this over your eyes real quick.”

He didn’t give her mostly sleeping brain time to process the request. He just delicately raised her head with one hand and got the blindfold out of his pocket with the other. He slid the dark material over her eyes while telling her again how good she would feel, that he was going to take care of her, to just trust him.

He went back to her breasts, caressing them softly in slow circles, with an occasional pass over her nipples, trying to ease her back into sleep with gentle touches like she gave herself at night. She got still and quiet again so he pulled his hands away from her skin and waited for her breathing to return to the slow rhythm of deep sleep. He rubbed his aching cock over his pants and sent a quick thank you to every deity he could think of that this was finally happening.

When he was sure she was asleep (and he wouldn’t come the next time he touched her), he found the knife in the sheets and set it down on the low dresser behind him, then took off his gloves and hood. He had to feel her skin without the barrier of the gloves.

He removed the remaining black fabric from his pocket and set two mounds of it on her night stand. Moving as stealthily as possible, he gathered both of her wrists above her head, placed them on the pillow, and started wrapping them with the smaller pile of material from her night stand. When they were tied securely together, he then wound the other end through the slats in her headboard.

The sight of her tied, blindfolded, naked, and waiting for him took his breath away.

He pulled the small corner of the sheet off her leg and she was completely bared to him. Every inch available for his pleasure. And hers. Because he had every intention of making this the best night she had ever had.

He put his hand on her ankle and slowly worked his way up her leg. He used gentle pressure on her calf and knee, then gripped tighter as he made it to her toned, but still supple, thighs. He dug his thumb into the muscle and pressed a line up her inner thigh until she began to stir.

She made a low moan as he inched higher, closer to the tight heat that was calling him. His knuckles grazed her pussy lips before she startled violently. She jerked her leg away from the sensation, then tried to pull her arms down to swipe at whatever was touching her, but soon realized she was unable to move them down, only side to side.

He watched in awe as she struggled against her bindings, whipping her head left and right, trying to figure out why she couldn’t see anything. She was breathing heavily, close to panic, when he put his hand back on her thigh. She screamed.

He gave a slow smile as she caught her breath then screamed again, trying to pull herself into a ball at the head of the bed. He watched as she yanked on her hands again, finally calming enough to yell. To ask who was there and what they wanted. He stayed quiet until she began to panic again, watching her beautiful body writhe and shake.

When he did speak, it was in a low, soothing voice. He told her, “Just relax, baby, I’m going to make you feel so good. Relax and let me take care of you. You’ll feel like a new woman once I’m done with you.”

He reached out and grabbed her ankle again. She kicked and cursed at him and he let out a low chuckle. He lied for the first and only time, “I didn’t want it to come to this, but I’ll do what I must. You’ll enjoy this if you let yourself.” She would enjoy herself if she could get out of her head, but he definitely wanted to do what came next.

He moved to the night stand and got the other strip of material piled there. It was much longer than the first. He let it fall loose, holding one end as he trailed the rest of the silky fabric over her skin. It slid over her heaving breasts, down her belly, and between her legs as he gripped one thigh and forced it wide.

He moved his hand down to her foot, pulled until she was lying flat on her back, held it tightly, winding the fabric around her ankle, then tied it to the post at the foot of her bed. She kicked wildly, not even making contact, with her other foot, until he caught it mid strike. He wound the fabric around that ankle and secured it to the other post.

She was spread wide, with just enough slack so she could bend her knees slightly, without being able to kick out. She was yelling again, begging him to stop. He smiled to himself and told her, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, this will only hurt as much as you want it to.”

He started at her calf again, his calloused hands scraping her soft skin as he worked his way up. He made it to her thigh, back to where he was before she woke up, and gripped it forcefully. He held her there for a minute, tuning out her pleas, enjoying the way his fingers sank into the softness of her body. He could see the skin turn white under his grip.

She didn’t stop struggling, but he didn’t stop his path up her body either. He released her thigh, grazed over her mound with the back of his hand, spread his palm wide across her stomach, almost covering her from hip bone to hip bone, then moved up to her tits again. They were finally his to play with. He palmed one from the bottom and moulded it in his hand. He squeezed, forcing the tip up, and bent his head toward it. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked viciously.

She tried to wrench away but couldn’t break the suction of his mouth. He continued to suck, flicking his tongue over the hard, protruding bud, until she cried out. But this one sounded slightly different, more strained than outright terrified. He released her with a pop and sucked the other nipple into his mouth just as brutally. He bit down, and she cried out again.

He released her from his mouth, but continued groping her full, natural tits. He used both hands, pulling both nipples away from her body, as he had seen her do just a couple of hours before. He pulled until he was sure it was painful, then pulled a tiny bit more. She screamed, begged him to stop. He let out a gruff sound and said, in a threatening growl, “Oh, we’re just getting started.” He gave one breast a stinging slap and stepped away.

He watched her writhe against the bed, against the bindings, as he pressed his palm against the base of his cock. He ground into himself as he reached for the discarded knife. He clenched the hilt and stepped toward the bed again.

At the feeling of cold metal against her skin, she fell still and quiet. He watched in wonder as she became compliant again. He dragged the flat of the blade from her stomach to her collarbone. She whimpered and tried to still even more. He pressed the tip into the hollow between her collar bones, not enough to draw blood, but enough that she knew without a doubt what was against her.

He spoke in his deep, rumbling voice again. “Shhh, baby. I only want to make you feel good. I don’t want to use the knife on you, but I will if I have to. Just relax. I know what you want. What you need. I’ll give you everything, but you have to calm yourself. No more screaming, at least not in terror. No jerking away from me. Just feel the physical sensations. Let me take care of you.”

She expelled a shaky breath and gave a short nod of her head. She whispered, ” I’ll try, just please don’t hurt me.”

Rather than removing the knife like she hoped, he lightly dragged the sharp tip over her right nipple, down the curve of her breast, down her stomach, over her hip, then across her lower belly to the other hip. He made a couple of circuits of her most sensitive areas, causing goosebumps to spring up in the knife’s wake.

On one pass over her mound, he used his other hand to finally dip a finger between her folds. She was dripping wet. His finger came away covered in her arousal and he groaned low in his throat as he brought it to his lips and tasted her.

“Fuck, baby, you taste better than I imagined.”

He stepped back, tossed the knife on the dresser, flipped on the lamp on her nightstand, and started undressing. The hoodie came off first, tossed haphazardly to the floor, then his t-shirt. He unbuttoned his pants, but when she heard the zipper he heard her draw in a sharp breath.

He huffed out a laugh and said “I’ll keep them on for now. Even better, I promise I won’t fuck you until you beg me for it.”

True to his word, he left his pants on, albeit unbuttoned and unzipped, then moved closer, letting his fingers skim over her still peaked nipples. Goosebumps erupted over her entire chest at his touch. He slid his hand up and applied a loose grip to her throat. He felt her swallow against his palm as he manoeuvred his body to straddle her.

She could tell that he was a massive man. He was heavy and warm on top of her, but he wasn’t soft. Thick, strong thighs rested on her lower body, she could feel the muscle flexing as he settled himself to sit on top of her spread legs. He was low enough to have access to everything he wanted and still tall enough to easily maintain his grip on her throat while perched more than halfway down her body.

Keeping her throat pinned to the pillow, he used his other hand to spread her pussy wide, baring her hot, wet hole entirely. He stared at the damp skin between her legs, watching as it tried to clamp around nothing. It was obvious she loved this. She loved being scared. At a stranger’s mercy.

He let his thumb drift to her centre. He brushed her clit lightly, then traced the labia surrounding her sodden core. He added slight pressure to her folds, eventually pushing his thumb into her tightness. Her walls seized around the intrusion, and he couldn’t wait to feel his cock buried right there. And he would. He would make her beg if it was the last thing he ever accomplished.

He pushed his thumb deeper and she let out a strained whimper. He slowly pulled it out, almost withdrawing completely, then pushed back in just as slowly, repeating the process several times. He watched her muscles tighten everywhere as he fucked her with his thumb. Her thighs were rigid, her stomach tense, her arms flexing above her head. She was clearly trying to keep herself together, trying to keep the unwanted pleasure at bay.

He began thrusting faster, thumb making obscene sounds in her wetness. She was writhing again, only this time she was subconsciously pushing into his touch instead of pulling away from it. When she started breathing heavily, he stopped. He removed his thumb and the hand around her throat, and smiled as he watched the disappointment flicker over her face.

He sat back, his legs the only point of contact between their bodies, and watched her come to terms with her lost orgasm. It would have taken a few more minutes to get her there, but she had been well on her way. Her breathing slowed, as did the pulse at her throat, and her body began to relax into the bed.

She didn’t speak, didn’t acknowledge what had just happened at all. She just slowly eased back into her mattress. And he loved her for it. He wanted to draw this out all night and had hoped she had the strength to withstand that much pleasure.

