1 comments/ 74887 views/ 15 favorites Psycho By: itscalledhazing ***Just to clarify this is a made up story, all characters are over the age of 18 and are fictional, please leave comments at the bottom otherwise I would not know where to improve. This story was painstakingly edited by RexBrookdale*** There Melanie sat, her head in her hands as she desperately tried to work out what she should do, flee or her follow her morals. How the hell did she get into this position? Well it is down to two 19 year old men, Dan and Jimmy and their devious minds. Since neither of them were blessed in the looks department they had trouble with the ladies, first at school then later when both of them sat jobless at home. To say that both of them were bastards is probably being too kind to them. Dan tall, pale, spotty and had the most intense eyes ever seen outside of the reptile family. Jimmy on the other hand was shorter, and was average in pretty much every single way, save for his rather unsightly pot belly. Lacking in funds he wore hand-me-downs from his skinner taller brother, his hair was cut by his alcoholic mother he was lucky to have his ears still in tact, though his hair was dirty blonde he had a bright ginger beard in short he looked ridiculous, perfect fodder for bullies. So they both became crafty in their ways to get close to woman way out of their league. Quickly they realised that they could achieve accidental gropes in public areas. The busy crowds on the trains gave perfect opportunity for a pinch of an ass or a touch of a breast only to feign clumsiness. When people have two choices yet they see only one available is when they are most susceptible to be manipulated. This is the setup Dan and Jimmy strove to achieve. Their minds worked overtime to find a good enough plan, not just to get laid but to get an attractive woman at the same time. The woman of choice in their mind, a shop owner that Dan had come across first and since that day he had been back every day since to look at her and start pointless conversations with. The shop owner in question was Melanie: a fashion graduate and a rich daddy's girl meant that she had the perfect grounding to open her own ladies' fashion shop in a busy city. Unlike some who design clothes Melanie was neither ugly nor plastic: thanks to her mother she had natural beauty. She had bright blonde hair, and big brown eyes that added to her beauty, sizeable breasts, and a soft curve to her buttocks. Like many in the fashion industry she was very eco-conscience, wanting no carbon footprint and organic clothes, all in all she just a very nice girl. Melanie had never dreamed that Dan who came into her shop asking about clothes for his girlfriend was in fact just lusting after her body, whilst she explained the process of organic cotton. As she talked, Dan's mind wandered; he fantasized about bending her over the counter and pounding her from behind. Getting Jimmy to agree to the target took little work after seeing her run to her shop in time to open it. Her bouncing breasts took Jimmy's breath away as he too had constant dreams in which he had her at his beck and call. Their moment of genius came to them one day while watching a comedy for the umpteenth time; one they had seen several times as youngsters. They would never have dreamed of its impact on their lives. The particular scene that caught their attention was when the bumbling detective was accusing a funeral procession of hiding hidden treasure when in fact it was a funeral and as usual he was confused. It was up to the detective's assistant to get him out of trouble which he duly did by pretending that his superior was insane and thus had no control over his actions. A touch offensive, maybe, but very effective. If it could work on film why not in real life? Jimmy was the first to think about using this for their sex con game: find the right situation and make it look authentic. Hell they have hidden camera shows all the time, he reasoned. He told his plan to Dan, and after intense scrutiny they felt they could use it. The question of morality, of tricking a gullible woman, quickly flew out the window at the chance for a fuck. Jimmy's plan was simple: one of them would enter the shop on a quiet day near closing time, then the other would call the store to 'warn' Melanie there was a mentally unstable man in her shop and it was her duty to keep him there until the cops could arrive to take him away. She would be told to do whatever it took to make sure he didn't leave. And that 'whatever' was the most attractive bit of the plan. Jimmy had at first thought their plan was water tight: what could go wrong? But he realized there was indeed a lot of risk involved. He could see how fine the line was, between total success and complete failure. but if everything could slot into place then the rewards would be sky high for him. Out of the two of them Dan was the unlucky one, he had been visiting her in the shop several times just to see her face yet this was his downfall. Melanie would recognize him, and though she was naïve, even she would not have bought it. So Dan reluctantly agreed that he would have to forego this encounter. Thus it fell to Jimmy, who'd barely spoken to a woman without his knees giving way, to try and trick a woman into fucking him. Jimmy was ready made for the part. He was fitted up to look like he had walked in from off the street: clothes that hadn't fit him five years ago, and shoes like flippers. His only flaw was his acting. Despite rehearsals, Jimmy constantly choked, fluffed his lines while blushing deeply. Dan was exasperated. Melanie would more than likely laugh rather than be intimidated. They had targeted a day already, a national holiday, on which there was to be a parade through the city. In her infinite wisdom she'd decided to open up for the day. She would be lucky to get even a single customer come in to browse let alone buy anything, and as such it was the best day for a con to happen. The day came racing around, and soon it was upon them. Early that morning, they met up outside of Dan's house. Jimmy sported a faded star wars shirt, his belly poking out underneath, jeans rolled up at the bottom and fastened around his hips with a tired belt. His sneakers had tape wrapped around the soles to keep them from falling apart. The only thing of worth was the video recorder hanging around his neck, which he had borrowed to record the occasion for viewing at a later date. It was 11 am; the parade was in full swing. The happy crowds ignored the tramp and the sinister-looking sidekick as they walked and whispered urgently to one another. Jimmy was starting to get nervous. Sweat formed on his brow, his feet felt heavier with each passing step. Not only was he worried about his acting ability, but on a rather more serious issue even than that: he had serious misgivings about his ability to perform sexually. But it was too late to turn back; their plan was in motion and the momentum carried Jimmy and Dan closer and closer. They walked up the hill toward the shop. At the top of the street, Dan wheeled away into the local library, phone in hand, whispering urgently to his friend and keeping up his spirits. Thus fortified, Jimmy kept on walking and all too soon found himself standing right outside the shop. He peered in. As predicted, the shop was completely empty. and the street empty too, the shop not being on the parade route. Swallowing hard, he stepped up and pushed forward on the door causing the bells above to jingle loudly. Having watched several 'psycho' films, Jimmy copied the common stance, head down, hands together, fiddling his thumbs and shuffling his feet. He was greeted by a smiling Melanie. Her pale yellow blouse strained around her pouting breasts, and her floral skirt swayed as she bounced toward him. "Welcome to my store, how can I help you?" her voice sang out. "I have gifts here for girlfriends, mothers, and sisters. Fashionable, eco-friendly, and reasonable prices, what more can you want?" She trilled out her well-practiced litany. Jimmy slouched inside. He lifted his head to meet her gaze her warm brown eyes met with his squinted