Stalker

Stalker

A/N: I have this recurring fantasy, and figured I\'d get it out on paper. Let me know if you like!

I have a stalker.

But I don\'t mind.

I hear the door swing open as he enters my room. I left it unlocked, as I always do. The bed groans under his weight, and I pretend to be asleep. He\'s not fooled, but he doesn\'t care. My breathing becomes labored as he settles his weight on top of me. He\'s not a huge man, but he\'s big enough. Well-toned and muscular for his frame, kind of like Eric Branas in Troy.

He kisses me, gently and lightly. I give up on the sleep ploy and kiss him back, deeply and fervently. I keep my eyes closed—I know the rules of the game. He can\'t be a stalker if I know who he is. Shoot, all the other people in my apartment complex have met my “husband” but me. He had free reign over the place, which I guess he should since he started paying my rent nearly a year ago when the stalking first began. At first...at first, I had been deathly afraid of him and had moved two or three times to get away, but he found me. He always found me.

But that\'s another story for another day, and right now, all I can think about is the feel of his pelvis on mine as he grinds me slowly into the mattress. He tastes sweet—like dark caramel and melted chocolate. I don\'t know how he does this, but I\'ve never complained and sample more of his slightly spicy flavor.

He\'s clothed, and he knows I don\'t like that, so I tug at the soft sweater he\'s wearing over well-worn and faded jeans. He understands and I feel him raise up and off of me to remove his shirt and pants—when he comes back down, he\'s completely hard and naked under my hands. I moan deeply into his mouth, and now it\'s my turn. He takes my turquoise Victoria\'s Secret nightie and flips it over my head to bare myself to him. I know what he\'ll see—smooth planes of unblemished cinammon skin, large aureola, and a neatly trimmed patch of velvet between my legs.

God, I wish that I could open my eyes.

At this point, I wouldn\'t care what he looked like—he\'s done things to me that I can\'t—wouldn\'t want to explain...

...but that I like anyhow.

His erection presses hard into my flesh, and I moan in desire. I want him so badly that I\'m already soaking wet—he doesn\'t have to do anything anymore. He tortures me anyway, slipping two digits into my passage and massaging the inside gently. He knows I like it rough, but tonight he wants to do me slowly. I don\'t object, there\'s plenty of time for the rough stuff.

He gently turns me onto my stomach and urges me to get on my hands and knees. I comply and do as requested, him pushing my back down so that my ass arches up into the air. He begins to play with my ass, smacking and rubbing it, stroking it lightly until I\'m literally purring in pleasure. I feel something cold on my crack, but it immediately warms up.

Hmmm...warming gel...

His fingers, large and full, begin slipping in and out of the tight ring of muscles in my backside. It hurt a little, as it always did, but I was rapidly relaxing as he scissored and stretched my hole. I loved it when he did this. I\'m an ass girl, myself, but somehow I don\'t think we\'re doing anal today. Anal sessions are always intense and concentrated. He\'s too relaxed for that.

I know better than to move until tells me to, and I exhale softly as he removes his digits from my rectum. No intense sessions today, gentle and relaxing...

...or not.

I jump as I feel a thick piece of metal being shoved into my mouth. It\'s hard and cold with ridged bumps at the end. It was a...bit?

He put a bit in my mouth...

I could feel slight leather straps being wrapped around my head and tightened. Then something heavy was placed on my back...a saddle?

A saddle...on my back...

This was kinky, even for him, but I had to admit that I was wetter than I had ever been. I closed my eyes as I felt his arms come down and around me to connect two long leather straps to the saddle. He pulled it tight and my head jerked up—they were connected somehow, so that he would be able to...ride me efficiently.

Oh God...

But my stalker wasn\'t done yet. Our earlier foreplay wasn\'t for naught. Just as I thought he was done, I could feel myself being stretched and a large, thick plug was placed snugly into my bottom. It felt...wonderful.

I squirmed a bit, almost neighed for him because I was so ready to be fucked.

“Patience, lilac.”

He called me that sometimes. It was my favorite flower, and I loved hearing it off of his lips. Off of his lips, it was deep and sensual...dirty almost...

