You May Say I’m A Dreamer

Stockholm Syndrome

Coercion

Stroke of Serendipity

The Jog

Secret Santa

Hide & Seek

WARNING: Most, if not all of the content that I have posted and will post will be 18+.

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Warning ⚠️

This story is going to get dark. Readers be cautious of any triggering scenarios.

Reader is playing the part of a character named Inara. *Feel free to use your name while reading if you'd like* I like to give all of my characters names.

Morning comes when you open your eyes to see that you’re both still fully dressed and he is asleep beside you. You look over at the open bedroom door. You start to think of running, but what if he wakes up and catches you? Do you take that risk?

Carefully, you start to get out of the bed trying as hard as you can not to wake him. You never take your eyes off him as you gently touch down onto the floor with your bare feet. You feel the plush white carpet beneath you and you think this may aid you in making your way quietly through the room to the door. 

Slowly, you creep down the side of the king size bed to the foot of the bed, still never losing eye contact with the sleeping man. Then just as you're halfway to the door, he starts to move and changes position to now completely face you. You freeze and hold your breath. He clears his throat and goes back to sleep. This is when you decide to make a run for it. You have no idea the layout of the house, but you are determined to get out. 

You turn and run. Making your way down the long hallway, your feet bounce off the chilly hardwood floor. You turn right around the corner once you reach the end of the hall. Now, you see the open concept kitchen and living room. You stop and look for the front door. You see it. To the left stands the giant metal door. Your way out.

“Going somewhere?” a deep voice says behind you. 

Your blood runs cold. You look over your shoulder to see him standing in the doorway to the hallway. You feel lightheaded from the amount of fear you feel.

“I was just…” you stammer.

He quickly cuts you off, “You were just what?”

Before you can answer or even react, he’s coming at you and grabs you by the forearm. He drags you back down the hallway, but you kick and fight the whole way. No matter how much fight you put out, it is no match for his strength or grip on you. Back to the bedroom you go, and you know this is it. 

He throws you onto the bed and you land on your back. You try to sit up, but he shoves you back down. Within moments, he’s yanking your pants off, then the panties. You scream and beg for him to stop, but he hears nothing. He rips your shirt open and exposes your breasts. Then as quickly as it all started he shoves himself inside you. 

“NO!” you scream out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up.” he says as he grips your chin and holds your head still to keep eye contact with him.

He is so aggressive with you and terror swallows you. You try to smack him, but he pins your arms above your head. You continue to scream in protest, but he just smiles an evil grin as he thrusts in and out of you. 

Minutes later, he cums inside you and you throw your head back from the strange feeling. He pulls himself out of you and stands up. Your legs are left dangling over the side of the bed as he stands between them cleaning himself off with your panties that he tore off you. You can’t move. Your brain is trying to catch up with everything that just happened. 

“Sit up.” he demands.

You sniffle and wipe the tears from your face. Slowly, you try to sit up, but everything is hurting right now. Your muscles are aching from trying to fight him off you and the pain from between your legs is excruciating. You wince in pain, but he’s getting impatient with you so he grabs your arms to help you sit up. 

You look down to see blood on your thighs and when you stand, it runs down your legs a bit. Your head spins and your legs are weak. He helps you stand to catch your balance. Then he guides you to his bathroom. You stand by the sink while he runs a hot bath. 

Once he gets the water to the right temperature, he stands and turns to face you. You stare blankly into his eyes. You can feel your body swaying a bit, but you’re so out of it from the trauma that you just endured that you just don’t seem to care. He walks over to you in what seems like slow motion and places a hand on each of your shoulders. 

“You alright?” he asks.

You are stunned, look up at him, and with as much anger as you can muster you say, “Am I alright? Are you fucking kidding me right now? You just raped me you fucking asshole!”

He doesn’t seem fazed, “Get in the tub.”

You go over to the tub and slowly ease yourself down into the water. The warm water helps ease some of your pain. He then climbs in and sits behind you. He begins to wash your bruised body and again you just seem to stare off into the abyss. 

In a hushed voice you ask, “What’s your name?”

“What?” he asked.

You clear your throat and speak up a bit, “I said, what’s your name?”

“Billy. What’s yours?”

“Inara.”

“Inara? That’s a beautiful name.” 

The two of you finish in the bath and are now standing on the chilly bathroom floor drying off. You wrap your towel around you as tight as you can get it to try and cover yourself. You scoff at yourself for even doing this because he’s already seen every inch of you, but still you want to try and keep any ounce of dignity that you have left. 

He walks back into the bedroom and instructs you to follow. You do as you’re told and follow behind. He grabs some clothes and proceeds to get dressed, but you just stare over to your ripped up clothes lying on the floor by the bed. 

“Billy?” 

He turns and looks at you, “Yeah?”

You look at him and choke back more tears, “I have nothing to put on.”

He glances over to the mess he made, then looks back at you, “I guess you’re right.”

He walks over to his dresser and pulls out a black t-shirt. He walks up to you and tosses the shirt over his shoulder. He gently grabs your towel and looks at you as he pulls it off your cold, naked body. Then he helps you slip the shirt on.

“Can I have some boxers or shorts too?” you ask.

He grins and says, “You’re not going to be needing those, the shirt is long enough.” 

“Billy, please.” you beg.

“I said no. Now stop. You’re going to learn real quick that I don’t like to repeat myself. So when I say something or tell you to do something, you better do it the first time.” he says sternly. 

You look down to the floor and frown, “Okay.”

He lifts your head by the chin, “Yes Billy is how you’ll answer from now on.”

You stumble upon something that you cannot unsee, and this may very well cost you everything.

Warning ⚠️

This story is going to get dark. Readers be cautious of triggering scenarios.

