The Familiar Stranger

Tucked away from the rest of the crowd, Lilly took a moment to adjust the thin garter straps attached to her french heeled stockings through the mid-thigh slit of her gown. A slight shiver ran down the length of her spine. Little wisps of hair stood at attention on the nape of her neck and for a moment she felt fear. Hesitantly, she looked up, catching only a partial glimpse of the man who quickly darted from her sight. He was tall with broad shoulders. Even through his tuxedo, his body appeared well defined. His hair was short and dark, almost black. It was obvious he didn't want to be noticed. She didn't think it was because he felt awkward. Most men wouldn't shy away from a peek at a woman fixing her undergarments nor be embarrassed if caught. His presence felt gut wrenching familiar. It couldn't possibly be, she thought to herself, suddenly unable to breathe. Following his exiting steps, Lilly walked down the hall and through the double mahogany doors into the lively filled clubhouse. Surveying the room, she surmised that it had only been a silly hallucination and quietly made her way back to Nick.

As Mark stepped out onto the terrace, he could have strangled himself for lingering long enough for her to sense his presence. This was the second time where carelessness almost revealed him. However, after almost two years, Lilly was the same demure yet tantalizing slut. Her thick chestnut brown hair was swept up, each piece precisely placed and pinned. Heavily painted, jet black lashes fluttered against her porcelain features. Full lips, scarlet red and highly glossed, invited deep, ravaging kisses. She was dressed in a long dark red, backless evening dress which left nothing to the imagination. Delicate material hugged every rounded contour of her body and could not disguise the swell of her full, heaving breasts. She was of average height with a tight little waist and curvaceous hips, product from a marked period of corset training. A deep mid-thigh slit revealed long legs which flowed into a pair of matching red, six inch, metallic spiked heels. He could only imagine her adjusting the spaghetti-like straps tightly around her delicate ankles. Watching her adjust her fully fashioned stockings while she thought no one was watching made his cock instantly hard. He did not afford himself the luxury of imagining what lingerie, if any, she wore underneath. Lilly always had an obsession with the finest lingerie and his obsession had always been her. He was unaware of why their relationship had ended so abruptly and it infuriated him. The pain and rage ate away at him slowly, like acid. It was obvious that she moved on with her life and seemed content but he was doubtful. Walking back inside to get a drink, Mark grinned evilly, vowing to teach her true torment. How naive of her to think she could escape him and not be punished for her infractions.

Although the charity event was successful, Lilly was glad the night had come to an end. Resting her head against the seat, she closed her eyes, enjoying the quiet but not her thoughts. Two years ago, Lilly had been living in New York. Family, a respectable job, and a crazy nightlife kept her more than occupied. Then she had met Mark. He was tall with dark hair and piercing dark eyes. Well groomed and impeccably dressed, he was roguishly handsome. The dynamic between the two was intense and it consumed her. He was overpowering and fucked her when and however he chose. Sex was rough and reckless and she would be marked and sore for days after his assault. Assault was the perfect word for what he did to her, sighing inwardly she thought. They would play the nastiest kinkiest games together and he derived great pleasure in being cruel. She had gone through her fair share of outfits being tossed in the garbage as he easily turned them into mere shreds of material. Regardless, she had fallen in love with him and it was the realization that he would never love her which caused her to run. In a hastened decision, she wrote him a brief note, stating that their relationship was no longer a healthy one, and retreated to Florida which had always been a second home to her.

'A penny for your thoughts duchess,' Nick interrupted softly, 'You have not been with me the whole drive home. Do you feel like staying the night with me and talking about what is bothering you?'

Noticing that they were pulling into Nick's driveway, Lilly felt rude in her quietness. 'I'm sorry, it has just been a very long day and I am tired,' rubbing his thigh as she talked, 'As much as I would love to spend the night with you, I think I'm going to opt for my own cozy bed tonight.'

Reluctant to believe that her quietness was due to a minor issue of being tired, Nick got out of the car, moved around to open her door, and pulled her up into a gentle embrace. Lowering his head, meeting her soft lips with his, he kissed her fully before walking her over and placing her in her own car. Lilly promised to give him a call in the morning, gave a small wave, and drove off.

