CHAPTER 13

SOPHIA'S POV

“What do you want?” I asked. He had tied me up real good I couldn’t move. I flinched as he traced his finger on my face.

“shhhh, don't worry. I won't hurt you. I just want to…I just want to make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear. He had a really deep voice, deep enough to scare me. As much as I wanted to fight him I couldn’t, I was unable to move and he was on top of me.

“Why? Why me?” I asked. My body starting to tremble as I felt his hand moving further down on my abdomen and he stopped at the top of my underwear. Tracing his finger on it.

“Because you are special. I want to make you mine. Don't worry baby girl you are going to love it I swear.” he said, sliding my underwear down. I stiffened, was he really going to race me? Why, just why?

Screaming was not going to help me in any way. I had no neighbours here. Now I started to remember mom’s words of telling me to sell this place. If I had done it then I wouldn't be in this situation. He split my legs open, I watched him as he bit his lip.

“Please, don't. Please.” I pleaded. Tears formed in my eyes. There was nothing I could do right now other than to beg for mercy, besides who knew what horrible things he would do to me if I pissed him off. I was at his mercy.

“Baby girl, you know you are special. I can't help it.” He said, tracing his finger on my clit before he started rubbing it gently. Of course my pussy got wet, I hated it for that. Why does it have to have a brain of its own? Especially on a moment like this.

He started rubbing it slowly then faster by the second, my body was liking it but I hated it. Tears fell from my eyes. “Shhhh, don't cry. “ he said, wiping my tears. Like how the hell do you not expect me to cry man? Even after changing the locks. I still couldn't keep him out, he got in. And now he was having his way with me. He started sucking my nipples. While he slowly inserted his fingers inside my pussy and he tucked me fast.

“You are so wet. I knew you'd like it.” he said as he continued fingering me faster by the second. I let out muffled cries.

“Stop, please.” I begged hoping for him to listen to me, to show me some mercy. But he just continued. This time kissing me all over my body while fingering me and rubbing my clit at the same time. Of course if there was consent in this then I would have enjoyed it. But there wasn't any.

“Just enjoy it, why don't you moan for me baby girl, then this will be over soon. I am sure you want it to be over soon too right?” He wasn’t being rough or hurting me, he wanted me to enjoy it. And he was right, I wanted it to be over soon. I had no option but to cooperate. Maybe he was never going to come back ever again if I cooperated.

I started by letting out soft moans. I hated myself for this, but what other choice did I have. “Yes, good girl. Tell me you want more.” He said, as he picked up the pace. I could feel myself approaching my climax. Was I really going to cum?

“More, I … I want more.” Goodness why, why do I have to go through this. It was really embarrassing and shameful.

“Yes, like that. So hot, you are so warm I love it. That's my baby girl.” He said. “Now cum for me.” He whispered in my ear. I felt the knot starting to farm in my stomach, before I knew it, I came. I couldn’t believe it, this was really the worst day of my life.

“Good girl..” He said, locking his fingers that he was using to fuck me. I was hoping that this was finally over but I was wrong, he unzipped his pants, letting out his big dick. It was really big. “Now, you are going to do me a favour and suck this like your life depends on it…because it does.” He said, and with that he started untying me.

I had the sudden thought of running away, but how far could I get? Maybe far enough to reach my phone and call 911. As soon as he finished untying me I pushed him off running towards the door. Shit it was locked and the key was nowhere in sight. He had come prepared for this. “Going somewhere?” My heart started racing. Fuck, Sophia. Not so smart huh.

“Please, just leave me alone. Please.” I tried opening the door again checking if it was really locked, it truly was.

“Look, if you cooperate then this is going to end sooner.” He said in a calm manner.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Shhh, baby girl. Don't worry you'll be fine, now come on, you don’t want the sun to rise with me here right?” He asked. He was right, I wanted this to be over, I didn't have a choice. I just nodded my head. “Good, now come here and get on your knees.”I walked towards him slowly.

Looking around if I can see my bedroom key but it was nowhere In sight. I got down on my knees in front of him. He took my hand and he placed it on his already erected dick, it was big, too big for what i was used to. “Suck it baby.”

I closed my eyes as I did as he asked. “I knew you could do it, now faster.” He said as he started moving his hips making sure his cock was deep in my throat, grabbing my hair as if guiding me on how he wanted it to be done.

I couldn’t believe that this was really happening to me. I never thought that this psycho of a stalker would go as far as to doing something like this. I never imagined he would do something like this.

“Yes baby, like that…oh shit.” He was enjoying this, while I…I wasn’t. I was hoping and praying that all of this was some sort of ridiculous nightmare that was going to end soon. But it didn’t, he started moaning louder and I could feel his cock twitching.

“Almost there.” He said between moans. Before I knew it, he unloaded in my mouth…disgusting! “Don’t spit it out, swallow it.” He said, his hand was still gripping onto my hair. Tears fell down my eyes as I swallowed his cum. I felt like he was treating me like some kind of whore. And it hurt, it made me feel like some kind of whore.

“Good girl, get up.” He said placing his hands on my arms and pulling me up. “Did you like it?” He asked. I looked away.

“Is it over?” I managed to say. Trying to sound as composed as I could. He placed his hand under my chin forcing me to look at him.

“Listen baby girl. I know it hurts now, but you'll enjoy it as time goes on.” I looked at him my eyes wide in shock. Was he serious? So this wasn’t over?

“No…please, don't come back.” I pleaded. He ran his thumb on my bottom lip.

“Where is the fun in that? You will enjoy it, and one day you'll be the one begging for more.” He said, he reached out to his pocket and he took out a key, my bedroom key. No wonder I couldn't find it. He had it all this time. He then handed the key to me.

“Well, see you next time baby girl.” He said, kissing my forehead. And with that he took a bag that he had and he left. As soon as he did, I collapsed on the floor. I started crying uncontrollably.

Why has my life gotten to such a point where I have a stalker breaking into my house late at night, do such things to me and make swallow his cum. And he had the audacity to tell me that he was going to come back.

I stood up and I took my phone that was on my study table and I dialed 911, but my finger hung over that call button. What was I going to tell me? That I was fingered by my stalker and he also forced me to give him a blow job and made me swallow his cum.

Where was the evidence? First of all he was wearing gloves, he knew what he was doing. I didn’t even know his name, if I had known his name it would be better, I could give it to the police and maybe they would find him if possible. But I could give them a description, I saw his face. No I couldn’t, if I did then I was going to be loaded with questions and I wasn’t ready for that.

I checked the time—3 a.m.

Carol was out of the question. She never picked up calls this late, and besides, she was probably with one of her hookups. That left me with Garry. He was always available, never pushed for details, and right now, I needed that.

I dialed his number, and the phone rang three times before he answered.

“Hey, Soph,” he mumbled, his voice groggy. Yeah, I’d woken him up.

“Garry, can you come pick me up?” I asked, trying hard to keep my voice steady.

“What’s wrong?” His tone sharpened, more awake now.

“Just… please, come get me.”

He got the hint. He knew I wasn’t okay.

“I’m on my way.”

I ended the call and let out a long, shaky sigh. My eyes flickered to the spot outside where my stalker usually stood.

Empty.

He was gone.