Reader is playing the part of a character named Inara. *Feel free to use your name while reading if you'd like* I like to give all of my characters names.

“Turn around!”

Without hesitation, you do as you’re told out of complete and utter fear. You look off into the distance and your mind races. Then a firm grip grabs your right wrist and twists your arm down and around behind your back. Then the same is done with the left. You hear the sound of a zip tie and you can no longer move your arms. 

You sniffle and plead, “Please, whatever you want. Just take it.”

A deep, gruff voice is in your ear within seconds, “Oh honey, I intend to take everything from you. You’re mine now.”

Suddenly he bashes you in the back of the head and everything goes black. When you come to, you're tied up still, only now, you’re laying on a concrete floor in a damp cold room. Your head is pounding from pain and you begin to sob once more.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!” You scream as loud as you possibly can.

You try to move, but now your ankles are tied together as well. You wiggle around and finally are able to at least sit up on the floor. Tears stream down your face and your head feels as though it is about to explode from the amount of pain you’re in. You want to scream again for help, but you know deep down that nobody can hear you.

You look around the room. The only thing you see is a small dirty mattress lying on the floor pushed up against the wall to your right. In the corner of the room sat a dingy tall bucket that you immediately assumed would be used as a toilet. You sniffle.

A few moments later, you can hear footsteps coming downstairs. With every step, you get more and more scared. You know it’s him. You know he’s coming for you and you are terrified. You begin to think of all the scenarios that could await you and now you feel like you’re about to vomit. 

The door opens, and there stands a tall, slender man dressed in black jeans, an olive green t-shirt, and black leather combat style boots. He leans against the doorway and crosses his arms as he looks intensely at you with coal dark eyes. You feel a huge pit in your stomach and your body is trembling. 

After a few moments, you decide to say in a hushed and shaky voice, “What do you want from me?”

He smirks, “What the hell were you doing watching me out there?”

“I wasn’t! Or at least, I didn’t mean to! Please! I swear!” you immediately answer and lean forward.

“Whether you meant to or not, you did, and now? Now, you’re mine sweetheart.” he says in a matter of fact way.

“Please! Please let me go! I swear to you I won’t say anything!” you cry out.

He signs and grabs the handle to the door, “Mhmm, sure.” 

The man steps back and pulls the door shut before you have the chance to tell him that you promise you won’t say a word. It makes no difference though. Clearly his mind is made up, and you are not going anywhere. You cry harder and try to reposition your wrists that are still tightly bound. You twist and turn, but you are so uncomfortable that no matter which way you go, nothing is helping.

“AHHHH!” you scream as loud as you can from frustration and anger, “Let me go you stupid piece of shit! FUCK YOU!”

Moments later, footsteps come down the stairs once more. Only this time, they sound harder as if he is stomping down the staircase. Then, the door ferociously swings open and slams against the wall behind it.

“Fuck me? FUCK ME?!” he yells in a very harsh tone.

You scream and try to scoot yourself backwards away from the man charging towards you, but it’s no use. Seconds later he is in front of you and reaches down to grab a handful of your hair. He yanks you to your feet. You squeal out in pain. 

Once you make it to your feet, he twists you around and pins you against the wall and his body. Your right cheek is pressed up against the cold concrete wall. You try and watch what he does behind you out of the corner of your eye. You can’t see much, but you hear what sounds like a knife switch open. You squirm.

“NO!” you yelp out.

“Hold still!” he yells.

Your body goes limp and he quickly cuts the zip tie from your wrists. You can feel a rush of sensation flow to your hands almost instantaneously. You close your eyes from the relief. He places a hand in the middle of your back and leans down to cut the tie from your ankles as well. Then, without pause, he spins you around to face him. He is much taller than you. You know you are no match for him, so you stand as still as possible and refuse to make eyecontact with him. 

However, he takes a hand and grabs your chin. He lifts your head so that now you are eye to eye. You place both of your hands around his wrist and look deep into his eyes. You can barely see him through the welling tears. 

“Don’t do this, please. I am begging you. Please I..I’ve never…” you whimper.

His head tilts to the side, “You’ve never what sweetheart?”

You feel as though you’re about to pass out, “I…I’ve never.”

You can’t say it. You’re too afraid. How are you supposed to tell this man you’ve never met and who is holding you captive that you’re still a virgin? You know that’s what he wants, your body, and once he finds out you’ve never done literally anything sexual with anyone because you were too afraid and self conscious, he will for sure take all that he wants. 

“Tell me.” he presses closer to you. 

You watch his left hand slowly flow down your arm. Your heart feels like it is going to pound right out of your chest. Your throat tightens and your ears begin to ring. Panic is setting in and you know you’re going into a panic attack.

“I can’t...I…I can’t breathe” you manage to get out in between gasps of breath.

He can see that you are struggling to catch a breath and scoops you into his arms. He carries you upstairs. You can’t focus on anything around you, but you know that the environment upstairs is much different than where you just were. It’s warm with clean smelling air. 

Moments later, he lays you down on a bed. His bed. You continue to hyperventilate. You see him. He’s standing beside the bed and talking to you, but you can’t hear him. Everything is muffled, but you can see that he is trying to calm you down. 

“Breathe, just breathe.” he says as he holds your shoulders.

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Warning ⚠️

This story is going to get dark. Readers be cautious of any triggering scenarios.

Reader is playing the part of a character named Inara. *Feel free to use your name while reading if you'd like* I like to give all of my characters names.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

You stumble upon something that you cannot unsee, and this may very well cost you everything.

WARNING ⚠️

This story is going to get dark. Readers be cautious of triggering scenarios.

Reader is playing the part of a character named Inara. *Feel free to use your name while reading if you'd like* I like to give all of my characters names.