Mark tapped his fingers impatiently, waiting for Lilly to arrive home. He had never given thought to the possibility she may stay the night over whatshisnames. So far, from watching her home and following her at a safe distance, she had only stayed away one or two nights a week, if that. He could hardly believe that Lilly would have such feelings for a boy instead of a true man such as himself. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, anger, yet lust, plagued him as visions of her fucking someone else ran through his mind. 'Fuck! That little rejecting bitch is going to pay!' Slamming his fist hard into the dashboard, he would only wait for Lilly a little longer. Impatience was getting the best of him and soon he would go find Lilly and drag her back home by her hair.

As Lilly drove home, she could not help but feel a little guilty leaving Nick. He was sweet and treated her like a princess. They had a lot of the same interests and socialized well together. She enjoyed his company, the fun they had together, and their shared laughter. The only element missing was passion. Sex was usually too tender and too gentle. She desperately craved to be fucked by a man and not a boy. Yes, he loved her but it wasn't the same as..'Damn it!' Wasn't the same as Matt loved her? He never loved, only possessed and fucked. Why was she thinking of this anyway? A brief hallucination was not good enough reason. Confusion swirled as there were not many moments that warned extreme danger. Those feelings were only derived from playing with Mark or when he was near. They were electrical and quite powerful. What was she feeling now? Was it Mark? For a little over a month, it felt as if she was being watched and had almost been mugged and taken by force while leaving work late one evening. It was pure luck that someone had been near and not afraid to come to her rescue. But that didn't have anything to do with Mark. Or did it? With the mugger's hand covering her mouth and his body pressed tightly against her, she was hot with the need to grind her ass back against his cock. Her urge was to tease and taunt him. The scene was a reminder of the 'games' she once played with Mark. She found herself missing the fear he created. The fear felt real. Admittedly, she was often scared shit less but it pushed her and was stimulating. She was finding it hard to forget the moment and secretly wished it had not been interrupted. She pulled into her driveway, found her house key, and finally made way towards her door. She resigned herself to the fact it was only her conflicted feelings that left her disturbed. Lost in thought, Lilly did not hear the silent footsteps behind her or the breathing of a man who was close enough to inhale the scent of her perfume.

With the door barely opened, Lilly felt a closing fist wrap through the back of her hair. Pushing her into the house with great force, she could taste blood as her head made contact with the wall. Pinned underneath a massive chest, she was rendered helpless. All she could feel was a jean-clad leg between her slightly-parted stockinged ones and the pain that shot up from her awkwardly bent ankle. 'Be a good little girl Lilly. I promise not to hurt you much. Piss me off and I guarantee you will regret it,' Mark's all too familiar voice growled in her ear. Lilly nodded with understanding. Wrapping his arm tightly around Lilly's neck, Mark dragged her deep into the house, finding her bedroom. As Mark loosened his grip around her neck, she turned and swung at him. In an instant, Lilly felt his hand meet her cheek with a powerful slap that knocked her far back onto the bed. Inching herself up slowly, Mark took her set chin and composure as defiance and delivered one more slap, knocking her back into place. With hot tears streaming down her face, Lilly's cheeks were bright red and burned like fire. Grabbing her hurt ankle, Mark pulled her body down to the middle of her over-sized bed. Ignoring her cry of pain, he straddled on top of her.

'I told you to not misbehave. Very bad little girls get punished Lilly.' Mark would not give in to her softness or the lust he had for the wide-eyed vixen who was captive beneath him. Black tears streamed down her cheeks from her heavily lacquered eyelashes and full pouting lips were now only smudged scarlet red. 'I hate having to hurt you but you like it when I'm rough. Don't you? Are you willing to behave now?' Lilly did not answer.

'Kiss me,' Mark demanded, whispering hardly.

Lilly shook her head 'no' and turned her face away from Mark. His dark, piercing eyes studied her and were much too intense. His eyes made her feel vulnerable, almost forcing her into submission. Leaning over, he ran his wet tongue from her collarbone all the way up the length of her all too sensitive neck. She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks.

'Kiss me damn it! I know you want to. I can feel it.'

