Chapter 2
Laura
I wake up in the middle of the night absolutely certain that there is someone in my room. I can’t see anything. My eyes are too accustomed to sleep, but I can feel a presence. There’s no sound, just an intangible knowing that I am no longer alone.
I lie still, freezing in place. I hope that I am wrong, that it is a dream, and that I am having some kind of night terror.
Then I feel the covers being drawn back, and the cool air of my room slides down my body, making goosebumps rise across my skin.
I can smell him now. He smells like a very rich kind of cologne.
It’s faintly familiar, and puts me in mind of leather and iron.
It’s the sort of scent that speaks to privilege, and that only serves to make me more afraid because it is so out of place here.
“Leave me alone,” I whimper.
“Shhh, princess.”
He has a deep voice and oddly, for an intruder, a calming presence. He’s soothing me with his words, and then with his hands. One of them lands on the back of my head and smooths over my hair.
I wait for him to say something that men like this say at times like these, something like ‘do as I say, and I won’t hurt you.’ My fists are balling by my sides. He’s not going to find me as easy a target as he imagines. When I decided to live alone after Dave left, I did take some precautions.
“I don’t have any money!”
“I’m not here for your money, princess,” he says. “I’m here for you.”
I feel the bed sink down as he puts his weight on it, drawing down the covers to my waist. At this point, I grab the flick-knife I have next to the bed. They’re not legal, but neither is being in my fucking bedroom uninvited.
I flick the little switch, and the blade swings out. I turn over as that happens, and jab it right the way up toward his neck and chest. I close my eyes as I swing, not wanting to see what will happen when the blade meets his body.
“Oh, so close, little one,” he says, sounding almost proud as he grabs my wrist and squeezes it hard enough to make me drop the knife. “That was a good try. Very good.”
I let out a yelp of pain and disappointment as I realize I have been easily disarmed and now I have no protection against this intruder who is much larger and much stronger than me. I look up into his face in an effort to see who it is.
I almost hope it’s Dave being an idiot, but I already know it’s not him. He’d be laughing by now, and he’d also be stabbed. Whoever this is moves like a fucking rattlesnake. He’s fast, he’s dangerous. He’s agile. And he’s not at all fazed by being stabbed at.
“What do you want?”
“I want you, Laura.”
That is a fucking terrifying response.
“Why?”
I don’t know what else to say. The question just falls out of my mouth in shock as he pulls the blanket down the rest of the way, depriving me of warmth and comfort, exposing me to his gaze. I went to bed in short shorts and a tank top. It’s not enough.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “You’re a very sweet little thing, and you are going to be mine, inside and out.”
He is speaking in a clipped, slightly accented voice. The flash of familiarity is back, but it doesn’t rise to the level of true recognition. He looks big and broad above me, and the tight black sweater he is wearing shows that he is quite muscled all the way across his arms and shoulders.
He’s handsome, even though I cannot see his face.
“Breathe,” he says.
“I am breathing.”
“I mean take a breath for me, little one,” he purrs softly, putting a hand on my chest. “I want to feel you.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath.
His hand slides up my chest toward my neck and closes lightly around my throat as his other hand slides between my legs and starts rubbing underneath my shorts.
They are loose enough that his fingers can easily find my bare pussy.
I saw a reel that told me it was better to sleep without underwear.
Right now I wish I was wearing a fucking chastity belt.
His fingers find my clit unerringly, and start to circle lightly. To my immense shame, I feel my hips undulate in response. It feels good.
“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “You’re allowed to enjoy this, even though you think you’re not supposed to. Let yourself relax into being used.”
He is saying the sickest things, but I really cannot help my physical response to his energy and to his touch.
He clearly knows how to touch a woman, though usually people say foreplay is necessary, his direct tender touching of my pussy is working for me.
I feel a kind of excitement starting to stir in me that I’ve never really felt before, a kind of raw desire that is completely divorced from good sense and reasonable reaction.
This man, whoever he is, has ripped me out of my world and is exposing me to an experience that is terrifying and wrong and somehow…
“Good girl,” he praises me as I relax and show signs of submitting to this dark exploration. “I knew you’d be so pretty once you let go.”
