Chapter 3
Chapter three
Stranger Danger
Intruder
I set my hot tea on my nightstand before stretching.
I am finally settled for the day. Work this week was stressful.
This job makes me question my sanity. I work seventy hours most weeks as the lead editor of a fashion magazine, ModernX.
No one can seem to just figure shit out for themselves.
I have to be in charge of everything because the moment I delegate, someone fucks it up and I have to go behind them at the last second and redo it anyhow.
It makes me extra thankful to have someone like Caleb to talk to daily.
Day in and day out, I’m always in control.
I am tired of being in control, and Caleb wants to take control of me and give me peace.
During the day, we chat when we have time, but nighttime is when we devote nearly our entire evenings to each other.
We’ve been doing this for six months now.
We met on a BDSM dating website and shared similar interests as far as nonsexual things like hiking, camping, and just the outdoors in general.
We both love to read the same genre to share book ideas.
Once we dove into the kinkier side of things, I let him in on one of my fantasies.
I don’t know when or where, but one day he will show up somewhere and fuck me however he wants.
I change clothes so that I am only in an oversized T-shirt and underwear before crawling into bed. Once settled, I go to message Caleb.
Curious_Kitten98: Home finally. Hot tea was acquired.
DarkLover4U: How was your day?
Curious_Kitten98: Oh. Peachy. I wrote and edited an entire section for publishing tomorrow by myself because one of my managers “forgot” when publishing was.
DarkLover4U: It’s the same day every month lol. How in the fuck do you forget when the first of the month is?
Curious_Kitten98: Good fucking question…
DarkLover4U: Did you write them up?
Curious_Kitten98: I can’t. My boss won’t let me do write-ups
DarkLover4U: I’d offer you a job with us, but you’d be right back to the same bullshit soon anyway haha
Curious_Kitten98: I’m sorry I’m complaining. I try not to dump my bullshit on you.
DarkLover4U: Dump away, babe! I wish I could do something to make you feel better.
Curious_Kitten98: Talking to you is more than enough! How was your day?
DarkLover4U: It was good. Just caught up on some emails and paperwork for the merger. Relaxed day.
Curious_Kitten98: I feel like you’re rubbing it in now with that last bit lol
DarkLover4U: No, rubbing it in would be telling you that I was able to leave an hour early because my editors were on top of stuff this week :)
Curious_Kitten98: That stings a bit. Not gonna lie lol
DarkLover4U: It’s late. We can talk tomorrow if you’re tired. I know you’ve had a long week.
Curious_Kitten98: I’m okay. I wanna talk to you.
DarkLover4U: Are you tired?
Curious_Kitten98: Very lol
DarkLover4U: Go to sleep, Kitten. We can talk tomorrow! I’m not going anywhere.
Curious_Kitten98: Ugh! We need to go to HR soon because I really want to just exist around you.
DarkLover4U: We will soon. I promise. Once the first wave of employees moves over, that will be the best time to talk to them.
Curious_Kitten98: I know. I’m just complaining. Maybe tomorrow we can talk on the phone instead of text!
DarkLover4U: I do enjoy hearing you fall asleep on the phone! Your little snores are cute.
Curious_Kitten98: Mhmm lol
DarkLover4U: Goodnight, Kitten! Sleep well!
Curious_Kitten98: Goodnight, Caleb! You as well. Dream of me!
DarkLover4U: I always do!
I place my phone on the charger and sink into my bed with a yawn. My eyes are heavy and my brain is tired, so it takes me no time at all to fall asleep.
It feels like hardly any time has passed when a tapping noise somewhere in the house wakes me. I sit up, dazed. I listen, thinking maybe it’s my cat. She has a habit of knocking shit over at night for the hell of it. I turn my lamp on and see that she is asleep on the other side of the bed.
I slowly get out of bed and see on my phone that it is just after midnight. More tapping noises make a shiver go up my spine and I get my pistol out of my nightstand. Being a single woman living on the bad side of town, this gun could be the difference between getting raped and murdered or not.
I slowly make my way down the hallway toward the living room where I am hearing the noises.
Footsteps cause a flicker of fresh fear to settle over me.
Someone is definitely in my fucking house.
I get to the end of the hallway, I can see in the reflection that around the corner from me is a figure standing much larger than I am.
I am five foot four on a good day and this figure is at least a foot taller.
He is moving around so I can’t tell if he knows I’m here.
Where he is, my purse is sitting there on a table.
It’s possible he’s going through my bag.
I take a long deep breath before raising the pistol and quickly turning the corner.
The giant-like man with a skull mask covering the top half of his face immediately grabs the barrel with one hand and jerks the gun away from me.
He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me back against the wall.
I open my mouth to scream but his words stop me.
“Come on now, Kitten. You know you can’t do anything to stop me from taking what’s mine,” he says as he brushes his lips against mine. I instantly relax when I hear him call me kitten.
That’s the nickname that tells me it’s Caleb.
We set up very clear instructions that he has to identify himself in some way.
I told him I had a gun, so he was prepared for that.
It’s a good thing he’s faster than me because he made it seem like it wouldn't happen tonight, but I’m guessing that was his intention.
I really had no idea he’d show up tonight.
Now this is the fun part where I get to run, and he will chase me down.
Caleb loosens his grip on me just enough that I can slip away from him.
I spring down the hallway, but he is so much faster than I thought.
I get to my nightstand and almost get to my pepper spray when he grabs me by the hair and slings me into the bed.
“Stop it,” I scream as he straddles my body. I damn near break character and swoon when this man pulls a pre-cut rope from his back pocket and ties my arms to the headboard. “Let go of me.”
Caleb chuckles at me when I fight against him. He grabs my underwear and rips them off my body before pulling my shirt up to expose my breasts.
“Aw. Those were new,” I say with a pouting tone as he pulls my legs up to his shoulders. Caleb smiles at me but then suddenly grips my thighs and surges into me. “Fuck!” I arch my back and moan loudly.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Kitten,” he grunts. The way he is stretching me is mind-numbing. He has me nearly folded in half as he pounds into my pussy. I already know I’m going to be sore and tired tomorrow but it’s fucking worth it.
My thighs are shaking as my climax builds and my moans are ragged. Being used by him is the best feeling ever. Nothing can compare to how peaceful this feels. “Oh fuck. Fuck I’m gonna come,” I cry out.
Caleb drives into me harder and harder, viciously fucking me through my orgasm. His groans fuel my need for him. “Fuck, Zoe,” he moans
“Oh god. Please come in me. Please,” I whimper as my body is nearing convulsion.
“Yeah? You want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my come?” He asks. “I could put my baby in your belly, kitten.” He slows his pace and starts to rub my clit.
“Oh please,” I moan. “Please come in me. Please, Caleb.”
“Mmm,” he grunts and buries himself deeper as he drains himself inside of me.
Caleb pulls the ties on my wrists before moving to his back and pulling me to lay my head on his chest. He gently rubs my back as I listen to his heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he replies softly.