Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

Wyn

Kai and I have been dancing for a couple of hours, and his hands are all over me, squeezing my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple over the fabric of my dress. And the kissing. Goddamn, the guy can kiss. His lips are all over me as I move my hips and lose myself in the music. Only because I'm aided by the alcohol, though. In real life, there's no way I'd be this open and free.

"Let's get out of here," he says, dragging his lips over my ear. When he gets to the lobe, he sucks it into his mouth and pinches it between his teeth.

"My place," I say loudly, struggling to be heard over the music that's vibrating the cement floor.

We could go back to his place, but generally, the guy's rooms are fucking disgusting. Wrappers and fast-food cups everywhere, a stained, uncovered mattress, and a bathroom that hasn't seen bleach in at least three semesters…

Yeah, no thanks.

His hand brushes down my arm, and he hooks his fingers with mine, pulling me off the dance floor. "Sounds great."

I shoot a quick text to Alexis, letting her know that I'm going to head home with Kai, and then I follow him out into the crisp night. He finished his last drink hours ago, so I feel safe driving with him.

As we get into his car, I remember I have a possible stalker. I wonder for a second if I should warn Kai, but I ultimately decide against it. Kai is huge. His presence might just scare the stalker off, and encourage him to leave me alone.

As we pull up to my place, Kai parks in front. He follows me up the short walkway, slapping my ass as I dig into my purse and fumble around for my keys. I finally fish them out, find the correct key, and push the door open with a drunken flourish.

The apartment is dark, and I flip the light on, my breath held. My gaze immediately falls to my bed, and there, lying on top of the comforter is a white gardenia.

Fuck.

Tossing my purse aside, I slam the door shut behind Kai and slide the chain into place. My heart speeds up as Kai saunters around my small studio apartment, hands in his pockets, scrutinizing my decor.

"You have a nice place," he says appreciatively.

I swallow. "Um, thanks."

Feeling a bit braver with Kai here, I head straight to the bathroom, pulling the shower curtain aside. Empty. Then I go to the closet in the bedroom/living room area. It's small, but someone could fit inside. Also empty.

"You okay?" Kai asks.

I walk over to the bed and pick up the flower. There's a small folded piece of paper underneath, and I open it up. It's a note, typewritten.

Miss me, Pretty Thing?

I blink down at the note and hold up the flower with my other hand. "Someone has been leaving these on my bed," I say robotically, disconnected.

Kai frowns. "Who?"

"I don't know."

"So, they, what…break in?"

"Yeah," I say. "And I have no idea how they're getting in, but it's happened a couple of times." I stop short of telling him what happened last night because I'm afraid it might scare him off.

Walking over to me, Kai pulls me into his arms, his large hands cupping my ass. "Once he sees me, trust , he'll leave you the fuck alone."

" Mmm ." I tilt my head to the side, signaling what I want from him. "Let's hope you're right."

With a chuckle, he takes the hint and leans down to kiss my neck, pulling my thin dress straps down at the same time. I'm not wearing a bra, so once the top of my dress falls, my breasts are exposed. Cold air brushes over my nipples, making them harden.

"Lie down," he says gruffly.

Excitement zips through me. It's been so long since I've been properly fucked, so I'm more eager than I should be. What would people think if they knew how little it took for Kai to get me into bed?

Ugh. Pushing that thought away, I scramble onto the mattress. Kai finds the overhead light switch, and flips it, plunging the room into darkness. Then he walks over to my patio doors and opens them, letting in the briny ocean breeze.

I prop myself up onto my elbows. "What are you doing?"

He turns back to me with a cocky smile. "I want your basement dweller to see how a real man fucks," he says. "Maybe he can take notes."

Oooh, cocky. I like.

Kneeling on the bed next to me, he presses his lips to mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth as we fumble with each other's clothes—him pulling my dress and panties down my hips, and me clawing at his zipper like a rabid animal.

"Wait," I say, pulling away. "Do you have a condom?"

"I never leave home without one," he rasps, then leans back in, and we start tearing at each other again.

Somehow, I end up naked on the bed while he's still fully clothed, which doesn't seem fair, but I'm not complaining now. My clit is throbbing, and I'm so desperate for release, it's a miracle I didn't beg him to fuck me in the car.

Reaching down, he flips me over onto my stomach, then pulls my hips up, so I'm in downward dog, my ass in the air. Cold air brushes over my pussy as I bury my head in my pile of pillows and wait for Kai's next move.