Sweat was dripping down your face and you were panting heavily from jogging up the uneven hillside on the hiking trail. Once you finally reached the top, you decided to have a break. You saw a fallen tree laying on the ground a couple feet away, so you walked over and had a seat to catch your breath and have a cold drink of water.

You look up to take in the beauty of the scene around you. The bright, clear blue sky through the leaves of the trees. The echoing sounds of the birds singing in the treetops. Everything was so calming, until out of nowhere you hear a man yell in the distance. You couldn’t quite figure out what he said, but it was very unsettling. 

You stand and look to see if anyone or anything is around you. Taking a couple steps, you go back over to the hillside that you just ran up. The closer you get, the more you can hear what sounds like something wrestling in the dirt and rocks. Once you look over the side, you see two men on the ground fighting.

You couldn’t look away. You wanted to say something, but you did not want to get in the middle of whatever it was that they were fighting about. Then, out of nowhere, BANG!

Your blood ran cold and your ears began to ring. One of the men stood, as the other lay still on the ground. Blood began to pool around his head. The tall, slender dark haired man rolled his neck and let out a deep sigh as he tucked his gun into the back of his black pants. He ran his long fingers through his hair to lay it back, flat atop of his head.

You knew if this man saw you, that it could be really bad. So you decided to try and stay as quiet as possible. You were trembling and your heart was pounding hard in your chest. You took one small step back, then another. However, when you let your weight down on the second step, you crunched down on a thin twig. The noise rang out in the silent air. The mysterious man’s head twisted swiftly and he immediately caught sight of you. Your eyes locked with his. You gasped and stood as still as a statue. 

The man stared at you so intensely that it felt as though he was peering into your soul. You wanted to move, but you were scared stiff. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and specks of white were dancing in your vision. He looked at you and slowly moved his right arm to his back. You knew exactly what he was reaching for, so you made the split decision to run as fast as you could.

You spun around and took off as fast as your feet could take you, but he was right behind you. You could hear him coming up fast. You started zigzagging through the trees and began screaming for help.

“PLEASE! STOP!” you pleaded as you ran.

The man didn’t say a word or slow his pace. You were sobbing and scared out of your mind. Up ahead was a small creek. You jumped across and hooked to your left to run in a different direction. You could hear rushing water up ahead and knew that you had to be getting close to the waterfall. 

You could now see the clearing for the falls and heading right for it, but once you were feet away, a single gunshot rang out and you fell to the ground belly first. You covered your head as soon as you hit the ground. Sand and grass was going into your mouth as you were gasping for air. Everything was sticking to your face from the tears you had streaming down your cheeks. 

“NO! Please! I’m so sorry!” you yelled as you could hear the man coming up to you.

“Get the fuck up!” he roared.

Without hesitation, he straddled your body, reached down, and turned you over. You were now face to face with him as he pointed his gun at you. 

Staring at the gun, you begged him not to shoot you, “Dear God, please! Please don’t shoot me!”

“Give me one good reason not to.” he scowled.

“I don’t wanna die! I swear I won’t say anything to anyone!”

“Yeah, like I haven’t heard that line before.” he aimed the gun at your head.

“NO! WAIT!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

He stepped aside still pointing the gun right at you, “Stand up!”

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

You keep checking to see what time it is, but time seems to be moving at a snail's pace right now. It is making you frustrated because you are so anxious to go out with Billy tonight. Things are racing through your mind about how this will go.

Should you eat a little something before, so you don’t look like a pig when you eat? No, because what if it upsets your stomach? Should you bring up the relationship you just got out of? No, just no!

You have about an hour left to finish getting ready. You’ve shaved literally everywhere that was needed, brushed your teeth twice for good measure, and put just a dab of makeup on. You settled on wearing a dark red quarter sleeve tunic top, paired with black leggings, and chestnut brown knee high boots. Fall was drawing near, so you wanted to dress a bit warmer just in case. 

            Now, at quarter till seven, you sit on your couch anxiously waiting for Billy.

*Ding*

            Your phone goes off with a new text message. It’s Billy! Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly open the message. 

“On my way, see you soon.”

            AAHHHH!!! Now your heart is really pounding. You do your best to calm down so that you don’t act like an absolute idiot in front of Billy. You already really like him, and you’ve only just truly met. 

            A few minutes tick by and there is a knock at your door. You squeal like a little girl and jump to your feet. You run to the door, pause to take a deep breath and fluff your hair, then open the door. 

“Hi!” you say excitedly.

Billy chuckles and smiles at you, “Ready to go?”

Smiling from ear to ear, you turn to grab your sweater and purse then turn back to face the tall, dark haired, sexy man in your doorway, “I’m ready.”

          Billy takes your hand as you two make your way down the hall to the elevator. You have so many butterflies in your stomach. You just want things to go smoothly this evening. 

          Billy takes you to a nice restaurant and lets you choose a bottle of wine to share. Nobody has ever treated you like this before. You really didn’t know how to act, but you stayed calm and did your best. 

As you two eat your meals, you engage in a conversation about several different things. You laugh at all his jokes, and he smiles as he gazes deep into your eyes. Everything is going great. 

“You really have never been on a rollercoaster before?!” you ask as you giggle and take a sip of wine.

Billy shakes his head and laughs, “No! Never really wanted too either.”

“I guess I just assumed everyone has ridden one before at some point in their lives.” you laughingly say, but the laugh was cut short when out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar face and you suddenly feel sick.

The man is staring right at you and smiles a menacing grin at you. He takes a drink from his glass and then sits it on the table. After laying some cash onto the table, he gets up and starts walking towards your table. 

You feel a huge lump in your throat and start to freak out inside. What the fuck is he doing here?! Please dear God do not come over here! The man continues toward you but passes by without saying a word. You look and feel a small sense of relief. 

