Through The Woods Pt 03

It's been an eventless rest of the week, no sign of my little stalker. I enjoyed the past days summerly temperatures and made it my new goal to provoke him as much as I could. My dresses shorter than short, my panties nonexistent, and my nightly fun with myself spicy and wet. But nothing, no sign at all, and I soon was sick on putting on a show for him.

It's Friday night and I'm meeting my girls at the bar. I was too busy to join them as of late, with work and my newest 6'5 tall hobby but decided it's time to go out today and put myself back on the market. My black dress is tight and short, my heels high and my red hair curly. I look as sexy as I feel right now. The music's loud, the drinks strong and the vibe amazing. A few drinks later I'm tipsy and talking to some good-looking guy that bought me my last drink. His brown eyes sparkle as he talks to me about his job, I actually stopped listening to him a while ago. As interesting as he is, I didn't come here to talk. Not tonight. I need to get rid of that everlasting tension and arousal that keeps me company during the past weeks.

I lean forward, my lips touch his ear, my hair tickle his skin and he inhales sharply. "Want to escape from here?" I ask, and he nods, grabs my hand and gestures me to the door. I wave at my friends, my best friend Kailee winks at me. I didn't tell anybody about my nightly stalker and what's going on, but my friends know it's not a surprise I came here to get laid tonight.

A pull on my hand reminds me off the guy that pulls me with him. Chad? Chuck? My eyebrows furrow as I try to remember his name. What does it even matter? This is going be a one-time thing anyways. He takes me to his car, asks me for the address and we're pulling into my driveway not much later. He's a true gentleman opening my door, guiding me inside but shortly after the gentleman is gone and his hands surround my face, and his body pushes me against the wall. His hands find my hip and neck and he's kissing me like a starved man having his first meal in forever.

What if he's watching right now? I shake my head. Focus, Jade. Who cares what he does. He didn't contact you in days, maybe he got what he wanted. I concentrate on Chads hands that just grabbed my ass and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist I hump on his growing crotch. What I feel there lets my excitement grow. He moans into my mouth and dry fucks me against the wall. My phone that's still in the pocket of my brand-new coat, which is laying on the ground, vibrates constantly. My eyes go wide, and my gaze jumps to the ceiling. I still don't know where those cameras are but, in this moment, I'm sure he's watching me. I pull my head back and look at my visitor.

"Chad, why don't you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable? I'll grab something to drink." Thankfully I seemed to use the correct name and my feet touch the ground a few seconds later.

"Don't let me wait, Baby," he sings and goes down the hall. Baby... urgh. I roll my eyes, grab my phone and walk into the kitchen. There's like a million text messages from my favorite unknown number.

*Kitten, what the fuck do you think you're doing?*

*I hope he will be ok losing his hands.*

*And his lips.*

*And his fucking dick.*

*Kitten.*

*Kitten!*

*JADE! You're mine, don't fucking forget that. Send him home. Right now! Be a good girl and tell him you changed your mind. Don't make it even worse for him. I'm not in the mood for your little games. I'll outlive him if he doesn't leave your house in the next 2 minutes.*

And the last one...

*Alright. I hope you're happy with the consequences.*

I stare at my phone, breathing heavily, as I hear a rumble from down the hall "CHAD?!" Clawing my phone tightly, I basically run into my living room just to see Chad pushed against the wall, a hand on his throat, his hands up in the air and a very, very angry bull in front of him. Chad's eyes are wide in shock, staring at me, pleads me to help him without saying a word.

"I warned you, Kitten. I told you to send him home, but you didn't listen. Now, what to do with him? Any ideas, Baby?" I cringe about the name, not able to get anything out. "Nothing? It's a shame. Do you like your hands, Chad? The hands you touched my property with. Didn't she tell you that she's mine and not yours to touch? Didn't she tell you that she's been a bad kitten by bringing you here, by letting your mouth touch hers? Poor, little Chad. You should've stayed home tonight." His eyes grow wider with every word, and I shoot him an apologizing look.