Gripping her head tightly between his hands, forcing her to look at him, Mark began kissing Lilly impatiently. He kissed her, jaw-crushingly hard and deep, creating an imprint as she sank into the mattress from his weight. Pulling at her thin dress, it ripped, giving way to be torn down the length of her body by an excessively strong pair of hands. Lilly tried to cover herself from his gaze, wanting to hide her extremely thin, black laced, panties and matching push up convertible bra. However, Mark would not let her and locked her arms above her head with his hands. Writhing and squirming beneath him, Lilly felt frightened but was undeniably wet. She was disgusted by her reaction towards him but that did not stop her hips from thrusting up to meet his. Mark unlocked her arms only when she quit fighting. He sat gazing over her for what seemed like endless minutes before her bra and panties were stripped from her body in a few swift tears. His fingers brushed against her nipples before pulling on them extremely hard. Her nipples felt as if they were going to be detached from her breasts as he pinched, pulled, and rolled each excited tit between his fingers. Mouth replaced fingers as each nipple was flicked, licked, and sucked hard. Lilly's body shook from within each time she felt one of her nipples clamped between his teeth.

His hands continued to roam her body, rough and unforgivingly. Forcing her legs apart, he demanded her not to move, as he slid his hands between her thighs. Lilly could feel herself begin to grind against the palm that rubbed her naked pussy. She detested, yet welcomed his fingers as they probed deep inside of her and fucked her aimlessly. Sobbing, Lilly could feel her warm juices dripping down her quivering thighs and bucked her hips forward in resentment when he removed his fingers.

'Tell me you want me to stop. You can't, can you? You are such a depraved, nasty little whore, aren't you Lilly? Suck and taste my fingers you slutty bitch!' Mark forced his fingers into Lilly's mouth making her taste her own juices. Deciding to tease, Lilly seductively ran her tongue over and sucked each finger deep into her mouth. 'I forgot what an eager little fuck you were baby.' Leaning over Lilly's face, she could feel his hot breath against her lips; lips that were so close to his but barely touching. Pushing her head forward, Lilly captured Marks lips, giving him a taste of her. Quickly realizing that her body was deceiving her, she withdrew, making her body rigid, and spat in his face.

'You fucking little bitch! Are we going to stop playing nice?'

Mark out stretched each of Lilly's limbs before cuffing each wrist and roping each ankle to her four poster bed. Lilly, honestly frightened, started screaming at the top of her lungs. Another quick slap to her face rendered her quiet. Taking her torn panties, Mark rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth. Quickly undressing, Mark positioned himself between Lilly's long legs. Lilly could only sob and whimper as her large, tear filled, grey eyes pleaded for him to stop. However, Mark only saw her tears as an invitation to urge on.

Lilly frantically squirmed but knew that she would never get loose. Pain stabbed at her every time she moved her ankle. Little by little, he explored her entire body with his tongue. His wet saliva heated against her skin as she struggled. Sliding between her legs, Mark buried his head between Lilly's thighs, wrapping his lips around her hard clit, sucking as he massaged the flat of his tongue against it. He licked and sucked greedily as he grabbed and squeezed her ass, embedding his nail marks into her skin. Lilly pulled at her secured wrists desperately as he continued working on her pussy. The harder Lilly fought, the deeper Mark pulled her into his face, burying his tongue within her folds. Her body convulsed and she came without warning. Massive, sweet nectar drenched his face, making his face sticky. His tongue slowly slid up and down her slit, tasting her, before replacing his tongue with the tip of his cock. Mark teasingly rubbed the thick tip against her, watching as it became glistening wet. All of a sudden, he was inside of her, ramming and pushing into her. The sheer girth of his cock was threatening and her screams were muffled by her panties. Bucking up to meet him, Lilly could no longer stop herself. Perspiring bodies made their bodies slippery as they grinded against one another. Picking up speed, he force fucked her over and over. Heat warmed her belly as Mark ravaged her pussy with his cock. Sensing Lilly's near fall over the edge, Mark crammed three of his fingers into her tight puckered ass and pumped them aggressively. It was more than Lilly could handle. Lilly clenched hard around Mark's cock and fingers as her body shuddered with orgasm. Her cunt gushed at the double invasion. All of a sudden, Lilly could no longer breath as Mark's hand clenched around her throat, taking her breath away. His body tense with desire, he let out a deep grunt and let go, as he choked Lilly, coming deeply inside of her. Lilly must have been overwhelmed as Mark's collapsed body was the last she remembered. When she woke much later, she was no longer cuffed or tied. However, she slithered underneath her blankets and closed her eyes after reading the small note placed on the pillow beside her.

'Lilly, will be back when you least expect it. Stray again and I shall find you. Mark.'