He noisily sucked her flavour off of his thumb, then put his hands on her hips and moved them upward. He pressed them into her belly, then her ribs, finally spreading them under her big, perky tits. He loved her tits. They were perfect. They were big enough to spill over his large hands, well more than a handful each. Her nipples were dark pink, almost exactly the same colour as her pussy lips. The tight tips were long and begged to be sucked and bitten. “Perfect”, he breathed.

He pushed them up from the bottom, cupping one in each hand, and made them bounce and jiggle. He watched each settle as he let them go, nipples hard and pointing to the ceiling. He moved his hands up until he gripped them firmly. He pressed them together and imagined his cock between them. He groaned to himself and lowered his face to lick and suck every inch of them.

He started at the bottom again, his tongue teasing the very bottom curve of her right breast, where it met her body. She made a small sound and shivered as he lightly flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin. He moved to the left and she shuddered again. He moved up in tiny increments, making sure to show each one the same attention. His tongue went from teasing with the tip to long, broad strokes randomly. He would suck the soft tissue deep into his mouth every now and then as well.

He groaned and spoke his dirty thoughts into her skin as he worked her over. “Goddamn, baby, your tits are fucking divine. I could mark them with my teeth and cum all night. I want to suck your nipples until it hurts. Bite them. Leave my fucking mark on every inch of your beautiful body.”

Contrary to his words, he completely ignored her nipples, taking care to blow hot breaths around them, suck right against the edge of her areolas, but never touch. He bit the swells at the top and bottom of each breast, soothing with his tongue and lips afterwards.

Her body was tense beneath him, but she never said a word. She would make involuntary sounds occasionally, but otherwise seemed to be acting like none of it was happening. He was frustrated and achingly hard at her show of strength.

Once her tits were thoroughly attended to, minus nipples of course, he raised himself slightly and rolled his hips into her thigh. He needed relief but had no intention of going back on his word. He thrust against her again and came to a decision.

He sat up straight and caught sight of her pussy. And the wet spot on the sheet below her. She was fucked and she didn’t even know it yet.

He lowered his pants and underwear a little and pulled his cock out. She finally spoke when she felt the hot skin against her thigh. She very timidly said “You promised”.

He smiled to himself and told her, “I’m keeping my promise. I won’t push my fat cock into your dripping cunt until you beg, baby. But that doesn’t mean I can’t put it other places.”

She let out a strangled sound but said nothing else.

He dug his thumbs into her thighs and let his cock graze her skin for a moment. Then he took himself in hand and started jerking off, letting his knuckles and the wet tip of his cock hit her leg with every stroke. He got himself close and stopped. He walked on his knees until he was straddling her stomach and reached out to grab her tits again.

His hands were on the outside of each breast and he brushed his thumbs over her nipples as he let a long string of saliva drop in the valley between her soft tits. She hissed at the light pressure on her neglected nipples, arching up as much as she could. He pushed her tits together and spread the wetness around, then nestled his cock into the tight space he’d created.

He stroked her stiff nipples at the same pace as he fucked her tits. He was big enough that even with her ample breasts, he still stuck out when he thrust fully. He watched as about four inches would peek out the top of her cleavage, the head nudging her throat, and then be surrounded again as he pulled back.

He was insanely thick as well. She could feel her breasts mould around him. She could tell that she had never been with anyone as big as he was. She felt her pussy clench just at the thought of taking him.

She was writhing beneath him, straining to stay still and quiet. He knew she wanted to hate this and her body was betraying her. As she threw her head back, he pinched her nipples hard and waited for the gasp he knew would come.

Her mouth opened and she gave a small, breathy moan. He pushed two fingers into her mouth and came immediately with a harsh grunt. He continued thrusting into the warm softness of her tits, his cum pulsing out over and over, coating the tight channel. Then he pushed until the head popped out and shot some on her throat as well. He hadn’t come so much in years. The valley between her breasts was entirely covered and her throat had four thick streaks crisscrossing over it.

Once he caught his breath, he backed up and sat on her legs again. He knew he would have plenty of time to recover before she gave in, but the wet spot she was laying in kept growing, leaving no doubt that he would coat her on the inside as well.

“I’ve waited so long to see you painted with my cum, sweetheart. Nothing has ever looked more right”, he all but growled at her.

He dragged his fingers out of her mouth, down her chin, then swiped through the mess on her chest and forced them back into her mouth. She didn’t bite, but she didn’t readily accept his gift, either. He had to tell her to lick it clean before she would even close her lips.

When he pulled them free, he ran his fingers through his cum again and, instead of putting it in her mouth, left a wet smear across her lips. She pursed her lips but left it there, acting like she wasn’t bothered by it all that much.

He quickly got off of her and walked to her bedroom door. Her head tried to follow his movements, but he moved quietly. She had no idea where he was. He cleaned himself with his t-shirt, tucked his softening cock back into his black boxer briefs, and quietly let his pants drop to the floor, leaving his socks there as well. He was silent as he pulled a small, black silicone butt plug out of his backpack, along with a bottle of lube. He knew she had several plugs of her own but this one was much smaller than anything she had.

He padded back to her bed and made sure not to touch her or let her know that he was back beside her. Her body was tense again, obviously uneasy that she didn’t know where he was or what would happen next. He gently set the lube on the bed then used both hands to tease her.

His fingers spreading her labia were the first thing she felt, followed closely by the plug teasing her wet pussy. He dragged the tip of the toy through her wetness, coating it as much as he could. Then he drove the tapered end into her cunt. It slipped in easily, until it was fully seated, the wide base covering her entrance. He left it there as she flexed her thighs and canted her hips. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to get it out or if she wanted more.

She grunted in frustration as he gripped the base and pulled it out of her. When he moved it lower, pressing it gently against her asshole, she made a low mewl and became quite still.

“What’s wrong, baby? I know you like it in the ass. No need to play coy with me”, he said as he worked the tip into her.

He teased her with tiny thrusts, letting the plug come completely out, then coaxing it back in her ass, only until it started to flare, then letting it come out again. He fucked her with maybe an inch of silicone, in and out, over and over, until her hips started bucking. She needed more but refused to ask for it. She whined quietly but never let him hear her voice.

He pulled it out again, then ran it through the cum that was still on her chest and throat. He used his fingers to gather more and coat it entirely. Then he forced the whole thing in her ass. He tugged on the base once it was fully seated, and she finally let out a true moan.

He watched her tongue flick out to wet her lips, tasting his cum in the process. She breathed out “Fuck”, licked her bottom lip once more, but then went quiet again.

He huffed a small laugh, then said, “God, I can’t wait to fuck you. Everywhere. I’ll be here all night either way. You may as well give in now and let yourself enjoy it, baby. Then, if you’re good, I can come back and do it again soon.”

She said nothing, just tried to readjust herself on the bed but didn’t accomplish much.

He ran his hands over her stomach and breasts again, bypassing the cum, staying towards the nipples and outer swells, as he positioned himself between her legs. He knelt there, plucking her nipples and watching the flush of her skin. He pulled and rolled her nipples until she was squirming, then gave each one a solid slap. She hissed out her pleasure again, trying and failing to stay quiet.

Her core clenched and he noted the way the plug moved with her. Her hips tilted and a broken sob escaped. She wanted release, but not badly enough yet.

He brought his thumb to her swollen clit and swirled around it once. Her breath gusted out and her hips tried to follow his hand. He chuckled darkly and pulled his hand away. He kneaded her thighs, then her calves, then worked his hands under her legs to dig into the back of her thighs, and then up to her full, firm ass cheeks. He palmed them, then spread her cheeks as wide as he could.

The plug was bobbing as her asshole clenched and relaxed. He was semi-hard again. Already.

He kept her cheeks spread as he leaned down and licked from the base of the plug up to her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath and let a quiet “Oh, fuck” go. She bucked, chasing the sensation again, and this time he obliged.

He buried his face between her legs with a growl, letting his nose press snugly against her clit while his tongue delved deep in her cunt. He groaned at her taste and fucked her with his tongue until she was shaking beneath him. He pressed his thumb to the base of the plug to push it deeper, then gripped it and started working it out of her ass with small, sharp tugs.

“Fuck this plug, I’m going to stretch you out myself,” he growled into her desperate pussy.

She was so lost to pleasure that she was moaning outright. Long, low moans were ripped from her chest and when the biggest part of the plug was freed, she sobbed gently. He removed it and let it drop to the bed, quickly replacing it with his thick, rough fingers. He forced two into her ass and fingered her with slow, brutal thrusts as his tongue kept time in her needy cunt.

His cum served as lube, easing the way for his fingers as his hand slammed into her ass cheeks with each thrust. She was too tight, and it must have burned, but she kept moving her hips with him, moaning with every breath she took.

He stopped tongue fucking her and sucked her clit into his mouth abruptly. He sucked and flicked until he felt the small bundle of nerves pulsing on his tongue. He pulled his head back, leaving her clit swollen and desperate, and watched as her cunt fluttered around nothing.