ones, glancing shiftily around. Acting the part, he wandered listlessly through the large space filled with racks of clothes. Knicknacks and other chick pleasing stuff rested on shelves and inside glass counters. He saw that the changing rooms were at the back, not for the first time Jimmy's voice failed him. Melanie's stare became more quizzical, she experienced a customer like him before. "Sir, are you sure there is nothing I can do for you? I don't want to pressure you, if you need me just give a shout." With that she left Jimmy alone in the front of the shop. Jimmy badly needed this to help himself regain his composure for the coming con. Several minutes later and Melanie came out of the backroom with the intent to remove Jimmy from her shop, his presence was making her uneasy. Her movement however was stopped short with the shrill noise of the shop phone. Jimmy knew that at this moment he could walk away quickly and quietly without causing a disturbance but his feet were stuck to the floor. "Hello this is Melanie of...' "Yes, I know who you are, listen this is urgent. My name is Dr. Korney of Bells Asylum we had a major breakout of patients today and I'm calling to let you know. Wait let me finish, many of them are harmless however I am faxing you over pictures and names of the most dangerous one. If you have any information on any of them it would be appreciated. My number is on the fax." The line went silent as the fax machine started whirring letting her know that the phone call was indeed genuine. She ripped the printed sheet turning it over to be greeted by Jimmy's face starting blankly at her. If she wasn't so scared she would have fainted. Searching for the number she picked up the phone, dialling frantically wanting this ordeal over. "He's in my shop... oh God, he's in my shop. What do I do?" "Calm down, is this Melanie?" "Yes, he came in about ten minutes ago and hasn't spoken. No he hasn't left yet. What should I do?" "Right, take a deep breath. I have informed the police they should be there shortly. It is critical that you don't let him leave the shop. He is a danger to the public." "But he's not a danger to me, is he? I haven't done anything to him, can't I just leave him in the shop and I leave?" "He is not a danger to anyone as long as they don't refuse him, he can turn violent if someone says no to him. It's deep-rooted from childhood. Listen, I've just been told it will take up to half an hour for the police to get there, they need to get through the parade to you. So keep him in that shop otherwise you will have let loose a manic on society. The city is counting on you, can you be trusted?" "I will make sure that he stays in this shop, you can count on me." Her voice became stronger with each word. Dan struggled to control his laughter as he practically signed her body away to Jimmy. He heard her put down the phone. Melanie took a deep breath and made her way over to Jimmy. Whilst she was on the phone Jimmy had been pacing the shop wondering where best to put the camera, he finally decided upon the best place. A shelf that overlooked the largest dressing room was just the ticket. If there was going to be fucking, the large bench in the dressing room would make a suitable place. He placed the video camera and set it on motion sensor. Just as he'd finished making sure all was in place and the view captured everything in the room, he turned around and spotted Melanie emerging anxiously out of the rear office. Meeting her gaze, the nervousness in her wide eyes was plain to see as she walked toward him. She walked slowly, her mind in overdrive trying to work out how to keep him in the store for thirty minutes. Upon reaching him she found she still had no solution. She would have to trust her instincts. "Do you see anything you like?" The usual singsong voice had faint signs of tremor betraying her confident demeanour. As her confidence ebbed from her body, it seemed to be soaked up by Jimmy, whose stance became more upright and aggressive. "I like you." Had he just said that? He could scarcely believe it. What was more, maniacal laughter followed. He couldn't have hidden the mirth, even if he tried! His head fell back and he let his laughter boom out, echoing around the store. The effect of the laughter on Melanie as she stared, was instantaneous. Her body froze. She felt petrified inside and lost most of her powers of reason. Her hands began to visibly shake, her eyes darted toward the door measuring the distance. Should she flee? Her legs were rooted to the floor. The plan required that she'd willing submit; he did not want to force himself physically onto her. Jimmy continued his act, seeming blissfully unaware of her plight. In reality, he watched the biggest part of the whole scheme unfold. Well, maybe truth was better than fiction, he thought. Suddenly he stopped cackling. "If you want me to go, I will. I don't mind, with looks like mine I can get any woman I want." Given the all-too-obvious joke, he still succeeded in maintaining his character. He glared at her, trying to arrange his features into a sort of crazed yet serious, cock-sure expression. As he struggled with his demeanour, he found it difficult to tell which way the few turning cogs in her brain were turning: if negative, of course all was lost. But if her response was a positive reply he would be getting the ride of his life! He waited and glared, fish-eyed, at her. Jimmy found himself wishing he had Dan's eyes, capable of effortless fish-eyed goggling. Meanwhile Melanie stood stock still; her strong sense of civic pride battled with her pride. She loved helping out the community, wanting to help less fortunate people than herself. The cogs turned, the balance tipped.... Her mind was made up, the hero inside herself tipped the scales in the end. "Um... well... that is ..." She unconsciously wrung her clasped hands. The hero inside herself sounded a bit un-hero-like, to her. No help at all. Kind of wimpy and hesitant. Why oh why had I not taken those lessons in karate, or self-defence back in college? Her mind whispered. She stopped thinking entirely, and turned to autopilot. "I think that you should possibly stay here, I mean there are loads of items here you haven't seen. And I do think your staying here would be best for both of us. Yes. Er... Yes!" And, you know, you do have a certain, something about you, a je ne sais quoi shall we say... Something about you tickles me." Her confidence started to grow with every passing word. She pasted what she hoped looked to be a winning smile on her face. This was more like it; the courage to be ... a hero for her community. Briskly, she stepped around Jimmy toward the door. He turned and watched her fasten the bolts. Click. Ker-chunk. Done. She turned to face him once more, hands slowly rising to her blouse, undoing one then two buttons. Soon her blouse was undone, her white bra peeking out to meet Jimmy's lustful gaze. His breath caught; he gulped ... or was that some sort of burp, giddily watching her shrug off the blouse and reach down to undo the knot that held her skirt together. She stood there just in her bra and panties. Jimmy hadn't blinked since she'd started to disrobe. His fears about getting his little man rigid were unfounded as it sprung to full attention. He'd at least remembered to brush and gargle, he'd taken extra care washing his dick that morning. He felt sexier. Melanie was now in her comfort zone. Back at University, she had seduced more men than she could remember, and now she was back there again. She remembered the come hither moves, sway hypnotically as she moved toward him. Her perfume intoxicated his senses, as she came close until all that was in his view was her lovely gorgeous face framed with all of that golden hair.... He held his breath. Awkwardly, she manoeuvred around his potbelly; after bumping into it, he grunted but just kept staring in wonder, fixated on her sexy loveliness. She stepped a little to the side and leaned forward, craning her neck till her soft, spongy lips pressed against his. Using all of her powers from her seduction games, she held the kiss, and then he felt her mouth open