"Let him go. It's not his fault..." I begin but in the moment his head spins around I remain quiet.

"That's true. It's YOUR fault. You should've known better, Kitten, should've known that I won't be happy about another mans mouth and hands that touch my property. Nobody gets to touch you but me. Isn't that fucking right?!" I nod, too scared to say another word. "See, that wasn't so hard. Now, say goodbye to little Chad. I'm afraid y'all won't see each other again."

"No, no, no, no. I'm sorry, ok? Please let him go. Let him down. He has nothing to do with this. He didn't know. Let him go. I'm begging you. You're mad at me, not him. Punish me. Show me how mad you are, but please let him go." I walk closer to him with every word I say, grabbing his arms with my hands, shooting him a pleading look. "Please." You sigh.

"Fine." He's losing his death grip and Chad falls to the floor, collects him self and runs towards the door.

"SICK! BOTH OF YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE!" he shouts, rushing into the night.

My body is shaking as I turn towards my stalker and see the rage inside his beautiful blue eyes. I attempt to walk backwards but his hands shoot forward and grab my throat. "Mine, Kitten, you are fucking MINE! Isn't that fucking right?" Unable to speak I just nod. "Good. I'm glad we're agreeing on that. You said you're sorry. Show me how sorry you are. On your knees. NOW! Mouth wide open."

My knees bend on their own and I fall to the ground. My eyes lock into his, too scared to look away. His hands find the button and zipper of his jeans and it falls to his ankles just seconds later. No underwear, of course not. His rock-hard cock shoots forward and I know that I won't ever make it fit into my mouth. He grabs it with his fist and taps it against my chin. "Open up for me, Kitten. I said open your fucking mouth." Scared, but also very turned on of his tone, I open my mouth and the tip slides right in. "Suck," he commands me, and I do. The salty taste of his precum has me whimpering in no time and I squirm on my knees. "Hold still. Let me fuck that pretty, little mouth of yours," he continues, and before I know what's happening, his cock is halfway down my throat.

His head falls back, he growls my name, and his hands find the back of my head, fisting my hair. Hitting the back of my throat, he fucks my mouth mercilessly. It has me gagging and gasping for air soon, but he just fucks it harder and deeper. A cold breeze between my legs reminds me of the fact that I decided against underwear tonight and I can't help but soak the carpet under my knees with my juices. Shortly later there's a small puddle underneath of me and I'm squirming even harder now. His hands grab my hair tightly as he increases speed. It pains me but I'm not dumb enough to tell him to stop. I know he's raging, and deep inside I love this. A hand slides to my left nipple, pinching it hard. I squeak in pain just to moan right after. My moaning sends vibrations through his body, and he growls deeply. His eyes find mine and I can tell that he's close to cumming. "Swallow," he commands me, just in the moment the first shot of his load hits the back of my throat, and I won't dare to disobey. I swallow every last drop, gulping it down, devouring it. "Good girl, Kitten. Good Job," he praises, pulling his cock out of my mouth. My attempt to get up gets interrupted harshly. "Did I tell you that you're done? No, Kitten. I'm not done with you yet."

My eyes shoot wide. He steps back, takes a seat onto my sofa. "Come here." Two words, and I try to stand up. "No, no. Crawl!" I confused noise is leaving my mouth. "You heard me. Crawl to me." I swallow down my backtalk and the feeling of shame, take a deep breath and crawl towards him, placing myself next to his knees. "Good Girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" I don't care to answer. He taps my chin. "Answer me. Was it hard?"

I grit my teeth. "No."

"No, what?", he asks. My anger is crawling up my spine and lets me shake. "No WHAT, Kitten?" he tries again.

"No, Sir," I hiss into his face, and he chuckles. He taps my chin again, grips it with his fingers and turns my head until I face him.