Seconds tick by, then I hear a grunt followed by silence. A few more seconds pass, and I get impatient, so I wiggle my ass playfully. I hear something tear and I wonder if it's him putting the condom on.

Ugh, the agony of waiting.

I'm about ready to get up and help him, so we can get this ball rolling when I feel the mattress dip. He grabs my wrists and secures them together with zip-ties. The distinctive zip of plastic is loud in the silence of the room.

Wow, okayyy. Kai is more kinky than I thought. I don't have any zip ties, so he must have brought them with him. Talk about being prepared. A second later, he places something over my eyes, tying a soft length of fabric behind my head.

Now he really has me intrigued. Normally, I wouldn't go for something like this. Not openly, at least. I have secret fantasies like everyone else. Fantasies of pain and domination. But there's no way I'd tell anyone because I'm afraid of the judgment.

I learned a long time ago what's expected of me. Over the course of my life, my parents have made that quite clear. Being good and doing what was expected of me garnered their praise and attention. I was a reflection of them, as parents. Anything even slightly embarrassing to them would get me something worse than a tongue-lashing…

I was ignored.

And, hand to heart, I'm serious when I say, I would have rather been beaten. Because when you're ignored, you feel…like you're nothing like you're no one. You're not even worthy of the air you breathe.

So, yeah, the fear of judgment is a big thing for me.

But right now, I'm drunk as fuck, and if I'm being honest, I'm still revved up from my encounter with the stranger last night, so fuck it. If Kai tells anyone about the kinky shit we did, I'll just deny it.

His hand brushes over my pussy, then smooths over my ass cheek, coming down with a hard whack . The vibration ripples through my body, and my eyes roll back in my head. Oh, yes .

"Mmmm," he moans, the deep reverberation making my pussy clench. I conjure up the image of Lucas and imagine he's the one here with me right now, tying me up, smacking my ass.

His fingers brush over my pussy and it twitches. My body is so responsive, so eager, it's embarrassing. Pulling against my restraints, I press my blindfolded face into the pillows to muffle the whimper that bubbles up from my throat. But I can't breathe like that, so I twist my head to get a little air.

Dragging his fingers up the length of my slit, he pauses at my asshole, and every muscle in my body tenses instantly. I've never explored ass-play, and I don't intend to do that now, and with Kai of all people. I'm cool with a quick fuck to take the edge off, but that's where our little adventure ends.

He applies a little pressure, and I move my hips to the side in a silent show of protest. He grabs my hips and pulls me back, his low chuckle reverberating in the silence of my apartment. That voice. It's deep and doesn't sound like Kai at all. I'm drunk, though, and admittedly, I don't know Kai very well.

But, if I'm being honest, Kai not sounding like himself is a plus, because it makes it that much easier for me to imagine he's someone else—someone with cold blue eyes, and a cocky-as-fuck smile that makes my clit twitch.

He spreads me open and I feel something pressed lightly against my entrance. Is it his hand? His cock? Something else? It hovers there for a second, teasing. Maybe he's waiting to see if I'll pull away again.

What a fucking cock tease. Literally.

I wiggle my ass again and moan a little. I'll beg if I have to, but thankfully, a second later, he pushes into me slowly, and I'm relieved when I realize it's his cock.

Halfway in, he pauses, then pushes in the rest of the way quickly, with one violent thrust. The movement jolts me forward, and I moan again loudly, but thankfully, the sound is absorbed by the pillow. The sensation of being filled has me gasping. I groped him through his pants back at the club, but he was a lot bigger than he felt. He fills me to the brink of pain.

And if thought he would be gentle, then I was wrong. Gripping my hips tightly, he pulls me back while thrusting into me again. The pain of being stretched leaves me gasping, and I squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face deeper into the pillows. I can't breathe, but I couldn't breathe anyway. I'd rather have my face hidden, so Kai doesn't know how much pain I'm in, because then he might stop. And he can't stop.

He fucks me hard, unmercifully, jerking into me, his cock slamming against my cervix over and over . After a few minutes, my body accommodates him, fitting around his girth. It feels amazing, and I'm so damn wet, it's a wonder he's able to get any traction at all.

I whimper into the pillows, my body slowly coming alive under his assault. He slaps my ass, the sting rocking through me, adding to the chaos of pleasure.

And when he reaches around and touches my clit, I jerk and pull against the zip-ties, clenching my hands into fists. Dear God. I'm seconds away from losing it. Spots start to flicker behind my eyelids, and my entire body is vibrating like a goddamn tuning fork.

