Stranger Danger *CW CNC / Rape*

It was past midnight when she finally got home. The apartment was dark, only the streetlights yellow glow lighting her path from the front door to the kitchen, where she tossed her bag onto the tiny marble island. It had been a day. All she wanted was a glass of wine, a hot bath, and a murder podcast. She hummed to herself, uncorking a bottle of shiraz, not even bothering to turn on the lights. She knew her way around this place like the back of her hand. The familiarity made her not even question the additional creaks of the floorboards behind her. It wasn’t until a muscular arm locked around her waist that she even realized someone else was there.

“Don’t make a sound.” The voice was deep, his stubbled chin raking over her neck as his teeth punctuated the sentence with a viscous bite to her earlobe.

She froze, bottle opener falling to the counter with a clatter.

“Move.” He walked behind her, shoving her into the living room.

Her hips hit the back of the couch. “Please don’t hurt me.”

He didn’t answer. Instead he pinned her to the couch, reaching up and tearing her blouse open, ripping the delicate silk as he tugged it off her body. Her bra was next – the flimsy lace tearing like tissue. He grabbed her breasts, the coarse skin of his palms rough against her skin, her nipples hardening in rebellion.

“What do you want from me?” She asked, her breath coming in gasps.

Her pants were next. Designer slacks she’d gotten just for work torn open and yanked down her thighs.

He growled when he saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. He bent quickly and pulled her pants completely off.

She stood naked in her living room, the fully clothed man behind her. She didn’t scream – didn’t try to get away. She could tell just from the strength in his arms that she’d never win in a fight.

He went back to assaulting her breasts, his fingertips yanking on her nipples, his teeth dragging along her throat.

He gripped the back of her neck and shoved her face into the pillows lining the back of the couch. He used his other hand to pry her legs apart.

From there, he tortured her.

Fingers plunged into her pussy only to withdraw and rub her clit in hard, painful circles. His mouth was everywhere, biting her neck, shoulders, and back.

She hated herself for it, but she was getting wet. Wet enough that she groaned when he entered here again.

“You like that, you little slut.” It was a statement, not a question. He fucked her mercilessly with three fingers before withdrawing.

She heard the telltale sound of a belt unbuckling and denim hitting the ground. She screamed but he cut her off with a hand slapped over her mouth.

He entered her roughly, his cock hard as rock, stretching and filling her completely. He kept his hand in her mouth, the other pressed firmly against her lower stomach, holding her in place. His fingers were just long enough to still reach her clit. He rolled it between his fingers as he drove into her again and again.

She closed her eyes and groaned, fear battling complete and utter pleasure. She could hardly believe it when she felt the orgasm swirling around her stomach. She came hard, clenching around his cock, trying desperately not to cry out.

“I knew it. You filthy fucking whore.” His teeth clamped down on her shoulder and slammed into her once, twice, three times before shuddering and collapsing onto her back.

He pulled out leaving her standing there with cum dripping down her legs. He yanked up his pants and strode toward her bathroom. “I’m getting in the shower. Bring the wine to bed.”

She smiled and straightened up. She always loved the night her boyfriend got home from a business trip.

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