slightly to take in his bottom lip, biting it gently before releasing him. She moved back into to kiss him full-on. They kissed for several minutes, their tongues and lips fighting each other for supremacy within each others' mouth. Jimmy pulled away from her, he had never experienced a woman's lips before! But he knew that if he wanted more this was his perfect opportunity. To back up his point his right hand moved to her bra-covered tit, fondling it, feeling the large weighty orb in his hand. The disgust in her eyes was evident as the Jimmy moved from one breast to the other, his hands enjoying the feel of her silky bra to his hand. "You know what I think? I think that we should move this up a level, I can tell you're gushing for it. Or I can still leave ... but god help the next woman I meet, and the one after that, and even after that. I've got a load of lovin' in these balls waiting for release and you're gonna miss out." He released his hands, snarling to embellish his repudiation of her disgust; and made for the door. "Oh no you don't big boy, I want everything you've got. I'm gonna make you as exhausted as ... as Lady Gaga's jockstrap!" And there it was, the steely determination in her eyes once more. The final hurdle between Jimmy and his virginity was finally cleared. He pulled her to him, sucked in his gut and gyrated his hips, pressing his groin against hers. His boner jutted out, straining painfully. "Ohhh yeahhh...." He kissed her deeply his tongue darting out into her mouth as he groaned in lust. She moved slightly away, freeing his contact with her groin yet keeping their lips intact. In his sudden spurt of lustful energy he reached for her bra and tried inexpertly to pull it apart. He couldn't get the clasp to budge! He pulled on her bra, practically oinking and snorting in frustration. He twisted the resisting cloth and pulled at her bra painfully in his brutish attempts. Finally, with a squeal from his latest fruitless try, her hands jumped to replace his and she undid her clasp for him. Unleashed from their confines her breasts stood proudly on top of her chest, her little nipples capped each great orb. His hand moved to her now bare boob, the flesh overflowed around his outstretched hand. He raised his other hand to join cupping the tit, feeling the warmth pass to his own hand. Opening his mouth he took in her nipple, sucking hard on it feeling the nub swell under his assault, his other hand continued to knead her other breast. When his mouth dropped to her nipple, his tongue darting out to swirl around her areola, he felt his blood rush to his cock, and began to go with his instincts. Melanie started to feel lightheaded, she looked out onto the street as the thought of someone walking by made her blush. Jimmy, completely lost in her boobs and skin and tongue and his own throbbing meat, could care less how he looked to the outside world. His main priority was keeping himself from exploding in his pants. She pushed his groping hands and outstretched tongue away and, taking his hand, in she lead him straight to the largest dressing room. Once he'd stepped inside, she pushed him down onto the bench and kneeled in front of him. Her hands dropped to his crotch. Popping open his flies she took the top of his jeans and leaned down to pulled them off. As usual he was going commando; his cock popped out hitting her in her face. Melanie had never liked giving head but the hero inside her told her she had no choice in the matter now, so begrudgingly she opened her mouth. Her lips moved to suck his cock, gently, her tongue laving the top of his mushroom head as she slowly guided him into her warm cavern. Before she could take further control, Jimmy thrust his whole shaft deep into her; and she gagged and spluttered in surprise and protest. Psycho To the psycho of my dreams. I've lost touch with you and I feel, I know, that each and every story I've ever written in my bullshit life has been about you. I love you. Wherever you are. Whatever you are. All I ever wanted was someone who would love me obsessively, hopelessly. I've lost my faith. I've lost my way, my dreams and you. I'm sucked dry with nothing left. * "Ah, shit," I hiss as I pick myself up off the ground. Training for this bullshit half marathon is truly killing me. As I rise to my feet I notice that both my palms and my left knee are scraped and bleeding. I sigh and adjust my hat. "Whoa, are you ok? I saw that stumble you took." A male voice behind me states. I whip my head around to see an attractive sweaty man in front of me dressed in jogging shorts and nothing else. "Uh, yeah, thank you." I meet his eyes for a moment noting that they are green but I quickly look away. It's a habit, I guess, I hate to look at people for long in the eye. Most people are disappointing and not worth really seeing. "You're bleeding." He says softly. My eyes flicker back to him and I see his muscled body, the sexy torso and chiseled abs, the lean legs of a runner and again those insanely green eyes before bringing my hands up and turning them over to look at them. They do look like a hot mess but what can I do? I have to finish up this run and then I can clean up at my house. "Yeah, I know." He takes a step towards me and I back away from him, what is he crazy? In this day and age I could have any number of diseases. "I won't hurt you." Again in that soft voice, it's a voice I would use on my job. His words are ironic too, you see I just got divorced. My ex-husband was, is, a good man but in the end I just wanted more. I wanted passion and love, in the end when we argued it always boiled down to me not feeling like he was taking care of me. Sure, he paid the bills and all that stuff but in the end the sex was passionless and I knew that there was a piece of myself that I always held back, that I was just unwilling to give up. You see, when I grew up I was the fat, ugly burden. Sure I was a smart girl but I wasn't beautiful and willowy thin. I was just average. Also for some reason I was a whore and that was really funny being called that by my father because in the end I've only been with one man and that was my ex-husband. So I grew up and became uber responsible and it showed. I'm a nurse and I take care of others, I am educated with a bachelor's degree and I have a good job and live a clean life. I guess I just can't let go of my control, in the end I have never cum no matter what my ex-husband did and eventually stopped doing, even by myself I never can let go. So when I decided to end my marriage I was sad but I didn't really cry and that was the scary part because I always thought if you love someone then it should hurt when you are apart but inside I was just coldly indifferent. So it therefore wasn't love, right? I gave him everything and walked away with just my clothes and my two cats. We had nothing together anyway no kids, no mortgage, it was a clean break, for me at least. When I was a girl being called all that shit I used to cry at night and dream of a man who would take me away from everything, someone who would take care of me, someone who would love me passionately. But in my heart I knew. I was never meant to be any man's wife. Love is something I don't think that I can really understand or truly give. That scares me. All the bullshit romance novels that I read like candy always paint this superhero guy who comes and takes you away from yourself, a man who fights for you, loves you, dies for you. Reality is a husband who sits on his ass and sucks the life out of you. Thank god we had no kids. I don't even really like them and when I would look at my ex-husband I never thought, I would die if I did not have your child. I shudder when I think about that now. So one of my fellow nurses tells me that since I'm newly divorced and assumedly depressed I should train to run this half marathon with her and I agree like a sucker. I end up falling on my ass and listening to this totally smoking hot half naked man tell me he won't hurt me, the shit is laughable. Next thing I bet he'll tell me is that he'll take care of me. "I know." I say and tugging on my cap again I turn in the direction of my house and