10
Lark
I groan as I slowly emerge from the haze of unconsciousness, my senses are assaulted by a disorienting array of sensations. My limbs feel heavy, weighted down by an invisible force that renders movement impossible. The harsh glare of the lights above sends a searing pain through my eyes, and I instinctively squint against the brightness.
Confusion grips me as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings. Where am I? The fog in my mind begins to clear, revealing the stark reality of my situation. Im lying naked on a bed, my body exposed and vulnerable, and a creeping sense of dread washes over me.
With mounting horror, I realize that my arms are bound, secured to the bed frame by restraints I cant see but only feel. Panic sets in as I frantically attempt to free myself by pulling at the restraints, but my efforts prove futile against the unyielding chains that bind me.
I cry out, every instinct screams at me to flee, to somehow break free from the nightmare that engulfs me. But no matter how hard I fight, the chains refuse to yield, binding me to the bed like a helpless sacrifice.
A groan pierces the heavy silence, and I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I turn my head, dreading what I might see. And there he is, my tormentor, pressed so tightly to me I dont know how I didnt notice him right away.
My stalker.
What... what do you want from me? I manage to choke out, my voice trembling with fear.
Hes naked, his form illuminated by the harsh light, and the sight of him sends a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. The black mask he wears is a chilling reminder of the terror hes inflicted upon me, its white Xs staring back at me like accusing eyes.
Unlike the times Ive seen him in the dark, I can see his gray eyes peeking back at me and his lips curling into a twisted smirk beneath the mask. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize the true extent of his depravity. Im trapped, defenseless against the darkness that surrounds me, and the realization fills me with a bone-deep dread.
When he finally speaks, his voice is low and menacing. You looked so beautiful on the dance floor, Lark. So tempting.
His words make my pussy throb with need. It has to be at the reminder of what dancing with Ethan led to. What did you do with Ethan? I ask. Fuck, did he kill my boss like he did the stranger in the alley? Please, just let me go, I plead, my voice wavering with desperation.
But he only chuckles darkly, his masked face betraying no hint of emotion. You cant leave, Lark. Not now, not ever.
I dont know what youve done with Ethan, but you need to let him go, I demand, my voice shaking with both fear and anger. Hes not part of whatever sick game youre playing.
My stalkers masked face betrays no emotion as he watches me with unsettling calmness. Ethan? he muses, the name rolling off his tongue like a dark promise. You mean the man who dared to touch whats mine?
Im not yours! I retort, my heart pounding in my chest.
A chilling laugh escapes him, sending a shiver down my spine. Oh, Lark, he says, his voice tinged with amusement. You have no idea what youre talking about.
To my horror I realize that the more he talks, the wetter I become. This man is I dont know how to describe my reaction to him other than Im losing my damn mind.
When I woke up to find he had visited in my sleep, I was flattered. And yeah, Ive woken up a few times with him next to me in bed. But this hes never forced me before. The other times Ive felt like I was in charge, which was clearly just an illusion.
Just tell me what youve done with Ethan, I beg, not able to let it go until I know. Is he hurt?
My stalker merely smirks in response, his eyes glinting behind the unsettling mask. Isnt it obvious, Lark? he taunts, his voice dripping with malice. Ive taken whats rightfully mine. And now its your turn.
Theres something about his voice, something familiar yet twisted, like a nightmare I cant quite remember upon waking. But amidst the fear, a sliver of recognition begins to dawn, stirring deep within the recesses of my mind.
No, I whisper, my heart racing with realization. It cant be...
But before I can piece together the puzzle, my stalker rolls on top of me. Despite the sudden movement, hes careful to rest his weight on his forearms and not squeeze me. His hot, hard cock rests against my stomach, and I cant contain the moan stirring in my throat.
Look at you pretending not to like it, he muses. But I bet youre soaking wet. What do you say, Little Bird, should I spread your legs and find out?
Little Bird
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No, I cant have been that blind. Can I?
Dont touch me, I hiss, even though I know its useless. Im completely at my stalkers mercy, and theres nothing I can do to stop him. Instead of making me more scared, the thought stirs a need inside me and I spread my legs wider.
