Emma slipped into bed after pulling on a cotton sleeping gown, bone tired but feeling better after the hot shower. School and work five days a week did that to a girl. She was just glad that her weekend had come at last. Despite her damp hair, as soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. She did not remain so for long.
Still hazy from sleep and unwilling to wake, she thought she dreamt the feeling of her bedcovers being lifted slowly from her body, exposing her to the chill of the autumn air. She curled to her side and balled into herself with a small whimper. Even when a large warm hand palmed her bared thigh she just sighed and fought the urge of wakefulness. And when a large naked body followed she only unfurled herself to welcome the heat into her bed. The large hard body stiffened in response, but she only smiled and pressed every inch of herself to her dream companion, thankful that at least in her dreams she had someone to hold and someone to hold her back.
"God you're so sweet." Said a gruff voice into her hair, and she felt a sharp chilled nose nuzzling into the arch of her neck. The nose tickled but the voice and the words brought a pleasant sensation spiraling from low in her belly to the intimate space between her thighs. The sudden arousal caused her to press her thighs together and hum with pleasure.
"Fuck." The deep voice was breathy against her neck, and she moved her head to expose more of her skin to it.
In response, the hand at her thigh gripped harder onto her aching flesh and a heated wet mouth took advantage of the neck she so readily exposed, urgently kissing and sucking her there.
"Oooh..." She moaned aloud, finally starting to wake, but still barely registering her situation.
Another hand slipped under her head and turned her face up and then the mouth descended hot and hard onto her surprised mouth. A hot searching tongue licked inside her mouth, tasting until a primal groan seemed to almost be wrenched from her dream man. She jolted to full consciousness just as the hard male body rolled her onto her back and shifted between her thighs before laying its full weight on to her in a smooth movement.
She let out a strangled cry into the devouring mouth above hers, and stiffened in shock. All she could see was black in the dark room, but she could FEEL him, and it was definitely a him. She could feel the large muscled body covering hers, felt scrape of the short bristles of a shaven face with every kiss, but most of all she could feel the very hard to ignore oversized cock that pressed against the slit of her cunt.
Confusion, fear, and arousal seized in her chest as she finally began to protest, tearing her mouth away from the insistent hungry mouth taking hers, and cried, "GET OFF OF ME!" She sounded just as terrified as she felt, but it fueled her strength as she began shoving, bucking, and kicking out in an effort to remove the uninvited guest from herself.
"Stop. Stop." The voice commanded softly as they struggled.
"NO! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"
Her balled fist collided with a strong jaw, shocking her assailant enough the stop fighting with her. She managed to sit up a little and pull their bodies from contact, but he recovered quickly. His palm cracked against her cheek, stunning her but she was glad to realize he hadn't put much strength in that slap or she would be out cold. Her relief was short-lived because in the next minute he seized her throat hard and shoved her back down into the pillows, pinning her there.
She couldn't breathe and her eyes were beginning to bulge from pressure of blood that filled her head. She shoved at his immovable chest, but that only made him tighten his one handed grip on her neck until she only had strength to uselessly pry at his strong fingers. At that moment, she truly feared that this would be how she died, and at that thought, the sting of tears burned in her eyes until they seeped from the corners of her eyes and into the hair at her temples.
She registered the sound of a click just before the dark room was bathed in the bright light of the lamp at her bedside table, revealing the scowling familiar face of her attacker.
William.
At the sight of her face, his expression softened and he let off on the pressure of his hand against her throat. She took heaving gasps of air, relieved but scared of what was to come. She tensed warily as he used the back of his fingers to brush away her tears.
"Do not hit me again Emma." His voice was deep and hard, and unfamiliar to her even though she had been acquainted with him for a few years now. She had heard it only a few times during the one-sided conversations she engaged him in, weekly.
William, as he was known to her, was a handsome six-foot-something man that regularly shopped at the grocery store where she was employed. She had always had a soft spot for him not only because he was handsome in a dark rough sort of way, but also because he was so grossly unaware of it and so very awkward. He was a dark, unapproachable, oddball customer that usually shopped for at least an hour only to buy the same things every time; a bag of fuji apples, wheat bread, cheddar cheese, turkey meat, orange juice, and exactly one other item that differed from week to week upon her recommendation.
She had found it endearing and amusing to watch him stalking through the aisles, perusing the products, but never adding to his basket. He was anything but endearing now. He had successfully scared the fuck out of her. How had he known where she lived? How did he get into her apartment?
When she finally got her breaths under control, she asked him just that.
"I followed you home. I always do." He said it matter-of-factly, as if that was the most natural and normal thing for a man to do.
She swallowed hard, noting that it hurt to do so. Her throat was likely bruised.
"As for how I got in, I used the bathroom window from the roof."
She was unwillingly impressed by his answer. Her apartment was at the top floor of three floors, and her bathroom window was not accessible by any stairs or near anything climbable. It was for that reason that she had not worried about leaving it wide open, especially when the bathroom tended to develop mold when it was not properly aerated. That had been a mistake, apparently, because he had gained access to her apartment by going to the roof top and swinging in from the ledge overhanging the window. It was a dangerous feat, made by a dangerous man. A dangerous man who was presently leaning naked over her, a hand at her throat and the other stroking her cheek, looking at her with a strange glint in his eyes.
"Please don't hurt me." She pleaded stock still beneath him as more tears seeped from her eyes.
"I will try not to." She was dismayed at his words and by his pleasant deep voice, a voice that under any other circumstances, she would have adored.
"You don't have to do anything, William. You can still leave. I won't go to the police. I promise."
"I don't want to leave. And you won't go to the police either way." He said with an edge to his tone that promised dark consequences.
His eyes lowered to her the exposed pink flesh between her thighs. Her gown had rode up to her hips during their struggle, and her thighs were spread wide to accommodate his big body. She saw desire burn to life in his eyes and his nose flared.
Emma tried to close her legs, but one of his hand shot out to clamp the inside of her knee, forcing her leg up to her chest and spreading it wide.
"DON'T!" She tried to kick at him again but he dodged deftly and gave her throat a warning squeeze.
"Please!" She pleaded, more scared than she had ever been in her life, especially when she looked down between his legs and was taken aback at the sheer size of him. Did he think to fit that enormous cock into her?