begin to run. "Wait." He calls. Yeah, I think, sure I'll wait for him. What else is going on in my life? I stop but I don't turn around he jogs up in front of me and I stare down resolutely at his shoes, beat up nikes, a simple guy, I like that. I'm not a simple girl. "What's your name?" I sigh. Maybe I am depressed because even I can't believe the next words that come out of my mouth as I look up into his eyes. "Look guy, you are crazy hot, I admit it. I'd totally fuck you but you don't want me. So let's cut the shit and I'll just move my ass along and we can pretend you didn't just see my fat ass on the ground. Anyway, a guy like you, always wants the hot girl at his side and let's face it, I'm not beautiful enough for you." Way to unload the psychodrama of my life onto this poor bastard. But then again the look of utter astonishment and his dropped jaw are pretty satisfying. "What?" He even holds up his hands and takes a step back. Yeah, I'm not meant to be with any man. "See ya." I turn then and continue on my run. I'm back at work the next day having forgotten about the hot runner when I decide to run again that night. As soon as I step out my door I see the hot guy running by my house again shirtless. Oh shit, I think and I actually freeze, my abrupt movement catches his eye and he slows his stride for a moment looking at me. "Hey, psycho!" He stops on the sidewalk smiling. What are the odds? I want to throw a brick at him. But then again I am pretty psychotic so I can't really fault him for calling me that. "Hot boy." I incline my head at my him. "Are your hands ok?" "Yup." He looks a little down at my short retort. "Look," He steps closer to my porch the light above my door reflects blue black on his raven hair. "I just want to say that I thought about what you said and I have come to a decision." I nod for him to continue with a smirk on my face. "I think that you are beautiful enough for me and I would like to share my crazy hotness with you." I can't help but laugh, this is too surreal to be happening, not to some dried out bitch like me. "You are funny." "So psycho," His voice lowering in its tone becoming smoky, sexy. He steps up onto my porch to stand in front of me. "You said that you would fuck me, so here I am and I want you." I've never taken a risk in my life, other than getting married of course and seeing as how that turned out you can understand my hesitancy to fully take advantage of what hot boy was saying. Besides he was probably just jerking my chain. "Look, hot boy," "Marcus." "Marcus," He cuts me off again stepping closer to me reaching out and taking off my hat letting my dark hair come down. "I like how you say my name. I wonder how it would sound when you scream it." His green eyes capture mine, I don't think to be scared. I feel this heat that I've never felt before in my cunt and I realize distantly that this is lust, desire. And he's for real. I step back into the open doorway of my house trying to put some distance between us regain my precious control but he follows me matching me step for step, like a dance. He reaches out his hand and strokes my flushed cheek. I shiver at his touch. "Come on psycho, let me in." He whispers. My chest rises and falls as if I'm all out sprinting, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, this is the single most sexually charged moment I have ever experienced. A total stranger whispering such deliciously sensual things. At the tip of my tongue is the word yes. Yes to whatever you want, yes to what I know I need. I ask myself in that moment how brave am I? Can I just take what I want? Especially when it is so freely offered? "I want to Marcus, I really do." I take a deep breath and almost lose it when I see him arch his black brow. "But," "No buts, psycho." His eyes fall to my mouth and he strokes my mouth with his thumb fingering a tiny scar I have on my lower lip. His eyes meet mine once again as his hand falls from my mouth to rest on the base of my neck. "Just yes, say yes." He steps even closer to me and I inhale his scent of sweat and wind, I savor the body heat I feel rolling off him in waves. I am psychotic because this shit is turning me on so fast, I can't believe I'm feeling this way with a total stranger. "You are beautiful," I whisper unchecked. He smiles softly at that, a genuine smile of pleasure. My fear overtakes me, I'm not brave. Not brave enough to be this man's lover even when so boldly asked. I step back into the house quickly grabbing the door, he places his hand on it stopping me from slamming it shut. A sudden ripple of fear shoots up my spine and I think for just a second that he will force his way in and this stranger, this sexy god will turn into my nightmare. "I'll be back, psycho. I want you." His eyes burn into mine and my knees are weak and shaking. "And I always get what I want." "Marcus, don't kill me, ok?" He bursts out laughing literally shaking with his mirth. "I promise not to kill you, ok?" He finally wheezes out. "You are funny, psycho. I'll give you that." He cocks his head to the side narrowing his lovely eyes. "Maybe some more too, if you're a good girl." I pause at that and he lets his hand fall away from the door. "You sure you don't want to invite me in?" His hand on my throat moves down to the center of my chest stopping at my heart. The touch is intimate I think for a moment, a touch like that between two strangers. I stare as his sweat covered chest and all I can really think about is licking the sweat off him, stroking my hands on his tan skin being the inner slut I know that I always wanted to be. My eyes meet his. "Tell me what my name is and then maybe you'll get an invite." It's a dare, a challenge and I figure he's lazy, women come easy to him obviously with that model face and sexy body what would he want with me? Just as he opens his mouth I cut him off. "Don't be a stalker though, I'd hate to have to deal with a restraining order and all that paperwork just so you could get all mad and renege on your promise not to kill me." Marcus stands there in the twilight and shakes his head as he laughs. "I'll get you psycho, I promise you that." "You should know that I've never cum before, so I'm probably frigid." What can I say, the shit just pours out. His widened eyes and open half smiling mouth nearly make me laugh. "I'll probably be the worst fuck you've ever had. Oh yeah, I've only ever been with one man." "Holy shit." Marcus breathes taking a step back off the porch. I hold up my hands in a what can I do? gesture. "I'm going to fuck you so good. Damnit!" He stomps on the ground with one foot then lunges forward his hands on my doorframe. His face is in mine with our lips inches apart. I can feel his hot breath on my lips, I think for a moment that he'll kiss me, I know that I'll allow it, want it. He knows it too. I can see it in his eyes, how the black pupils dilate and his verdant eyes start to burn. "Let me in, come on psycho, it's obvious you need it bad." I shake my head but my resistance is only holding by a thread. "Come on," He whispers. When I refuse he groans. "God, I bet that cunt is so tight!" He turns then back onto the street once there he turns back to face me and shouts for all the world to hear. "I will fuck you, psycho! I swear to god I will taste that tight cunt, fuck!" He takes off running then and I sink to my floor laughing in hysteria. Not really knowing what to think or how to react to this encounter. I never expect to see him again. So three days later when I'm sitting on my couch reading another candy novel and the doorbell rings, my heart stops. I think, oh shit, it's him. My pulse pounds and my chest locks up. I'm dressed in my favorite raggedy T-shirt and panties, what the hell I'm alone? Even my long dark hair is uncombed and falling over my shoulders in a mass of waves. But fuck it, I think, if it is hot boy Marcus then he should know what he is getting into. I reach out and open the door standing there with the book dangling from my hand. "Well, shit." I purr. I can't help it, he just brings it out of me. Hot boy Marcus stands before me in the flesh and he looks divine. His black hair is slightly