🎀Short Smut🎀

The Stalker

You were coming home from work as a babysitter and it was dark. It was around 10pm and there were barely any people. You felt a cold breeze so you stop and turn around but there was no one. I shrug it off, thinking you were just exhausted. Finally you come home and shower, changing into your favorite short, red nightgown. You open your window to get some fresh air in and leave it like that when you go to bed. Soon, you fall asleep, dreaming of a faceless man.

You felt a gentle touch on your cheek, making you turn around and snuggle closer to your big body pillow. The caressing continues, sliding to your hair and stroking it gently. Soon, you realize it was not your pillow...

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the moonlight. You spot a man in a black hoodie, his face blurred due to the shadows and your head in his lap. You immedietly jump up, trying to get as far away from him as possible. "Who are you?! And why are you in my house?!", you yell, trying to act tough. He gets up and slowly walks to the other side of the bed, where you were. You notice he was very tall. He gets close and whispers: "I'm not gonna tell you how I got in... As for who I am...", he whispers in a low, deep, husky voice, "... I'm your owner...".

You crawl backwards as he starts to crawl towards you. You were terrified, having so many questions. The moonlight finally shines across his face, revealing a gorgeous sharp jawline, hazel eyes, and fluffy brown hair, falling over his dark eyebrows. You gulp, seeing that your soon to be raper was quite good looking. He smirks at your fear, shifting closer and smelling your hair. "God, you smell like vanilla and cinamon... My favorite... I can't wait to claim you as mine...", he whispers in your ear, causing goosebumps to errupt over your whole body.

He starts to kiss your neck and you try to push him off by punching his chest and yelling: "No, stop! Get away from me!", obviously in denial, but he didn't have the patience. He took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head, making you gasp and struggle immedietly. He just chuckles and keeps kissing your neck, his other hand sliding up and down your side. As you kept struggling, you unvolunteraly let out a moan, causing him to look up with a wide grin.

"Moaning already? I barely started... Moan again and I'll give you a reason to moan, yeah?", he threatens, clearly wanting to edge you. He then looks around and tries to look for something, obviously already orriented with your whole house. "Don't you dare move... Or else...", he whispers lowly and gets up and goes to the drawer, taking a pair of handcuffs out.

You gulp and try to make a run for the door but he was too fast, already pinning you down on the bed in no time. You groan and he handcuffs you to the bed, making you squirm even more. You breathing quickens, knowing you was helpless now and totally at his mercy. He leans down and kisses his way down your neck to your collarbone, sliding the straps of your nightgown off with his teeth. Your heart was pounding, but now it was mostly with lust, need and desire. You were getting hornier with each touch of his lips, each flick of his tongue against your bare skin.

He slid his tongue down your upper chest, pulling my nightgown off, only to see you didn't have a bra on. He smirks even wider and teases with his tongue right around your nipples, making you let out another little moan. He heard it and looked up, his smirk gone, replaced by a cold glare. "What did I say about moaning? Huh? Huh?", he whispers dangerously, getting up in your face. "You want a punishment?", he asks, making your body shiver. "No...", you whisper, your breath shaky with need. "Then be a good girl... And stay quiet for me...".

He goes back down, teasing your nipple with the tip of his tongue. After he sees that you were quiet, he started sucking on it. You struggle to stay quiet but you fight through it, biting your lip to keep quiet.

He decides to take it a step further and slides his tongue down your body, all the way to your lower abdomen. He looks up at you and smirks at your frustration. He kisses his way to the elastic of your panties and kisses the wet material, right above your pussy. He teases your sensitive clit, making you let out a small whimper. "Tsk, tsk, tsk... Is it that hard to be obedient?", he asks but let's it slide.