Psycho

He made me cum. It was the best sex I'd ever had, probably would ever have but in the end he went away.

He gave me a good time, that's how I have to see it.

Just because I suddenly grew feelings doesn't mean he did.

"Stop it." I say to the sad dark eyes in the mirror. I turn then to enter my dark bedroom walking over to my nightstand I turn on the light and jump at the shadow against the wall.

I don't scream. I never do. It's pointless really, no one ever comes to rescue you, at least in my experience, so why waste your breath? You might need to run.

He's there. Like a ghost hanging back against the far wall at the foot of my bed. "Marcus." I whisper.

He doesn't say anything just continues to watch me as I step one foot closer to him. His black hair is mussed, falling into his verdant eyes he's wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans his hands at his sides.

The intense look in his eyes then stops me dead in my tracks. If he isn't a dream then he broke into my house and it was obvious he was waiting for me but to do what?

The moment he sees the wariness in my eyes the way I tilt my body slightly away from him my grip on the towel around my body tightening he steps forward quickly snaring me in his arms.

I gasp and try to turn away to break free of him but in one strong hand he grabs my towel and pulls it out of my grip baring my body to him while with the other he grabs my ass hoisting me up onto his hip and then tossing me back onto the bed where I collapse in a jumble of wet hair and limbs.

After one shocked second I begin to scramble for the opposite side of the bed to get away from him when Marcus grabs me about my hips turning me onto my back forcefully leaving bruises on my flesh.

Once I'm on my back he moves one hand from my hip to my neck where he squeezes my throat slightly causing faint black edges around my sight my hands on his arm trying to pull him off. I look into his eyes with sudden tears in mine, how could this happen to me? How could my dream man become a nightmare?

He comes down over me then and I close my eyes. Despite everything he feels so good, a delicious heat and weight that my body desperately absorbs. Using one hip he pushes my knees open so he settles further into the cradle of my hips. I'm shaking uncontrollably in fear and excitement. I don't know what he'll do, fuck me, kill me but he feels so good and my pussy grows wet and open as his hard cock trapped in his jeans pushes against me.

I feel him release my hip then I feel his fingers moving as he opens his jeans pushing them down his hips. I realize he's not wearing underwear. That thought is pushed aside as he suddenly enters me. I cry out his name as he wordlessly brings his thumb to my clit stroking it causing the familiar sensations only he can bring from me as he pounds into me his grip on my neck never leaving.

The combined sensation of his cock inside me brutal, naked and hard with his stroking of my clit cause an intense sweeping orgasm to barrel over me and he squeezes my neck even harder as I cum stronger than ever before. Once again he fucks me hard right through my orgasm as my pussy clenches his cock so tightly, in moments I feel him cum inside me his pleasured groans music to my ears.

Marcus falls over me his chest rising and falling quickly, his hand releasing my neck. "Marcus," I breathe bringing my hand around to stroke his hair back.

He raises his head looking at me, that beautiful face looking back at me is the last thing I see when he brings a cloth out from his back pocket locking it over my mouth and nose.

The world goes black.

I groan feeling my head pound, my mouth sticky and dry as I slowly come awake. It's dark when I open my eyes to stare at a ceiling above me. I feel the cold next as I shiver realizing that I'm naked still. I push up with one arm onto my elbow feeling dizzy as I slowly look around me.

I'm on the ground on something soft with blankets all around me but as I look in front of me I see bars through a muted light coming from a corner of the room I'm in.

My breath locks in my chest. Oh shit.

Clumsily I crawl up to touch the bars, the cold iron in my hands as I pull up onto my knees pressing my head to them. I groan as I feel the hot wet slide of Marcus' cum slipping down my thigh and I remember what happened before this. Marcus waiting for me in my room, that intense look in his eyes, the brutal fucking that I so enjoyed, an orgasm that left me boneless, defenseless for when he covered my mouth with that cloth to drug me.

"I've been waiting for you." I raise my head looking up to see Marcus standing over me on the other side of the bars.

"Marcus," I lick my lips, it hurts to even speak. "Don't do this." I croak out.

"Beautiful Sheridan, don't you remember? I told you that first time that when we done I would have to keep you." I feel a curious pang in my chest at his words. An almost hope. "You issued that challenge and I couldn't resist. So I watched you, came into your house, watched you sleep. I knew the moment I saw you with your bleeding hands and fierce eyes that I had to have you and when I did..." He sucked in a breath closing his eyes for a moment as if savoring the memory of our embrace. Slowly he opened them to fix on me. "How could I ever let you go?"

I struggle to my feet our eyes locked, he's so close I can feel his breath on my face, the heat from his body. I see the tenderness in his gaze as he reaches through the bars to grasp a lock of my wild wavy hair. It's still damp so I know I haven't been out long. My heart stutters as I watch him drag that long lock of hair through the bars to trail the ends over his cheek, over his lips, down his chin.

A slow smile crosses his lips. "Now you are all mine."

And the terror that should strike in my heart is somehow muted by the hot possession I see in his eyes. That I should be so wanted, maybe one day loved by him pulls me off balance.

In this moment I surrender to him.

Cause fuck it, why fight him? When he's the one that can finally make me cum.