long and it looks as if he's raked his fingers through it to get it off his face. He has a day's growth of beard on him and it gives his sexy sculpted face a hard edge that makes him look dangerous and touchable. He's more dressed than I am in a pair of worn black jeans and a black T-shirt that stretches over his lean frame. Yeah, totally fuckable. "Well aren't you every man's dream answering the door in nothing but your panties." He places his hands on the doorframe and leans into me stopping just scant inches from me. "Did you miss me, Sheridan? Did you think I would forget you?" Son of a bitch. He actually found out my name. Not like it's that hard what with the internet and all but still, he actually took up my challenge. Now the real question was would I hold up to my end of the deal and let him in? I literally couldn't say a word. "That's an unusual name you have. I think it suits you, it's pretty, exotic." He smiles at me eating up my hesitation and surprise, I watch his tongue as it runs along the bottom of his top teeth. "I bet you hate it when the other girls call you Sheri." His voice is low, intimate sending shivers down my spine. My nipples harden and I don't know if it's from the cold night air and my state of undress or his words. His eyes drop to my chest and he sucks in a breath before his eyes meet mine once again. Marcus arches a black brow. "So?" I clear my suddenly parched throat and croak. "So?" "Are you going to let me in now, Sheridan?" I start to take in a breath to answer but he cuts me off. "You should know that if you let me in I will fuck you. I just want to be honest. I've thought about nothing else but fucking you." He leans in closer taking one of his hands away from the doorframe running the backs of his fingers down my cheekbone, over my mouth, down the center of my chest, over my jumping stomach to boldly cup my cunt. "I have to know if my little psycho spoke the truth. Is this cunt as tight as I dreamed? Were you really only with one man?" He lightly squeezes my cunt. "Don't worry, I'll make you cum." He leans his head in so his breath is on my lips almost kissing me with his luscious lips. "All you have to do is let me in." Big bad wolf. Let him in, my evil half whispers. Let. Him. In. The book falls from my hand distantly I hear it hit the floor as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine molding my body to his loving the hardness, the strength and the heat pouring off him. His hand moves from my cunt to bring his arms around me clutching me closer as our lips entwine. The kiss is hot and passionate something wild and untamed that I have never experienced before. Our tongues meet and I taste sweet fire. He moves his hips into mine and I feel a rush of burning heat penetrate through my panties from his crotch. I move from his lips and moan as Marcus' mouth moves down my neck pressing biting kisses to my shoulder which he nips. Through a haze I hear the front door slam close and I realize Marcus must have kicked it shut as he was kissing me. I pull away for a moment still locked in his arms gazing into his green eyes. We are all alone now. There is no one to hear me scream. I reach one of my hands from his neck and trace just my fingertips down his cheek feeling the stubble on his cheek rasp me. "Marcus," I whisper. He is beautiful, like a dream I used to have as a child and silly teenager. "Don't stop me." His green eyes bore into me, demanding this of me. I haven't the strength to resist. He reaches up clasping my wrists in his hands in a firm grip easing them slowly away from his body, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, the air between us is electrified, I don't know what to expect from him, from this situation I have wrought. Just as I inhale to speak what most likely would have been a protestation of some sort I am suddenly thrust away from Marcus and spun so that my back is facing him with my right arm up behind my back, my left arm he allows to go free so that his other hand buries itself in my wild hair. This sudden change has left me dizzy and scared as I find myself with my back against Marcus feeling his heart pounding as mine. With the hand in my hair he pulls on it so slowly forcing my chin up and then to the side exposing the tender flesh to which he bestows a long wet lick that sends shivers through me. He kisses my pulse leaving his lips just there for a moment savoring the flow of blood underneath the skin. My free hand goes behind me to his hip. I'm not stopping him, I dimly realize. I don't think I could ever stop him. I don't think I'd ever want to. Not when he holds me like this, like no one ever has. I just want to feel that he is real. That this, between us, is real. After a long moment he walks me quickly over to the couch pushing me over the arm of the sofa onto my stomach, I use my free arm to prevent me from totally face planting into the seat but Marcus keeps his grip on my arm behind my back and the slight pain lets me know he is in total control of this situation. The t-shirt I'm wearing has fallen forward and due to my position my panties are showing. Marcus traces the fingers of one hand from my neck down my back touching my exposed skin down to my panties the edge of which he traces with one finger. "Surrender, my love. Give yourself to me." My chest locks up at his words and I want nothing else more than to do what he wants. I feel him lean slightly harder into me then the slick snap of metal. My mouth goes dry and my pulse races, my feet suddenly feel tingly as all the blood rushes to my core in my fear. Something cold and thin slides up from the edge of my panties and I hear the tearing of fabric and feel the t-shirt slip down my sides. I realize he has a knife and that he cut away my shirt with it. I feel the hard handle of it in his hand as he slides his fingers down from my shoulder blades through the trench of my spine back to my panties. "Are you afraid?" He whispers bending down tracing his tongue down the same path his hand had followed. He kisses my ribs, it shocks me and I jump slightly. I then feel the blade against my skin once again sliding underneath the elastic band of my panties hearing the slight scraping sound as he moves the knife along my back to my hips where he pauses. "Well?" I feel excited, open, emotionally frazzeled but deep down I want this. I want Marcus. If I die, if he kills me at least I would have tasted something true. I could have tasted, touched real passion and not the shit in my books, not the fucked up fantasies in my head. Marcus would give me something real, something maybe worth dying for. My jaw shakes and I'm unable to speak. He flicks the knife and slices through one side of my panties I inhale sharply as I hear the tear and feel the cotton slip down my hip. He pulls on my arm then forcing me to stand up, immediately I am enveloped in his heat and drugging scent. My t-shirt falls down over my breasts stopping at my waist where my captured arm holds it my panties are still up as they are caught between my thighs. Psycho He brings the knife up to my opposite cheek using the flat of the blade he forces me to turn my head to him so our eyes meet. Using the sharp edge he traces it down my lips. "Do you want me to stop?" His eyes are beautiful, haunting; the pools of green darken and storm before me. "Kiss me, Marcus, please kiss me." It is all I can say, all I can want in this moment. "I knew, the moment I saw you, I knew." He whispers before bringing his sweet, hot mouth on mine. I moan in ecstasy deepening the kiss opening my mouth to him feeling his tongue sweep over mine. The desire and heat I feel is overwhelming and for someone who has lived so rigidly, so tightly controlled it feels scary to allow myself to feel this way. To let him in. To have him take control. But I give in. Just like he wants. Just like he knows I need. There is no thought for protection or safety or disease. There is only this animal want, this primitive need for me to have this man deep inside me. I hear him drop the knife as he releases my arm turning me to fully face him he pulls my t-shirt off with one hand as he pushes at my panties