Should Have Known Better
Don't trust strangers. Not even strangers who smile.
You let him hold your hands once, helping you on the way home. The warmth of your skin has become his obsession, and if you won't take care of yourself, well, he'll just have to do it for you.
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"Shh, shh, shh..." His breath on my neck makes me shiver.
His hand firmly placed on the middle of my back means I can't do much more than squirm as I realize what's happening. He must have tied up my hands while I was passed out as I can't separate my wrists and there's something tight and cold digging into my skin.
Tears prick my eyes. I'm scared, the world is oddly muttered and my thoughts coming slower than I'm used to.
Last I remember, I was headed home on the bus late night, talking to that guy who takes that route about as often as I did. We were friendly, he seemed nice. He always worried about me being out too late, telling me to look out for weirdos. He walked me home sometimes, just to make sure I got back safe. I won't lie, I liked him but haven't worked up the nerve to ask for his number.
That wasn't last night though. Last night I'd been exhausted, practically falling asleep mid-conversation.
He looked almost mad at me, sounded it too. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"I guess not." I half-laughed. He doesn't seem to think it's funny.
"Drink some water before you pass out on me. I think it's about time to take you home."
How could I have been so tired that those words didn't even strike me as strange? That I'd take a drink from a stranger I barely even know the name of? That I'd let him follow me home?
What a stupid girl.
All his weight is on me, pinning me to the bed. It feels like there's no escape, he's my entire world now whether I like it or not. The panic tells me I'm trapped, that louder voice says I've always wanted this. I need to feel crushed and used.
Now he was saying, "That's right. Don't fight it."
I hadn't even realized my arms stopped fighting once I recognized his voice.
"The handcuffs are just for your safety, if you behave we won't need them forever."
Forever?
But his hands have moved on from my back. His fingers dig into the flesh my thighs and pull me flush against his hips. I'm wet. I hear the stickiness of my thighs and it makes my whole chest burn with an intense feeling of shame and an echoing ache of need deep.
"Needy fucking cunt, huh doll face. I fucking knew it."
"No!" I manage to whine out. As my reward he leans over, slapping his hand over my mouth.
With one rough thrust, like he was waiting for my groggy protest, he penetrates. An explosive moan bursts out of me. I can't help it. The burn of stretching makes my toes curl. That dark sick laughter he lets out tells me he knows what he's doing to me, he can feel the pulse of my pussy and that my body is enamored.
Ruthlessly pounded into the mattress from behind, every slap of his hips feels like a brand into my soul. I'll never forget this, he's a part of me now even if I should hate it. Every inch of me cries when that cock threatens to leave me unfilled for even a moment.
I cum, terribly, terribly hard. Thighs shaking, chest heaving. He's still in me and I just can't stop quaking on his cock. If he thrusts again I don't know if I'll weep or just pass out.
Of course, he hasn't released yet. He brands me again and my vision blurs. Soft broken noises of pleasure fog my breaths. I can't keep my eyes open.
"That's right, go back to sleep. I'll take everything I need from you, and you don't have to worry about a thing at all..."
As terrible as it sounds, my core tightens. in my sleep he'll breed me. If I'm lucky he'll leave after that. But something tells me this isn't just a nightmare, and in the morning his won't just be the ghostly touch of a wet dream.
The heavy weight of the handcuffs, hot now though no less restrictive, promises to hold me there for as long as he desires. No longer, no shorter. And if he's telling the truth, it sounds like he's keeping me for a long time.
But, well, doesn't every girl want a man who will stay forever?
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