She was woken up by the sound of someone breathing. At first, she thought it was just the wind sneaking through the windows of the old apartment; she could still hear the storm outside. But as she became more alert, she realised the sound was coming from the other side of her room, near the closet. Trying to keep her breathing slow and deliberate, she reached over to quietly grab her phone. She turned on the flashlight and quickly shined it in the direction of the sound. For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of black, on the chair that was in the corner. She screamed. Her red hair had dried while she was asleep and was now a wavy mess around her shoulders. The sheets had fallen off her torso, exposing her breasts. She quickly looked around the room. All the windows were shut, the door was shut.
Throwing of the rest of her sheets, she got up to check the closet. She walked slowly, knowing there would be no way she would sleep if she didn’t check. She was breathing fast, her chest pounding, as she reached for the closet door. Grabbing the handle, she opened the door, almost pulling it off the hinges. Shining the light, there was nothing there except for her normal mess of clothing and shoes. “For fuck’s sake,” she whispered, and closed the door. That’s when she felt the hand on the back of her neck, and her hair was brushed off her shoulder. She froze, she couldn’t react. It was like she was stuck in place.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt someone’s breath in her ear. The hand pulling her hair pulled it tight, forcing her neck to be exposed. Before she could react, she felt someone bite her on the base of her neck, and she heard a muffled laugh.
Suddenly realising what was happening, she threw her elbow back, catching the intruder in the stomach, causing him to recoil. She turned around. The lights had dimmed as soon as her neck had been bitten, so it was difficult to see, but she could make out a silhouette in front of the window.
The laughing started again. “What are you doing here?!” she screamed, walking backwards, nowhere to go except against the closet door. The figure just kept quietly laughing as he slowly walked towards her. “What do you want?!” she asked, but there was no reply. Her heart was beating insanely fast, she had nowhere to go, and had no way to escape. Finally, the figure stopped.
“I can’t believe I let you catch me off guard,” he whispered in a deep and gravelly voice. Taking another step forward, she meekly said, “don’t come near me. What do you want?” He laughed. “What else do you think I want? I don’t spend my time following anyone around just for the laugh. I’ve been watching you for a while now. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Hearing his voice, she doubted that.
“What do you mean nothing to be afraid of?!,” she whispered, angry at how pathetic her voice sounded. She heard him laugh again. She tried to focus on his face, but the lights were throwing too many shadows. “You don’t recognize my voice?” He asked, teasing as he took another small step towards her. “We must address that problem later,” he growled. She felt her stomach tighten, her nipples harden, her breath catch in her throat. She pushed herself up against the closet doors as hard as she could, feeling utterly exposed and frightened. Her blue eyes were wide, but they were staring at him.
He growled again. “Right now, I believe you have something for me, and I know you’ve been thinking about it. I have been watching you while lay on this bed pleasuring yourself, I know what you think about when you do. When you moan, I hear it. As you fall over the climax, I feel the pleasure flow off you as you grab the bedsheets and I watch as your body tenses. I watch your nipples contract as you sigh out your pleasure. And now, I want to feel it, taste it, absorb it. Don’t be afraid.”
Her eyes wide, she asked stammered, “You watch me?” He chuckled to himself. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. I want more than to watch you now.” As he said this, he took two fast steps forward and pushed her against the closet door, grabbing her neck and holding her in place. Their eyes locked and she saw his face. He had thick, wavy black hair and dark, piercing eyes. He had a wicked grin on his face as he squeezed her neck. She could hardly breathe. Their eyes were level as he pushed his whole body against hers, using his body weight to smother her against the door.
She tried to scream, but he squeezed her throat harder, leaned in and roughly kissed her. Her eyes remained open and wide, but she did not try to squirm away. Something about his eyes triggered a memory, but she couldn’t quite place it. It was almost hypnotizing. His hand around her neck released a little as his kiss deepened, his tongue roughly exploring her mouth. He bit her lip, forcing her to open her mouth, letting his tongue explore. Something about him felt familiar, the smell of his scent brought up a vague but arousing memory. She still couldn’t place it. But she didn’t struggle against his grip. He pulled away suddenly, keeping her pushed against the door. “Hmm,” he murmured, as he continued to stare into her eyes.
He released her neck, and she tried to push herself off the door, but he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head with his left hand. She was tall, but she couldn’t believe he could pin her so tight with just one hand. She felt her skin cool where his fingers grasped her flesh. His right hand gently traced the lines of her jaw, up to her left ear. He kept staring, and she thought she saw a flash of red in his eyes.
He could feel heat pulsing off her body and gave her a mischievous grin. Suddenly, his body was pushed against hers again and he bit her ear lobe. She couldn’t control her response and moaned in surprised. His tongue teased her ear as his breath tickled her. She felt herself respond to his touch, heat spread through her, her skin become taught. She couldn’t understand how a stranger could stalk her, appear in her bedroom, and get her body to respond like this. Becoming angry with herself, she opened her eyes and tried to remove her hands from his grip. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled in her ear. “Don’t. Why are you fighting this?”
She kept squirming in his grip, until he growled. “Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t care if you struggle, in fact I fucking love it, but don’t make me hurt you. Admit it, you like being helpless.” He kissed her again, this time biting her lip firmly, drawing blood. She yelped, but somehow his cool lips quelled the pain. It was only now that she realised she was fully naked, pinned against the door, while he was still clothed. As she thought this, he laughed into their kiss. “You’re right, perhaps we could make things a little more even.” He stepped back and it was the first time she could see him. He was absolutely stunning, with thick black hair, piercing eyes, and wide shoulders. He was wearing a tight, button-down black shirt, and black pants that fit perfectly. Her eyes lingered over his crotch, she noticed that he had also responded to their struggle. She felt herself blush, embarrassed. Her arms at her side, she looked away.
However, she caught herself grinning while she bit her lower lip. “Come here,” he commanded. She knew she should not disobey, looking into his eyes again, seeing that red flash. His face was serious, his eyes piercing her. She obeyed. She walked over to him and stood staring into his eyes. She wanted to rip his clothes off and throw him on the bed, but she just stood there. He laughed again, “go ahead, but I’m in charge”. She started unbuttoning his shirt, running her fingers through his chest hair, touching his shoulders, and fighting the urge to bite him.
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