Billy sees the abrupt change of expressions on your face, “Something wrong?”

You snap back to reality, “What?! Uh, y-yeah! Everything is fine!”

Billy let it go for now, but he definitely was not going to let that go. Billy is a very protective person and does not like to be lied to. He learned from a young age that he needed to know everything and be in absolute control.

Billy motions to the waiter for the check, “How about we get outta here? My place for another drink?”

Your heart flutters and you smile, “Sounds great.”

The two of you arrive at Billy’s apartment and he begins fixing you both a drink. You’re over by the window looking out at the city skyline and staring up at the stars. You try to forget about who you saw back at the restaurant but are quickly reminded about it moments later as Billy walks over with drinks in his hands.

“So, you gonna tell me who you saw back there or am I gonna have to do my own investigating?” he says with a bit of sass in his voice as he hands you your cocktail.

You take a shaky breath in and decide to be open and honest with Billy, “It was my ex’s best friend Jake.”

“I’m assuming by the look on your face that wasn’t a good thing.”

“I don’t really know honestly. I don’t even know why he would have been there.”

 “He not from here?”

“New York, yes. The city, no.”

“So why are you worried? You think he’ll do something?”

“I don’t know. My ex is, well, not a good person.”

“How so?”

You hesitate to answer because you don’t want to ruin things with Billy. Tonight was amazing and you don’t want to fuck things up by bringing up your abusive and manipulative ex-boyfriend. However, you can tell Billy is not going to stop until he gets it out of you. So, you give. 

Taking a deep breath in, you begin, “Spencer, my ex, was very abusive in every aspect of the word. He controlled everything that I did and if I did something he didn’t like, he would hit me over and over. I loved him, but I couldn’t stay anymore. The day before I left him, he beat me so badly that I thought I was going to die. Both of my eyes were black, my lip was busted, and he cracked three of my ribs. I stayed with a friend until I saved up enough money for my own place and got a restraining order against Spencer. He was arrested but made bail days later. Nothing was ever done to him because they gave him two years of probation and called it a day. I’m so sorry that I come with so much baggage, and if you never want to see or talk to me again, I will completely understand. I know it’s a lot.”

You were crying at this point and felt so ashamed. You wanted to go hide and not come out. You’ve probably just ruined every chance of being with Billy after this.

Billy looks at you for a moment, then takes your drink and sets it on the coffee table. He turns back and wraps you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him with tear filled eyes. He looks back at you, then without hesitation, he presses his soft lips against yours. His tongue massages yours and you hum with delight. After a few moments, he pulls away to look at you once more. 

So this is my second smut story that I have been working on. I am hoping you all enjoy!

It is a bit dark. Yes, Billy Russo is of course our main character aside from a girl named Cassidy. Who is completely made up and meant to be played by the reader. The other characters that are mentioned in this story are made up as well and not based on anyone in particular. I did this one differently than my first story, but I wanted to switch up my writing style a bit. So you may see more differences in other stories to come. Things that are bold and italicized are thoughts.

Now for some warnings for the entire story but necessarily in the current chapter you read: dark Billy for sure, non-con, dub-con, kidnapping, NSFW, 18+, smut, sex, rape, attempted rape, physical violence, abusive behavior, language. I think that covers it, but sorry if I missed something.

Read at your own risk.

A bead of sweat dripped into the dirty dishwater from Cassidy’s brow. She has been working hard on her chores all morning while Billy was in his office working online and getting things squared away for the upcoming company party. Once she finished, she went to Billy’s office door and knocked lightly.

“Come in!” Billy called out.

Cassidy slowly opened the door and stepped inside, “I’m finished with my chores Billy.” She kept her eyes to the floor.

Billy looked at her intently as he leaned back in his office chair. He sat silently staring at her for a few moments, then stood and walked over to stand directly in front of Cassidy, never once taking his dark eyes off her. Her heartbeat began to speed up a bit the closer he got and when he came to a halt in front of her, she felt like she was going to pass out from how fast her heart was racing. Stay calm Cass. Stay. Calm.

Billy gently lifted her chin so that now they were looking into each other's eyes, “Show me.”

Cassidy gulped and nodded. Billy guided her back into the kitchen where she showed him the hard work that she put in cleaning up the dishes, cleaning the counters, and mopping the floor. After Cassidy finished explaining everything that she had done to Billy, she stopped and turned to look at him. He stood with his long, strong arms crossed and was leaning against the entryway wall. He smiled.

“Looks good.” He said, now slowly making his way over to Cassidy.

“Thank you Billy.” She said in a soft and timid tone.

Now inches away from her, he reaches out with one hand and brushes some of her hair behind her ear, “I think it’s time we go back into the city for a little while. What do you think?”

“R-really?” 

“Are you going to obey me and be a good girl?”

Cassidy straightened up and was getting more excited, “Yes! I promise Billy!”

Billy chuckled and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Alright, let’s go pack then.”

Once in the bedroom, Billy handed Cassidy a duffle bag and told her to pack some clothes and personal items to take with them to the city. He told her that they would only be there for about a week and not to overpack. She grabbed a few of her new outfits that Billy ordered for her and went into the bathroom to pack some toiletries. 

When she turned around from grabbing her toothbrush, Billy was right behind her. She gasped from being startled. She didn’t hear him walk in. He smiled because he found it comical that he scared her.

He grabbed the bag from her hand and put it on the bathroom floor, “Take off your clothes.”

Cassidy’s insides began to feel like jello from nerves, “B-but I’m not finished packing.”

He stepped closer and leaned down to her face, “I said, take off your clothes.”

She began to shudder. Was this the moment that she has been so terrified of? Was he going to force himself on her? Would he hurt her? Her mind raced with horrible thoughts, but she did as she was told because she was too panicked to find out what would happen if she didn’t.