He continued pounding his fingers into her ass as he taunted her, “Are you ready to beg yet, baby? I can see how bad you want to come. I know you need it. But you won’t come until you beg me to fuck you. Are you there yet?”

She moaned in despair and shook her head violently against her pillow. She choked out, “Never,” then sobbed when he instantly pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her empty.

He barked out a laugh and said, “Have it your way, sweetheart. I’ll be here until morning whether you come or not. You’re only hurting yourself.”

He got off the bed again and walked out of her room.

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As he walked to the kitchen he was smiling to himself, proud that she wasn’t willing to give in. The oven clock said 1:27am, he had been here for about an hour and a half, he still had plenty of time. He washed his hands, fixed himself a large glass of water, slammed it, then refilled it and took it back to her bedroom. He set the full glass on her night stand hard enough for her to hear. She startled but said nothing.

“Ok, baby”, he said. “Since you want to be stubborn, you can get me off again before I figure out how I’m going to make you beg. Raise your head up and get a drink of water, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

He helped her drink, letting some cold water run down the front of her body in the process. He set the drink down and let his palms graze her stiff nipples until she started shifting away from the pressure. He gave each one a quick, wet slap and climbed up onto the bed again.

Her body stiffened as he positioned himself over her chest, one knee on each side of her raised arms. “Open up, baby, and if you bite me I’ll stop being so nice to you.” He used his thumb to push down on her chin, urging her to open her mouth wide. As soon as she did, he fed her his cock slowly.

She had to open her mouth impossibly wide. Her lips stretched painfully around his girth as he worked himself deeper. She couldn’t believe it fit. If he had been even a millimeter bigger she didn’t think she would be able to take it. Her eyes watered as he continued thrusting over her tongue.

She gagged once he got about four inches in but he just slapped her cheek lightly and told her, “Open your throat sweetheart, I’m not even halfway in yet.”

He repositioned her head, tipping her chin towards the ceiling so he could get deeper. She did her best as her lips stretched even tighter. He worked his thick length deep into her throat, making her gag occasionally, but eventually she felt his short, coarse hair meet her nose.

He groaned in satisfaction and held himself deep for several long seconds before he put his hands on top of her headboard and used it as leverage. He pulled his dick out until only the head remained, letting her get a breath, then pushed all the way in again.

“Goddamn, you look so fucking good choking on my cock, baby,” he growled as he bottomed out and she gagged around him. “Your throat is so tight, it’s strangling me. Your pussy is going to feel even better though. I can’t wait to feel that sweet, wet cunt gripping me.”

He kept long, slow strokes for about five minutes, giving her time to breathe between each thrust, feeling her throat clench around his cock with each one. He started to up his pace after a while, staying deep but moving faster.

He had just come less than an hour ago so he knew it wouldn’t be quick. He switched from hard and fast, deep down her throat, to short pumps over her tongue with only the head of his cock. She was groaning around him, jaw obviously sore, as he finally got close again.

He took one hand off the headboard and cupped her cheek, fucking her throat faster until he pulsed on her tongue. He pulled out right as his orgasm began and shot several ropes across her face. When the orgasm ended he pushed deep again and told her to lick him clean.

She worked her tongue over his cock, tasting him as he moved in and out leisurely, giving her time to lick every inch. When he pulled out until only the head was left in her mouth she stiffened her tongue and pushed it into his slit, then sucked the head hard. His breath whooshed out and he pulled out of her with an audible pop, too sensitive for that kind of attention.

“Jesus, baby. Your mouth is magic.”

He moved back, holding his ass and half hard cock above her legs as he lowered his face to hers. He slowly brought their noses together, brushing the side of hers with the tip of his, his damp cock sliding over her thigh. Her breath hitched at the sudden closeness but soon turned into a surprised moan as he very slowly began licking his cum from her face.

Using long, broad strokes, he gently cleaned her face with his tongue. Licking her cheeks, jaw, and chin, he gathered his seed in his mouth. Once he was satisfied that she was clean enough he pressed his lips to hers.

She stiffened at first contact but soon groaned as his tongue swiped along the seam of her lips. The potent, masculine taste of his cum, coming straight from his mouth, hit her and she opened for him. He drove his tongue deep, fucking his load into her mouth until she finally kissed him back. Their tongues twisted and tangled, pulling deep, needy moans from both of them.

He sucked on her tongue and lips before breaking their kiss, tucking his spent cock away again as he hovered above her. She was panting as he worked his way down her body, licking and kissing everywhere in his path.

He went from her jaw to her neck, down to her chest where he dragged the tip of his tongue through more of his cum. He sucked and bit her heaving breasts, leaving light bite marks behind. He teased her nipples, biting them hard before flicking his tongue to soothe them.

He made his way to her ribs and stomach, dragging his tongue along her sensitive skin, dipping it slightly into her belly button, kissing and sucking his way across her lower belly. When he reached her pelvis, he buried his face into the spot where her thigh met her body, drawing in her scent as he took deep breaths.

“Fuck, baby. Please beg. I want to make you come. I want to feel you fall apart. I want to make you feel so fucking good that nothing else will ever compare. You’ll only want me for the rest of your life.” Fully aware that he was begging her to beg, he kept his face buried in her skin, letting his lips graze her warm thigh as he spoke.

When she kept quiet, rough breaths the only sound she was making, he growled and moved his face back to her drenched pussy. He let the tip of his nose skim her swollen core, pulling in deep breaths, inhaling her arousal in a most obvious way.

He told her, breaths ghosting over her pussy, “I know you need it. Your cunt is dripping onto the sheets. I can smell how much you want me. You felt my cock in your throat. You know how good it will feel stretching out this pretty pussy. I’m as big as that giant dildo you love so much, but I’m going to feel so much better than that, sweetheart. I can pound my cock into you harder than you’ve ever been able to pound anything into yourself. I’ve seen you get frustrated that you can’t fuck yourself hard enough, fast enough. I can do it for you though. I can make you scream and squirt. Make your legs shake until you can’t walk tomorrow. All you have to do is ask.”

Without waiting for a response, he buried his tongue in her again. He thrust into her pussy several times, pushing deep, letting his nose grind on her clit as she moaned above him. Then he pulled out and moved down.

He stiffened his tongue and speared into her tight ass. The sound she let out was inhuman. She was nothing but lust and need, keening and crying out as he fucked her asshole with his tongue. He probed as deeply as he could, tasting the traces of cum that remained, thrusting in and out hard and fast, using his hands to keep her spread as wide as possible in her tied position.

Every now and then he would let his tongue slip out to lap and suck at her mildly gaping hole. He had been at it for at least half an hour, tongue fucking her, chasing her movements as she ground against his face. He used short detours, biting her thighs and what he could reach of her ass cheeks, to give his jaw quick breaks.

She was writhing as much as she could, trying to take him deeper, trying to make his nose and face give her pussy any friction at all. She was so close. She wanted to come so bad. And she hated herself for it. She almost hated herself enough to keep from begging him. Almost, but not quite.

“Please. Fuck, please let me come.” She said it in barely more than a broken whisper, her throat raw and sore from his brutal face fucking. She worried that he wouldn’t hear her, but the growl he let loose proved he had.

He pulled his tongue from her ass and ground out, “That’s not what you need to beg for and you know it.”

She whimpered in dismay, not quite ready to ask for that yet. She shook her head, frustrated tears leaking into the blindfold, and pressed her lips together tightly.

He huffed a laugh as he watched her, then said, “Your willpower is admirable, and fucking hot, but I’ll win eventually. Do you like the edging that much? I know you do it yourself sometimes, but you never hold out long. Or are you really so worried that it’s a stranger making you feel this way? It’s just us here, love. It can be our secret.”

As he finished his last sentence, he pushed two fingers into her ass again. He bent his head and spit on her clit, letting it run down to her ass that was already wet with his saliva, easing the way for him to finger her hard and slow. He licked up the length of her pussy, from hole to clit, cleaning some of her arousal, then pulled back to watch his fingers disappear into her perfect ass again and again.

She was moaning loudly, trying to buck into his hands and face. She could come from anal alone, but not the way he was fingering her. It needed to be hard and fast to get her there and he wasn’t giving her what she needed. Like he knew exactly how to keep her from coming.

He kept his maddeningly slow pace as he rose up on his knees and started licking at her tits again. He straddled one of her legs, letting his barely covered bulge rub her thigh as he continued to tease her ass and breasts. He used his thumb to torture her more, letting it play gently over her empty, clenching hole and throbbing clit, barely grazing the hot skin, never with enough pressure to push her over the edge.

He worked his mouth back up, sucking bruising marks into her neck. Pressing his soft cock harder into her leg, he brought his lips to hers again. Her mouth was slack with her gasps and groans, so he licked into it easily. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard enough to hurt. He pulled back until his lips barely brushed hers as he spoke, “It’s our little secret, baby. And I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

She let out a harsh breath against his lips and whispered back, “Please fuck me.”

