Your Stalker
The back door flies open. The moonlight of the dusk night hitting her pale skin. She stands there, angelic. Like the night saved its highlight just for her.
She walks slowly down the steps, hesitancy written all over her features. When she reaches the last step, I pull my phone out and write her a message.
You haunt me. It’s only fair that I return the sentiment. So run, Little Flower. Run so I can catch you and show you how much you belong to me.
Her trembling face illuminates through the phone screen. She closes it and sets it on the top step. Slowly, she takes a step forward. Then another, then another.
I wait until she is deep in the woods. She glances around, losing the way she came from. Her eyes widen and I can see her breaths quicken.
“Fuck,” she whispers. I round a tree, making sure she notices me. A crack of a branch being split in two beneath my heavy boots. She whips around, hair clinging to her lip.
“You’re so pretty when you're scared,” I growl. She stumbles backward and falls to the dirt floor. Dirty girl. I take a step forward, and another. The green light from my mask bouncing off the trees as I make my way closer.
She picks herself up and runs. Atta girl. Run like your life depended on it. I give her a few seconds head start before I hunt after her. Only the sounds of leaves and broken branches pave way under our path.
She swerves behind a tree, then another. Trying to put distance between us. It makes me harder knowing how fucking frightened she is. How she thinks she can outsmart me.
I grab her blond hair, yanking it with force. She grabs my hand and screams. She screams so loudly I’m sure if there are any bystanders in the woods, they would make a run for it too.
I pull her into me, while my other arm wraps around her waist. She kicks, struggling to get out of my grasp. I walk us backward until my back hits a large tree.
Spinning her around, I pin her against the rough bark. I press my rock-hard length against her back, letting her know her fate. I breathe deeply into my mask, inching as close as I possibly can.
“Caught you,” I tease.
“How the hell did you catch up to me so fast?” she asks, with pacing breaths.
“I always get what's mine. And baby, you’re mine forever.”
I lift her silk nightgown, the one she knows drives me insane every fucking time she wears it. Her breath hitches and she pushes her ass into me.
“I knew you were deranged like me. An innocent, rule-player girl with dirty needs. You love it when I scare you, don’t you?” I say. She moans, letting me know I’m right.
My fingers dip inside her, feeling her wetness encompass me, ready for me to take. I remove my belt with one swift motion and unbutton my jeans. My cock springs out, eager to be inside her.
“Mine.” I declare as I shove my length inside her. She screams and it’s fucking bliss to my ears. She leans forward, both hands grasping the tree in front of her for stability.
Sounds of my thrusts fill the night sky. She is so fucking tight, like she was molded for me. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I was going to do whatever I needed to make her mine.
“You’re taking me so fucking well. You’re being such a good little slut for me,” I praise her, not letting up on my ravenous thrusts. I’m not sure if it’s just the thrill of the chase, or me fucking her with my mask on, but I’m already close to the fucking edge.
“P–please,” she says.
“P–p–please,” I taunt as I push my entire cock inside. All nine inches, before I explode. My come claims her insides. I pause, making sure every drop of my release stays.
“Now you’re mine forever, Little Flower.”