TRIGGER WARNINGS (PLEASE READ): This story and series as a whole features explicit stalking and non-consent. Please do not read if you are at all sensitive to those topics.

IMPORTANT NOTES: It goes without saying that while it's fun to read and write stories like these, the actions of the male main character are reprehensible and in real life, he should go straight to jail. He is a sadistic psycho, and is both possessive and obsessive to an extremely unhealthy and damaging degree.

This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

(All parts to this story can be found here when they are published!💜)

I don’t realise what’s happening, why Rowan is dragging me upstairs, until we land on the upper floor, and I hear my sister yelling for me.

“Rowan, wait,” I mutter while he keeps dragging me into my bedroom. He practically tosses me inside, then locks the door behind us.

My sister is still downstairs yelling for me, and I hear her moving around on the bottom floor.

Rowan, meanwhile, is busy pinning me to the wall with one hand gripping my wrists above my head and the other dipping into my pants. Despite the terrifying situation we’re in, I still moan at the contact.

I’m desperate to come. There’s no point denying the obvious. The way Rowan treated me earlier made me so fucking wet and needy for him. I might say I hate the way he takes whatever he wants from me, but I still get needy as anything when he does. When he torments me, gives me roses, or terrifies me, it just makes me that much more desperate to take whatever he’s willing to give me.

So, when his fingers dip inside me while his calloused palm rubs against my clit, I can’t help but grind against his hand, desperate for more.

But I still have some common sense left, even as I desperately seek the release I’ve been wanting since he entered my house. “Rowan,” I say, but it just sounds like a moan. “My sister can’t see you.”

“Why not, little Elsie?” He hooks his fingers inside me. “You don’t want her to see what a desperate little whore you are for me?”

“Fuck you,” I grit out, unable to help myself. I can hear someone running up the stairs. “Please,” I try. “She’s going to call the police.”

He gives a sinister smile, then slams his mouth into mine. He pries my lips apart, but I don’t get to enjoy his tongue for long before I hear Sophie slamming her fist on the door. “Elsie, please tell me you’re in there.” A moment later, she tries to open the door, and my heart drops, but she can’t get in.

“Rowan,” I whisper against his mouth when he finally pulls back a little. “Please.” I look up at him, at his piercing blue eyes, and silently beg him to let me talk to Sophie.

I know he doesn’t trust me. I know he thinks I’ll try to run, to call for help and escape him. Maybe part of me wants to, but I also know I don’t want my sister to know the truth.

I’m probably a coward for not wanting to tell her that for weeks, I’ve been lying to her. That I enjoy the way he treats me, that I’m a fucking addict for it.

She’d never forgive me. But beyond that, I don’t want her to keep him away from me. I don’t doubt that Rowan would fight like hell to get me back, but I still don’t want my sister to try.

Maybe that’s why I silently come on my stalker’s hand, while my sister’s terrified knocking and sobbing sounds on the other side of the door. Maybe that’s why barely a flicker of shame flows through me at the depravity of our situation.

I’m fucked in the head. Completely, utterly fucked.

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? I’m addicted to this, to the depravity and the way he owns me. I want to escape him so fucking badly. I want to run, I want to hide. But I want him to find me all the same. I hate him so damn much, but he doesn’t care. And neither do I.

And maybe that’s why my next words tumble from my lips when I come back down, and maybe that’s why they don’t even taste like a lie when they hang between us.

“I’m yours, Rowan.” His blue eyes widen with brief surprise, but then he kisses me without restraint. His tongue goes to the back of my throat, filling my mouth so that all I feel is him. When I open my eyes as he pulls away, all I see is him.

I continue. “I didn’t tell the police anything. I haven’t told Sophie anything.” I take a breath, then gently pry my wrists out of his grip. “Let go of some control for once, Rowan. Let me do this.”

He brings his forehead to mine, just as another knock sounds. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he says, and I almost tell him the same, but he continues. “What I do to you. The way I torment you, the way I terrify you. You do the exact same to me, Elsie. When I lose control, it’s always because of you. I’m sick, but so are you. I’m addicted to you, but you’re just as addicted to me. If you try to run from me, I’ll catch you. But you know damn fucking well that if I run from you, you’ll be right on my heels too.”

