Through The Woods Pt 01

It began a couple of weeks ago. I got home from work and my front door wasn't locked the way I left it this morning. I always make sure to lock it twice. Firstly, I believed in my own lack of concentration, the day had already begun stressful, and waved the anxious thoughts away. But as soon as I walked into my kitchen and found a picture of mine with a little note on it, I knew it wasn't my fault. The picture showed me, sleeping on my bed, wearing a small thong and a cropped shirt. My body spread like a starfish, legs spread open and my ass up in the air. My bedroom is on the ground floor, and I usually keep my windows closed at nights, but it had been so warm lately that I made an excuse and enjoyed the small breeze. But that wasn't the worst about that photo. The photographer took it from inside my bedroom. At first, I was shocked, then I felt a small glimpse of arousal crawling up my spine, and that shocked me even more. I read the little note.

*You're so beautiful when you sleep, Kitten.*

I basically ran down the hall, checked the windows in my room, looked left and right and closed the curtains. The next night I didn't close an eye, nor did I sleep a single second. When the sun went up in the morning, I told myself that this interaction won't affect me and that I'm not scared. Not even I did believe myself. I got up, got ready, grabbed my morning coffee and made sure to lock the door twice on my way out. I felt eyes watching me the whole way to my car. I shook the feeling off, went to work and forced myself not to think about it anymore.

Days and days pass by, the feeling of being watched stays. I don't find any more notes, my door is always locked the way I left it in the mornings, but I can feel him watching me. He observes my every move ever since that day, waiting in the shadows until his time to shine has come. His eyes follow me wherever I go, whatever I do and it's sending chills through my body. I would never openly admit it, but to have all his attention, even though I don't know who he is or what he's up to, has me in a state of constant arousal.

I begin to wear revealing clothes, more revealing than ever, just to pay it back to him, to make him suffer like I do. I stop wearing bras, I've never really been a fan of them anyways, and the thought of him watching me turns my nipples into hard rocks and I want him to see. And if I wouldn't have known already that he's watching closely, I would've with the first order of lingerie that gets delivered. There's a little note added and the dry words on it make me giggle.

*Since you don't seem to like your old Bras anymore, let me gift you some new ones. Be a good girl and wear them for me. Nobody's allowed to see what's mine. I'm afraid I'll have to help them forget if they do.*

My eyes shoot wide but the brat in me wants to show him that whatever he's doing will not affect me at all. I turn the small paper around, grab a pen and begin to answer him.

*I'm good without, thank you. Not my style anyways. I'm not yours and I'll never be, don't act like you own me.*

I grin at my own words, grab the unopened package and place it on the bench on my front porch putting the note on top. I know he'll find it eventually. Swinging my hair over my shoulder I walk back inside. The rest of the evening is eventless and before I tuck myself into bed, I can't help myself but check if the package is still there. I'm not even surprised to find it gone. Letting out a small giggle I go inside and straight to bed.

It's in the middle of the night when I open my eyes the next time. I'm laying on my belly, and I'm so slowly waking up that it takes me a moment to realize that my wrists are tied together and stuck to the bedframe. I begin to squirm on the bed, grunting in frustration that I can't escape the trap when I hear a deep giggle right behind me. I let out a scream, turning my head around but everything I can see is a tall, dark clothed man standing in the corner of my bedroom. I scream even louder now. "You sick asshole, untie me! NOW!" but that just increases the giggling sounds turning into a deep laugh.

"You've been a bad girl, kitten, I hope you'll enjoy the consequences." The depth of his voice sends a shiver up my spine. Confused by the throbbing between my legs, I notice in shock that he walks towards me, rubbing his hands together, a smirk on his face. His mouth is the only thing that's not covered by the shadow of the hood his sweater has. I scream and kick my feet, crawling up the bed away from him. One fast movement and my ankle is in his hand, pulling me back to him. "Nuh uh, you're not getting away from me. You decided to ignore my warning, kitten, you'll take the consequences like a big girl now." And with that he places yourself on the bed, pulling me ass up in the air over his lap. My tiny panty doesn't cover anything, and I feel exposed.

I feel the first slap before I even know what's happening to me. A surprised scream leaves my mouth, but I can't deny that I'm also instantly wet. Not even to mention how sick it is to be spanked by a fucking stranger, a stalker that broke into my house in the middle of the fucking night, and I can't help but enjoying it. Tears of shame sting in my eyes and run down my cheeks slowly. Slap after slap finds my cheeks, and shortly after he's able to feel how my pussy juices soak your dark jeans. He lets out a dark growl and I know he's just as turned on as I am. At that point I'm still crying but also shamelessly moaning. With a last hard spank my torture has ended, and his hands caress my sore cheeks. "Good Girl, Kitten. You did so well," he praises and the cheeks on my face blush and turn into the same color as my ass. "Now tell me, what did we learn?" he asks, and my answer is nothing more than a grunt. I'll for sure won't play his sick mind games.

"Fuck you," I hiss, and try to kick him. I can feel him shake his head and another spank lands straight on my ass. I howl out, spitting out another curse. But then he's changing his tactic, and two fingers slide between my legs and straight into my soaked pussy. Letting out a loud cry, I can't help myself but push back towards his fingers. He fingers my pussy with quick thrusts, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. My orgasm's building up ridiculously fast, causing me to beg. "Please let me cum, please. Please!" Pleading after pleading is leaving my mouth and just in the moment of sweet release he stops moving completely. I shout out in frustration, cussing around.

A sigh leaves his mouth followed by a giggle. "Next try. What did we learn, kitten?" he asks. I remain quiet. Another sigh and his fingers begin to move again. They fuck me hard and my juices splash onto his hand, legs and forearm. Just in the moment I start begging again he stops, asking me again.

Gritting though my teeth I give in, not able to stand it another minute "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please let me cum. I promise I'll wear those fucking bras when you let me cum right now!"

"Good girl." And with that he moves his hand, increases speed and curls his fingers in a certain way, fucking me senseless. I cum on them just seconds later, so loud that it might blast his eardrums, but I couldn't care less. He keeps praising me through my orgasm, encourages me to cum again and even harder, and I can't do anything but obey. I cover the side of my bed, the floor and definitely his clothes with my juices, about to pass out once I'm done and coming back down. His hands untie my wrists, turn me around and tuck me in. A kiss on my forehead and I'm drifting into sleep. A whispered "Remember your promise" follows me into my dreams and when I wake up the next morning the package is right next to my bed waiting for me to be opened.