Is that an invitation? he asks.
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I think it is. Without another word, he moves his hand between us and cups my drenched pussy. Youre even wetter than you were last night, he groans.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I do my best to regulate my breathing. Im caught between being more turned on than ever, and feeling a heavy pinch of betrayal. At the same time, Im also blaming myself. How did I now see it sooner?
He forcefully shoves two fingers into me, making me moan loudly when he curls them deep inside me so they graze my sweet spot. My back bows off the bed and I cry out for more. Oh, Im not even close to being done with you, he groans, pumping his fingers faster and harder into me.
Please, I cry. Im so close. I pull at my restraints. Not to break free, but so I can touch him.
I get lost in the rhythm as his fingers pound mercilessly into me, and it doesnt take long before my eyes roll back in my face and I come on his fingers. He never stops moving, just keeps increasing his pace until I come a second time.
Fuck, I scream, wrapping my legs around him and try to both push him away and pull him closer.
He slides his fingers out of me, and I watch with morbid fascination as he sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean like he did the night in the alley. Only this time, his fingers are coated in my arousal instead of blood.
You taste so fucking good, Little Bird, he says, his voice making me want to preen.
I look up at the masked face. Remove your mask, I demand, needing to see it for myself.
He shakes his head. Say my name first.
No, I say stubbornly, even jutting out my chin like thats going to help.
I have all day, Little Bird. And I wont let you come again until you say my name.
Pinching my lips together, I turn my head and let my legs flop down on the mattress. I will not say his damn name. Im ninety-nine percent sure its him, but I still dont want to say it.
Suit yourself, he chuckles. Then he moves off the mattress and I watch him leave.
A moment later the sound of water cascading reaches me, and I stare longingly at the door he disappeared through. I could do with a shower, some food, and, oh yeah, my clothes. The need isnt enough to make me cave, so when he strides back into the room, I turn my head again so Im looking in the opposite direction.
I know its childish, especially since Im now one hundred percent certain my stalker is Ethan. Either that, or my stalker just so happens to have completely identical tattoos on his hands and hip. Still, I wont crack first.
Somehow, I manage to fall asleep again, and when I wake this time, my stomach is rumbling. The light coming through the blinds has moved, its no longer where it was this morning, so it must be later in the day. The smell of bacon reaches me, making my mouth salivate.
Are you hungry? Ethan taunts from somewhere in the room, but I continue to ignore him. Theres a lovely brunch waiting for you. All you have to do is say my name, Little Bird.
Fuck you, I hiss, my temper making me forget I didnt want to acknowledge him.
He doesnt speak again, but when I hear the rustling of clothes and retreating footsteps, I know he has left me again. To keep myself busy, I count the rafts on his ceiling. Sadly, it doesnt keep me occupied for long, so I have to move onto something else. Fuck him and this room thats almost completely void of patterns and other things to count.
I hate you, I scream at the top of my lungs. I fucking hate you. Right now, as the pressure on my bladder grows, thats the ugly truth.
Ethan
Her screams of hatred only serve to amuse me further. Oh, how I love to hear those words from her lips, knowing its a lie. She might feel betrayed and angry, but she doesnt hate me. My Little Bird is too stubborn to admit it to herself, but she craves me just as much as I crave her.
I meant what I said; the moment she says my name, Ill let her go. Theres no doubt in my mind that she knows Im her stalker, and yet she refuses to say it out loud. Its both infuriating and strangely satisfying.
Observing Lark closely, my gaze fixated on her every movement. Theres a look of distress on her face, and I cant help but notice the way shes pressing her legs together. Is she uncomfortable? Does she need to pee? Oh, thats just too fucking perfect.
A wicked idea forms in my mind, and a devious smirk plays on my lips. Rising from my seat, I make my way to the kitchen. I return with a pitcher of water and a glass, the cool liquid sloshing gently within.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I place the pitcher and glass beside me. With deliberate slowness, I pour water from the pitcher into the glass, watching as it fills to the brim before pouring it back into the pitcher. The repetitive motion is almost hypnotic, and I can see the anticipation building in Larks eyes as she watches me.
