You don't fight me, he'd say. This is what you get for your defiance. Stay still. I'd whimper, half in fear and half in anticipation as he slowly penetrated me. He'd slide it deeper, stretching my slick walls around his girth. Damn, but I was wet and ready. Still, I couldn't quite bring myself over the edge, even with my toy moving wetly in and out of me. I glanced over toward the open curtains and the dark neighborhood outside. Half hoped he was watching, touching himself, panting like me.
Now suck, he'd command, and slide a finger into my mouth. I'd know what was coming, but be powerless to stop it. With a masculine groan, he'd run his slick finger around the tight bud of my asshole. You need this, don't you, he'd tell me. Say it. I would say it for him, quickly, breathlessly. I need it in my ass. Fuck, I was close now, my breathing erratic. I slipped the slim toy into my ass a little and just held it there, keeping myself right on the edge.
Something changed in my peripheral vision. The porch lights had come on at the house that stood empty across the street. A man was sitting on one of the chairs with his feet up. In my state of suspended ecstasy I almost missed the several beer bottles in front of him, indicating he'd been there for a good while, with a clear view into my bedroom. Even through the haze of pleasure the significance of multiple empty beer bottles was not lost on me. How long had he been out there, enjoying the show? He watched me watching, straightened his posture a little and gave a jaunty wave. Fuck me. I came explosively. It was him.
Weak from the powerful orgasm still rocking me, I collapsed back onto the bed. What the hell, he'd seen it all already. I could close the curtains in a minute, and then run over and give him a piece of my mind. I lay there, catching my breath as common sense and reality asserted itself. No way in hell should I go over there and put myself right into the hands of a man who'd already shown himself willing to break in and take what he wanted. What did he want though?
From the side of my eye I saw the porch light go out again. My legs worked, finally. I crossed the room and shut the curtains with something of a snap. Once again I'd had a stellar orgasm, but ended feeling confused and frustrated. This guy had really gotten in my head. He'd pushed all my buttons last week, and now he didn't make a move? Except to let me know he was there, watching. Irrationally angry and still a little horny, I checked the locks on my doors and windows, before indulging in a long hot shower. If he'd actually moved in across the street, then the fun was just beginning. We'd play this game out to the last. I grinned in anticipation at the prospect of teasing him beyond endurance while safe inside my home.
