I had to have her the second I laid eyes on her. It was a cold winter day, and I was sitting in some small café, working on my laptop and sipping my coffee. Black like my soul of course. The door smashed open and with the cold wind a small, tiny redhead entered the room. Her cheeks blushed from the cold, her hair surrounding her face in messy curls and her ass so juicy in those tight jeans, that my pants became tight somewhere else. Her eyes in some deep blue, so rare for a natural redhead that I wanted to explore if she's a natural or dyed.
She didn't notice me, was too busy studying the blackboard behind the counter. Her eyes drifted to the cake plates, and I couldn't help myself but fantasize about me taking her cake from behind. As she was taking her order into her hands, I was ready to go as well. My bag tugged under my arm I followed her outside straight into the snowstorm. She didn't notice me at all on her way home. Didn't notice that I followed her every step, that I fantasized about the way her body would fit to mine, the way her hair would feel wrapped around my fist while I'd thrust into her fragile little body.
She also didn't notice that I was in front of her driveway as she opened her front door and slipped inside, into her warm and cozy home. From that day on I kept an eye on her, followed her wherever she went. The winter disappeared and spring brought the heat to town, I kept myself hidden in the shadows. She can't know who I am just yet.
One night, I am on my way to her house. To watch her at night has become my current obsession. I imagine her dreaming of me, I know that she can feel me watch her. Standing in front of her window, watching her sleep, I notice that the window isn't shut like usual. I tap against it with my glove covered fingers and it opens all by itself. She murmurs in her sleep, and I remain still, wait for her to wake up but she doesn't. Sending a prayer to God, I hop through the open window, slide inside the room. She's laying on her bed, spread apart and the tiny thong and her cropped shirt don't leave much to the imagination. Her ass, up in the air, looks like a juicy peach, begging for me to bite it. Not yet, Dante, not yet. Time will come and she will beg me to taste her but until then I must remain patience.
I can't help myself and pull my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and take a picture. She looks like an angel, so peaceful, and yet so tasty. Maybe it's time to let her know that I'm watching her, that I crave her, that she's mine. The decision is made before I know what's happening. I walk over to the side of her bed, and my hand reaches out to caress her hair. It's as soft as it looks, gliding though my fingers like expensive silk. My cock is rock hard in my jeans as she moves under my hands and whimpers softly. Everything is literally perfect; it'll be fun to break her before I put her back together and it'll be my ruin to watch her come apart underneath of me.
She moves again and I quickly make my way out of her room, walk towards the door that leads into her backyard. It's not locked and looking closer to it I can tell that the lock is broken. I'll fix that, we don't want strangers to come in here at night. I chuckle. Well, strangers besides me. The sun's rising already as I make my way back to my car. She'll get up and get ready for work soon and I will have the whole morning and early afternoon to prepare my entrance. She doesn't notice my car at the other side of the road, sliding into hers and driving off.
The printing of the photo I took last night in my hands, I'm letting myself in through the backdoor. The backpack with my equipment in the other hand. I place the photo on her kitchen table, leaving a little note with it, and get to work. I install the cameras in every room, hide them so well for nobody but me to find. Sometimes it's a benefit to have my own security company, specialized for home security. I chuckle to myself; it'll be fun to watch her at every day and nighttime.
In perfect timing for her to come home, I walk out the front door, back to my car. I watch her arrive, walk inside and I hear the confused scream all over here before she runs into her bedroom and checks left and right before aggressively closing the curtains. Well, that could've gone better, but what's life without a little risk. I can see the light in her bedroom lit though all night. She doesn't get a minute of sleep. With the next morning, she walks out her door with fake confidence, looking left and right, before rushing off to work. I start my car to follow her and I'm waiting in front of the office building all day before following her back home. I know she can feel it, she can feel me watching her. My cock halfway hard all the time, I enjoy the little cat and mouse play.
I'm letting some days pass by before making my next move. She gained back her confidence, out and about for revenge now. She knows I'm watching her every move and she enjoys it more with every day. The temperatures climb up the thermometer and her clothes shrink. She found a new game to play. It's called "How much naked skin before it's inappropriate to leave the house?" and I can tell she's a pro. She's also allergic against bras as it seems. Her tiny hard nipples are in sight day in day out, an unspoken invitation to suck and twist them until she begs me to stop. She knows she's driving me insane, and she loves it.
One day, her dress is shorter than short, and her cleavage lets me see her heart, that's how revealing it is, I'm having enough. She's mine. Mine only. I can't ignore the wandering eyes of every straight male that's coming her way anymore. It's turning me into a monster. I want to unalive every single one of them, make sure they won't ever lay eyes on my property again. I watched her through the cameras, stole myself a glance or two at nights standing in front of her bed, and had enough time to inspect every corner of her home when she's at work, that I know what kind of lingerie she prefers. Besides none of course. I make my way into some small boutique into town and pick put some matching sets. This game must find an end now.
