Her Stalker (Part 1)
Date: 9/21/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Coercion, Drug, Fan fiction, Hardcore, Male Domination, Teen, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Slavery, Violence, Author: sexual-tension, Source: sexstories.com
Peyton Sawyer would never see it coming, but tomorrow morning, she would be living in my house, as my pretty, little toy… most likely for the rest of her life. It was late, around nine o’clock when I stood outside her backdoor, my heart ponding in my chest. I’d had one of my guys park the car around the back of her house, making sure that no one would see us. I’d ordered him to wait for me in the car for as long as it took. I had to be careful, I couldn’t allow anything to go wrong now. My gloved hand formed a fist, and I knocked three times on the white wooden door. I was wearing gloves so I wouldn’t leave any fingerprints around the house. It took a moment, and then I could hear her light footsteps approaching the door. Her pretty face met my sight a second later, and she looked surprised to see me. She was wearing tight jeans and a white T-shirt, and her hair was pulled up in a bun. Still, she looked stunning, and a few locks of hair hung loosely to the sides of her face, framing it in like a halo. “Ian? What are you doing here?” I stared into her hazel green eyes. I’d never seen eyes with so much power before. “I’m sorry coming here so late… I was just hoping I could talk to you?” “What’s happened?” she asked, concerned. “Nothing’s happened,” I assured her. “I was just hoping to see you. Can I come in?” “Okay, sure.” She stepped out of my way, and I entered the hallway of her house, which led to her living room and kitchen. “Why are you coming in at the back?” she asked ...