I lean in closer to her, my voice low and teasing. Thirsty? I ask, a hint of amusement lacing my words.
Lark glares at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. What do you want from me? she demands, her voice trembling slightly but holding an underlying strength.
I chuckle softly, enjoying the challenge she presents. What do I want? I echo, feigning innocence. Oh, Little Bird, theres so much I want from you. But for now, I just want to hear you say my name.
Her jaw tightens, and she clenches her fists. I wont give you the satisfaction, she retorts, her tone defiant.
I lean back, studying her with amusement. Well see about that, I murmur, a predatory glint in my eyes. I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over her skin through my mask as I continue to taunt her, my voice low and enticing. Come on, Lark, I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. Say my name. You know you want to.
Larks eyes narrow, a flicker of defiance in her gaze. Ill never say your name, she spits out, her voice tinged with anger.
I chuckle darkly, the sound making her shiver. Youre stubborn, Ill give you that, I remark, running a finger lightly along her jawline. But youll say it, eventually. Ill make sure of it.
She grit her teeth, her body tense with frustration. Why are you doing this? she demands, her voice trembling with emotion.
I lean back slightly, studying her with a smirk. Because I can, I reply, my tone dripping with arrogance. Because you intrigue me, Little Bird. And because youre mine.
Her eyes flash with defiance, but I can see the fear lurking beneath the surface. Ill never be yours, she vows, her voice firm.
I lean in even closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers. Well see about that, I whisper, a dangerous edge to my voice. Youre already here, arent you? Handcuffed to my bed. You cant deny the pull between us.
She glares at me, her jaw clenched in frustration. I hate you, she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I smirk, a twisted sense of satisfaction coursing through me. Hate is just another form of passion, Lark, I murmur, tracing a finger along her cheek. And Im perfectly fine with that.
Larks resolve wavers as she shifts uncomfortably against the bed, her expression betraying her discomfort. I... I need to pee, she finally admits, her voice strained.
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. Oh, so now youre making demands? I tease, though theres a hint of amusement in my voice.
Its not a demand, its a basic human need, she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. And youre not fighting fair.
Pinning her with my steely gaze, I growl, Fairness went out the window the moment you walked into my life, Little Bird. She huffs, and I continue. But fine, Ill allow it.
After untying her, I follow her to the bathroom, keeping a close eye on her as she sits down on the toilet. Are you going to watch me pee? she whispers, horrified. Cant you give me some privacy?
Sure, I say as I casually lean against the doorframe. Just say my name, and Ill be out of here. Ill even let you close the door.
She opens her mouth, but before a sound can come out, she closes it again and shakes her head. Fine, she huffs. If you get off on listening to me pee, have at it.
I throw my head back and laugh. We both know thats not how I get off, I say.
When Larks done in the bathroom, we return to the bedroom. She lies back down on the bed, spreading her arms while eyeing me. But I shake my head. No restraints this time. Youre free to move... for now.
She sits back up, rubbing her wrists where red marks are forming. Thats my fault. I should have taken better care of my Little Bird and anticipated her stubbornness.
T-thank you, she murmurs.
Are you hungry? I ask, not acknowledging her gratitude.
She looks at me, skepticism written all over her face. Do I have to say your name to get fed?
I move over to her and cup her cheek, pleased she briefly leans into the touch. No, I answer. I want you to want to say my name. Im a patient man and I have no problem waiting for a while.
She eyes me warily as she sits on the edge of the bed, still visibly tense. And if I never want to say it? she challenges, her gaze meeting mine defiantly.
You will, I say cockily. Sit tight.
With those words, I dart to the kitchen and prepare a plate of food for her. Of course, I keep my eyes peeled on my phone, tracking her every movement. Well, she isnt moving, not much anyway. When I return, shes still in the same spot, the only difference is that the sheet is now covering her bottom half.