"Take off your dress. Expose yourself to me just like you did the past few days. Was that fun, Kitten? Was it fun to show yourself off to Daddy? To play with your needy, little pussy knowing he will watch you? Don't you dare deny that you did that just for me." Every word has me whimpering more, my anger gone, my pussy throbbing instantly. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, the cold air hits my heated flesh and is letting me shiver. His eyes wander down between my legs, spy my wetted thighs. "Look at you, all needy and ready for Daddy. Desperate for his touch. But you've been a bad girl, Kitten, so disobedient letting another man touch my possession. Daddy won't touch you, but that doesn't mean you won't feel any pleasure. Lay down, spread those pretty legs, expose yourself to Daddy and touch yourself like you did every single night last week. Play with that tight, little cunt wishing it was me. Go ahead."

I sigh but obey. Taking a seat right in front of him, I lean back until my back's touching the ground. I spread my legs, the cold breeze has me whining. My hands wander down my body, down my legs, before I touch my throbbing clit. Not taking my eyes off him, I slide one finger in, add a second just right after. He's gritting his teeth; his eyes sparkle in heat but he's not making a move. Not even as I add another finger and whimper for him.

"Does that feel good, Kitten? Is it enough? Or do you want Daddy to touch you?" I know that he's just teasing me. He will stick to his promise and not touch me, no matter how badly I want him to. I whimper, my eyes roll back as I hit the sweet spot inside of me. "Eyes on me," he commands, and my eyes find his again. "Add another one. Spread that needy pussy for Daddy. Fill it out. Give it what it wants," he continues, his voice so husky that it's barely understandable. This must be torture for the both of us. "You have two hands, isn't that right? Twist those pretty nipples, Kitten. Make it hurt for me."

I nearly orgasm with the first try. My hips rock up, and I lose my focus. He snarls, clicks his tongue and reminds me of the unspoken rule to ask for permission first. I didn't forget. "Please," I whimper, "May I please cum? Please." I'm so lost in my pleasure that I can barely get out the words and talk. He doesn't answer, just looks at me with those ice blue eyes, and leans back. He enjoys watching me struggle, enjoys that I can barely hold back. This is a test, a test for my obedience. My whimper turns into a cry, and I can feel tears sting in my eyes. The roll down my face, drip onto the floor. My pleading increases. I chant the words like a prayer for mercy, mercy that won't be granted. I just know that he won't let me cum. He's teaching me a lesson, and we both enjoy every second of it.

My hips rock back and forth while I'm fucking myself with my fingers. His eyes fall between my legs, caress me without any touch. "Do you want Daddy to touch you, Kitten?" he teases again.

"Please! Yes, please. Please touch me. It's not enough," I cry out, and he gifts me a dark chuckle.

"Did you learn your lesson?" I nod maniacally in reply, biting my lower lip to hold back the upcoming tears. "Are you sure?!" he asks again, and I can't help but cry out loudly. He gets on his feet, shoots forward, and crouches over me the second later. His hands pull my fingers out of my pussy, replacing them with his. His name is a prayer on my lips as he begins to thrust into me. "Cum on my fingers, Kitten. Let go," he says and the cry, the howl, the scream that's leaving my mouth is nothing I've ever heard from me.

"DADDY! FUCK!" I scream and he continuously fucks my pussy, showing not a glimpse of mercy. I cry, I beg, I scream, I cum. Wave after wave hits my exhausted body as I shake in uncontrollably orgasms. His voice sweet, his words caressing, he encourages me to keep going until I beg him to stop. With a last, hard slap on my bare pussy he lets go off me.

I'm panting like I've ran a marathon, curl myself to a ball. He's kissing my forehead before lifting me into his arms, carrying me to my bed. He lays me down, slips under the beddings right next to me. His arms wrapped around me I'm drifting into a deep sleep. The next morning, he is gone, my sore muscles stay with me though.