A pleased sound rumbled deep in his chest as he claimed her mouth again. His dick was fully hard again just from hearing those words, pressing into her leg as he ground into her. He kept his fingers pumping in and out of her ass, finally upping the pace, bringing her so close to the edge that she cried into his kiss.

He pulled his fingers out before she could come, and nimbly hopped off the bed. She gave a frustrated grunt and chased his mouth as he stood and pulled away. He grabbed his knife and let the tip drag gently down her trembling leg. She sucked in a breath and started to speak when he said, “I’m going to cut your legs free. Are you going to be good or will you make me regret it?”

Her voice was rough when she replied, “I’ll be good, just please let me come soon.”

He groaned and cut through the fabric surrounding her right ankle. When she only shook it out and bent it slightly, making no moves to kick him, he sliced through the other side too. She moved the other leg in the same way, trying to get full feeling back in them.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked.

She sucked in a breath and nodded shyly.

He smiled as he crawled up between her legs, stopping to suck her clit for a moment along the way. She bucked against his mouth, spreading her legs wider now that she could.

He licked a path up her sternum, between her breasts, and up her throat as he gradually pressed his body against hers. He still had his boxer briefs on, but she gasped as he pressed his cock against her bare pussy.

Moaning, he kissed her possessively, giving her the cum he had collected from her skin. He cupped her face in his hand and deepened the kiss as he rolled his hips into her. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer.

He murmured, “I’m going to have to stretch you before I can fuck you. Unless you want it to hurt. Do you?”

She nodded again, whispering against his lips, “Just fuck me. Now.”

“Goddamn. You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he said. Then he rose and finally discarded the last piece of clothing between them.

Grabbing the bottle of lube he had dropped on the bed earlier, he popped the lid and covered his cock liberally. He wanted it to hurt in the best possible way, not be uncomfortable in the bad ones, she was insanely wet but he really was fucking huge.

He leaned down and braced himself on his forearms, dragging his slick head through her dripping folds. He notched himself at her entrance and began to force himself inside. She arched her back to help with the angle, pressing her hips up to his. When his tip entered her they groaned in tandem.

He kept a steady pressure, slowly inching himself deeper. She was incredibly hot, wet, and tight. He felt her stretching to accommodate him, trying to relax so she could lessen the burn. She was breathing in short, quick bursts, trying to breathe through the pain. He pressed harder, driving in a little faster, forcing her to take it.

Once he was about halfway in he pulled back and slammed into her fully. She screamed, more tears soaking into the blindfold. He grunted his pleasure into her neck and held himself as deep as possible until she caught her breath. He told her, “You feel like fucking heaven, baby. Relax so I can fuck you for real. You’re so tight. I can’t wait to see how much tighter you get when you come on my cock.”

Slowly, her body began to loosen, muscles easing and allowing her to feel more than the sharp pain, letting it morph into the euphoric fullness she chased when she was alone. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him deeper. She moaned and started rocking her hips, urging him to start moving. Taking the hint, he pulled his hips back and drove into her again, then did it again and again. He fucked her into the mattress brutally.

He rose to his knees, moving her further up the bed, so he could bring her knees over his shoulders. He was even deeper at that angle, bottoming out with every thrust, using her headboard as leverage again. Her lower body was completely off the bed, ass resting on his thighs, knees clamped around his shoulders, as he tried to rip her apart.

He brought one hand to her right breast and squeezed it roughly. He brought his other hand to her throat. He pressed her down into the pillow, leaning down to bend her almost in half, and choked her as he hammered into her needy cunt. He eased the pressure on her throat so she could breathe and released her breast, only to slap it hard, making sure to make contact with the nipple too.

She screamed again. This time in ecstasy, as she came harder than she ever had before. Her legs shook and she squirted more than she thought possible. She clenched so hard that he was unable to move properly. Rather than trying to pull out, he ground into her. He rolled his hips, making his pubic bone rub against her clit and his cock bump her cervix with every forward motion.

“I told you I could fuck you like no one else. Now let’s see how many times I can make you come before the sun rises,” he taunted, releasing her throat.

Her orgasm finally passed and her pussy softened enough for him to be able to thrust again. He continued to fuck her roughly, relentlessly, until she came again.

As the aftershocks subsided she decided to beg one more time. “Can I touch you? I’ll keep the blindfold on, but will you please untie my hands so I can touch you,” she asked quietly.

He rumbled, “Mmm... you want to touch me, baby? I want you to touch me too. Promise to behave? I like being nice to you, but I can be mean just as easily if I need to.”

“I promise.”

He gripped her jaw and kissed her savagely before he pulled out of her wet depth, letting her lower body back down on the bed. He reached above her head and quickly released her hands. She twisted and shook them, trying to get the numbness to subside. He watched her for any signs of rebellion, but she seemed content to play nice. He gave her a few moments to get her hands functioning again, then lowered his body back down on top of her.

She put her hands on his chest, pressing into the firm muscle. She had known he was big but his pecs felt bigger than she had been imagining. She ran her palms over them as she moved on to his broad shoulders, trying to get a feel for how wide he was above her. He seemed to dwarf her. Rounding his shoulders and moving on to drag her hands down his back let her feel how deeply cut the muscle there was. She couldn’t reach his ass with him pinning her down with his body, but she wanted to get a handful of it before he left her.

She brought her hands to his sides and let her fingers graze his obliques. He broke out in goosebumps and his breath caught at the light touch. He watched her face in awe as a small smile crossed her lips. Apparently she liked getting a reaction out of him. As her fingers danced over his hip bones and headed between their bodies he rose slightly, making enough room for her hands to fit between them.

The new angle pressed the tip of his cock against her clit. She moaned quietly as she traced the deep V of his Adonis belt; he was unsure if it was because of the pressure on her clit or the way she was feeling him up. She rocked her hips as she continued exploring his body, lightly following the shape of each abdominal muscle until she made it back to his chest to play with his pebbled nipples. He was covered with goosebumps now and so glad she asked for her hands to be released.

“Holy shit, your body is incredible,” she whispered, face flushing red as soon as it came out.

He chuckled and replied, “So is yours. Why do you think I’ve spent hours worshiping it?”

She reached down with one hand and tried to wrap it around his dick, but her fingers wouldn’t meet. She gently stroked what she could a few times, then brought it back to her opening. He moaned as she grabbed his ass and pulled him into her, deciding that she was in it for the long haul now. He had made her beg, made her come harder than anyone else ever had, she may as well enjoy it until he left.

He sank in easier now. She was still unbelievably tight but it wasn’t a fight for him to get in this time. Once he was flush against her ass again, she rose up a little and brought both hands to his neck, only to drop back down and pull him on top of her. She slid one hand to his stubbled jaw and tugged until his mouth met hers in a scorching kiss. He pumped into her with his cock and his tongue, owning her body completely.

He gripped her thigh and hauled it over his hip until she drew her other leg up and locked them behind his back. He still slammed into her hard but his strokes were slower this time. They moved together, moaning and kissing, working towards the same goal. He broke their kiss and buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting as he got close to orgasm.

She moved her hands down his back, pulling him closer, until there was no space left between them. Digging her nails into his skin, she clawed at him as he drove her higher and higher. She finally fell apart when he bit her neck and growled into the broken skin.

The unrelenting clench of her cunt around his cock, combined with the coppery taste of her blood, forced his orgasm. He pounded into her as he filled her with cum, not stopping until he was too sensitive to continue. He had fucked her through her aftershocks, and was now kissing her roughly as he came down as well. Their tongues tangled while he slowly started to pull out. She gripped his hips and stopped him.

He pulled their mouths apart enough for her to murmur, “Not yet.”

He let out a satisfied sound, almost a purr, and relaxed into her. She kept her legs around his waist and moved her arms up around his neck, letting her fingers sift through the soft, short hair at the back of his head. He kissed her again, almost gently this time, then rested his forehead against hers to catch his breath.

When she started shifting under his weight he finally pulled back. His sated dick slipped out of her and brought some of his cum with it. He sat back on his heels between her legs and brought his fingers to her swollen, sloppy cunt. He gathered the cum that was leaking out and pushed it back in with two fingers, pumping them in and out, watching her writhe at the contact. He moved back and laid down, still fucking his cum back into her, then lowered his mouth to her clit, sucking and flicking until she tightened around his fingers and came again.

Pulling out and sitting back up, he told her, “That’s four. We’ve still got a few hours until daylight. How many more do you think I can give you? My cock is spent at the moment but he’ll rally soon enough. I’ll just have to get creative until then.”

She whimpered and pressed her legs together, hiding her sweet pussy from him. He gripped the inside of one of her thighs and pushed them apart, saying, “Don’t do that, baby. I’m not done with that gorgeous cunt just yet. Now give me your hands so I can tie you back up and get you something to drink and some Advil. I don’t want you dehydrated and uncomfortable.”

