by KD Robichaux
“What? Ivy, you need to open the window now. I’m not opposed to breaking it—” I stop when she pulls her chiffon shirt off in one swoop, leaving her in a lace white bra. I choke and swallow past the dryness in my speechless throat.
“You want me, don’t you? So badly you would ruin it with your lies?” She unbuckles and unzips her dress slacks, letting them slide effortlessly off her curvy hips, those panties matching her bra, making my cock so damn hard.
“Ivy,” I warn.
“You deserve the payback, to watch me bare what you’ve proclaimed is yours. See me come without you.”
Fuck. She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor so her beautiful, lush tits can assault my eyes. They display her arousal, her nipples hard, the skin of her chest flushed with lust. She is turned on, her gymnophobia nowhere in sight. Did her discovery turn her on and silence her fears?
“I will lie on this bed and come to the thought of Hunter. It’ll make you so angry knowing I’m fucking myself to the idea of a man I didn't know was you.”
I punch the hard siding of her house, just next to the window. “Ivy. Don’t you dare touch that cunt without me, and don't you ever think of anyone but me,” I hiss. My anger is rising, my jealousy boiling irrationally. There are black dots dancing in my vision, yet my cock is so painfully hard that it just may rip through my slacks.
“He knew me best, after all.” And with that, she turns and walks to the bed and lies down, her lace-covered cunt on full display for me as she props her feet on the bed.
I watch my worst nightmare and greatest desire unfold in front of me. Framing her dainty fingers along her clit on the outside of her panties, she starts to rub herself in circles, her other hand gripping her breast.
“Ivy!” I growl while slamming my fist against her window frame.
She increases the speed, knowing exactly what she's doing to me. Suddenly, I’m faced with blinding rage and a mission I can’t stop. Putting my hands on the lip of her window, I pull up with all my strength. Within seconds, the lock on the window snaps and splinters onto the floor. I lift the window and climb in. This has her halting her beautiful assault on her cunt and trying to scurry off the other side of her bed, but I stalk to her briskly and grab her ankles.
Yanking and flipping her over, I pull her to the edge of the bed. “Owen! Oh my God!”
“How dare you, you naughty girl.” I slap her ass so hard the sound cracks in the air, overpowering the heavy rain falling outside the window and making her squeal.
“How dare you! You stalked me. You lied to me. You abused your power!” she spits out, sitting up then trying to get away, but I don't let her. I push her down on the bed and put her hands above her head, her wrists locked in my tight grip.
“Admit it. You love that I was so crazy over you that I infiltrated every part of your life. I got inside you every way I could and watched you in a way that made you most vulnerable and most mine. You can use your anger as a cover up for your desire, but make no mistake—I own you and can do whatever I want with you. I will never stop watching you and possessing you, Ivy.” I grip her chin when she moans, her back arching and her beautiful breasts pushing against my chest.
“No, I hate that. I hate that I love how psycho and maniacal you are. I love you, Owen, and you hurt me in all the ways I hate to admit that I want.”
“I know I did, lovely Ivy, but I did it because I knew it was what we both wanted. Let me make it up to you. Show you I’m sorry with my cock,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers.
She whimpers, “Tell me what you did while you watched me.”
“You were fucking made for me. Stand up,” I demand first, helping her with her hand in mine. She stands in front of me, ready to hear what I did before I finally claim her, her curvy, breathtaking body on display for me. “I watched you, came to you. My cock ached every night as I stroked it while stalking you. I fucked my hand every night for this body. You brought me to my knees.” I turn her around. “Bend over.”
I push her between her shoulder blades, and she bends over the bed, her arms supporting her. “I saw you bend over every night, just like this, your cunt glistening for me. You left your curtains open, because you wanted me to see you. You must have felt my desire for you, wanted me to lust after you… and I did. This beautiful pussy.” I reach between her legs and thrum her clit.
She jolts forward and cries, “Owen!”
“You didn't know I was the one watching though, Ivy, and that makes me both aroused and angry, because other men could have seen your body in a way only I should.” I spank her ass and she screams out. “Tell me you’re sorry for being such a naughty girl.”
“I—I… oh! I’m sorry, Owen.”
I use my oxford-covered foot to gently kick her ankles apart, and when I have a better advantage, I slap her clit.
“Ah!” she squeals, her thighs trembling.
“Tell me you forgive me, lovely. Fuck, this cunt is so damn wet for this.” I circle her clit with even pressure, just enough to keep her on the edge but not enough to make her come.
“I forgive you. Please, Owen,” she pleads breathlessly.
“What do you want, beautiful?” I pull her up, her back to my front, and I reach around to grab her full, luscious tits, pulling at the hardened tips.
“I want you to take me. Please. I’m not above begging.”
“Then beg,” I growl, pinching her nipples.
She jolts forward. “Please! Owen. I can’t wait anymore. Please!” she lets out in a rush, her hands finding mine on her flesh and kneading her heavy tits with me.
“Lie on the bed and don't say a word. Legs spread, knees up.”