“Y-yes Billy.” she said shakily as she began to pull up her shirt.

After completely undressing, Cassidy looked up at Billy with tears in her eyes. She sniffled and waited for Billy to tell her what to do next.

“Why are you crying?” Billy asked calmly as he gently caressed her arms.

“I’m sorry Billy, I’m just really nervous.” Cassidy said anxiously. 

“Nervous because of a shower?” 

Her heart skipped, “A sh-shower?”

“Yes, silly.” He said as he took off his clothes.

After taking off all of his clothes, Billy walked over and started the shower. Cassidy was still in shock and quite nervous because she has yet to shower with Billy. Billy motioned for her to get into the shower, then he followed. 

The shower had two shower heads and had plenty of room inside for both of them. Billy grabbed the shampoo and squirted some into his palm. He turned her around and began washing Cassidy’s hair. 

She didn’t really know what to do or think. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, her mind kept racing with thoughts. She wiped the water from her eyes and looked at Billy. His perfect body and dark hair getting soaked by the hot steaming water. She couldn’t stop staring. Billy noticed her watching him wash himself and smiled. 

“So what did you think was going to happen Cass?” He said knowing exactly what she was thinking.

Cassidy broke from her trance and locked eyes with Billy, “I uh, well I…”

Billy inched towards her, “Did you think I’d do something?

She opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak.

“Maybe I’d do something like this?” Billy said as he spun her around to now have her back up against his chest.

“I…”

“Or maybe this?” he said, now caressing her breasts with his large hands.

She began to breathe heavier and her eyes were shut, “I…”

“You've been such a good girl for me. Good girls should get rewarded, don’t ya think?” His right hand is now trailing past her chest and down her stomach.

Her head is laying on his chest and she lets out a small whine, “Yes Billy.”

She has never been touched like this before and she had no idea what to do. She was just letting him do whatever he wanted to her because right now, she was feeling so good. She could feel her pussy tingling the closer his hand got.

When his middle finger reached her clit, he pressed down, and Cassidy let out a moan. Billy smiled and continued to draw circles on her swollen clit and pinched her nipple with the other hand. Cassidy was unsure exactly what she was feeling, but the faster he got, the more she moaned and whined in pure ecstasy. 

“Billy!”

“That’s it baby. Just relax.”

She grabbed onto Billy’s strong arms and he plunged a finger inside of her wet entrance. She screamed out. He pulled his finger in and out of her faster and faster until she let go and her pussy tightened around him. 

“Billy!” she screamed. 

“There’s my girl.” he said into her ear as he let her ride out the intense orgasm. 

She came hard and her body collapsed. Billy pulled out his finger and picked her up into his arms. He turned the water off and carried her to the bed. He didn’t care how wet they were. He laid her down in the bed and climbed in behind her.

The stories below are based on research that I have done on each case. Please read with caution as some things may be triggering for some readers.

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The following stories are based on accounts from real people. These are real paranormal events that have taken place at different places. Enjoy!

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Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

The next morning after receiving the Facebook notification, you decided you were going to take a break from social media. You went through your phone and deleted every social media app that you had. You wanted a fresh start and wanted to get back into the dating scene, although you were extremely nervous about it. 

You are not an outgoing person, so you were definitely going to have to challenge yourself. You wanted to try flirting with the hot neighbor. This was going to take a lot of planning because you are not the smoothest person in the world.

You thought that it would be easiest to try and talk to him when he comes back into the coffee shop. So, you grabbed your bag and purse and headed out the door. When you walked in Johanna was leaning against the counter scrolling on her phone. 

“Hey you!” Johanna excitedly said as she put her phone down onto the counter and ran over to give you a hug.

“Hi! How are you today?” You replied as you hugged Johanna.

“I’m okay! You want your usual?” 

“Yeah, sounds great! Hey, has that guy come back in at all?”

“Nope! Not yet at least.” Johanna said with a wink and huge grin on her face as she walked away to make your drink. “Why’s that girly?”

“Uh…no reason really. Just curious.” You sheepishly said then headed to your table that you love to sit at. 

You took out your computer and began to work on things for your marketing job. A few minutes pass, and Johanna brings over your scone and iced drink. Johanna headed back to the kitchen to bake more pastries and you were trying to concentrate on work, but all you could think about was when he would show up. You let out a deep sigh and kept typing.

About two hours had passed, and still no sign of him. Every time someone would walk in, your heart would skip a beat. Then you were immediately let down when you saw that it wasn’t him. Finally after waiting about forty-five minutes, you decided to call it a day and finish things at home.

For the next few days, you did the same routine, but still nothing. Each night you watched when he would come home and pour himself a drink at his minibar. You’d watch him loosen his tie and undo his cufflinks. After turning all your lights off and drawing your curtains, you would peek through to see if he was looking into your windows like you were into his, but he wasn’t. Not at least when you would check. 

Then one evening, you decided to enjoy a glass of wine on your tiny porch. You were listening to music and just enjoying the breeze of the evening air. Something caught your attention and you quickly looked over. There in the doorway was the man. He stood leaning against the doorframe and holding a glass of whiskey. 

Shit! Do something! Say something you idiot! You took a drink of wine and smiled towards him. He smiled back and your heart fluttered.

“Nice weather we’re having right?” You yelled over to him, but immediately felt dumb for saying what you did.

You cleared your throat as you felt a pit in your stomach. You wanted to curl up under the chair. Seriously?! The weather? The fucking weather!? What the hell were you thinking? Talking about the weather is one of the lamest ways to start a conversation. 

“Yeah! It’s pretty nice out tonight.” he replied with a grin.

Holy shit! He’s seriously talking to me!

“I’m Y/N, I moved in not too long ago.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Billy.”