A pause. “I own every piece of you. Your pussy, your mouth. Every fucking thought that goes through that pretty little head of yours belongs to me. But you own my heart. And I can’t fucking take the tight grip you have around it.” He groans. “Now tell your sister to fuck off so I can fuck you against the wall.”

He moves away, then leisurely walk to the closet and hides in it. I don’t hesitate for long, practically running over to the door to fling it open.

I meet my sister’s concerned gaze, but then my eyes drop to the phone in her hand. Her finger is hovering over the 1-key on the number pad, and she’s already typed 9-1.

“Oh my God,” she breathes, then puts her phone away and tackles me in a bone crushing hug. “God damn you, Elsie. God fucking damn you.” She sobs into my shoulder, and I start crying too.

Maybe that’s a good thing, so she can’t tell I was crying earlier with how my stalker fucked my throat. But when she finally pulls away and her eyes drop down to my open jeans, she gasps.

“You were..?” The hurt, the pure betrayal in her eyes guts me. “Elsie.” Her voice breaks. Fuck me, she thinks I was ignoring her because I was rubbing one out while she was panicking over my safety.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, and I mean every word. “I didn’t hear my phone. I think it’s downstairs.”

“I was banging at your door!” she exclaims.

“I didn’t hear you, I…” I trail off, because there’s truly no explanation for what just happened. Nothing but the truth would satisfy her, and the truth is the last thing I can give her.

She shakes her head at me, then pulls me into another hug. Despite it all, we’re still sisters, but it kills me inside to hurt her like this, even if wasn’t my fault.

Okay, some of it was my fault, but I don’t think anyone could blame me for laying most of the blame on the man hiding in my closet right now.

Sophie fusses over me for a little while longer, and I promise to keep my phone close at all times from now on.

When she leaves, I make my way back upstairs, only to find an empty closet. But when I turn back around, a scream erupts from my throat when I find Rowan standing right behind me.

“You’ve gotta stop sneaking up on me like that,” I say with a trembling hand to my throat.

“And miss out on your beautiful screams?” He clicks his tongue. “I don’t think so.”

I roll my eyes, but then he wraps his hand around my throat.

And he then does exactly what he promised earlier, fucking me against the wall until I swear I feel him inside me the rest of the day.

The rest of the week goes by relatively normally. I managed to get time off work thanks to my abduction, so I’ve been spending more and more time with Sophie.

She’s still hurt by how much I worried her, but I think she’s forgiven me. She still barely lets me out of her sight, and still insists on calling me every hour just to check that I’m okay. I indulge her during the day, but at night, she doesn’t call me.

And that’s when I feel him, like right now, while I lay in my bed and try to sleep. I can’t see him, but I know he’s there. He’s in my house somewhere, as I swear I can hear the floorboards creaking every few minutes.

I know he does that on purpose, which makes my pulse spike just that much more. I haven’t seen him in a week, yet I know he’s been here every night. And every night, I touch myself to thoughts of him, his name falling from my lips when I come.

I imagine it’s him fucking me with his fingers. That it’s him slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds. But nothing can compare to the real thing.

I don’t know when he’s going to come for me again, and I’m growing restless. I’ve tried texting him, but he doesn’t reply. Aside from the creak in the floorboards, I haven’t heard from him at all.

He’s still leaving me roses though, just to tell me he’s there. Waking up to the sight of the roses sends both fear and excitement through my system, but he’s still not revealed himself again.

Tonight, I stay awake, determined to catch him. I’m planning on sprinting downstairs the second I hear him. What am I going to do if I find him? I have no idea, but I’m sick of him being in charge of when we meet and what we do.

But sometime during the night, I manage to fall asleep. And I only realise it when I wake up with my hands bound to the headboard and find Rowan’s blue eyes staring up at me from between my legs.

I tried to stay away, but I should’ve known it was hopeless. It’s like I told Elsie. We’re both addicted to each other.