“Do you have to tie me back up? I promise I’ll be good,” she asked quietly.

He snorted a laugh and said, “Yeah, love. I know how many weapons you have in this room alone. If I’m not on top of you you’ll stay restrained. I’m being nice, not stupid.”

She nodded and held her hands out in front of her. He held them both easily in one large hand as he positioned them back above her head. He grunted at the sight, telling her, “You have no idea how good those tits look like this. Especially now that they’ve got my bite marks, bruises, and cum all over them.”

She flushed red but said nothing.

He looped the soft fabric around her wrists again, making sure she wouldn’t be able to weasel out of it. After pulling a nipple into his mouth one more time, he hopped off the bed. He lifted her head and helped her get another drink from the glass on her night stand, then finished the glass himself.

He walked out of her bedroom, shooting over his shoulder, “Stay there, sweetheart. I’m going to clean myself up and grab some more water. Then we’ll see what your orgasm limit truly is.”

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He stopped outside the door of her room, digging in his backpack quietly, before heading into her bathroom. He used her wash cloth to clean his junk, took a piss, washed his hands and face, grabbed an extra wet cloth, and padded to the kitchen to fill up the glass with ice water and grab the bottle of anti-inflammatories from the window sill. Before he went back to her room he put on the balaclava he had gotten out of his bag before leaving her doorway.

His smile was hidden behind the skeletal mouth of the silicone skull covering his face from his cheekbones down. His eyes were uncovered and shone with amusement at her baffled stare. The mask covered his hair, neck, forehead, and the rest of his face with opaque black fabric, leaving only the grinning skeleton and his smoky gray eyes on display.

As expected, she had pulled herself into a sitting position and removed the blindfold. She was still tied to the bed, but with her legs free she had a lot more range of motion to work with.

Her eyes were wild as she took him in. He stood in her doorway, stark naked except for the mask, looking like every woman’s dream. The mask, honestly, only adding to that effect. After the initial shock of not catching him off guard, she took stock from the bottom up.

His long feet were shoulder width apart, giving him a solid base. His calves were obviously muscular, even from the front. His thighs were thick, muscled, and covered with a light dusting of what looked like golden hair in the dim light. There was a large tattoo on the left one that went from right above his knee, up his hip to where his waistband probably sat, and seemed to wrap around to the back.

Her eyes snagged on the cock hanging between his legs. Even soft, it was impressive. His balls were smooth, loose and also large, like everything else about him.

She dragged her gaze away from his groin eventually, moving up to the deep V she had traced with her fingers earlier, wondering what exactly that tiny text tattooed in the indention said. Next, to the flat expanse of skin between his trimmed pubic hair and belly button that looked perfect for licking. Then on to the deep grooves of his six pack, noting the way it shifted as he raised his arms to lean against the door frame.

His sides dipped in at the hips, tight and hard everywhere, obliques standing out against the deep shadows behind him. She let her eyes map every inch of his chest, making note of the tattoos there, too. They were big, one contained to only his left pec, the other going from his right shoulder, pec, and ribs, circling around to his back on the opposite side as the one on his thigh.

With his arms braced against the doorjamb, she couldn’t make out much more than that they were also insanely well muscled and covered in colorful ink. His shoulders were wide, almost taking up the whole doorway, his traps thick. His neck was covered but looked strong as well. She thought she could see a faint outline where his Adam’s apple bobbed.

When she finally made it back to his genuinely stunning eyes, she could see the heat and mirth in them. She blushed deeply but didn’t break eye contact.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he asked with a chuckle. When she did nothing in response but stare, he pushed off the door and stalked toward her at a slow, slightly threatening pace.

As he got to the bedside, he set the sweating glass of water, the wash cloth, and the pill bottle on her night stand, grabbed a handful of her thick, dark hair, and pulled her head back, forcing her icy blue eyes up to his face.

He was a little over 6′4 so she was at quite the angle to look into his eyes. Quietly, putting a little extra growl in his naturally deep voice, he said, “I asked you a question, baby. Do you like what you see?”

She narrowed her eyes, but eventually gave a tiny nod, refusing to say it out loud. Of course she liked what she saw, he was objectively perfect. That didn’t mean she was happy he had broken into her house and played with her until she begged to be fucked by a breathtaking stranger with a giant cock. Not entirely happy anyway.

“Good,” he said. “Now, do you want to watch what I do next, or do you want me to use my mouth on you?”

She shook her head as much as she could with his grip on her hair, saying, “I’m not deciding what my rapist is going to do to me. That’s too fucked up, even for me.”

“Mmm... is that what I am? Guess we’ll see if your opinion changes before I leave. Now lay back and get comfortable. It’s only 3:30, we’ve got until at least 7:00 before you’re getting rid of me.”

He released her hair and grabbed the pill bottle, shaking three tablets into his hand. “You’re going to be sore and I’m not going easy on you for the rest of the night. Open up and I’ll give you some water to wash them down with.”

She thought about refusing but her body already hurt. If he was going to drug her, he probably would have done it before now. So she obediently took the offered meds and quirked her eyebrow when she noticed him grabbing the wash cloth.

She looked at him with confusion as he used the wet rag to wipe the cum from her face and chest. He swiped it between her breasts, cleaning up there as well. But when he moved it between her legs, she tried to close them.

“Open your legs, sweetheart, I’m just going to clean you up. I can always make you if I need to.”

She reluctantly spread her thighs and let him wipe away the sweat and saliva, and the cum that had leaked from her pussy. She was still somewhat bewildered by the entire act when he tossed the cloth on the floor and gave her thigh a playful slap.

He stalked towards the foot of the bed, snatching her ankle in one hand to pull her leg straight as he went. She voluntarily straightened the other and leaned against the headboard to watch him. She kept her eyes on him, watching his ass as he moved about her bedroom like he belonged there.

It was as incredible as the rest of him, the tattoo from the front indeed wrapping around to the back and covering one tight ass cheek, the back of his thigh, and up to the entirely too appealing Venus dimples in his back. Guess he’s blessed with all the god’s attributes, she thought with a scoff.

When he made his way to her toy drawer with no trouble or detours, she knew without a doubt that he had been in her home before. She knew she should have been terrified at the thought, but mostly she was confused and pissed. “Who the fuck are you? I know we haven’t met before,” she said sharply as he rummaged through her sex toys.

He looked at her over his shoulder for a brief second, not stopping his quest, and said, “We’ve met. Just because you don’t remember doesn’t mean we haven’t.”

“Do I know you? Or did you just see me once and decide to be creepy as fuck and follow me home or something?”

He huffed a small laugh and replied, “The second one, I suppose. We met once or twice, I followed you, and now I know you better than anyone else. I know how you want to be used. How you want someone to hurt you while they make you feel both cherished and filthy. I know which books you read, who you talk to every day, your favorite color and foods. If you like it, I know about it.”

She had no memory of meeting this man, and she was pretty sure she would remember a giant with the body of a god and a voice made for wet dreams.

She didn’t think she was special. She didn’t look like him, or even like she belonged beside him. She was slightly above average height, had a decent body but was certainly no model, her hourglass figure had a little extra thickness everywhere, and her face was fine but nothing to write home about. She had no idea why he would follow her anywhere.

Before she could formulate a response, he started setting his selections on the bed, proving his statement about knowing what she liked. He laid out all of her favorite toys, from the strongest vibrator she could find, to the butt plug that simulated rimming, the giant dildo he had mentioned earlier, and even a much smaller dildo that she usually used in her ass when she was craving double penetration.

Her traitorous pussy contracted as he pinned her with a look and told her, “Roll over on your stomach. I want you to try something with me.”

He walked back to the other side of the bed as she slowly complied, looking conflicted with every inch that put her back to him. She was on her stomach, lush ass finally on display, with her face buried in her pillow. She jumped slightly when he put his hand on her thigh, slowly moving to squeeze her plump cheeks, saying quietly, “This ass...”

He climbed in bed beside her, pressing the front of his body along the side of hers and caressed her back, ass, and thighs. As her muscles relaxed into his touch, she finally turned her head to face him. She looked confused at his gentleness. Still not understanding that he truly wanted her to love everything he did. He would make her realize soon enough, hopefully.

She let out a harsh gasp when his palm slapped her ass cheek the first time. It was a hard slap, she could feel the sting long after it had actually happened. His eyes met hers and he slapped the other one, pulling another gasp from her. He rubbed both sides for a minute, soothing the sting, before he slapped each again, harder. She groaned this time, watching his eyes as they went back to her pinkened backside.

He soothed her skin again before giving about twenty hard, sharp smacks in a row, alternating sides, until the sting turned to liquid heat pooling low in her belly. She buried her face again, and groaned loudly into her pillow.

“Does that feel good, baby? Your legs are spread and you’re grinding your hips into the mattress. Did you know you liked being spanked?” He rubbed her cheeks again as he asked questions he knew she didn’t want to think about the answer to.