forcing them off me. I step closer, harder into him, feel him grip me tighter. I wish in this moment for this lushness to never end. "You're so beautiful." He whispers his hand wrapping around my neck, my dark eyes meeting his and in this moment for him I am beautiful, I'm above all the shit and am reborn for him. For his eyes only. His thumb caresses my lips, slowly he inserts the tip of it into my mouth and I lick his thumb proceeding to then suck it slowly, sensually. He takes his thumb away pressing his mouth to mine and I moan the next thing I know he has hoisted me up in his arms my breasts pressed to the thin cotton of his shirt and leads me unerringly into my bedroom. I don't think at the moment to pause and see the significance of this small detail. He literally throws me down onto the bed. I lose my breath for a moment and I see his intense green eyes bore into mine before I can say a word he speaks in his sexy voice. "You make me lose control. Do you know how long that's been? When this is done, I'm going to have to keep you." I arch my brow and say nothing. I'm nothing to him and I know I never will be, this is just a stolen moment in time, something that is meant to happen and I'm not afraid to live in this moment now that I have crossed the line. He smiles at me then, a slow, easy grin that melts me deep inside and he arches his brow at me causing me to laugh to which he joins in. I stand up on my knees reaching out to grasp the hem of his shirt pulling it up and over his head revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Leaning forward I kiss the rippled muscles up to his chest and for one moment I lay my head against his heart closing my eyes to hear the beating of it. Marcus moves away slightly to place his hands on either side of my face gently lifting my eyes up to his. Wordlessly he strokes my face with one hand, his green eyes seem to glow in the muted darkness of my bedroom. Here alone in the dark, I feel like I am truly free, truly willing to give myself completely to this man. This beautiful god that has come surely from above to sweep me away. I can't think about when this is over or what will happen next, I understand that in the end we can never really be together, right? I reach for the top button of his black jeans but he steps away from me and I literally groan at the loss of him. "Lie back." He commands. I move my body slightly to the side as I move back a step on my knees. I feel wary now for some reason, his tone hasn't changed but the mood between us has shifted ever so slightly. "Do it." When I hesitate yet again he steps up to the edge of the bed and in a quick movement his hand is about my throat and the suddenness of his movement forces me to fall back onto my ass and he pushes me down the rest of the way with the pressure of his hand on my throat until I lie on my back my knees up and spread with him between them. For some reason my first reaction is not to grab at his hand my arms lay at my side curiously passive. "God, you are beautiful. So pliant...so mine." He leans forward placing his free hand down onto the bed beside my head while he releases my neck with his other hand running it down my sternum to grasp my aching breast. "You are even better than I ever dreamed." He drops his head and I feel his hot breath on my nipple and I arch my back silently begging him to lick me, suck me and he does. Ever so slowly he reaches out his tongue his fully lick my nipple causing me to shudder at the slight raspiness of it when he suddenly places his mouth fully on me and sucks me deeply. I cry out at the intensity of the feeling, hot sparks of pleasure surge through me running from my breast to my cunt and I feel the hot pulses of pleasure in my cunt. He sucks me as I always wanted but could never really voice out to my ex-husband. I love to be sucked hard. Marcus bites my nipple and that slight pain makes me jump slamming my hips up to his crotch where I feel his hardness trapped inside his jeans. The warmth from that area burns into me when he moves to give my other breast the same treatment I grind my pelvis into his. "Yes." I moan. He moves away from my breast grasping my hips in both his hands. "Oh no, we're not nearly there yet." His smoky sinful voice is the only thing I can cling to in the darkness. Marcus begins to move my hips forcing me to turn over onto my stomach. I lie back feeling the softness of the cotton sheets against my wet nipples. I moan softly as Marcus runs his hands over my ass, he spanks me sharply, abruptly and I groan. "I knew you'd love that." His voice filled with smug pride. I look over my shoulder at him a wry half smile on my lips. His hands run slowly from my ass up my back and down my ribcage back over my ass to the backs of my thighs his fingers digging in slightly with each movement. "You have such lovely, soft skin. I want to spend the rest of my life stroking you." His hands grasp my hips again pulling me up and back so that I settle my hot, now wet cunt against him. Marcus bends back over me his hand in my hair turning my face to the side I feel him kiss my neck, bite my shoulder hard then trace his tongue down my ribs. The sudden flashes of pain mixed with the sensual softness of his skin against mine are extremely erotic and stir me in ways I never knew possible. "Do you want this?" My breath catches in my throat at his question. Of course I want this, I want him. He pulls my hair sharply and I cry out softly in surprise as sudden tears spring to my eyes. His presses his lips to the column of my throat right at my pulse I feel the soft movement of them as he whispers so seductively. "Tell me. Beg me to take all your control away." He undulates his hips and I shudder at the flood of burning warmth from his hard cock still trapped in his jeans pressing against my flooding, wanting cunt. It should stick in my craw to beg. I've never begged for a damn thing in my life ever. But I know he'll stop and I don't ever want him to stop. My lips part. I breathe in. "P-please, Marcus...please...take all my control away." He exhales sharply, his breath tickles my ear as it passes from his locked chest. "Beautiful Sheridan, I'd love to take you. Take everything from you until all you have is me." He releases me moving away and I wonder at my sudden freedom for a moment before I turn around to face him. I lie back on my elbows, my knees up and spread open before him as I see him stand over me at the edge of my bed. His hot gaze burns over my body to laser in on my cunt. "Put your hands above your head and leave them there." I obey and the move forces me to lie back completely. I feel his hot breath on my thighs, a soft kiss then a tender bite before that first hot wet lick from the opening of my cunt right up to my clit. The sensation is assaulting at first in its perfection. I've had my cunt licked rarely before by my ex-husband but he had no real skill. Just a few painful stabs at my clit before shoving his cock inside while I fisted my hands to endure the pain and turned my head away to pray for the end to come. But this, this is slow and burns like warm honey flowing over me. Marcus licks me long and slow, kissing my tender cunt lips before repeating the same languid stroke. I find myself arching my back not to get away as I would normally do but to press into him. To give Marcus more access to me. My hands aren't clenched in pain anymore. "Marcus," I whisper. But he doesn't stop. I know instinctively he would never leave me unsatisfied. He traps my tender clit between his soft lips and sucks causing shooting bolts of pleasure to race up my spine and before I can come down from that sensation he flicks my clit back and forth lazily, easily. I actually feel my cunt clench in need for the first time. He begins to flutter his tongue over my clit and I feel myself begin to pant. The pleasure builds low in my pelvis, a hot flush rushing up from there to flush my neck and face. He sucks my clit suddenly into his mouth and I cry out arching my back at the sharp spike of pleasure, he calms me down with more lazy strokes down my clit to my cunt tasting just the inside before swirling back up. I want