This man, whoever he is, has ripped me out of my world and is exposing me to an experience that is terrifying and wrong and somehow…
“Good girl,” he praises me as I relax and show signs of submitting to this dark exploration. “I knew you’d be so pretty once you let go.”
His fingers continue to toy with me, using the wetness my body is producing to enable him to slide them inside me. The moment I feel him enter me, I go tense.
“Breathe,” he reminds me gently. “You’re holding your breath, baby.”
He speaks to me like a lover I have known for years, not a complete stranger who just woke me up out of a dead sleep.
I take another deep breath, but it quickly becomes shallow again as his fingers slip deeper, two of them exploring my pussy.
He pauses. “I’m not going to keep touching you if you won’t be a good girl and breathe for me.”
I don’t know how I got to this place. It has only been a matter of minutes since I woke up to this intruder and now he is convincing me to do as I am told. I try to breathe more evenly, but it is hard with the sensations he is stirring inside my body.
“Better,” he says, rewarding me by sliding his thumb over my clit, pressing down on that taut button while he continues to gently finger me. “You are already learning that is best to do as you are told. This will serve you in good stead over time, Laura.”
He knows my name. I wonder how.
“Who are you?”
I ask the question for the first time. I know he won’t tell me. He’s wearing a balaclava so I cannot see his face. I can barely even see his eyes. The room is so dark that he seems to simply have black pupils. He’s a stranger so completely that I suspect even if I were to meet him in the clear light of day, I wouldn’t recognize him. He’s stepped outside the good bounds of society and turned himself into a monster.
“You know who I am,” he says. “I am the man who is making you wish he would fuck you.”
The brash comment makes me want to deny it immediately, but he is not wrong. I want more than his fingers. The more he plays with me, the more I want it. My body is getting caught up in sensations, not caring about the context of this encounter. As far as my flesh is concerned, this is a lover I am enjoying.
“No,” I say anyway, weakly. “I don’t want that.”
He pulls his fingers free of me and I let out an instant, involuntary moan.
“You don’t want this?” He purrs the question down at me with a knowledgeable lilt. “It feels like you are enjoying yourself for the first time in a long time, experiencing the touch of a man who knows how to make you feel good.”
God fucking dammit. I know I am not supposed to want this. It’s wrong to fuck strange men who break into your apartment in the middle of the night with obvious carnal intentions.
His finger drifts lightly up the seam of my lips. “It feels to me like you need this,” he says. “You’ve been craving a good, hard breeding for longer than you care to admit, and tonight I am going to do that to you. Now open your legs for me, and show me that you’re ready to be fucked.”
If I had to answer verbally, I’d deny wanting this. But I spread my legs just as he tells me to.
“Good girl,” he says, reaching down to his crotch. I watch as he slips his fly down and frees a long, thick, uncut cock that is already so fucking hard it seems monstrously large to me.
“Oh, my fucking god,” I whimper.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “You can take this. Your pussy is tight, but it is already incredibly wet. Spread your legs a little more for me, baby. Show me what I am about to fuck.”
I should resist, but I don’t. I spread my legs even wider.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he fists his cock and he slides up my bed, all the way next to my head. He grips my hair and holds me in place as he traces the head of his cock around my lips until they part and then he slides his rod into my mouth and starts to gently fuck my face.
“I’m going to teach you so many things,” he says. “I’m going to show you what it is to be used in all your holes, and you are going to love every moment of it, because you are a very naughty girl who needs to be bred.”
I can’t respond now. His cock is sliding all the way to the back of my throat. He holds it there for a moment, showing me how easily he can dominate me.
“Keep your legs open,” he warns me as I start to squirm. “I want them spread nice and wide. I want that pussy to stay on display while I fuck this sweet mouth.”
He starts to plunge in and out of my mouth, giving me a rougher fucking. I can taste his pre-cum, a very specific, salty kind of taste that coats my tongue freshly on every stroke in and out. This treatment is turning me on. The way he commands me to behave, and the way I do it, is quite unique to me. I know I could be in danger if I do not do exactly as he says, but still I feel more arousal than fear.
He pulls out before he comes, his cock harder and more imposing than ever. He stands up next to the bed, grabs my legand swings me around so my back is supported by the mattress, but my legs are pulled up and over his shoulders.
