I stared out the window, my legs wobbling beneath me and my chest heaving. He stepped closer to the window and I took a small step back. I couldn't make out his face due to the darkness but I could see how large of a man he was. Bigger than even Tex. Tall and lean, muscular but not bulky.
All of a sudden, I felt fearless and angry and took a step closer to the window.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed, shaking my fist at him.
He raised his head a bit more into the light and he was smiling broadly. I could only make out the lower half of his face, his squared chin angular and sharp. I took another step back, losing that brazenness. My heartbeat faltered and my breathing became shallow. I had no idea what to do. But I didn't have to do anything because he waved at me and disappeared into the darkness as he had done before. Like a ghost in the night, he just vanished. I could finally breathe. I gasped for air, my hand flying up to my throat.
Headlights appeared down the dirt road and I squinted out the window. Tex was home. I felt relief for the first time in a long time. I usually dreaded his homecomings, but tonight I was more than grateful. I hurriedly grabbed my book and sat in the chair, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. I didn't want him asking questions or getting the sense something was wrong.
"Baby?" he called out as he entered through the front door.
"Right here," I called back.
He looked to where I was sitting in the corner of the living room and shuffled over to me. He was sweaty and dirty, making me cock a brow. He noticed my expression.
"Had some dirty work to do tonight, no big deal. How are you, babe?" He bent and kissed me greedily, making me almost gag with his thick tongue shoved down my throat. I pulled away slightly and he stiffened, he hated when I pulled away from him. His big hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. "Where you going, hmm?" he whispered in my ear.
"Want to take a shower first?" I asked coyly.
He snickered, breathing hot air onto my cheek before retaking my mouth with his. He broke off the kiss first this time and nodded. "Be in bed when I'm done," he called behind his back as he jogged towards the stairs.
I took a deep breath and put my book down, side-eyeing the bay window. I saw movement from afar in the deep darkness and I got up from my chair, trying my best to ignore the stalker and get him out of my head. It was difficult, to say the least. Thoughts of him breaking in and touching me plagued my mind. And somehow, it excited me. I grew wet and tingly just thinking of him taking me away from my life and fucking me into oblivion. It was so wrong of me, I felt disgusted with myself.
I shook my head and walked upstairs and into my bedroom, opening the balcony doors. A sweet and soft breeze filtered in through the open doors and whispered across my exposed skin. I crawled onto the bed and opened my legs, toying with myself a bit, unable to help myself. I circled my clit with my finger, dipping into my wetness pooling and using it as a lubricant. I brought myself to the peak when I heard Tex coming and sighed, letting the orgasm subside.
"Look at you, all ready for me, baby." He practically jumped onto the bed, grappling me and ripping my nightgown off that I had left on for him to do just that. He liked to undress me himself. Unwrapping his gift, he always said.
"Ah!" I cried out in pain when he thrust himself into me to the hilt. He was well-endowed, not small by any means. And I needed time to adjust to his size, but he never gave me that. He was too greedy and ready to take me, not thinking of my comfort.
"Feel good, baby?" he whispered gruffly in my ear as he thrust in and out of me at an alarming pace.
"Slower," I begged, gripping his ass.
"You can take it, baby, you love how I fuck you."
I hated it. I hated every minute of his fucking me. Not only did it hurt, but he didn't focus on pleasuring me like he demanded of me. I wanted to lay back while he ate me out, but he rarely would. But would force me to give him blowjobs while he laid back with his arms behind his head.
"Yes, I love it," I lied.
"I know you do, good girl. You're so wet for me."
If only he knew who I was really wet for, but I could never let him know that. My pleasure spiked at his words, I loved being called a good girl. But it quickly died with his incessant stroking and slamming into me. Finally, I felt him tightening on top of me and I knew his release was coming. I felt relief wash over me as he came in me, my IUD filtering out his little swimmers. Nonetheless, I felt dirty when he came in me. It just didn't feel right. He rolled off of me and sighed heavily. I moved to go to the bathroom to clean myself up, but Tex grabbed my wrist, pulling me back to him.
"Round two, baby?" But I knew it wasn't a question, it was a demand. If I had hackles, they would be raised. I was furious and trepidatious in the same breath.