I could hear him fumbling in the background, and then heard something click with a sharp metallic snap. I hoped that it wasn\'t for me.

Large hands snuck around my middle and came down in a smooth arc against my clitoris. I jumped, this time in passion as my entire body lit with liquid fire. He pulled me back to kiss me, long and deep to muffle my scream as he placed the clamp onto my engorged and hypersensitive clitoris.

It hurt. So much that tears were streaming down my face. I wanted to beg him to take it off, but I knew he wouldn\'t. And I also knew he would make the pain worth my while.

I could hear him grunt in satisfaction behind me. I was ready. Placing a hand on the hilt of the thick leather saddle, and another on the leather straps to my bit, he eased himself into me from behind.

I chomped on the bit tighter as he entered me, the sensation of filling taking on whole new dimensions from the plug in my ass, the bit in my mouth, and the clip on my clit. I could hear him hiss in satisfaction as he filled me, my thighs jerking in response.

God, he feels good.

But I can\'t tell him that, can\'t tell him anything with the metal obstruction in my mouth.

He starts a slow pace of deep thrusts, pushing in until he reaches my limit, and pulling out to the tip.

Deep stroke.

Agonizing pleasure.

I rock backwards to his thrusts, pressing him against my cervix, but I don\'t care. I\'m used to it by now, and I also know that it turns him on—feeling that he\'s filling me to my limit, that no one could claim what he\'d claimed or go where he\'d go.

But luckily, they don\'t last long. He begins to speed up, his dick punching into me now—hard and defined designed to shake me with each thrust. He jerks the bridle tightly so that my back snaps back each time he lunges forward and I can barely hold onto my consciousness. He seems to sense that and jerks me so hard that I yelp behind the restraints.

“You won\'t pass out and you won\'t cum until I say you can. Understand?”

I nod and he releases me, letting me fall face-first into the bed as he tightens his grip on the reigns again. He\'s losing control—I can feel it as he pulls the restraints to their limit. The entire bed is shaking with his thrusts, and he\'s drilling so hard now I think he\'ll go right through my cervix. The hand on the tip of the leather saddle dips and grazes my pinched clitoris and I scream—pain rebounding in my body so completely that it wipes out every sensation of pleasure I had been getting so far.

But all in all, I was still having the ride of my life.

“God—damn—it—”

It was getting increasingly hard to not pass out, and I was trying to concentrate on getting enough oxygen into my lungs. He was swearing now, which was a good indication that he was almost ready. I decided to test him, undulating my hips up to brush against his pelvis and balls.

Big mistake.

“DID I FUCKING SAY YOU COULD MOVE?!!”

I saw stars—or would have seen them anyway—as he jerked on both the saddle and the restraint at the same time, pulling me back onto his rock hard dick so hard my entire left side jerked uncontrollably. I screamed—screamed, it felt so...wonderful.

I wanted to cum so badly, but he wouldn\'t let me. I lost track of time as he began pounding again until I just couldn\'t take it anymore and let myself fall limp. As soon as I did that, he came—I guess he was waiting for me to tell him he\'d won. He pulsed hard inside of me, and I knew I\'d have to change the sheets in the morning. I moved slightly and he cursed again, crushing my head into the pillow.

“I\'ll teach you the consequences of not listening to me.”

I\'m too tired...

But I guess I wasn\'t, because as soon as his left hand dipped below my waist and ripped off the clitoris clip, I screamed bloody murder and came all over his waiting hand. He bent down to lap between my legs greedily—he always did that, said I tasted good when I came, like glazed apples and honey.

I didn\'t know you could come so many times from one act. He hadn\'t touched me again and I was well onto my third orgasm—no fourth as he finally did touch me, kissing me softly and deeply on the lips.

“God Raven, you\'re so beautiful...”

I only nod numbly as he gently removes the bit and saddle and whispers to me, already falling into the vast inkiness of sleep. He would be gone in the morning, but that was OK. He\'d be back, finding me somewhere during the day or night to stalk me again. A smile played across my lips as I drifted.

Yes, my stalker would be back and I\'d be waiting.

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