Chapter 16
Owen
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She nods, and I release her. On shaky legs, she turns and assumes the position. I undress, first removing my tie ever so slowly, making her wait. She watches, her eyes hooded as I unbutton my tight-fitted dress shirt next. When I remove it, she lets out a whimper. I give her a cocky smirk. I know how hard I work to keep my body fit and defined, and seeing her appreciate and lust over it is the greatest payoff. Next, I toe off my shoes and remove my pants and socks. Once I’m standing completely bare in front of her, I let her gaze rake over my body, enjoying each hard inch of me.
She takes that lip between her teeth, and my cock grows that one last final inch, fully erect and ready for her. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard for any woman. I may be the master in this relationship, but she owns and controls my body just as much. “You won’t be needing condoms. I will never use those with you. Got it?”
She nods, her wide eyes looking at me with overwhelming desire. “Yes, sir. I could get pregnant though. I never went and picked up the prescription you gave me for birth control.” She blushes bashfully.
I give a throaty, almost evil-sounding laugh. “Oh, Ivy, that’s not a concern I have. Your cunt and your body are mine to take, and if my come gets you pregnant, then you’ll never be able to leave. I wasn't lying when I said I would own you completely.”
“Oh my God.” She gives a sweet laugh. “How do you say such crazy… literally insane things, yet it just makes me want you even more?” She shakes her head. “And who knew that number neighbor game would get me pregnant?” she teases, trying to mask her nerves.
“Do you want me to shut that sassy mouth with my cock again, lovely?”
She giggles, the sound so damn beautiful. I listened to it from afar for so long at work, and now it’s all mine.
“After you make me come with your cock deep inside me,” she whispers, her confidence evidently growing with her arousal, and my brow rises.
“Good girl. I see you’re starting to come out from under your fear.” I climb between her legs, hovering above her and lining my cock up with her entrance.
“You make me feel brave,” she breathes as she looks between us at where the head of my dick nudges her wetness.
“Good. Because the thi
ngs I will teach you over time will really make you feel brave. Now, deep breath and let me lead. Relax your body.” We lock eyes, and all this time of wanting her comes rushing in as I enter just an inch. Instantly, her eyes water, and that weakens me. I would usually be vile with my dirty talk, but I want to make her first time special. “I love you, Ivy.”
Her tears slide down the side of her temple and into her chestnut hair. I kiss each corner of her eyes, her nose, and then her beautiful lips, giving her another inch. “I—ouch. I love you too.”
“This is going to hurt, baby, but relax as much as you can and let me in. I promise I will make this good for you.”
With that, she forces herself to go limp, her core opening up for me, but she’s still unbelievably tight. I’m about to breach her virginity and I join our lips again, giving her long, breathy kisses, our tongues intimately massaging one another. Her taste mixes with mine. My hell, she's destroying me.
“Lovely Ivy, I’m going to go all the way. Tell me you’re ready.”
She nods. “Yes, Owen. Please.”
With that, I reach down and wrap my hand around her dainty knee to pull it up as high as it can go beside her, opening her up more, and then I thrust hard.
“Oh! Oh my God!” she screams, and I halt all movement below, my mouth finding her neck, her chin, her lips, and anywhere else I can reach.
“You are so tight. You can’t fit all of me. Goddamn, you should see how your cunt is trying to take each inch.” I look between us, the image violent, my huge cock inside her, her lips gripping my girth. It’s an image I will never forget. “Shit, you're so fucking perfect. You ready for me to move?”
She releases her lip that her teeth captured, and when she does, I see the faintest hint of red. She bit it so hard she drew blood. I lean down and lick it up with a swipe of my tongue, and her eyes widen.
“Owen! You’re a madma—”
My dick jumps inside her at the coppery taste and the look in her eyes, cutting her off. Keeping one hand beside her head to balance while hovering above her as my other hand grips her hip, I groan as she moves, riding my cock while beneath me. Her hands grip my biceps, her back arched and her head thrown back as I glide in and out, her pain dissipating to pure euphoria. “I’m going to come inside this tight cunt if you keep moaning like that and gripping me so tight. You're insatiable and deadly. Do you have any idea what I’m willing to do to you and for you, Ivy?”
“I know. You make me just as mad. I can’t believe you're mine. I love you, Owen. Oh! Just like that. I think you're… you’re going to make me come.”
“You’re a natural. You only need my cock to make you come. You are a rare gift and you’re all mine.” Most women can’t come from just vaginal penetration. But my lovely Ivy can, and in that moment, I vow to keep this cunt coming every night. “Oh fuck! Take my cum and come for me, now!”
She screams my name, her nails digging into my back, definitely drawing blood, and I swear my entire body convulses. I love how visceral this is. She can take the sweet and the brutal. Ivy was made for me. Designed by the gods just for me. I couldn't have made her more perfect if I hand-selected each and every aspect of who she is.
“Lovely Ivy, you are finally mine.”