She kept her face hidden and shook her head, not knowing which question it was supposed to answer. It did feel good, but she didn’t want to admit that. She also didn’t know that it could feel like this. She had been spanked before, but only a couple of slaps at a time, never enough to make her feel boneless like this.

But she didn’t want him to know she was new to it, to let him think he had given her a form of pleasure she had never had before. Being fucked like never before was bad enough, he didn’t get to know he was ticking every single kink box she had, and was now adding more.

He didn’t make her give any more of an answer than that, he already knew anyway. He just repositioned himself between her legs again, then bent to ease the pain with his tongue. He raised his mask just enough to press long, wet kisses to every inch of her ass, making sure to cover every hand print with his mouth. He licked and sucked gently, happy enough with the marks he left with his hand, not needing to suck hickeys on top of them.

She was moaning again, enjoying the attention on her tender flesh. She wanted to reach back and run her fingers through his hair, but her hands were still tied and his mask covered it anyway. She was just about to ask for the blindfold again when he spread her cheeks and licked her asshole.

He was unfairly skilled with his tongue. Her thoughts fled her and she mindlessly pushed her ass up towards the sensation. He was making a meal of her hole yet again, but not pushing into her. He licked and kissed and sucked the puckered bud and the smooth skin all around it, but never breached her.

She was a moaning, gasping mess by the time he pulled his face away and pulled his mask back in place. He slipped one thick finger into her ass as he rose to his knees. He gripped her ass cheek roughly with his other hand, the already bruising skin turning white beneath his fingers, spreading her so he could watch his middle finger disappear into her hot canal.

He found the lube and let several cold drops slide down her crack, easing the way for his ring finger to join the first. It slid in fairly easily since she had already taken two of his fingers a couple of times tonight, but after a few minutes, when he added more lube and began working his pointer finger in as well, she seemed to struggle.

Her breath hitched and he watched the muscles in her back tighten as he got the tip of his third finger in. His hands were as big as the rest of him and he hadn’t seen her use anything more than a thin dildo or plug in her ass before, this was possibly the most it had ever been stretched.

“Just breathe, baby. You’ll feel so good when I get you stretched out. My cock will be the biggest thing to breach this pretty little hole, won’t it?” He was really hoping so, anyway. He wanted to push every limit she had, make her body bend to his will while she begged him not to stop.

She whimpered into the pillow before shaking her head, her muffled voice saying, “It’s too big. It won’t fit. Please don’t put it in my ass.”

“But you’re already taking my fingers so well. All three are sinking in with no problem now. Your pussy is dripping from it, I can see your arousal running down to your clit right now. I’m going to make you come like this, then add another finger just to make sure you can take it, and before I leave, baby, I’m going to fucking ruin your ass with my cock. Now get on your knees.” He upped the pace with each sentence, until he was thrusting his fingers into her hard and fast, his deep voice nothing but a growl by his command at the end.

He moved his free hand from her ass cheek to her hip and helped her get on her knees, keeping a brutal pace as they moved. The pads of his fingers were toward the front of her body, pressing against something that seemed to make sparks race down her spine.

With her knees together, her arms stretched out over her head, and the heat of his body at her feet, she was immobile. The side of her face rested on her pillow and her chest was pressed to the bed. Her ass was on full display as he hammered into her over and over again.

He watched her face closely as she moaned, her pleasure making her eyes close and her mouth drop open. His hand meeting her cheeks was making wet, slapping sounds with every thrust. As her sounds became less human, he fingered her impossibly faster. Just as she was about to come, he brought his open hand down on her ass cheek hard, the slap ringing out as she came apart completely. Her body pitched forward with the force of her orgasm, the sound she made could only be classified as a guttural scream, and her pussy let loose a gush of fluid as she squirted.

Her ass had barely unclenched long enough for her to get a deep breath before he forced his pinky into it as well. She had never been filled so completely before, at least not there. The pressure and stretch was almost too much for her already overwhelmed body, but she couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. Her mind slowly came back online and she realized that he wasn’t fucking into her anymore, just letting his hand stretch her as she came down. It took several minutes for her to catch her breath and stop making embarrassing whines with each one.

His smile was hidden, but undeniable, beneath his mask. He loved seeing her so blissed out that she couldn’t function. He loved knowing that he had done this to her. More than once tonight, actually. He kept his fingers in her ass until she finally opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him.

His eyes crinkled as she shuddered and groaned when he removed his fingers one by one. He caressed her cheeks lightly as he moved to the side, then helped her straighten out and lay down on her stomach again.

“You come so well for me, sweetheart. That’s five. I’ll let you relax a minute before we keep working toward your limit,” he said. “Once you’re ready, we’ll sit you up and get a drink. Just let me know when you can move.”

She nodded dumbly, staring at him like she didn’t really understand what was happening just yet. He chuckled and ran his clean hand over her hair and down her back before getting up and telling her he would be right back. He headed to the bathroom, washing his hands and grabbing another rag, then went back to find her in the same position. She looked more alert now, slowly coming back to life after coming her brains out.

As he walked towards her she finally moved, rolling over to her back. She was watching him intently, wondering what he was planning next, when she noticed the wash cloth in his hand. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion as he sat next to her and started swiping the warm cloth between her legs. He wiped gently from her knee to her upper, inner thigh on both sides, then moved on to softly stroke her pussy, cleaning the still leaking cum, the mess from squirting again, and the arousal that coated her from the fingering she had just received.

She watched his big hands fold the cloth in half before he told her to roll over. She complied, with help, and he cleaned the back of her legs and her ass as well. He was very careful with the reddened skin of her buttocks, even raising his mask and dropping a couple of sweet kisses against the sore skin as he finished up. She caught a brief glimpse of his full lips before he slipped the mask back into place and sat with his back against the headboard, relaxing next to her. This was possibly the most unsettling thing that had happened yet, in her mind.

“Are you ready for a drink yet, love?” he asked as he placed his hand on her back.

She nodded, then said wryly, “Yeah, I could definitely use a drink.”

He chuckled and said, “Just water tonight. Let’s get you up.”

He helped her roll to her back, then watched as she scooched into a sitting position and moved until her back was against the headboard with her hands in front of her. He settled back beside her, legs stretched out, looking relaxed and comfortable, then reached for the water on the bedside table. The ice had melted some, but the cold liquid felt amazing as it made its way down her raw throat. Between the throat fucking earlier, the moaning, and the screaming, she wasn’t going to have any voice at all tomorrow, it was already hoarse and raspy.

They sat in silence for several minutes. He looked content, but she was absolutely losing her shit in her mind. She was confused, mostly. But also pissed off, sated, and weirdly not looking forward to him leaving and never making her body feel like this again. The longer the silence went on, the more visibly uncomfortable she became. She was shaking her foot and looking at anything but him when he finally said, “Get out of your head, baby. It’s just us here. Enjoy tonight and worry about the rest tomorrow.”

She gave a humorless laugh and said, “Easy for you to say. You’re the one causing the havoc, not having to live through the fallout.”

“There’s plenty of fallout for me too. I’ve never done anything like this before. I never thought I would be capable of breaking into a woman’s house, using her repeatedly, and then wanting to do it again before I even got out the door from the first time, but here we are.”

“Poor Mr. Stalker... how can I make you feel better about being a creepy fuck?” she asked in a scathing voice. “Why me, anyway? You’ve never done this before? What the hell could I have possibly done to make this seem like the right move?”

Now it was his turn to bark out a sardonic laugh. He looked through the window opposite them, lost in thought as he said, “I have no idea, sweetheart. I’ve never been obsessed before. But I saw you and it was like an immediate fire was lit. I needed to get to know you, but you never even looked up when I tried to introduce myself. So I followed you home instead.

“We had been at the same bar and you came home alone. The first thing you did when you walked in was strip off your clothes and start touching yourself. I couldn’t look away. Everything about your body is perfect. I watched your tits drop when you teased your way out of that black, lacy bra. I swear it was like you knew I was watching, like you were doing it all for me. Then you started playing with your nipples while you were looking out this window, looking right at me. I got hard and touched myself right along with you.

“You drew it out, teasing yourself, so I did the same. You fingered yourself so fucking hard, then you walked to your drawer and pulled out that dildo and started working it into yourself, stretching yourself. I could tell then that it was about the same size as me, maybe even bigger.

“I knew you could take me when so many others haven’t been able to. I watched you fuck yourself with it, ride it hard, but it looked like you needed more. I wanted to come in and help you out that night, but as I was getting ready to walk closer, you came so hard that I could hear your moan from the trees outside. I watched you writhe over it and I came too.

“Post nut clarity hit me hard, and I realized what exactly I had just done. That this was stalking. So I fucking left. But it had already started, this obsession. So I found out where you work and followed you there. Followed you shopping, or when you went out with your friends. Hoping you never brought anyone else home because I don’t know how I would have reacted to that. And I just kept watching, following. It got easier every time I came here.

