I slowly make my way down the hallway toward the living room where I am hearing the noises. Footsteps cause a flicker of fresh fear to settle over me. Someone is definitely in my fucking house. I get to the end of the hallway, I can see in the reflection that around the corner from me is a figure standing much larger than I am. I am five foot four on a good day and this figure is at least a foot taller. Heis moving around so I can’t tell if he knows I’m here. Where he is, my purse is sitting there on a table. It’s possible he’s going through my bag.
I take a long deep breath before raising the pistol and quickly turning the corner. The giant-like man with a skull mask covering the top half of his face immediately grabs the barrel with one hand and jerks the gun away from me. He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me back against the wall. I open my mouth to scream but his words stop me.
“Come on now, Kitten. You know you can’t do anything to stop me from taking what’s mine,” he says as he brushes his lips against mine. I instantly relax when I hear him call me kitten.
That’s the nickname that tells me it’s Caleb. We set up very clear instructions that he has to identify himself in some way. I told him I had a gun, so he was prepared for that. It’s a good thing he’s faster than me because he made it seem like it wouldn't happen tonight, but I’m guessing that was his intention. I really had no idea he’d show up tonight.
Now this is the fun part where I get to run, and he will chase me down. Caleb loosens his grip on me just enough that I can slip away from him. I spring down the hallway, but he is so much faster than I thought. I get to my nightstand and almost get to my pepper spray when he grabs me by the hair and slings me into the bed.
“Stop it,” I scream as he straddles my body. I damn near break character and swoon when this man pulls a pre-cut rope from his back pocket and ties my arms to the headboard. “Let go of me.”
Caleb chuckles at me when I fight against him. He grabs my underwear and rips them off my body before pulling my shirt up to expose my breasts.
“Aw. Those were new,” I say with a pouting tone as he pulls my legs up to his shoulders. Caleb smiles at me but then suddenly grips my thighs and surges into me. “Fuck!” I arch my back and moan loudly.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Kitten,” he grunts. The way he is stretching me is mind-numbing. He has me nearly folded in half as he pounds into my pussy. I already know I’m going to be sore and tired tomorrow but it’s fucking worth it.
My thighs are shaking as my climax builds and my moans are ragged. Being used by him is the best feeling ever. Nothing can compare to how peaceful this feels. “Oh fuck. Fuck I’m gonna come,” I cry out.
Caleb drives into me harder and harder, viciously fucking me through my orgasm. His groans fuel my need for him. “Fuck, Zoe,” he moans
“Oh god. Please come in me. Please,” I whimper as my body is nearing convulsion.
“Yeah? You want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my come?” He asks. “I could put my baby in your belly, kitten.” He slows his pace and starts to rub my clit.
“Oh please,” I moan. “Please come in me. Please, Caleb.”
“Mmm,” he grunts and buries himself deeper as he drains himself inside of me.
Caleb pulls the ties on my wrists before moving to his back and pulling me to lay my head on his chest. He gently rubs my back as I listen to his heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.
“Thank you,” I say quietly.
“Thank you for trusting me,” he replies softly.
Chapter four
7 Minutes in Hell
Bully
“You are going tohave so much fun,” Kaylee chirps as we enter the party. She finally convinced me to go to a damn house party. I’ve known her since my first day of college and she has adopted me as her hermit best friend. She accepted my reclusive tendencies most of the time, but four years later, she finally convinced me. She used the excuse that this is my last year of college, and I should experience a party at least once. Unfortunately… I agree. I’ll regret it if I don’t go. I just don’t do well with people. Especially this crowd.
She knows I went to high school with several people here and understands that I was teased incessantly by the jocks. I don’t know why they did it. Although, I also never spoke up. They weren’t cruel or anything, but it would hurt my feelings when they would pick fun at me. Brett Sinclair and Zeke Cassidy were the ring leaders of the teasing, so I immediately feel like fleeing when I see them standing in the living room.
“Kaylee,” I whine. “Brett and Zeke are here.”
“Alice, baby. I mean this in the nicest way possible. Grow a backbone and tell them it bothers you. Only then are you allowed to get upset,” she says kindly. “Or… just ignore them. Have fun!”
“I need alcohol,” I frown.
“I got you, babe,” she smiles. She grabs my hand and drags me to the kitchen so she can grab two cups of beer. She shoves one in my hand as she takes a sip of the other. “Drink.”
“Ah. Warm beer,” I laugh. “What a memory I’ll cherish forever.”
“Everyone thinks you are this quiet little mouse, but I know you, Alice. You’re a bratty little smartass,” she teases.
“You’re not wrong,” I giggle.