You could not believe that this was actually happening. Now you know the name of the man that you have been lusting over for about a week now. You were trying to think of something else to say, but nothing was coming out of your mouth. 

“I should probably head inside, it’s getting late.” you finally said.

“Okay! Have a great night!” Billy said finding your nervousness comical. 

You turned to go inside, but stopped and turned back around, “um, hey, so I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

Billy smiled and replied, “What’s up?”

“Would you…would you like to have coffee with me sometime? If not, it's totally cool! I just - I just wanted to ask and…” you were stumbling over your words, but he interrupted you.

“Sure! Tomorrow morning sound good to you?” 

“Oh uh, yeah! Sounds great!”

“Alrighty, then I’ll see you in the morning at the cafe.”

“See you then!”

You went inside and let out a squeal. You were so excited and could not believe that this just happened. Tomorrow?! Panic started taking over and you began running the what if questions through your head. What if he doesn’t show? What if I say something stupid and he never wants to talk to me again? What if he comes and it’s so awkward that he just gets up and walks out? What if…

“STOP!” You yelled to yourself while grabbing your head. 

You took a deep breath in and took your wine glass to the kitchen sink. As you rinsed the cup, you got lost in a daydream of how it would be if you and Billy were dating. You smiled and tilted your head as you let out a long sigh.

However, you quickly came back to reality when you dropped the glass into the sink causing it to shatter into pieces. You weren't paying attention to what you were doing, and it slipped right out of your hands. As you were picking the shards of glass out of the sink, a piece sliced your palm open. Blood instantly began to gush from the wound.

“Ow! Fuck!” You yelled as you grasped your hand with the other.

You turned the water back on and ran cold water over the cut. Finally the bleeding slowed enough for you to run into the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. You quickly wrapped your hand tightly with gauze. After securing your now mummified looking hand, you walked into your room and fell backwards onto your bed while letting out a loud sigh of frustration.

How were you going to explain this if he asks? Of course he is going to ask, why wouldn’t he? You kept running all sorts of things through your mind until eventually, you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, your internal alarm clock woke you up around 7:00 a.m. Normally this annoyed you to no end, but this morning you were grateful because you had fallen asleep without setting any sort of alarm. You knew Billy didn’t mention a specific time, but you wanted to be sure to get to the cafe soon just in case he gets there early and thinks that you stood him up.

You took a quick shower, styled your long brown hair into big loose curls, and walked over to your closet. Oh God. What the hell do I wear? You grabbed a few things out and laid them onto the bed. Eventually you settled with black leggings, a white top with big sunflowers covering it, and a pair of black flats. You didn’t want to overdo it. After all, it was just coffee. Right? 

You sat in the booth that you normally do and was bouncing your feet on the ground in anticipation for Billy to arrive. You had gotten to the coffee shop around 8:15 that morning. Just to be sure you didn’t miss him, you checked with Johanna to see if he had been in already. Johanna told you that he hadn’t come in yet and wished you luck this morning while squealing and giving you a tight hug.

About thirty minutes goes by, and you start to feel like you've been stood up. Your eyes begin to fill with tears from disappointment, but then, someone walks in. You look up quickly and see that it’s Billy. You hurry to dry your eyes and sit up straight to look at Billy with a big smile.

As he is walking over, he smiles back at you. Billy was a very confident man and always loved to impress the ladies. He could tell that you were nervous, but that made this all the more exciting for him. 

Billy walked up, grabbed your right hand, and gave the top of your hand a gentle kiss, “I’m sorry I’m a bit late. I had something at work that needed to be dealt with before I came.” 

Butterflies filled your stomach as you held onto his hand, “That’s okay. To be fair, we didn’t really set a time.”

Billy agreed and giggled as he looked down at your hands still joined. You realized you were still holding his hand and let out a gasp as you quickly let go. You immediately felt your face feel like it was on fire from embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m…” you stammer.

“Nervous?” Billy said with a grin on his face.

“Is it that obvious?”

“A bit, but it’s cute.”

Suddenly your face was on fire again and you couldn’t believe that he just called you cute. You giggle and the two of you begin to have an actual conversation. During the conversation, Johanna brought you both your drinks and tried her best to eavesdrop on what was being said. She was so happy for you.

“I hate to do this, but I have a meeting in half an hour.” Billy said while slowly running his thumb over the top of your hand as he held it.

You gaze into his dark eyes, “It’s okay, I understand. You do run the business after all.”

Billy smiles and bites his lower lip, “How about dinner tonight?”

You were in shock, but quickly answered, “Absolutely!”

He chuckled at how excited you were, “I’ll come by and get you around seven?”

“Sounds great.” you agreed.

The two of you exchanged numbers and before Billy left. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“See you at seven sweetheart.” he whispered into your ear.

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

The sun was finally shining bright after several dreary days. You decided that this would be the best day to start working on your tiny balcony oasis. You had moved into your new fourth floor apartment in New York City about six and a half months ago. After months of saving, you were able to finally buy the cute decor items that you had your eye on for so long.

Your new three-piece cushioned black wicker patio set had just arrived. You had gone to some of the small local shops and found some fake plants and ceramic jars that varied in sizes and shapes. To accent the entire scene that you had envisioned was a large navy blue and white mosaic outdoor rug.

After carrying everything out of the sliding glass door and onto the terrace, you took a step back and leaned against the railing to picture where you would put everything.  Finally, after about an hour of moving things around, you had finished. 

“Phew!” you exclaimed as you sat down in one of your new chairs and wiped the sweat from your forehead.

As you sat, you watched the sun go down behind all the tall buildings. The city lights were getting brighter as the sky darkened, and you looked around to take everything in. You had only been outside three or four times because of the cold weather so this was the first time that you had been able to actually enjoy an evening outside. You were noticing things that you hadn’t yet and it intrigued you.

