Stockholm's Syndrome

Chapter 3

After last time, when he had snuck into your apartment and woken you up by going down on you before fucking you senseless, you thought maybe you'd see him soon again. But you hadn't seen or heard from Dave in days, which had you in a funk. Not that you had any way of contacting him. Though you suspected he might have your phone number, he had his way with things. And he was unlike any other man you had ever been with.

But today was your birthday, and you had invited some friends over for dinner and drinks. Everyone had already arrived, the music was pumping, and the food was all prepped and laid out. Although you quickly realized you didn't have enough chairs for everyone if they wanted to sit down.

"Eat and drink; I'm just going to pop down to the basement to get some more chairs real quick. I'll be back in a second," you said before taking a sip of your drink and walking out of your apartment, skipping down the stairs to the basement, where your storage room was.

You opened the door to your storage but had difficulty finding the light switch. You let your hand slide over the wall in the dark until you found it, and that's when you saw him.

Dave was there, in your storage room.

"What the heck are you doing here?" You were confused. But before he answered or you could say anything else, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the tiny room, locking the door behind you.

"I wanted to wish you a happy fucking birthday. Now, why don't you let me give you your present?" He said it with a dark gleam in his eyes, and a devilish smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in and kissed you hard. He hadn't kissed you before.

His lips crashed against yours with such need and urgency. Slanting across yours, molding his lips against yours. His tongue licked along your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you granted it immediately. Parting your lips to let him in.
His hands roamed all over your body, gripping you tightly and pushing you harder against him. You could feel his growing erection through your thin dress as his lips continued their assault on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you, and mapping your mouth.

Gripping one of your legs, he hoisted it up and around his waist. The other hand moved in between you and slid your panties to the side before he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching in, he pulled out his now fully hard cock and dragged it through your already wet lips before he plunged inside in one hard thrust. You had been thinking about him all day, wondering when you would get to see him again.

And each time you thought about him, your pussy ached. Ached to be stretched and filled up by his perfect cock. Ached and wet for him just thinking about him. And now he was here, giving you what you wanted. What you needed.

"Fuck," he groaned as he leaned his head against your shoulder and took a moment to steady himself. "Fucking your tight pussy is all I've been able to think about all fucking day." He said, between thrusts as he began to move in and out of your slick pussy.

"But how did you know it was my birthday?" You asked, your words poured out of you as he began pumping into you.

"I know everything about you...your every move...who you talk to," he punched out as he thrust harder into you.

You should be scared; you really should. But for the life of you, you weren't. Quite the opposite, the fact that he was checking up on you—well, let's call it what it is, spying on you. It turned you on more than you cared to admit, even to yourself.

A knock at the door startled you, and you froze. He put a hand over your mouth to stop the moans from escaping as he continued to thrust into you, never once faltering in his pace.

"Hey birthday girl, do you need help? Is everything  okay?"Carrie, a friend from work, asked through the door. The door handle rattled as she tried to open the locked door. But Dave had locked it, so it didn't budge.