Dangerous desires

The taxi came to a stop at the curb outside my house and I paid the fee then moved to exit the car. Planting my feet on the pavement, I rose from the backseat and turned, shutting the door behind me. The driver sped off, startling me and making me jump back as I let out a little yelp. That was a bit rude I thought to myself, slightly annoyed as I gathered my belongings to make the short walk down the path to the entrance. As I walked, I fidgeted with my keys, finding the right one just as I took the last steps to the door. I unlocked and entered, shutting and locking the door behind me. Glad to finally be home I dumped everything I was carrying right there on the floor in front of me and left it for later. I continued through the house, to the kitchen, I was parched and in need of a glass of water. Quenching my thirst quickly, I finished the first glass in one swig and filled it once again, this time savouring the cold, crisp water. As I’m drinking, I hear a faint thud from upstairs, followed by a scuffing sound and then it went quiet again. A disquieting feeling crept over me, and I strained my ears, trying to listen for any more noises. It remained quiet. Is someone in the house, I wonder warily, carefully placing the empty glass on the kitchen counter and then leaving the kitchen, sneaking through the house, trying my best to not make a sound. Despite my disquietedness, a tendril of fascination had awoken inside of me, forcing my feet forward. Slowly making my way to the staircase, I climbed the stairs while chastising myself about how stupid I am. I should be leaving the house, not investigating a weird sound. When I reached the top of the stairs, I paused to listen, only hearing my own ragged breathing and scanned the hallway in front of me looking for any movement or sound before continuing forward. I stopped in my tracks halfway when I hear another sound, as if something is dropped, coming from my bedroom at the end of the hallway. The door to my bedroom is slightly ajar. Slowly and steadily, I tiptoe close enough to see a shadow being cast on the wall opposite to where I stand creeping in the doorway. My pulse is thrumming in my ears, and I inch closer yet, my fascination peaked, wondering who is waiting for me in the room ahead. Peeking around the door, disquiet is replaced by fear as I take in what I am seeing. Before my eyes stands a very large, imposing man, at least a head taller than me with broad shoulders and muscular body, dressed in a black mechanic’s overall. He hasn’t noticed me yet as he is facing away from the entrance where I am, but I involuntarily take a frightened gulp of air and my sharp inhale isn’t discreet, and I’m discovered. He turns around to meet my frightened stare where I stand paralyzed at the threshold, his massive frame intimidating me even with the distance between us. And even though logically I can make an easy escape, I remain in place, paralyzed, hypnotized by his presence. The man is wearing a pale, white mask, stained and dirtied from regular, long-term use and his overall is visibly dirty and grimy despite its dark colour. Is it blood? “Who are you” I ask, squaring my shoulders to appear brave. I wasn’t though, heartbeat hammering in my chest, threatening to burst out of my ribcage. He says nothing and despite his head being turned in my direction I am not sure he’s entirely aware of my presence. “Who are you” I repeat my question, taking a step towards him. This time he seems to acknowledge me as he moves his head slightly and growls low, stopping me in my tracks. Why would I move?! In my head, i scream at myself for my foolishness. He observes me through his mask, remaining silent. The eyeholes are shadowed, and I can’t make out his eyes, an eerie feeling descends upon me, sending shivers down my spine. Suddenly he moves, taking a step forward. I don’t react, still frozen in place. He takes another step and then another, moving slowly in my direction until he’s within reach. There’s an otherworldly aura radiating from him, an invisible force drawing me in, holding me captive. His body heat envelops me, the air around me prickling my skin, his warmth seeping through into me, like I’m sinking into a steaming bath. Our proximity lets me know that the blood tainting his clothes is real and it is a foul, rancid smell. A smell so strong that I can faintly taste it in the back of my mouth, making my stomach churn. We stand looking at each other for a while before I, yet again, ask him who he is. Unsurprisingly, and annoyingly he refuses to answer. Charging at me, he raises his arm and grabs my throat, forcing a strangled yelp to escape my lips. He lifts me singlehandedly, throwing me up against the wall, pressing his massive frame against mine. The suddenness of it all has me confused for a moment before realization dawns upon me: and now he has me at his mercy, in a chokehold, trapped against the wall. Although there is force behind his grip, I can tell that he’s holding back, and I wonder why? The seriousness of my situation weighs heavy on me and the