1. 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 ...
    me curiously. “I was just… taking a walk, and suddenly I was standing outside that door. I didn’t really think, sorry.” She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, I was just wondering.” She smiled at me. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? You seem kind of out of it.” “I’m fine,” I said with a calm smile. I was hoping to God she wouldn’t see how on edge I was, I needed this to go perfectly. “What’s up with the gloves though?” she smirked, staring at my hands. “Oh, I think I’m starting to get sick, I’m freezing all the time,” I brushed off, my face heating up. What a lame excuse, I swore at myself, but it seemed like she bought it. “Oh, do you need a pill or something?” she asked, worried. I had to smile, she was always so caring. “No, that’s okay, Peyt. Do you have some water though? I was kind of hoping I could talk to you.” Peyton raised her eyebrows, curious. “Yeah, sure. Just get settled in the living room, I’ll be out in a minute.” I got settled in the couch inside, my heart still pounding. Everything was going pretty well so far, I’d had a lot of practice at keeping my game face on with her, and it didn’t seem like she suspected anything. If everything worked out, I’d have her at my place by the end of the night. That thought alone made my blood rush in excitement. “Here you go,” Peyton said, setting two glasses of water down on the table, before she propped herself down next to me. I loved getting to be so close to her, after having watched her through a computer for a year. I ...
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