Natalie #3
“Looks like I’ll have to get you wet myself . I don’t want to hurt myself going in dry .” I hear him spit on his hand before feeling him rub against my entrance again.
Happy thoughts.
Happy. Thoughts.
Thinking back, I realise I have none. My life has never been happy, unless you count the odd day here and there.
Like that day at the beach. From the moment I was born, I was unwanted.
Neglected by my birth parents at barely a week old, I was left outside a fire station - cliche right?
At the age of one I was fostered out to an elderly couple who apparently were really kind - or that’s what it says in my file at least. They passed away when I was three in a car accident.
My next foster family I was with until I aged out. And they fucked me up for life.
“ You’re being such a good girl Miss Baker.
Tonight I will only fuck your tight little cunt , but next time I will have those pretty little lips around my cock.
” Howard says before opening up the buttons of my shirt and biting down on my shoulder.
He says it as if it’s a promise as well as a threat.
Miss Baker. The name Ma and Pa gave me. Miss Natalie Baker.
I had a different name when I was with the elderly couple but I was always told I could never use it again, and even though I left that abusive household years ago, I never went back to my original name.
Never really thought about going back to it until now.
My name is tainted now it’s come out of my bosses mouth as he’s raping me.
The first thrust is painful. Not as agonising as the first time Pa did it. But it's still painful.
“Fuck. I knew you were going to be tight, but this is something else.” He groans.
Another thrust.
“God, you feel incredible.”
Thrust.
I notice his letter opener on the desk and my fingers twitch as they try to reach for it .
Stay still.
Be quiet.
Be a good girl.
Pain shoots through my core as he fully thrusts into me now. I feel his sweaty stomach press against my back, causing my shirt to stick.
“Fuck.” He growls. “Such a good girl.” He whispers into my ear before nibbling on the lobe. “I’m glad you know how to behave, Miss Baker. You're my good girl. Mine. ” He moves quickly, each thrust inside me feeling like he’s stabbing me over and over again with his dick.
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Looking across to my left, I see his watch. Silver with diamonds encrusted into it. The ticking makes my skin crawl. Happy thoughts, Natalie, happy thoughts.
Tell me about a time when I felt like I was on cloud nine, take my mind away from what is happening.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
“God, your watch is so loud.” I sigh.
“Really?” He chuckles. “Do you not like watches?”
“No, honestly they remind me of bad times.” He puts me down and I stumble against the wall of the closest building.
He steps closer, using his arms to cage me against the wall.
“Thanks.” I huff a laugh. “I’m also sorry.
I don’t know how I managed to get this drunk after only two drinks.
” I hold his arm, tracing the Cerberus tattoo there.
His watch is gone. I wonder where it went.
“I have a feeling you have had more than just drinks tonight treasure.” His other hand grabs my chin and lifts my head until I face his mask.
The green X’s covering his eyes stare into mine.
“You’ve been drugged, Natalie. That’s the only reason why I’m here talking to you instead of just following you to make sure you get home safe.
” He sighs. “I would hate for you to be judged by others for being seen with someone like me. I love the privacy of your apartment, we can do as we wish there.”
Someone like him?
“You know my name, so why can’t I know yours?
” I groan. “It’s not fair.” His hand holding my chin comes up to play with my hair.
His fingers slowly start massaging my scalp and I relax into his touch.
He has found my weakness and takes advantage.
I hated my hair being touched by Pa and the uncles.
But Mr Stalker is delicate whenever he makes contact with me, whether it be a head massage or snuggles on the sofa while watching TV.
He’s such a terrible stalker, he’s not sneaky, nor quiet.
He’s loud and very touchy, I know where every single camera is, and he doesn’t cross my boundaries - most of the time.
My stalker isn’t very good at his job.
“You know why.” He growls. I remember the note he left me a few weeks prior, the reply to asking for his name.
I can’t do that Treasure, you may go to the police. But even if you don’t you may come looking for me, and I can’t allow you to do that. You deserve better than a monster like me. You deserve to live a happy life.
“I know. But at least let me call you something other than Mr Stalker.” I glide my hand from his arm to his chest. I play with the thin chain he has around his neck. Focusing on the delicate silver.
“What if I like you calling me that.” He chuckles. “Maybe it gives me a bit of excitement.” He takes hold of my hand, holding it against his racing heart, then presses against me. I gasp as his hard length digs into my stomach. “I’m not going to touch you, not when you’re like this. Not ever.”
“Because of this?” I point to my scars.
“No, baby. Because I know that once I’ve had one taste of you, I won’t be able to stop.
And that won’t be good for any of us.” He glides a finger down my neck.
My skin goosebumps under his gentle touch.
“Trust me, treasure. It’s so fucking hard to not take you back home and fuck you until you forget your own name.
But it would cause more trouble than good.
No matter how much we want it. We can’t. ”
“Who said I want it?” I croon. My body betrays my words as my panties soak through.
He chuckles darkly. “Natalie, I have been following you around for years, been sneaking into your home, feeding you, watching you sleep. You know I have cameras everywhere in your house and you let me watch you shower. And not once have you fought with me about it. Not once have you called the police. That means you are just as fucked up as me, and I know I want you. So you must want me too right?”
I can’t lie to him. There’s no use lying to him.
“Right.” I smile, lifting my hips to meet his, resulting in a low, guttural groan coming from him.
He steps forward, trapping me between him and the wall.
I have to crane my neck to keep my eyes on his fluorescent ones.
“I must be fucking crazy because I don’t even know what you look like or even your name. But I know how you make me feel.”
“Mmmm, and how do I make you feel?” His thumb brushes across my lips.
“ Safe.” He doesn’t reply, or give me any reaction. “You make me feel safe, Mr Stalker. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can take on the world and the world would lose. Because I have you by my side.”
Howard grunts, bringing me out of my thoughts. Safe , as soon as I leave this building I will be safe because I’ll have my protector in the shadows with me. My personal bodyguard. The one person who keeps me from harm whenever he is around. The only person in my life I can trust.
I need to find out his name. I need to figure out who he is.
Why do you have to be around me constantly, why can’t you go off and find out his name for me?
“Did you hear what I said Miss Baker?” Howard whispers, squeezing my throat even tighter.
I start scratching at his hand, making him bleed.
“I told you to cum. If you don't, I will make your life a living hell.” That’s when I feel it, his fingers playing with my clit.
My body responds as I feel my core tighten.
No. No I can’t. I won’t.