His fingers thread through my hair, and he tugs hard, pulling my head back. I can feel him lean forward, his chest brushing against my hands, as he brings his mouth to my ear. "This cunt is mine. "

My whole body stiffens instantly. That's not Kai's voice. I recognize that deep baritone. It's the same one from last night, the voice from my waking dream. Or nightmare. Whatever you want to call it.

Swallowing, I try to twist away, but I'm tied up and blindfolded. He has complete control of my body. "What do you want from me?" I squeak out.

He pulls out of me, nearly all the way, then pushes back in again, groaning loudly. " This pussy," he growls, and his tone is so dark and so primal, it sends a little zip of pleasure careening through my body.

I don't want that, though. I want to be horrified. I want to hate what's happening. I mean, that's what I'm supposed to feel, right? But despite knowing I should hate this, I can feel my body opening up, welcoming this stranger's brutal invasion.

Tears sting my eyes as his thrusts intensify. My channel tightens around him, and he groans in response. "Fuck, yeah. That sweet pussy is strangling my cock. You can't hide that, can you?"

"Fuck you," I choke out, tears streaming down my face.

"Oh, yeah, you like it. Your body doesn't lie like you do." He sounds amused like this is all fun and games to him. "I've been waiting a long time to come inside this pussy…" It sounds like he says again after that, but I can't be sure. My heart is beating so hard and so fast, it's hard to hear anything else.

I whimper, because I know whatever happens, I'm powerless to stop it. He's in complete control of my body, and I'm not sure why that feels….freeing. Maybe it's because I have no choice but to let go and submit to this faceless stranger.

He applies just a fraction more pressure to my clit, and that's it. My body is so keyed up, that I climax with him buried deep inside me. He's still fingering my clit, pulling my head back as liquid heat ripples through me, electrifying my veins, and I cry out from the intense pleasure of it, " Oh, fuck! "

He thrusts a few more times, then stills inside me. With a deep growl, I feel his cock pulse as he comes, his hips moving just slightly as he draws out the pleasure, allowing my pussy to milk him dry—and it does. Jezus.

When it's all over, the reality of my situation rushes in. My thoughts are a jumble. I can't breathe. Where the fuck is Kai? How did the stranger manage to get inside my apartment, and displace Kai without me even knowing?

Slapping my ass again, he pulls out of me. The second I'm free, I flip over and scramble off the bed. And blindfolded with my hands tied behind me, that's quite a feat. I bump into my nightstand, though, and start to fall, when I feel a pair of strong hands curl round my arms, and haul me upright, steadying me.

"Don't move," he says, but not in a threatening tone.

I hear him on the other side of the room shuffling around, before coming back, and yanking me around, so my back is to him. Taking my wrists, he saws at the zip-ties with a knife until the plastic finally gives way, and my wrists are free. I immediately pull the blindfold off, so I can catch this psycho's face before he disappears back into the night.

In the darkness, silhouetted by the dim lights coming in through the French doors, is the stranger who just fucked me. He's wearing black boots, a black shirt, black pants, and a black mask that covers his face. He's still looking at me as he rights himself, zipping his pants back up.

Kai is lying on the ground, unconscious. Or dead? Panic washes over me. Is he actually dead?

"Who are you?" It's a dumb question, but it's the first one my panicked brain comes up with.

He just laughs and shakes his head, nudging Kai's lifeless body. Then he looks back up at me. "I warned you," he says.

I need my phone. Where is my phone? It's in my purse, which is on the floor by the door. I take a small step to my left, the stranger's cum wetting my thighs. I'll have to lunge for it, which will be difficult, considering I have to unzip my purse and fumble around for it. I'd be better off just sprinting for the door, and running to one of the neighbor's apartment. All this goes through my head in the span of a millisecond.

I glance to my left, at the door, and he guesses the direction of my thoughts, because he steps forward, ready to chase me down.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"What do you want from me?" I ask again.

Maybe if I can figure out what he's really after, then I can negotiate. I know he's not here to hurt me, otherwise he would have done it last night while I was drugged and alone. So what then?

He just looks at me through that black ski mask, then he steps up to me. I retreat, my naked back hitting the cold plaster wall behind me. He reaches out to touch my face, but I flinch, so he catches my chin instead. "Be a good girl until I get back."

And then…he walks to my front door, unchains the flimsy lock I installed, and walks right out my front door.

As soon as the door clicks shut, I rush to grab my phone, and I immediately call 911 while simultaneously rushing to Kai. He's breathing, thank God. But by the time the police and ambulance arrive, my stalker is long gone…