Chapter 5 #4
“No,” I whimper, though it’s not really true. I am absolutely yearning for him. My arousal has made any sensible concerns about this predicament completely melt away. I’m not thinking anymore. I’m just feeling.
“Naughty little liar,” he says, pleased, as he pushes the head of his cock inside me, following that up with one long stroke that goes deep and hard.
The moan I make as I feel my wet inner walls spread for him betrays me completely.
It feels so fucking good. This is the best sex of my life.
I have never been this mentally and emotionally engaged in fucking before.
In previous relationships it felt like I was being pumped and used and just sort of there for the whole experience like I had to be.
It’s weird that this is sex I’ve barely agreed to, but I want it far more than the sex I was supposed to want. There’s probably something worth examining there once my fucking brain works again. Right now I am being held in place and absolutely railed by an evil bastard who is hunting me for sex.
He reaches under me and starts toying with my clit.
“Don’t you dare come,” he says as he does absolutely everything that will make me come all at once.
The only thing saving me is that we only just got started, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.
I suddenly have a lot of sympathy for guys who come quick because I think I’m going to… oh, fuck…
I clamp my lips together and try not to make a sound as I orgasm, but the shaking of my body and the tight gripping of my spasming pussy gives me away and earns me a whole flurry of sharp slaps.
“So naughty,” he scolds, delighted. “You just can’t behave yourself, can you? I tell you not to come and you automatically orgasm just to defy me?”
He pinches my clit lightly and sinks his cock all the way inside me, holding me there on his cock through the last tremors of my illicit climax.
“I’m going to have to keep punishing you,” he says.
I hear a click from something that he just took out of his pocket. I only have to wonder what it is for a second because I can feel the unmistakable sensation of good quality lube being rubbed into my butthole by an insistent thumb.
“No!” I squeak.
“Yes,” he growls, pushing the tip of his thumb into my ass and sinking it into the first knuckle as he continues fucking me, his other hand gripping the back of my neck and pushing me face down into the pillow.
I am so completely wrapped up in the experience of being fucked and claimed that for a good while I am barely aware of anything besides the fact that I am being used and taken back to the brink of orgasm.
I come.
And I come again.
He uses my ass gently along with my pussy, and I know he’s training me to take his cock and one day I will feel that thick cock in my ass too, and there won’t be anything I can do about that when it happens. I am completely under his control.
I feel myself being flipped over, his thumb leaving my ass as he turns me over on my back and pulls me up against him, my legs over his shoulders as he thrusts deep and hard inside me over and over, spanking my pussy with light little slaps that make my clit tingle.
I am able to look into his eyes and connect with him somehow.
It’s a strange feeling, to be so intimate with a complete stranger.
I’ve never been one for casual sex, which would be the only other way to be so intimate with someone I don’t know.
There’s nothing casual about this, though, or him.
His gaze is locked on me as he pumps slowly into me.
I know he’s on the verge of coming. I can feel the control he’s exerting over himself not to spill himself inside me right now.
“You’re always so good when my cock is inside you,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly with arousal. “I love feeling you submit properly and naturally. You know you’re mine, don’t you, Laura. You may not know who I am. But you know damn well that you are owned.”
“Yes,” I moan softly as he rubs my clit in circles as he fucks me hard in one last crescendo of sexual frenzy.
I could stay in this moment forever, but it can only last another minute or two before he is over me, kissing me deeply as he spends himself inside me, pumping cum deep into my well-fucked pussy.
We stay like that for a good long few minutes, before his cock starts to soften and slide from me, a hot trickle of his cum seeping out of me as he slips out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he stands up, tucking his cock back into his pants.
He instantly looks back in control, well dressed, fully clothed. Meanwhile I am spread-eagled on the bed dripping his cum, and feeling barely coherent. He’s fucked me into a state where I just want to sleep. I am absolutely exhausted.
“Before I go, I’ll take out the trash,” he says, crouching down and reaching under the bed. He pulls out a big object wrapped in rope. At first I don’t realize what it is. Then I sit up and see a familiar man with a bloodied face.
“Dave!” I gasp in shock. “You… fucked me with my ex under the bed?”
“I know, twisted, isn’t it. I think this will be a good lesson for him.” The stalker kicks him in the gut casually, then grabs the ropes and starts dragging him out of the room.
“What are you going to do with him?” I call out, getting up on my knees. “Don’t kill him! He’s stupid but he doesn’t deserve to die!”
“He tried to protect you from an intruder,” my stalker says. “And that’s the only reason he’s not dead right now. Go to bed, Laura. I will see you tomorrow, and you will want to be well rested when you see me.”
I sit back down on the bed, absolutely befuddled as my stalker drags my ex out of my apartment and out of my life forever.