And never have I felt like such an addict when I get to lick up her entire delicious pussy. She tastes fucking divine, and I can’t get enough of it.

Staying away from her had been a fruitless attempt of mine to get back some control. Yet I couldn’t stop breaking into her house and leaving her roses, just so she knows I’m here. But when I hear her moaning my name at night, it’s fucking impossible to stay away from her.

Maybe that’s why I could only last a week before I had to get a taste of her again.

I hate feeling powerless, but that’s all I can feel around her. I own her, she fucking belongs to me, but I wasn’t lying when I said she had my heart in her little palm too.

Elsie lets out a sleepy little moan, like part of her is still asleep. But soon, she’s wide awake, which I figure out by the way her thighs start squeezing around my head.

I forcefully pry her legs apart and give her a warning glare. Because even though I know she fucking loves this, and even though I love the way her thighs try to crush my skull, I don’t want her to forget who’s in charge. If I’m going to make her come, it’ll be because of how I lick her, not because of how she fucks my face.

I could get lost in here. I could fucking drown in her wet cunt, but I’m taking my time. I’m avoiding her clit on purpose, and I can tell it frustrates her. All it does is bring a smile to my face.

I spend minutes licking in and around her tight hole, not giving her what she so desperately needs. I can hear her pulling at the ropes constricting her, and she pushes her pussy into my face whenever I’m anywhere near to licking her clit.

I bring one arm across her abdomen to hold her down, just like the first time I ate her like this and give her clit a little bite. “Is this what you wanted?” I ask when her shriek abates.

“Rowan…” she moans, and I realise I fanned my breath across her wet clit. I look up at her, placing my chin on the arm I have across her stomach. My other hand comes down to her hole, where I insert two fingers inside her.

“I thought you wanted me to give your needy clit some attention?” I mock, and I don’t even get upset with the angry look she shoots me. I click my tongue, just as I push my fingers all the way in and hook them inside her.

She bucks off the bed a little, but all she manages is to push me deeper inside. “Rowan, please,” she whimpers. She sounds so pathetic. All the sounds escaping her plump lips travel straight to my cock, and I can’t fucking get enough.

“Please what?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she means. I just love making her squirm, seeing her unravel for me.

“Please make me come,” she begs, and it’s truly the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

But even so, I just give her a sinister smile. “Why would I do that?” I go back down to her opening, sticking my tongue inside it. I breathe heavily, intentionally teasing her more, and she writhes in my grip.

“Please,” she repeats, and maybe I feel a little bad for her. But I’m fucking desperate to come too, yet all I’m doing is eating at her, bringing her closer and closer to her own orgasm. If anything, she should feel grateful that I’m giving her pleasure when I’m denying myself my own.

But I’m a god damn masochist for her, too. I know she loves the way I hurt her, but I love torturing myself with her as well. And I can’t deny how addicted to her taste I am, either.

Maybe that’s why when she gives me another, “God, please,” I decide to put her out of her misery by sucking her clit into my mouth. I do it hard, without any fucking restraint, and I can tell it hurts her, but she loves it all the same.

It only takes half a minute of doing this before she comes on my face. She screams, both from the pain and the pleasure and how the two intertwine.

Listening to her screams, I can’t resist anymore. I go to kneel, then pull my aching cock out and use it to fuck my fist until I finish all over her stomach. She looks so beautiful covered with my release; I can’t get enough of the sight.

I begin untying her, but now that I’ve found my release, my thoughts are running a mile a minute. I was nearly caught last week, all because of my own fucking recklessness.

But even if I was as careful as possible, I know things can’t go on like this. Elsie’s sister is a big problem. I can’t get to Elsie at all during the day thanks to the watchful gaze Sophie has over her, and I’m fucking sick of it.

I meant it when I said I wouldn’t kill her unless I have to. Elsie’s mine, but I want her to fucking want to be mine. To be owned by me. I can’t do that if I hurt her sister, even if I haven’t ruled out that possibility.

But I have one idea how to deal with this little problem, and it’s high time I go through with it. It’s time to be proactive in how I deal with her.

It’s time I formally meet her, and my little Elsie is going to introduce us.

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