more, I feel this strange desperation to have more of him. At the moment that thought passes through my mind Marcus inserts one finger to just the first knuckle into me causing me to sigh and shudder at the perfection of that moment. He can read my mind. I'm convinced of it in that one second. As he begins to suck my clit he eases his finger further into my sopping cunt and I feel him press up at the same time he sucks me hard and it's like a gunshot causing me to jerk and cry out as I feel the rippling sensation of my cunt contracting around his finger, my womb clenching and releasing so hard. It seems to last forever and Marcus is there licking me in that lazy way of his circling that spot in my cunt with his finger, licking the cum from my cunt. I burst into tears. Marcus has given me something that I never thought I would ever have, could ever do in my life. I always felt broken, less than a woman because I couldn't force myself, make myself cum. And here, with him, it's so easy, like flipping a switch. He moves away from me and pulls my hands away from my face using my arms to pull me up to him. He takes one hand away placing it under my chin tilting my face up to his. "Look at me." Our eyes meet. He moves my face to the side and in that same languid way he licked my cunt, he licks away my tears. He moves my face to the other side repeating the action. He puts me away from him slightly so we are face to face again. "You're mine now. Say it." I'm losing myself in his green eyes, eyes that burn me, see right into my soul. I wonder in this moment if there is more of him now in me than there is of me. He brings his free hand up and with the back of his knuckles he caresses my face; down my sharp cheekbone, over my lips. "Say it." I release a trapped breath. "I'm yours." And this is the one thing that I know to be true. What the fuck happened? How the fuck did I get here? And then he kisses me, comes down over me and I embrace him, his strength and heat. Nothing matters now, nothing at all. I wrap myself around him all arms and legs enfolding him, pulling him into me and he sighs as he eases down relaxing into my embrace. He turns his face into my neck wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and we stay like that for several heartbeats. Connected. The heat from his groin burns into my naked cunt and I want him there desperately. I roll my pelvis against the thick ridge feeling his heat ripple up my spine. He lifts up from me looking into my eyes for a moment before he takes my lips, our tongues writhe and twist as he feeds my passion for him. He pulls away suddenly and I'm left panting, watching as he moves off the bed to stand before me. Wordlessly his hands move to the fly of his jeans and with his eyes on mine he starts to undo it. I bite my lower lip letting our gaze break so I can survey the stunning view of the smooth skin of his hips as he lowers the pants, then the black hair that surrounds his groin before I can finally see his hard cock. He steps out of the jeans merely standing before me letting me soak him in and the view is delicious. His hips are sharply defined, his etched stomach ripples smoothly down to the nest of pubic hair. I sit up gently reaching out to touch him. Marcus is bigger than my ex-husband, thicker too and I blush at the thought. I quickly look up at him to see if he noticed and see the small half smile on his face that lets me know he noticed. Looking back down I trace my fingertips along the veined surface to the bobbing head of his cock without a thought I bend down and lick him. I hear the sharp intake of his breath before I place him into my mouth. He tastes good, I grasp him with my hand as I begin to move slowly licking and sucking hearing his small moans urge me to continue before I feel his hand on mine stopping me. I release him from my mouth looking up at him. He moves his hand from mine to bury in my hair and he pulls me up to my knees again, the stinging pain in my scalp turns me on. With a swift flick of his hand he releases me while pushing me back so I end up supine on my bed quickly he follows me down his hands on my hips pulling me further, harder into him and I cry out as I feel his cock slide between my wet pussy lips. He takes my wrists in one of his holding them above my head down on the mattress as with his other hand he positions his cock at my entrance. Marcus looks up into my eyes and I can't look away. In one hard, luxurious thrust he enters me. Perfect, hard and bare. My spine arches and I throw my head back crying out his name at the utter perfection of this moment. The sublime way he fills me, stretches me. He leaves me no doubt that in the end I was somehow always meant for him. He stays still inside me for a moment allowing himself to savor my hot clasp before he begins to move. Slowly, subtly he moves his hips as if he has all the time in the world to fuck me. The slow grinding of his hips pushes his pubic bone into my clit scraping it with his pubic hair causing me to jump and shake as bolts of pleasure run through me. "Please Marcus," I pant crying out for more. I know Marcus can give me more. "Is this not enough, Sheridan?" He pulls a fraction of an inch back and then slowly moves forward. "Hmm?" He grinds his pelvis into mine catching my clit and I'm so close to cumming again. I want to feel myself cum with Marcus inside me. "No," I moan. Marcus leans down to kiss my throat then whispers in my ear his voice causing skitters to race up my spine. "What do you want?" "Fuck me, Marcus. Make me cum all over you." I whisper. He groans pulling away as he straightens his arm still holding me down. His other hand goes to my clit making those lazy circles drawing the fire inside me, making my pussy wetter, softer, more open to him. I literally feel myself opening for him. At that moment of my submission he begins to fuck me relentlessly. Hard thrusts with deep penetration that I had before this never liked and found painful but with Marcus I found myself crying out for more pushing up to meet his savage thrusts begging for him to go harder, deeper into me. He moves that hand from my clit slipping it underneath my ass to angle my hips up holding me there as he continues to pound into me. This new angle hits that same spot in my cunt as before and I literally scream at the sharp deep pleasure that his cock rubbing against that spot brings. In seconds the pleasure breaks over me and I'm jerking in his arms feeling my cunt clench down tightly over his thick cock rhythmically stroking him, the pleasure is so intense as Marcus continues to fuck me through the spasms of pleasure prolonging my release. "Oh my fucking god, Sheridan." Marcus cries out plunging into me wildly now as I start to come down I feel Marcus' cock jerk and spasm as he cums deep inside me. I bring my knees up locking them around his waist trapping him close to me. I move one arm out of Marcus' loosened grip on my wrists and with my free hand I reach up to place it behind his neck urging him down on top of me bringing his head down to the crook of my neck where I hear him breathing hard. I don't know what to think or do or say. So I just lay there holding Marcus above me and inside me not wanting to let this moment end. This right here, I think, this, feels like real love. If Marcus were to leave me I would shatter, I wouldn't be able to go on like before. The thought is scary and sobering. I caress his neck and rub my cheek against his silky damp hair. After a long moment Marcus releases my other arm he props himself up on his elbows looking into my eyes. He looks sad for moment and I wonder at it, almost speak before I feel him move to caress my face with one hand he dips his head down to place his lips to my ear. "Go to sleep, my love." He whispers he moves his body then slowly withdrawing from me to move to my side cradling me close to him. I don't think that I can but in moments of feeling him curl up to me his scent and heat becoming a cocoon around me I fall into the darkness and succumb. The morning light is harsh as it streams directly into my eyes. I groan and begin to stretch feeling the sheets caress my naked