Your red brick apartment building has five floors and is in the shape of a big U. So as neighbors were opening curtains, or turning on lights, you would glance in their direction just to be nosey and see what was going on and who lived where.  On the second floor, you could see an older woman watering her plants in her kitchen window. A middle aged man lived on the third floor in a corner apartment. He was in his living room watching football. The lights suddenly turned on in the apartment across from yours. You quickly glanced to watch and see what would appear. 

“Holy shit.” You said aloud to yourself when you saw the man walk up to his glass door and peer out. 

You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was gorgeous. Tall, slender built, and dark brown hair that was styled back neatly. He had a black suit and tie on. He loosened his tie as he stood looking out into the distance. 

He stood still for a few minutes, then turned and walked out of view. You took a deep breath in and decided that you’d go inside for the night. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of Chardonnay. Then, you went into the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch. 

A few hours and three glasses of wine later, you had fallen asleep on your couch while watching Grey’s Anatomy. Around 3:30 in the morning, You were jolted awake from the nightmare that you were having.

“It was just a dream! It was just a dream!” you kept saying to yourself over and over as you sat up trying to calm down.

You felt like your heart was going to pound out of your chest. As you stood up, you turned off the television and walked your glass into the kitchen where you placed it in the sink. You looked over to the glass door and saw that you hadn’t shut the curtains yet. You walked over to pull the curtains, but when you looked out and over to the windows across from you, you saw the man from earlier now just in black boxers staring straight at you. 

You let out a gasp and hurried to pull the curtains closed. Shit! Did he see me earlier? How long has he been standing there looking in my windows? These thoughts were racing through your head as you hurriedly made your way to your bedroom. 

As you laid down in bed, you kept thinking of him. His gorgeous hair, those dark eyes, and that undeniably sexy body. You started to feel a bit of a tingling sensation, but snapped out of your thoughts quickly. You literally just got out of a relationship! Granted it was awful, but still! Plus, you don’t even know this guy!

The next morning, you woke up and got ready for the day. You grabbed your computer bag, and headed out the door to the little coffee shop on the corner. You love this tiny cafe and do your work there every day as you eat and drink your usual duo. A lemon blueberry scone and an iced caramel macchiato with cold foam.

You have become one of the regulars, so every morning when you walk in, the barista has your meal ready for you. Then, you sit in the same back corner booth and begin work. You work for a marketing firm out of California, so your job is completely virtual, which you absolutely love. You don’t like going out in public very often, and when you do, you try to go when you see that there aren’t many people. However, living in New York City made that a bit more challenging, but you're adjusting. 

“Need a refill?” one of the waitresses and now your friend, Johanna says with a big smile on her freckled face.

You looked up at Johanna and smiled as you replied, “Absolutely! I think today is going to be a long one.”

“You got it!” Johanna said as she spun around and twisted her curly red hair up into a bun on the top of her head.

The bell rang and someone new walked in. Not many people frequent this small establishment, so when the high pitched noise rang out through the air, you looked up curiously to see who it was that came inside. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat. It was him. The man from the window. 

You sat back quickly and tried to hide in the booth, but it didn’t work very well. He spotted you and gave you a smile. Then, he ordered his coffee and left. A huge sigh of relief left you when he walked out. You had no idea what you would say to him if he approached you. You were a hot mess when it came to talking to guys. 

Over the past few months, you had tried to meet someone. You thought it would help you move on from your ex-boyfriend Spencer faster. You quickly learned just how awkward you are and how awful you are at conversations. You had been on three dates so far and every one of them ghosted you after the first night. It was only a dinner date, and yet somehow you had managed to run them off every time. 

“OH. MY. GOD! Girl, did you see how hot that guy was?!” Johanna said as she handed you your new drink.

You stared at her for a moment and then giggled, “yes, I saw him.”

Johanna sat down across from you and started talking so fast, “I could barely even speak! Ugh! Could you imagine being with someone like him?!”

“Yeah, it definitely would be interesting!” You laughingly replied and then let out a long sigh, “I should probably get going. I’ve finished my work for the day. It wasn’t as bad as I thought after all.” You started packing up everything and slid out of the booth.

“Okay! Will I see you tomorrow?” Johanna replied as you stood.

“Maybe!” You said in a high tone as you made your way to the door, “See you later!”

You made it home and flopped down onto the couch. You couldn’t stop thinking of the guy across from you, but then all of those thoughts were interrupted when your phone dinged from a notification. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and opened up the screen. It was a Facebook notification about memories that you had from two years ago. 

Summary: Reader falls head over heels in love with her neighbor after a bad break-up. Will he also turn out to be her knight in shining armor as well?

Warnings: smut, language, sex, alcohol use. 18+ only!

Chapter I: Man in the Window Chapter II: New Life Choices Chapter III: The Date

So this is my second smut story that I have been working on. I am hoping you all enjoy!

It is a bit dark. Yes, Billy Russo is of course our main character aside from a girl named Cassidy. Who is completely made up and meant to be played by the reader. The other characters that are mentioned in this story are made up as well and not based on anyone in particular. I did this one differently than my first story, but I wanted to switch up my writing style a bit. So you may see more differences in other stories to come. Things that are bold and italicized are thoughts.

Now for some warnings for the entire story but necessarily in the current chapter you read: dark Billy for sure, non-con, dub-con, kidnapping, NSFW, 18+, smut, sex, rape, attempted rape, physical violence, abusive behavior, language. I think that covers it, but sorry if I missed something.

Read at your own risk.

Days had passed and each day, things seemed to get better and better. Cassidy kept thinking that this was so strange because here she is living with a man that she does not know and who literally bought her from her kidnappers, yet she feels somewhat comfortable around him. Could this be some sort of trick? But what would he be tricking her to do? So many thoughts raced through her head at lightning speed.

