Panty Thief
Thesilveryraysof the full moon glow through the silky translucent curtains, illuminating the living room just enough for me to find my way around. I'd have broken in sooner and made myself at home if I wasn't waiting for her friend to get ready and piss off to the kinky club where she gets her slutty ass beaten. Both of them would freak out if they knew how easy it was to infiltrate their house. Did the stupid bitches think a wireless home security system would keep me out? I snigger inwardly. No one and nothing can stop me from getting what I want.I stroll into the kitchen and open the fridge, surveying the contents. My eyes lock on the left-over pizza and chocolate cake. Helping myself to a slice, I throw the offending pieces of pineapple in the trash. Personally, I think it's sacrilegious to have fruit on a pizza, but to each to their own, right? I fold it in half, shove it into my mouth, and it's gone in one mouthful. I wash it down with a big swig of red wine. Nice! Scooping a big dollop of the silky, rich ganache, I close the fridge and park my ass on the sofa. I run my tongue up and down my fingers, savoring the sugary goodness and letting my fantasy run riot. Excitement surges through my blood, making my cock painfully hard. I can't wait to see my little rabbit. Do you want to know my darkest, dirtiest, and deepest desire? Sorry, I can't tell you. If I do, it'll ruin the surprise.
On Fridays, my girl works until nine pm while her friend goes to the club to ogle the sadist she fell head over heels in love with. I hear and see everything that goes on in this house. After telling Mr. Sadist about her missing stuff, he went apeshit crazy, demanding my little rabbitmove in with him until the alarm system gets installed. The fucker trots to her rescue like Prince Charming, ruining my plans. Do you know how it feels when someone ruins your plans? It feels like a kick in your gut. But don't worry, I have something special planned for the bastard. Flames of anger lick through me, urging me to do some damage. I pound my fist on the large cushion, imaging kicking the living daylights out of that fucking cocksucker. Who the fuck does he think he is? She belongs to me, motherfucker. She wears the marks I lovingly carved into her skin. I'm the rightful owner of her ass, not you. I'll make her realize she still loves me, even if it's the last thing I do on this godforsaken earth. Nothing and nobody will stop me from getting what I want. And I want my girl back in my bed, in my life, and she has no choice but to obey her owner.
Primal, raw anger feeds my dark soul, making me feel powerful and alive, but I can't lose my cool now. I take a few deep breaths through my nose, forcing myself to calm down. Jumping to my feet, I pull my phone from my jeans and switch the flashlight on to help me navigate my way to her bedroom. I push the door open and step inside her immaculately clean and tidy bedroom. This is her first day back. For the past two weeks, every goddamn night she's been staying over at douchebag's penthouse, denying me my nightly fix of watching my little rabbit sleep. I roll my shoulders to ease the tension building in the back of my neck. The dickhead thought he would keep her safe, but what he doesn't know is that I'd installed a tracking app on her phone and strategically placed small, undetectable spy cameras around the house long before they installed the crappy alarm.
Sitting on her crisp white bedding, I bury my face in the soft pillow, inhaling her faint floral perfume while lust burns hot in the pit of my stomach. The desire to strip naked and rub myself on every surface of her bedroom ignites inside me like a wildfire. I need to mark my territory and erase the lingering stench of her sadistic fuck boy. It's been a while since I've last done it, but I don't have the time now. She'll be here any moment. The front door slamming shut jolts me into action. Switching off the flashlight, I leap to my feet, duck down and roll under the bed, thanking God for her love of base ruffled sheets. I lay on the firm wooden floor, frozen like a frickin' corpse. I'd much rather snuggle next to my girl, where it's nice and warm. Give me a break. I'm working on it, okay? I have my reasons for taking my time to woo the object of my desire.I prick my ears for the sound of water running. My little rabbit needs to get this show on the road. Moments later, the sound of the shower spray and the door closing tells me it's safe to crawl out of my hiding spot. Tiptoeing like a fucking ballerina, I open the laundry basket, snatch her panties and sneak back under the bed. The crotch of her undies feels damp under my fingers. Oh, has my girl wet herself or has she sneakily dipped her fingers in my honey pot? Before I have time to do anything else, she ambles back into the room. I go unnaturally still again, holding my breath until she tucks herself into bed and switches the light off.
Normally, after working a long shift, she falls asleep fast, so I don't have to wait too long until I can uncoil myself from the ground. Letting my eyes adjust to the semidarkness, I plod over to the armchair and sink into it. The trickle of the moonlight accentuates her flawless satin skin, full round breasts and soft, voluptuous curves, making me ache with need. Burying my face in the cotton monstrosity, I drink in her addictive and delightfully sweet arousal. Mm, someone's been a naughty girl. Running my tongue up and down her undies, I devour her delicious cream as images of me spreading her smooth fleshy thighs open and fucking her pussy with my tongue roll through my mind. My beast strains behind my jeans, begging to be released. I fumble with my buttons, desperate to free my raging erection. I stroke my shaft with her panties a few times before putting them on my face. My length grows thicker and harder as our combined scents invade my nostrils.
Closing my eyes, I immerse myself completely in my favorite fantasy of forcing her down on her knees, holding her head and ramming my cock down her throat until she chokes and sputters. Flipping hell! I grit my teeth as my heart thrashes wildly in my chest and breathing roughens. Forcing myself to slow down, I fight the tightening in my balls, struggling to hold on just a little longer. But the thrill of danger thunders through me like a storm and I explode, shooting my load on my stomach. God, I don't remember the last time I came so hard. Raising my fingers to my mouth, I dart my tongue to clean my cream, but a jarring scream assaults my ears and stops me from moving a muscle. The sudden wash of light blinds me temporarily, but it doesn't stop from tucking my dick back into my boxer shorts and pulling my jeans up.