When her breathing comes to a normal rate and her tremors finally subside, her hands cup my face. “Thank goodness for stalkers and number neighbors,” she says with a smile and a satisfied sigh, and I give her hip a possessive squeeze.
Chapter 17
Owen
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As I fall to the side, pulling her with me to tuck her tightly to my side, I revel in the feel of her burrowing even closer. Our bodies slick with sweat, I reach down and pull the sheet over us so she doesn’t get chilled as the AC kicks on.
I feel tension in the air, and I glance down to see her face full of questions, but I have no fear that she doubts anything between us, because her body is still melted against mine. So I ask, “What is it, my love?”
She reaches up to play with the light hair on my chest, glancing into my eyes before watching her fingers instead. “Will you tell me everything? Like… when did it all start? Your… stalking, I mean. And was… was it only me?”
“I will never be anything but honest with you from here on out. That’s my promise to you,” I say as a prelude.
She winces. “That can’t be good,” she murmurs.
“I’ve stalked before. Other women have caught my very brief attention, but once I watched them, learned a few things about them, I grew bored. You’re the only one I’ve ever stalked for more than a week,” I tell her.
Her lips twist pensively. “Did you have sex with them?”
“A few, yes. But they were strangers. One-night stands. They never even knew my real name.”
“Were you Hunter to them too?” she asks, jealousy lacing her tone.
I use my index finger to lift her chin and look her in the eyes. “Never. I was only ever Hunter to you. After all, it’s my real name. Something about giving you a fake name, even when I was being dishonest by not telling you it was me, rubbed me the wrong way. I always wanted you to know it was me you were talking to.”
“Hunter is your real name?” Her brow furrows.
“Owen Hunter Sage.”
She smiles, her eyes finally relaxing. “Tell me the rest?”
I turn her head so her cheek lays on my chest as I begin stroking her hair, feeling her puff of breath as she purrs. “I wanted you the moment you stepped foot into my office during your interview. You were smart, said all the right things, and God, so beautiful, so innocent. I knew I had to have you. But little did I know, as I followed you home the first time, how completely obsessed I would become. It wasn’t just watching to sate my curiosity. I wanted to know every last detail of your entire existence. But there was only so much I could learn just by watching through your window. Even after buying the house next door so I could be as close to you as possible without you knowing, I could only come to my own conclusions about who you were inside by observing from the outside. So when I saw your post—and yes, I read all your public posts on social media, which gave me brief glimpses of who you are—about the number neighbor game, I knew that was my in. So I found out who owned that phone number and bought it from them. And well… now here we are.”
She stays silent for so long, so relaxed against me, that I think she might’ve fallen asleep. But then I hear that sweet giggle.
“What?” I prompt.
“I can’t believe all the things I said… the things I did… thinking I’d never meet Hunter in real life. Things at the time I thought I’d be mortified if you knew about. And now, I can’t help but be grateful it was you all along. There’s not some stranger out there who knows my dirty little secrets. And at the same time, I don’t have to go through trying to hide those things from you now, because you already know,” she says, tilting her head up to look at me, relief in her eyes.
“I want you to always be with me the way you were in our messages. Talk to me about anything. Tell me your every fear, and I swear on my life I’ll do everything I can to banish them. Confess your every desire, and I promise to fulfill each one. I’m yours, and you’re mine.” I trace along her delicate jawline then across her plump bottom lip.
She smiles at me. “We’ll need to think of more shades of green,” she says oddly, and I lift a brow in question. “Ivy… Hunter… Sage. There’s a theme here.” She blushes and then whispers, “We should name our kids another shade of green.”
I smirk, rolling on top of her in one swift move that makes her squeal in delight.
“How about Chartreuse?” I nuzzle the side of her neck, making her chuckle.
“What? No. That’s awful,” she replies.
“Then what about Lime?” I tease her ear with my teeth and she shakes her head. “No? How about Mint? Pistachio? Oh, I know… Moss.”
She laughs loudly, throwing her head back and giving me access to her throat. “Moss Sage? Y
ou’re insane,” she retorts, letting out a breathy moan as I nudge her entrance with my already steel-like cock.
She’s most definitely sore, but I plan to take her slow and sweet, the thought of my child growing inside her belly making me want to make sweet love to her. “We already know that, lovely Ivy. I’m insane for you.” I sink into her inch by inch, watching her face contort from ache to pleasure. “Seafoam?” I suggest playfully, and she shakes her head once more.
“I’ve got it,” she murmurs, closing her eyes and taking me deep. “A few, actually.”
“Tell me,” I urge, circling my hips and making her whimper.
“Olive, Jade, or Emerald if we have a girl. And Forest, Viridian, or Hunter after you if it’s a boy,” she says, her legs locking around my hips.
“That’s quite a few shades of green,” I murmur against her neck as I thrust deep.
She giggles, making my cock jolt. “Fifty shades of green.”
I shake my head, a smile covering my face as she opens her eyes to peek up at me. “A shade of green it is, lovely Ivy. Anything you want.”
And as her eyes shimmer in complete happiness, we spend the night working on number one.
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The End
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