Chapter 5 STALKER IN MASK (1)

Tagline: Her stalker finally steps out of the shadows... and introduced himself in her bed.

Theme: Stalker kink, breaking & entering, dubcon/consensual non-consent vibes, fear-turned-arousal, voyeurism, ownership, obsession, and raw physical intimacy.

Tropes: Masked stranger, silent protector turned intruder, erotic suspense, gradual surrender.

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Ivy laid on her bed feeling uneasy, her room felt cold, the window was cracked open, she had left it that way on purpose, again.

She lay on her side, one knee bent slightly beneath the covers, her cotton tank top sitting high on her waist. It was the same one she wore every Thursday. The one with the delicate neckline and no bra underneath.

There was a small bead of sweat at the back of her neck from the tension she felt, the kind that came when she knows she was being watched and she wasn't alone.

She knew he was out there again watching her, he had been watching her for the asthma few weeks.

At first, she thought she was imagining things but then he dropped a note at the bathroom, she felt scared because it was in her bathroom.

She always had the feeling of being followed on the train and being followed to parties.

She had woken up to find her back door unlocked many times even though she always checked it twice before going to sleep.

Ivy stopped being paranoia the night she found a single white lily tucked beneath her pillow.

She had gasped when she saw it, she stared frozen with the pillow still clutched in her arms, the stem looked fresh, she checked for a note but there was none, she checked for traces but couldn't find any.

The thought of him being there inches from her, close to her got her breathing nervously. But she felt calm feeling he hadn't hurt her.

She didn't tell anyone, not even her best friend Mia, who would've dragged her straight to the police to make a complaint, Ivy didn't want protection.

She wanted to feel it again, that fear of being watched like she was the most beautiful, It made her clench her thighs under the sheets every night even touching herself.

So she started testing him, she left the curtains open, she left her room light on. She bought lingerie she never used to wear, she slept seductively like she was offering herself.

She let her lingerie loosely drapped to her skin, she even touched herself when she felt him staring.

She will breath soft and slow, letting him think she was unaware that he was watching.

Tonight was no different, the clock read 1:48 AM. Ivy closed her eyes, she began touching herself, rubbing her clit, fingering her ass hole as her face squished in pleasure.

She knew he came on nights like this and he was watching her, when she finally cummed, she brought her fingers out licking their while staring at the open window.

She drifted to sleep leaving her legs open wondering how long it would take before watching wasn't enough for him.

She woke up feeling the air shift inside her room but she closed her eyes pretending to still be asleep.

She could hear it, the way he walked on the floorboard and the way he breath.

Her eyes stayed shut, she wanted this. She had asked for it, leaving her window open, her skin revealed exposing herself to him and now she had caught him here.

She felt as fingers brushed her ankle, he was barely touching there testing her reaction.

She held still, then he moved up tracing her calf over the curve of her knee and she couldn't hold it back, she sucked in a breath through her nose.

But still, she didn't open her eyes.

The hand continued up to her thigh, to where her tank top barely covered the top of her panties.

He paused there, then he leaned down biting and breathing in her ear, hot and slow. "You're not sleeping Beautiful."

Her heart paced, "You knew I'd come tonight," he murmured. "Did you dress like this for me? Lie like this for me? And even touched yourself for me?"

She exhaled trying to find words but only whispering, "Yes."

"Good girl." He cooed, his lips brushed her cheek, then her neck then lower.

One hand slid under her top, cupping her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple with passion. The other slipped between her legs, rubbing slow circles through the lace of her panties.

"Already soaked," he growled. "You were hoping I'd touch you, weren't you?"

She nodded.

Then he moved the lace aside, and pushed two fingers into her, deep and curling just right. Her back arched, then he used the hand grazing her nipples and pushed her down by the stomach.

"No moving, baby," he said. "You lie still and take it."

His thumb circled her clit as he fingered her, slow and rough, not giving her time to breathe.

She moaned helplessly trembling below him as he fingered wrecked her pussy.

"You make that sound again and I'll gag you with your own panties."

Her mouth snapped shut, her body writhing instead.

His teeth grazed her collarbone, then he increased his pace fucking her with his fingers so hard her thighs started to tremble.

She was on the edge too fast, her body hot, her pussy clenching and trying to cum undone.

But he stopped just as she was about to shatter. "No," he whispered. "Not yet."

He stood up, and walked silently to the edge of her bed, he laid down beside her making the bed dip.

Ivy's breath caught as her eyes opened finally, meeting his shadowed gaze.

He was in black with a masked face. He tugged her panties down slowly and tossed them aside. "Spread your legs wider for me."

Ivy obeyed breathing hard.

He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, then bit it, hard enough to bruise her skin

She whimpered, "Shhh," he growled. "You wanted this and let's not forget you invited me."

His tongue replaced his fingers, lapping slow and licking greedily, while she fought to stay quiet.

It wasn't gentle, he ate her like a man starved, like he'd been dreaming of this for months.

He licked her clit roughly sucking and grazing his teeth, using his fingers to nip her asshole, he growled as he felt her clenching and unclench, moaning like a slut.

"Louder, baby louder, I want to hear it, don't stifle it." He said in between sucking, he finger fucked her fastly and hard his fingers clapping with her ass.

And Ivy couldn't hold it back again, she just let it all out, her cum filling his mouth.

He watch her vibrating from the after feeling, Ivy turned to stare at his mask, he had an expression telling her was'nt over.

He didn't leave, He flipped her over, her cheek pressed to the sheets.

"Now we do it my way," he whispered as he pulled his zipper lower.