light-headedness of being choked clouds my mind. On a whim, he lets go of my throat causing me to drop to the floor in a heap. As he stands towering over me, I lay whimpering and coughing beside his looming presence, tears running down my face, trying to catch my breath. He still hasn’t said anything but nudges me with his boot, seemingly trying to communicate something. “What?!” I hiss at him, while raising my head to look at him, annoyance replacing fear, “What do you want?” I continue as I put a hand on the wall beside me. Staying silent, his eyes follow me as i slowly push myself up, as soon as I find my footing, he pushes me up against the wall again, prying my legs apart and inserts himself between them. It didn’t feel threatening instead it felt oddly s****l. Feeling his bulge rub against my s*x, I moan at the sensation, horrified at my body’s reaction to his assault. “You.” His voice is muffled by the mask and hoarse from what sounds like years of unuse. With rough hands he grabs my hips, making his point by grinding himself against me, as if I could miss it and it elicits another moan from me. “Please” I beg, not knowing for what, as arousal blossoms in the pit of my stomach, “Why are you doing this? You don’t know me; I don’t know you…” I ramble on, on the verge of tears. I hate how much i enjoy the feeling of his calloused hands on my hips, so warm and rough. Hate how my body reacts to his hard c**k pressing between my thighs. “I. Want. You.” He states simply, letting go of my hips while leaning back and reaching for his mask to remove it. Pulling of the mask, he reveals his face, and I realize I didn’t know what to expect. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had pictured an ugly, deformed person for som reason, but the man I was observing was everything but. His brown eyes met mine and I noticed green speckles in them, he has a straight, narrow nose with high cheekbones and a strong chin, features that would leave most women wanting more. And I am no exception. While distracted by my own thoughts, he seizes the moment to lift me up, placing his hands on the back of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. He leans in, his breath a hot whisper on my ear and wetness soaks my core as he grazes my ear with his teeth. I could’ve melted in his arms, right then and there but I wanted to push him away, I didn’t want to feel his muscular, chiselled body moulded to mine. Everything about this man conflicted me and I struggle in his embrace, pushing on his chest to no avail. He shakes his head, apparently disapproving of my little tantrum before changing his grip, moving his hand to grab my throat again. My hands fly up to grasp at his wrist, I dig my nails in, but it didn’t seem to bother him the slightest. “Stop struggling.” He croaks through clenched teeth, meeting my panicked stare. I pant for air, his grip on my throat tightening but not restricting my breathing completely. “Please, don’t hurt me” I whisper weakly, pulling on his hand, “I don’t want to die”. He looks at me with a proud a smirk on his face and I can tell that he gets off on scaring me, the bastard. But somehow, I know in this instance, he won’t hurt me. Dipping his head low, he seeks my lips with his, kissing me tentatively igniting hot waves of electricity in my veins. How deranged am I, finding pleasure in the touch of an unknown man. I have to be batshit crazy, completely out of my mind, to surrender so quickly and easily to someone that could be a murderer, let alone a stranger that broke into my home. Yet he hadn’t been dangerously violent towards me, one could argue he´d only been a bit rough. Pulled from my thoughts, he suddenly breaks the kiss and rather clumsily drops me to the floor, again, and I stumble on my feet before regaining my balance. “Errh, thank you,” I say, unable to conceal my annoyance whilst resisting the urge to kick him in the balls, “you’re a real gentleman”, I add sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him. That seemed to strike a chord with him, because he encompassed me in his arms, backing me up against the wall once more, looking at me with a blank, emotionless stare. Squirming nervously beneath his gaze, I felt like the prey in the sights of a predator. His hands started to wander along my sides, moving to my hips and then making their way to caress my breasts, squeezing hard, sending bolts of lightning to my p***y. “Please” I whimpered, need apparent in my voice. Hands were roaming my body, massaging, squeezing, pinching their way all over, not caring what I wanted. He was touching me with an urgency, almost as if he was committing me to memory. My short dress gave him easy access and soon one of his hands found its way under my dress, hooking his fingers in my panties and ripping them. Chilly air wafted over my exposed s*x, a new sensation to overload my mind. Remaining quiet, his fingers played over my bare skin, stroking my thighs, massaging my butt cheeks before touching my c**t ever so lightly. I held back a gasp, not wanting to show him how excited he made me.