“I tried to talk to you again, once, right after that first time. But you were at work and brushed me off. So I came back here. And watched again. And again. Watched you fuck yourself every night as I jerked off to it out in the woods. Until I finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to show you how good it could be when someone fucked you right.”

He could feel her stare boring into the side of his face, as well as see it reflected in the large window across from her bed. He wasn’t surprised when she asked, “How long ago was that?” but he still didn’t want to answer her. He finally turned his head to look her in the eye, and roughly said, “Almost a year ago. It was New Year’s Eve.”

She stared at him, completely stunned. She remembered that night. She had been dragged to the bar by one of her friends, but had had no real interest in going out. She had been deep into a book, and horny as hell, and had just wanted to stay home to finish it. She had worn discrete earbuds as an act of rebellion and studiously ignored every stranger that came up to her, focusing on the audio version of said book until she could get back to the physical copy. As it turned out, she enjoyed listening to smut while surrounded by unsuspecting people, and stayed until the book was finished.

That book had been about a masked man watching in the woods, so she had put on a little show once she got home. She had felt eyes on her, but believed them to be the fictional eyes of her latest book boyfriend, the idea of someone out there only turning her on more. She came hard that night, imagining someone watching her, touching himself as well.

She had no plans of telling him that, but something told her he already knew. Or at least had a good idea.

And if he had tried talking to her at work, chances were that she was listening to a book or podcast then, as well. If she was interested in it she may not have noticed that she was brushing off a super sexy giant.

She blinked and looked away, trying to figure out where to go from here. She was about to open her mouth to ask more questions when he was suddenly on top of her. He straddled her lap and braced his hands on the headboard. She looked up at his intense eyes as he said, “It’s almost 4:30, we better get moving if we’re going to set any records tonight.”

Before she could react, he moved down the bed and pulled her with him. She was lying on her back, sore ass pressed to the sheets, legs spread, and mind completely blown. He grabbed the blindfold again and held it in front of her face like a question.

She looked at it for a couple of long moments, then nodded slowly and raised her head. He growled as he slipped the band around the back of her head again, then quickly let her hands free.

Her hands beat his to the mask. She tugged it off and buried her fingers in the silky, long hair on top of his head. She pulled on his head until his lips crashed to hers. They kissed hungrily. Her hands roamed his hair, face, and back, touching everywhere she could, mapping the high cheekbones, strong jaw, and stubbled throat along the way. She sighed into the kiss and truly gave in to the experience.

He pressed his body tightly to hers, rolling his hips, bringing her thigh up to wrap around him. His cock wasn’t on board yet, it was still tired from before, but it gave a valiant twitch as their passion built. He broke their kiss but kept his lips on her, trailing hot breaths and wet kisses down her throat, to her chest, then to her perfect tits. He showed her how much he loved them by kissing the faded bite marks and purple hickeys, then creating more of each. He bit and sucked her nipples as she arched her chest toward his mouth and pulled him closer with fingers wrapped tightly in his hair.

He moved down her body, kissing, sucking, and biting as he went, until he was between her legs and looking at the new arousal gathering there. She had been wiped clean, so he knew this was fresh. She was wet for him. Even after telling her how long he’s been watching, she was wet, wanting what he had to give. He groaned as he licked up her slit, loving her taste and the slight hint of himself that was still leaking out of her.

With no need to tease this time, he buried his face in her cunt and put his mouth to use. He sucked her clit into his mouth and used his tongue to flick it as he brought his fingers to her hole. It had been a little while since he fucked her, but she was still stretched enough to fit three fingers inside with no pain, just tenderness from being roughly fucked. She moaned loudly as he twisted his fingers in and out, stretching her, fucking her, preparing to add another finger.

He slipped his pinky in, using the excess saliva that was dripping from her clit. He spread his fingers, stretching her more as he sucked hard, pushing her over the edge. She came on his fingers, breathless and bucking, but he never let up.

He continued to slip four fingers in and out of her even after she came down. She was relaxed, catching her breath, when he sucked his thumb into his mouth to wet it, spit on her, and slipped his thumb in as well. She whimpered, saying, “Oh, shit. What the fuck are you doing?” as he worked her open with all five fingers. He would get his fist in soon.

“Jesus, baby. You should see yourself right now. You’re taking my hand like you were made to. How does it feel? Do you like being fisted?”

The only answer she could give was a litany of, “Oh, shit, oh fuck,” which he took to mean “Yes, please fuck me with your fist until I squirt again.” And who was he to argue with that?

He used a little lube, then slipped his knuckles into her, letting her wet heat swallow him to the wrist. She moaned loudly and started rocking her hips, looking for release. He bent his head and began lapping at her clit again.

He fucked her fast, stretching his fingers out to open her even more, keeping pace with his tongue, loving the obscene sucking sounds her cunt made as he slid his fist in and out of her. She lasted about three minutes until she clamped around his wrist, keeping his hand deep inside, bucked against his mouth, and squirted again.

She moaned and writhed wildly as she soaked his face, using both hands to press his mouth to her even harder. She rode his hand and tongue until there was no more pleasure to wring out. She was truly boneless, unable to form a coherent thought.

She kept her hands on the back of his head, needing him to stay exactly where he was until she could regain her wits and cope with the loss of his clever tongue. The tongue he was currently using to lazily lick up the mess she had made, making her shudder with every pass over her overstimulated clit.

He kept his hand inside her, and his tongue moving slowly, until she eventually eased the pressure on his head. When she moved her hands to his shoulders, he raised his head and began the gradual removal from her pussy. He eased his hand out until he could, as gently as possible, work his knuckles out of her. She whimpered as he bent and kissed her thighs. He kept his fingers in until the muscles in her legs relaxed again, then began pulling his fingers out one by one.

He moved to kiss and lick her gaping hole as soon as his fingers were free. He pushed his tongue into her, but not to drive her toward another orgasm, this was simply to soothe her. He kissed the entirety of her core as if he was exploring her mouth, using lips and tongue to map every millimeter.

He used his tongue to clean her, licking and gently sucking her labia, her clit, even going over each thigh, until she was completely relaxed. Her hands rested on his arms, which were hooked under her legs now, and there was no tension in her body at all, she was dead weight and breathing slowly.

His dick had perked back up around the time she squirted all over his face and was now ready for one last round. He gently worked his arms free, moving her hands to the mattress, and moved carefully, doing his best not to disturb her. He wasn’t sure if she was asleep, passed out from pleasure, or just very, very relaxed, but he wanted her to stay just like this as long as possible.

He got to his knees, quietly covered his length with lube, and leaned over until his forearms were on either side of her head. He ducked his face and brushed a light kiss over her slightly parted lips. When she didn’t respond, he moved his right hand down to grip her thigh, spreading her legs a little wider. He grasped his cock, pressed it firmly against her asshole, then raised her leg to his hip. He nudged her with the tip a couple of times, but she still never reacted.

With a low rumble, he began to pierce her. He gripped her butt cheek from below, pulling it open, and worked the tip into her. He had barely entered her at all when she suddenly came back to consciousness. Her ass tried to clench, to keep the intrusion out, but he kept steady pressure so he wouldn’t lose ground. He dipped his head again, whispering, “You’ve got to relax, love. It’s going to hurt if I force my way in.” Then he moved his mouth over hers and kissed her earnestly.

He poured passion, affection, and tenderness into the kiss. She opened for him, kissing him back just as intensely, tasting herself on him, easing her muscles in the process. He slid in cautiously, moving in tiny increments, wanting this to be good for her. She raised her other leg, wrapping it around his hip, and ran her hands along his sides.

Once he was about halfway in, he pulled back slightly, then slowly worked himself in again, gaining an inch or so. She moaned into his mouth, so he did it again, pulling back, thrusting in gently, pushing more of himself inside. He continued with his unhurried strokes until his hips finally met her ass.

He held himself deep inside her as she moaned loudly against his lips. Her hands were fumbling against his back, he wasn’t sure if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away. He pulled back and thrust into her fully and they both groaned. He kissed her one more time, then extended his arm and watched her face as he fucked her slowly. He was as gentle as possible, but he was so big that every stroke made her chest heave and her breath hitch. It took several minutes, but eventually she moved with him, moaning in obvious pleasure instead of possible discomfort.

He sat back on his knees and put her feet on his chest, changing the angle and pushing somehow deeper with every thrust. His hands found their way to her breasts and he toyed with them as he increased the speed slightly. He pinched her nipples roughly, but needed more.

He grabbed her legs, spreading them wide in the air, and let one go to play with her clit instead. His thumb circled the swollen bud as he started fucking her harder. She was moaning and whimpering, moving with him, chasing another orgasm, so he figured it wasn’t too rough.

The sound she let out as he plunged a couple of fingers into her slippery cunt was otherworldly. He kept his fingers deep and pushed down until he could feel them massaging his cock through the thin barrier between her pussy and ass. He flipped his hand over, added another finger, and used his thumb to circle her clit. He fucked into her wildly, loving the way her ass gripped him, pushing himself towards what would undoubtedly be his last orgasm of the night. Possibly of the month.