His fingers continue to toy with me, using the wetness my body is producing to enable him to slide them inside me. The moment I feel him enter me, I go tense.
“Breathe,” he reminds me gently. “You’re holding your breath, baby.”
He speaks to me like a lover I have known for years, not a complete stranger who just woke me up out of a dead sleep.
I take another deep breath, but it quickly becomes shallow again as his fingers slip deeper, two of them exploring my pussy.
He pauses. “I’m not going to keep touching you if you won’t be a good girl and breathe for me.”
I don’t know how I got to this place. It has only been a matter of minutes since I woke up to this intruder and now he is convincing me to do as I am told. I try to breathe more evenly, but it is hard with the sensations he is stirring inside my body.
“Better,” he says, rewarding me by sliding his thumb over my clit, pressing down on that taut button while he continues to gently finger me. “You are already learning that is best to do as you are told. This will serve you in good stead over time, Laura.”
He knows my name. I wonder how.
“Who are you?”
I ask the question for the first time. I know he won’t tell me.
He’s wearing a balaclava so I cannot see his face.
I can barely even see his eyes. The room is so dark that he seems to simply have black pupils.
He’s a stranger so completely that I suspect even if I were to meet him in the clear light of day, I wouldn’t recognize him.
He’s stepped outside the good bounds of society and turned himself into a monster.
“You know who I am,” he says. “I am the man who is making you wish he would fuck you.”
The brash comment makes me want to deny it immediately, but he is not wrong.
I want more than his fingers. The more he plays with me, the more I want it.
My body is getting caught up in sensations, not caring about the context of this encounter.
As far as my flesh is concerned, this is a lover I am enjoying.
“No,” I say anyway, weakly. “I don’t want that.”
He pulls his fingers free of me and I let out an instant, involuntary moan.
“You don’t want this?” He purrs the question down at me with a knowledgeable lilt. “It feels like you are enjoying yourself for the first time in a long time, experiencing the touch of a man who knows how to make you feel good.”
God fucking dammit. I know I am not supposed to want this. It’s wrong to fuck strange men who break into your apartment in the middle of the night with obvious carnal intentions.
His finger drifts lightly up the seam of my lips. “It feels to me like you need this,” he says. “You’ve been craving a good, hard breeding for longer than you care to admit, and tonight I am going to do that to you. Now open your legs for me, and show me that you’re ready to be fucked.”
If I had to answer verbally, I’d deny wanting this. But I spread my legs just as he tells me to.
“Good girl,” he says, reaching down to his crotch. I watch as he slips his fly down and frees a long, thick, uncut cock that is already so fucking hard it seems monstrously large to me.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I whimper.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “You can take this. Your pussy is tight, but it is already incredibly wet. Spread your legs a little more for me, baby. Show me what I am about to fuck.”
I should resist, but I don’t. I spread my legs even wider.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he fists his cock and he slides up my bed, all the way next to my head. He grips my hair and holds me in place as he traces the head of his cock around my lips until they part and then he slides his rod into my mouth and starts to gently fuck my face.
“I’m going to teach you so many things,” he says. “I’m going to show you what it is to be used in all your holes, and you are going to love every moment of it, because you are a very naughty girl who needs to be bred.”
I can’t respond now. His cock is sliding all the way to the back of my throat. He holds it there for a moment, showing me how easily he can dominate me.
“Keep your legs open,” he warns me as I start to squirm. “I want them spread nice and wide. I want that pussy to stay on display while I fuck this sweet mouth.”
He starts to plunge in and out of my mouth, giving me a rougher fucking.
I can taste his pre-cum, a very specific, salty kind of taste that coats my tongue freshly on every stroke in and out.
This treatment is turning me on. The way he commands me to behave, and the way I do it, is quite unique to me.
I know I could be in danger if I do not do exactly as he says, but still I feel more arousal than fear.
He pulls out before he comes, his cock harder and more imposing than ever. He stands up next to the bed, grabs my leg and swings me around so my back is supported by the mattress, but my legs are pulled up and over his shoulders.