"Nathan! What are you-" her voice trails off as she springs to her feet, ready to run, but I'm faster and block her exit. I watch her chest rise and fall, her sea-green eyes drilling into me murderously. My little rabbit's grown some balls.
"Surprise! Please accept my sincere apologies for interrupting your beauty sleep, little rabbit. I got a teeny weeny carried away while sniffing your mouth-watering cream. Did you miss me?" Taking a step forward, I twist my face into a mocking smirk, taunting her. Squaring her shoulders, she gives me a death stare.
"Don't come near me." Gripping her phone in her hand, she barks, "How dare you show your face after everything you did to me? Get the fuck out of my house before I call the police." I burst into laughter. She still hasn't learned her lesson. No one tells me what to do.
"I'd like to see you try. I'll have my hand wrapped around your throat before you can make a move. Now, why don't we talk like civilized people about you coming back home with me?" Narrowing her eyes, she tightens her lips into a stubborn line. I'll beat out her newly found confidence before she knows it, but first I need to get her to learn her place.
"Civilized people? Does a civilized person stalk their ex, break and enter, then get themselves off while watching her sleep, like some deranged psycho? You are out of your fucking mind if you think I'd come back to you," she bellows, exposing her canines like a cute, ferocious kitten. I trawl my gaze down her arms and legs, taking stock of her silvery white scars I carved into her flesh. My insides vibrate with exhilaration when I remember her screams.
"You know how we always loved role playing. I thought playing a stalker might get you all excited. Buttercup, you belong to me. I love you so much, it fucking hurts. Remember how good we were together," I rasp out, knowing how much she craved hearing those three utterly meaningless words. She winces at my declaration of love, snapping her spine straight.
"No! We are done, Nathan. Let me make this clearer for you, so it can get through your thick skull. I'm not coming back to you in this life or the next. Now, get the fuck out." A cloud of warning darkens her expression.
Man, is this what I get when I try to be on my best behavior? I give her my heart on a plate and what does she do? She fucking shatters it to bits. I take a cleansing breath to calm the rage bubbling like a molten lava ready to spill, but it's not working. All these cunts saying taking deep breaths helps calm you down should be shot on the spot. It's clearly not working.
"Maybe beating the shit out of you might make you see I own your ass. You get off on pain, so I'll be doing you a favor, my masochistic kitten. But don't worry, I've picked up a few tricks from your sadistic prick. I promise you I can make you beg and scream better than him." I point my finger at the square spy camera conveniently located above her bathroom door. Her gaze darts to the camera, scrunching her nose in her disgust as she punctures me with a glare.
"You're a sick bastard. I hope you burn in hell." She tries to trick me by running toward the bathroom, then turns right, gunning straight for the door.
Wheeling around, I fist my hand into her hair, stopping her from escaping. Throwing her phone, she grabs my wrist and pivots around, then drops her weight, taking me down with her. I flop on the fucking floor like a sack of potatoes, and if that wasn't embarrassing enough, she twists my elbow, forcing me to let go of her hair.
"It will take a lot more than a few self-defense classes to take me down, little rabbit." As she tries to shuffle away and escape, I grip her hair again and yank her back.
Adrenaline pumps through my blood, sparking rage and lust inside me. Forget oysters or chocolate ladies. Violence is the most potent aphrodisiac known to man.
Pinning her wrist, I flip her on her back. "You make me so hard, little rabbit. Feel how ready I'm for you," I nestle between her legs, rubbing my throbbing erection on her crotch. She tilts her hips, screwing her face into a mutinous grimace.
"Fuck off, you bastard." Spitting in my face, she raises her knees, snaking her legs over my head, catching me off guard. Her spit slides down my nose as I fight to keep the grip on her hair and wrist.
Fucking bitch! Fast as lightning, she has me in an iron grip, squeezing her thighs around my neck and choking me like a boa constrictor. Damn it, I didn't plan on meeting my maker tonight. The entire world rotates clockwise as the air in my lungs evaporates and darkness descends around me.
The edges of my vision flicker and dance as I try to clear the glaze of confusion in my mind. That bitch almost choked me to death. Gulping a steadying breath, I stagger to my feet, swaying a little. I switch on the lights as I make my way to the kitchen. My eyes zero in on the eight-piece knife set stacked in the rustic wooden block next to their toaster. Drawing out the boning knife, I gently tap the edge of the blade against my fingernail to test its sharpness. You will do nicely, gorgeous. Get ready, me and you are going to have some fun. Dashing to her bedroom, I search every nook and cranny, but there's no sign of her. Hmm, where is my kitten hiding? I must have only been out for a few seconds. She couldn't have gone too far. I glide past her friend's bedroom, noticing the door is ajar. Gotcha! It would be too easy to go inside and catch my little runaway bunny; I prefer chasing my prey.
"Here, kitty, kitty! Are you hiding in your closet? I'm coming for you." Shoving my hair out of my face, I hide in the closet, hoping to lure my runaway bunny out.
Just as I hoped, she pokes her head out and hops off in the direction of the living room. I wait for a moment before I pounce, pushing her down on her knees. She grabs my wrist, but I tighten the grip on her hair and press the blade on her throat, warning her.
"Move and I'll slit your throat." A soft gasp escapes her lips, sending pleasurable shudders up and down my spine.
"You don't scare me. Go on, do it. I dare you!" she hisses like a fucking viper.
"Don't tempt me. Now, unbutton your jeans and slide them down your hips like the obedient slut you are. I need to remind you of how much you loved my big cock ramming into your tight pussy. Before you know it, you'll beg me to take you back."
"Go on, make me, you fucking psycho." All this dirty talk wakes my cock. It's iron hard and ready for action.