"Right now?" I asked meekly.
"Of course, come here, babe." He pulled me on top of him and lined me up with his cock, my sore pussy nowhere near ready to be stuffed full again. But he pushed into me again anyways, seating me fully on his still-hard cock. It was just as hard as before. He must really have been working over the weekend, not getting balls deep in some whore.
Before he could slam into me more, there was a very loud knock at the front door. It sounded like someone was taking a sledgehammer to the damn thing. I gasped and Tex jumped into action immediately. He pushed me off of him harshly and I made an oomph sound when I hit the mattress. He swung his legs over the bed and stormed towards the door butt naked.
"Tex, your clothes."
"I don't give a fuck. Who's knocking on my fucking door like the police at this time?" He stopped momentarily to glare at me from across the room.
"I-I don't know, Tex. I didn't invite anyone over if that's what you're asking," I stumbled over my words.
"Better not have," he growled, leaving the room and heading down the hall.
I jumped off the bed and threw on my nightgown, tiptoeing down the hall and peeking down the staircase at the front door where Tex was swinging it open.
"Who the fuck-" his words faltered. "Hello?" he called out loudly, his voice booming throughout the still night. "There's no one here," he said to himself, not knowing I was just above him. "I'll fucking shoot you next time, fucker!"
He turned on his heel and locked the door. I hurried back to the bedroom, shaken. I knew who it was knocking at the door, and I had no clue what would ensue next. What was this guy capable of and would he hurt me or Tex? I felt nothing at the thought of Tex being hurt and that scared me more than anything. This man I'd been with for years elicited no feelings of love from me, not an ounce. How fucked up was that?
Tex appeared in the doorway, still naked and huffed. "I don't know who it was, probably some teenagers fucking around or something." I knew he didn't really believe that, but I stayed quiet. "Come here, baby, let me finish what we started."
I mentally sighed and crawled on top of him again, seating myself on his cock and wincing from the soreness. He started to shift his hips, pounding into me hard and I cried out in pain. Just as I cried out, another round of loud knocking started. I jumped and cringed when Tex growled and shoved me off of him. "That's it!" he screamed, opening his side table drawer and pulling his Glock out.
"Tex!" I called after him as he started down the hallway.
"Stay!" he commanded me and I didn't listen, following after him and stopping at the top of the stairs.
He swung the door open, aiming his gun at someone, and just as I winced, readying for the shot to sound off, he was ripped out of the doorway into the night. I sucked in a breath, not believing my eyes. It was as if a giant vacuum cleaner just sucked him right out of the house and into the night air.
"Tex?" I called out hesitantly. I walked down the stairs, taking them one at a time, slowly. No answer, just silence. Then I heard the sound of a struggle, the grunts of men and hard breathing, then nothing again. I took the last few steps down the foyer and froze. I heard a dragging sound and shivered from head to toe. "Tex?" I called out again. But there was still no answer.
I peeked over the threshold of the doorway and tried to make out anything, something. It was so dark, I couldn't see anything. It was silent and I didn't see any kind of movement. But I couldn't just shut the door and leave Tex to whatever fate awaited him. I may have hated the guy, but I wasn't so heartless as to let him disappear without at least trying to look for him.
I thought of my phone and realized it was upstairs on my side table next to my bed.
Fuck.
I had to get it to call the cops and I needed a flashlight. I closed the door as gently and quietly as possible, sprinting up the stairs and snatching my phone up, dialing 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" an operator answered.
"My boyfriend is gone, I can't find him," I blurted, not thinking.
"And how long has he been missing, mam?"
"Just a few minutes, there was a knock at the door and he went to investigate and something grabbed him. I can't find him and I'm scared," I admitted.
The operator asked for my address and told me a cop would be there within the next twenty minutes or so. The beauty of living so far out in the country. I hung up on her, not wanting to waste any more time.
I turned on my flashlight and opened the door, pointing the light all around the porch. Nothing was out of place. I walked out onto the porch and reached the steps, shining the light out into the yard, and finding drag marks leading toward the driveway. I followed the marks to the driveway until they disappeared. They just stopped. I spun around, shining the light all around me in a panic.
