Reluctant engagements 3 (sexual assaults) (manipulation)

I watch Angie from my window for another week. Regularly jerking off while watching her. Sometimes using her lip gloss to coat my cock before I do.

But not this morning. This morning I’m watching for her. The snow storm last night dropped quite a few inches and it’s 10 degrees out there. She’ll be freezing, I’m sure.

When I see her walking down the street towards the bus stop, I hurriedly pour another cup of coffee in another mug and walk briskly, as to not spill the coffee, to the elevator. I take it down to the main floor and walk to the door.

“Angie!” I call out to her. It takes a few tries and some motion since she wears those headphones. She looks to me and waves. I hold up the cup of coffee and nod for her to come over.

I’m ecstatic when she does.

“This is for you. Thought you might be cold.” I say handing her the mug and stepping back so she can come in.

“Thank you! That’s sweet.” She says and holds the mug, letting the heat warm her hands.

“You know, I’m always up this time of day. You’re more than welcome to wait in my apartment and have a cup of coffee for the bus if you want. You can see all the way down the street to know when it’s coming.” I say pointing up towards my apartment.

“Oh, thank you. That’s nice.” She says awkwardly.

Shit….too familiar. That made her uncomfortable not flattered.

“If you wanted.” I say again as if that made it better.

“How’s your nose?” She asks changing the subject.

Smart girl. “So good! Much better. Thank you!” I say and take a drink of my coffee in unison with her. “How’s Billy?” I ask with that being my only thing to ask about.

She giggles, “Billy is good. He’s ok, thanks for asking.” She says with a big grin and nodding.

I can’t help but notice how when you’re feeling charmed you do this thing where you look away for a flicker before looking me in the eye. It’s enchanting.

The bus rumbles down the street and she abruptly says, “oh! The bus!” As if she had forgotten why she was even here.
“Yeah, the bus.”
The fucking bus
“Here, let text you that way you have my number. If you want a…full cup of coffee instead of the few sips you got today. You can text me and come on up.” I say handing her a business card out of my pocket.

“It’s supposed to be colder tomorrow, so…ya know. Think about it.” I say as she hands me her mug and takes the card from me.

She smiles and says thank you and I’ll think about it with a wink as she runs across the street to the bus.

I huff as she leaves, I watch the bus pull away and then head back upstairs. I set my mug down and take hers to where I keep her lip gloss.

I wait the whole day for her to come home. It’s dark and most everyone is home in their warm clothes in front of the tv. But I wait dressed in a white hoodie, white ski mask, and white snow pants behind a giant snow mound that the plow trucks left earlier today. It’s snowing again so I blend in ok.

The bus runs late as she’s dropped off and she starts to walk home. I wait until the bus pulls away before I come out and begin to come up behind her.

The row of hedge bushes and mounds of snow proved to be useful in hiding my attack. I was able to clamp my hand over her mouth and wrap my arm around her waist and leap sideways into deep snow under the brush.

I whispered in her ear in low tone that if she moved I’d cut her throat. Of course I wouldn’t but I needed to scare her so I could see her more often.

She began to sob weakly and offered no resistance. I pulled my hard cock out and began humping her round ass. One hand stayed over her mouth and the other I slipped up her shirt.

I teased her nipple as she cried and once I came all over her ass, I stole her bag and told her if she ever told anyone, I would come to her house and rape her. I told her I had her ID and I’d find her easily.

Then I ran. I didn’t go directly home. First I hid behind a dumpster behind a shitty diner around the corner. I went through her bag, her phone, everything she had. Once I thought she was had certainly gone home, I tossed the phone in the dumpster and then went home myself.

It was perfect. She’ll be terrified and need me to protect her every day and night. I’ll walk her home. I’ll even walk her to the bus stop.

I stretch out out on my bed with a smug satisfaction. Pretty soon I’ll even be making us dinner.

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