body. Naked! I think sitting up quickly feeling a sharp sizzle of pain from my cunt. My hand cups my cunt unconsciously as the events of last night play through my head. "Holy shit." I turn my head to the other side of the bed but see nothing. My bedroom is empty. "Marcus," I call out but I hear no sounds coming from the other areas of the house. I get up from the bed wincing at sore muscles and my abused cunt as thoughts of last night replay in my head I feel myself wanting him again, my cunt moistening for him. I step into the living room. "Marcus," I call again seeing my cut t-shirt and panties on the floor. It wasn't a dream. I can see the proof of it before my eyes but without Marcus here beside me it all seems unreal still. As I search the house I don't find a trace of him and it leaves me bereft and slightly broken inside. What did I expect, I chide myself as I look into the mirror after a long hot shower, that he would want to stay with you? Be with you forever? This is the real world. You both had fun, he made you cum and that was it. I sigh pushing away from the sink I crawl back into the bed with the sheets that smell of him and close my eyes. The next week I bury myself in work and I never hear from Marcus. I run the same path with a hopeful heart desperate to see him again but I never do. That weekend is my half marathon. Over three hours later my friend and I cross the finish line. I can't believe I made it and the first person that I think of to share my joy with is Marcus. But he isn't there. I swallow my sadness and enjoy the day with my friend. It is late when I get home the house is dark and empty and I sigh as I enter locking the door behind me. My legs feel shaky as I think of nothing but a hot shower and then a long sleep where Marcus will hopefully not appear in my dreams as he usually does taunting me with his body, fucking me until I scream his name, making me cum even in my sleep. "You have to stop this." I say to my reflection in the mirror running my comb through my wet hair a towel wrapped about me. I can't continue to obsess over Marcus. I have to put that event behind me. Psycho He made me cum. It was the best sex I'd ever had, probably would ever have but in the end he went away. He gave me a good time, that's how I have to see it. Just because I suddenly grew feelings doesn't mean he did. "Stop it." I say to the sad dark eyes in the mirror. I turn then to enter my dark bedroom walking over to my nightstand I turn on the light and jump at the shadow against the wall. I don't scream. I never do. It's pointless really, no one ever comes to rescue you, at least in my experience, so why waste your breath? You might need to run. He's there. Like a ghost hanging back against the far wall at the foot of my bed. "Marcus." I whisper. He doesn't say anything just continues to watch me as I step one foot closer to him. His black hair is mussed, falling into his verdant eyes he's wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans his hands at his sides. The intense look in his eyes then stops me dead in my tracks. If he isn't a dream then he broke into my house and it was obvious he was waiting for me but to do what? The moment he sees the wariness in my eyes the way I tilt my body slightly away from him my grip on the towel around my body tightening he steps forward quickly snaring me in his arms. I gasp and try to turn away to break free of him but in one strong hand he grabs my towel and pulls it out of my grip baring my body to him while with the other he grabs my ass hoisting me up onto his hip and then tossing me back onto the bed where I collapse in a jumble of wet hair and limbs. After one shocked second I begin to scramble for the opposite side of the bed to get away from him when Marcus grabs me about my hips turning me onto my back forcefully leaving bruises on my flesh. Once I'm on my back he moves one hand from my hip to my neck where he squeezes my throat slightly causing faint black edges around my sight my hands on his arm trying to pull him off. I look into his eyes with sudden tears in mine, how could this happen to me? How could my dream man become a nightmare? He comes down over me then and I close my eyes. Despite everything he feels so good, a delicious heat and weight that my body desperately absorbs. Using one hip he pushes my knees open so he settles further into the cradle of my hips. I'm shaking uncontrollably in fear and excitement. I don't know what he'll do, fuck me, kill me but he feels so good and my pussy grows wet and open as his hard cock trapped in his jeans pushes against me. I feel him release my hip then I feel his fingers moving as he opens his jeans pushing them down his hips. I realize he's not wearing underwear. That thought is pushed aside as he suddenly enters me. I cry out his name as he wordlessly brings his thumb to my clit stroking it causing the familiar sensations only he can bring from me as he pounds into me his grip on my neck never leaving. The combined sensation of his cock inside me brutal, naked and hard with his stroking of my clit cause an intense sweeping orgasm to barrel over me and he squeezes my neck even harder as I cum stronger than ever before. Once again he fucks me hard right through my orgasm as my pussy clenches his cock so tightly, in moments I feel him cum inside me his pleasured groans music to my ears. Marcus falls over me his chest rising and falling quickly, his hand releasing my neck. "Marcus," I breathe bringing my hand around to stroke his hair back. He raises his head looking at me, that beautiful face looking back at me is the last thing I see when he brings a cloth out from his back pocket locking it over my mouth and nose. The world goes black. I groan feeling my head pound, my mouth sticky and dry as I slowly come awake. It's dark when I open my eyes to stare at a ceiling above me. I feel the cold next as I shiver realizing that I'm naked still. I push up with one arm onto my elbow feeling dizzy as I slowly look around me. I'm on the ground on something soft with blankets all around me but as I look in front of me I see bars through a muted light coming from a corner of the room I'm in. My breath locks in my chest. Oh shit. Clumsily I crawl up to touch the bars, the cold iron in my hands as I pull up onto my knees pressing my head to them. I groan as I feel the hot wet slide of Marcus' cum slipping down my thigh and I remember what happened before this. Marcus waiting for me in my room, that intense look in his eyes, the brutal fucking that I so enjoyed, an orgasm that left me boneless, defenseless for when he covered my mouth with that cloth to drug me. "I've been waiting for you." I raise my head looking up to see Marcus standing over me on the other side of the bars. "Marcus," I lick my lips, it hurts to even speak. "Don't do this." I croak out. "Beautiful Sheridan, don't you remember? I told you that first time that when we done I would have to keep you." I feel a curious pang in my chest at his words. An almost hope. "You issued that challenge and I couldn't resist. So I watched you, came into your house, watched you sleep. I knew the moment I saw you with your bleeding hands and fierce eyes that I had to have you and when I did..." He sucked in a breath closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring the memory of our embrace. Slowly he opened them to fix on me. "How could I ever let you go?" I struggle to my feet our eyes locked, he's so close I can feel his breath on my face, the heat from his body. I see the tenderness in his gaze as he reaches through the bars to grasp a lock of my wild wavy hair. It's still damp so I know I haven't been out long. My heart stutters as I watch him drag that long lock of hair through the bars to trail the ends over his cheek, over his lips, down his chin. A slow smile crosses his lips. "Now you are all mine." And the terror that should strike in my heart is somehow muted by the hot possession I see in his eyes. That I should be so wanted, maybe one day loved by him pulls me off balance. In this moment I surrender to him. Cause fuck it, why fight him? When he's the one that can finally make me cum.