She put her feet on his shoulders, her hands on the headboard to keep her in place, and moved with him as he filled her everywhere. She loved double penetration with her toys, but nothing could have prepared her for how good it would feel with another person, with him.

Her asshole was stretched to its limit, almost painful as he fucked her roughly, the bite of it only adding to the all consuming pleasure. His fingers pressing solidly against her g-spot, massaging it, as he used the pressure against his cock to get himself closer to the edge was like nothing she had ever even imagined.

With his thumb swirling around her clit and his other hand keeping a bruising grip on her hip, she wasn’t going to last much longer. But she wanted to. She wanted to drag this out, feel this exact way indefinitely, keep the orgasm at bay and stay right here. That wasn’t an option though. He kept thrusting, pressing, and swirling, and she was going to shatter any second.

He was getting close. The sounds she made, the look on her face, the way she felt against, under, and around him, it was all too much. He grunted and groaned as he pounded into her. He could feel her getting closer too, she was clamped around him like a vice. He just had to make it until she came, then he could too. And then she did.

She screamed, “Oh fuck,” then wasn’t able to breathe to make more words come out. Her body seized around him, hands now tight on his forearms, and he was unable to move because she was so impossibly tight. His cock was trapped, being milked by the tightest hole he had ever been in, and he came with a roar. He came deep in her ass while his fingers still worked her over.

She was shuddering and pushing his hand away from her clit before his cock had stopped spilling into her. She gripped his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her, forcing his cock deeper, and his fingers out, searching blindly until she found his lips and kissed him like it was the last thing she would ever do.

He pressed into her, returning her kiss and brought one hand up to cup her face. He rubbed his tongue along hers and slowly slid the blindfold up. It got tangled in her hair, but she didn’t seem to care. She didn’t even open her eyes until he nipped at her lips and pulled his face away from hers.

She blinked several times, trying to adjust to the sudden light, and let her eyes focus on the man that was still buried in her ass. He was incredible. Because why not? Everything else about him was perfect, why not his face too?

His gray eyes were deep set, his nose was straight, his cheekbones were high and prominent, his jaw was square and covered with golden stubble, and his lips were plush and kissable, a perfect Cupid’s bow. He looked to be in his late twenties, a couple of years older than her, maybe. His dark blonde hair was cut short on the sides and back, with longer locks on top. His eyebrow was pierced with a barbell. Simply put, he was captivating.

Her hands moved to his face, skimming every feature. She brushed her lips over his and whispered, “You’re beautiful. How did I miss you twice?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her and replied, “Maybe it was meant to be like this. Can you imagine our first time being any other way? How boring anything else would have been?”

She huffed a small laugh and said, “I suppose. I’m not sure I would have chosen this though. I thought you were going to kill me when I woke up. I’m still not convinced you’re not a serial killer playing the long game.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to give you everything you need, in bed and out of it,” he replied gruffly before he kissed her again. He began to pull out of her as he teased her lips. He was soft and completely spent and slipped out easily. She groaned at the loss, then again at the foreign feeling of cum dripping out of her ass.

He broke their kiss, moved down her body, and started pushing his cum back inside of her with two fingers. He lowered his mouth to her core, licking her clit gently, then gradually worked his way down. He slipped his tongue into her pussy, swirling it around a couple of times, then lowered his head until his searching mouth found his fingers. She bucked at the sensation of his tongue and fingers working together in her ass. The fingers seemed to be pushing cum back in, only for his tongue to lap it up.

His eyes met hers as he ate his seed from her body yet again. He wasn’t positive how she felt about it the other times, but from the blazing heat in her eyes now, he could assume that she was as into it as he was. He brought his other hand to her clit and gave it a sharp pinch before circling it with his fingers. He was pretty sure it would make an even ten if he could make her come one more time, and he very much wanted to.

She buried her hands in his hair again, moving her hips with his hands and mouth. Watching him lick up his mess was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. Between his skilled tongue, the thick fingers in her ass, and the circling fingers on her clit, she was about to come again. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she was teetering on the edge of bliss. He kept his eyes on hers, gaining speed, and finally pushed her over the edge one last time.

She shuddered and groaned, whimpering slightly as he pulled his hands and face away, moving back up to kiss her with cum still on his lips. She licked it from his mouth hungrily, hands pulling him closer. He settled on top of her again with that almost purr.

They kissed for several minutes, slow, sensual kisses that would have turned into more if either had been able to take it farther. As it was, his cock was out of commission until further notice, and her entire body was bruised and sore.

By the time he rolled off of her and tucked her against his side, they were both panting and out of breath again. She rested her head on his chest and idly ran her fingertips over his V-line and abs. She was back to internally losing her shit, but couldn’t seem to make herself stop touching him. Which only made her lose more shit.

He was playing with her hair when his voice rumbled under her cheek, “Which part are you freaking out about the most?”

“Just wondering what the actual fuck is wrong with me. I shouldn’t be relaxing next to you, cuddling, after you stalked me for almost a year and broke into my house who knows how many times. But then you waking me up tied to the bed, touching me, fucking me... Absolutely none of that should have turned me on. But it did. Even before you edged me to death, when I woke up and your hands were on me, I was already wet.

“Then, when I saw you, that was it. You’re fucking painfully beautiful. Is that really all it takes for me to forgive everything else? A pretty face? A nice body? A big cock? A rough fuck? Seems like I should have higher standards.”

He continued running his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp, as he thought about how to reply. Eventually he said, “I’ve been wondering what’s wrong with me too. But honestly, after tonight, I’m not sure anything is wrong with either of us. I meant it when I said maybe it was supposed to be this way. If I had gotten your attention that first night at the bar, we probably would have fucked and it probably would have been good, but I wouldn’t have known that you wanted the same things I do.

“Biting, spanking, and bruises aren’t exactly first date friendly for most people. I never would have been as rough as I was tonight, and then I would have been just another man that didn’t satisfy you properly. But now I know exactly what you want, and more than that, I know it matches almost perfectly with what I want, too. Sure, I know you better than you know me, but we can change that pretty quickly. I’ll be an open book if that’s what you want.”

She shook her head against his chest and said, “I don’t know what the fuck I want.”

“And that’s okay too,” he replied. “How about I give you a week? If you decide you never want to see me again, just lock your doors, and I’ll leave you alone. No more breaking in, or watching you, or following you. If your doors are unlocked next Friday night, though, I’ll come in, wake you up, and fuck you into oblivion. Maybe even get around to using the toys I picked out tonight. We can figure out the rest after that.”

She huffed a small laugh and said, “Fine.”

He was quiet then, taking her at her word, not wanting to push her any farther. He felt her body go lax against him, her breaths becoming slow and deep. He laid with her for a while, enjoying the intimate feel of her sleeping on his chest with her arm wrapped around his waist. Eventually, though, he disentangled himself, cleaned up as best he could (himself and her bedroom), dressed, gathered his few belongings, and slipped out the back door.

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A few hours later, she woke up sore, thirsty, and fucking starving. She dragged herself out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and stared in complete shock at her reflection.

She was covered in bruises. Hickeys had been sucked into her neck and throat, and there was a bite so deep on her neck that there was dried blood left behind. Her breasts had obvious hand prints, bite marks, and more hickeys. Small suck marks were littered across her ribs, stomach, and the inside of her thighs. There were finger sized bruises where large hands had gripped her hips, thighs, and calves. And when she turned around, the deep bruising on her ass was especially colorful.

Her hair was a rat’s nest, there was dried cum on her ass and thighs, and dark circles under her eyes. She looked and felt as if she had been well fucked. Her pussy ached, as did her asshole. Her tits hurt from simply hanging there, nipples sore and overly sensitive. Her throat was so raw and painful she wasn’t sure she would be able to talk for a week. Every muscle in her body felt like it had been overworked and was now protesting any use at all.

But damn, if she didn’t feel sexy. And exceptionally satisfied. Now that she had seen what sex could be like, she wasn’t sure she could go back to a life without it.

And what the hell did that say about her?

She still had no idea how she was supposed to feel. Probably not sexy and satisfied. Or somewhat powerful. But the thought of her masked man wanting her so badly did make her feel those things.

He had made her feel like the only person in the world that mattered to him. That outrageously attractive, giant man with the sexiest voice she had ever heard, he wanted her. He even seemed to know the fucked up side of her and liked it, too.

Could she really get over the stalking? She thought so. Or maybe she just wanted to feel him on top of her again, inside of her. Because when he was inside of her, it felt like everything was right in the world. Like that was where she belonged. Under him, over him, beside him. In the bedroom and out, she thought. She felt right with him.

She had a week to make a decision. But she knew the doors would be unlocked tonight. And every night after, until he showed up for her again. Hopefully he wouldn’t really make her wait that long.

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