I hold the plate out to her, and she food skeptically, but hunger eventually wins out over her reluctance. As she eats, silence hangs heavily between us. She keeps eyeing me like she thinks Im going to pounce, but I dont. I sit still apart from handing her the glass of water when she asks for it.
When shes done eating she leans back with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes find mine through the mask, and she raises an eyebrow and folds her arms across her chest. Her delicious tits look amazing when squeezed together like that.
So if I never say your name youll keep that mask on until you die, is that really our plan? If so, I have to say Im somewhat disappointed. I thought youd have bigger plans.
I cant help but chuckle at Larks snarky comment, her defiance only fueling my amusement. You think you have me all figured out, dont you? I retort, my voice low and tinged with amusement. But you forget, Lark, Im full of surprises. With a swift motion, I blindfold her, securing the fabric tightly around her head. Youll keep that on at all times, I command, my tone firm. Or there will be consequences.
I can sense her apprehension as she nods silently in response. She may be defiant, but shes also smart enough to understand the gravity of the situation.
Say it, I rumble, not satisfied with the nod.
Say what? she hisses.
A smile tugs the corners of my lips up. You know what, I rasp as I bite the shell of her ear.
Lark gasps and her arms fall to her side. I quickly take advantage of the access and cup her tits. Kneeling next to the bed, I latch on to her nipple, licking and nipping at the peeked flesh.
Mhmm, E She almost moans my name, but at the last moment she stops herself from saying it. What a pity.
Removing the mask from my face, I take a moment to savor the feeling of freedom, the cool air against my skin a stark contrast to the suffocating confines of the mask. I think I want to come on your tits, I say casually, opening my pants and shoving them down my legs. My boxers are next, and it doesnt take long before Im fisting my dick in my hand.
You wouldnt, she snaps, sounding more intrigued than put off.
I squeeze the base of my cock and begin to fuck my hand. Holding my free hand under Larks mouth, I rasp, Spit. After a moments hesitation, she does as I ask and spit into my hand. So you can behave, Little Bird, I command while lathering my dick in her saliva.
My Little Bird shifts on the bed, pushing her legs together like shes trying to alleviate the pressure Im sure is building between her legs. When it doesnt help, she lies back down on the bed. Can I touch myself, too? she practically begs.
Of course, I groan.
Lark cups one tit, rolling the nipple between two fingers while her other hand finds her pussy. When she spreads her legs I can see her arousal glinting on her pussy lips. The sight is so fucking hot I almost nut right there and then.
Finger your cunt, I demand. My Little Bird slides two fingers into her heat and moans. Thats it. Let me hear how good it feels.
She moans louder and tug harder on her nipple while her fingers noisily fuck her hole. It felt better when you did it, she whines, making me smile.
Though Im tempted to give her what she wants, I dont. She hasnt earned my cock or fingers. So instead I fuck my hand faster, not easing up until I feel my balls draw up and a tingling sensation at my lower back.
Fuck, I groan. I move closer so my cock is aimed straight at her tits. Im gonna paint your tits with my cum.
She moans and begs for my cum while riding her fingers. Please. I want you to shower me in your cum. All over my body, Et Again she stops herself, but were getting closer.
I stroke myself to the sight of her fingering her needy cunt. Im coming, I groan as my cum shoots out of my dick, coating her neck, tits, and stomach in my essence.
Im so close almost there I need I My Little Bird arch her back and squeeze her thighs together, crying out as she comes.
What a fucking sight. She looks so fucking beautiful as she comes with my cum covering her. My dirty bird.
I walk over to the door, locking it and taking the key with me before switching the lights off. Before returning to the bed, I activate the motion sensors on my phone app. Then I lie down next to her. I turn her to the side and pull her flush against me so my spent dick is nestled between her ass cheeks.
I need a shower, she complains.
Grinning, I reply, You should have thought about that before getting dirty.
She huffs. If I promise not to remove the blindfold, cant I just go clean up quickly?
No, I smirk. Now go to sleep.
The key in my hand is resting against her stomach, and I know she feels it. A smile stretches across my face as I wonder if my Little Bird is going to take flight. If she does, Ill have fun chasing her downafter giving her a head start, of course.