She snapped out of her thoughts suddenly because as she sat up in bed, she could smell the scent of bacon in the air. Eggs and toast too? Her mouth started watering and a childhood memory began to flood her brain. 

Every morning when she was a little girl, her mother would always have a huge breakfast spread ready for Cassidy and her sister Olivia to devour before starting their day. She had an amazing mother who did everything she could for her girls and a caring older sister that always watched out for her. Even though Olivia was only two years older than Cassidy, she felt like it was her duty to make sure nothing happened to her sister. 

Cassidy’s father left when she was three and was never really in her life. He would send cards and letters, but never came around or made the effort to spend time with his daughters. Cassidy didn’t know much about him other than he was an alcoholic, used drugs, and left her mother to be with another woman he met one night at a bar. 

All was well until one day when Cassidy was fourteen. Olivia had stayed home from school sick that day, so Cassidy was stuck walking home alone from school. She was listening to her portable CD player, singing along to the songs on Avril Lavigne’s new album. 

She was in her own little world, when two police cruisers and an ambulance went rushing by her with sirens blaring. She didn’t think much of it because she didn’t live in the nicest of neighborhoods. Being that her mom had to work two part-time jobs just to make ends meet, she found the safest place she could to raise her daughters alone. However, as years passed and the girls grew, the neighborhood began to get worse and worse.

When she turned the corner onto her street, she saw that the police officers and ambulance were at her house. Mom?! Livvy?! She took off running as fast as she could toward the flashing red and blue lights.

“Woah, woah, woah! You can’t go past the yellow tape hun.” an officer said to her as he grabbed her and held her back.

She fought him hard, “I live here!! Where is my mom?! Where is my sister?! Please! Let go of me!”

“Shit.” the officer looked at her tearfilled eyes and looked around to find someone to help him with her.

“WHAT HAPPENED!” she screamed.

A female officer came sprinting over to help her partner. She spun Cassidy around and gripped her shoulders. She couldn’t help but to tear up when she saw the fear on Cassidy’s face. 

“Sweetie, you need to take a breath and calm down just a bit, okay?” she said as calmly as she could.

Cassidy shook her head, “No! Tell me what is going on! Please ma’am! I just want my mom!”

Officer’s ended up taking her down to the police station to get her away from the crime scene. They did not want her to see the gruesome scene that was left behind in the house. Eventually, two women walked into the room where Cassidy sat hugging her knees. One woman was the police officer from earlier and the other was a state social worker with Child Protective Services.

They sat down with Cassidy and explained to her that her father, in an impaired state, broke into the family home that morning just before her mother had left for work. He shot her mother and sister to death and then turned the gun on himself. He left behind a note explaining that all he wanted was for his family to be together again forever, and that he was sorry to Cassidy that she wasn’t there to go with them to Heaven. 

“Cass?” Billy said, causing Cassidy to jump and come out of the horrific trance that she was in.

“Billy! I’m s-sorry! I was…I was..”

“Hey, hey. You okay?” he said as he sat down on the side of the bed with her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

She couldn’t look at him, “F-fine. I’m fine. Just thinking of something from when I was little is all.”

He pulled her closer to him and brushed a tear from her cheek, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

She told him the story and how the smell of breakfast made her remember. She explained to him that it was nothing that he did, and that she would be okay. He smiled after hearing this and hugged her tight. 

“How about we go eat before it gets too cold, huh?” he said, still holding her tightly against his chest.

She grinned, “Okay.”

As they ate, she couldn’t help but think that maybe this whole situation would be okay. They finished eating and Billy explained to her that she would need to do chores today. Dishes, laundry, and dusting were on her list today while he worked in his office for a while to get caught up on some things. 

Cassidy placed the dishes into a sink full of hot soapy water to let them soak while she loaded the washer with Billy’s clothes. After finishing with the dishes, she checked to see if the washer was finished, but it still had two more cycles to go through. So, she decided to start dusting things in the living room. This was the first time Billy had asked her to do this chore in the almost two weeks that she had been there. 

While dusting, she hummed a tune and focused on getting everything spotless for Billy. She was going down the items on the fireplace mantel and was not paying attention like she should have been. After wiping off what looked to her like some sort of small ashtray with writing inside in a language she didn’t know, she sat it back onto the mantel. However, the rag caught on the tiny ashtray and it fell to the ground shattering into shards of glass. 

The entire house was completely silent, so when the ashtray crashed to the floor, it echoed throughout the rooms. Cassidy began to shake. What have you done!? She began to shake even more when she looked over to see a very pissed off Billy Russo standing there staring daggers into her. 

“B-Billy. I-I…” was all she could mutter. 

Billy said nothing as he swiftly walked over to Cassidy and backhanded her across the face causing her to fall hard to the floor. She let out a gasp as she felt the blow and fell. She began to cry and looked up at Billy in complete shock. 

In a low devilish voice he said, “Do you have ANY idea what you’ve just done?”

“Please Billy! I didn’t mean to! I swear! It was an accident!” She cried out. 

“I got that when I was fighting in Afghanistan.” He said as he pulled her off the floor and to her feet by her hair. 

She grabbed his hands that held tightly onto the fistful of her hair and begged, “Please, I’m so sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” 

“Did you think just because we had a few good days that you wouldn’t have punishments anymore?!” 

“No! I didn’t think that at all! I swear!”

“Clean this up. NOW!” He screamed into her face. 

He released his grip on her hair and slapped her once more before beginning to walk away. 

He paused at the start of the hallway, “When you’re done cleaning up the glass, come to my office. Understand?” 

“Yes, Billy. I understand.” She said in a shaky voice. 

Cassidy quickly cleaned up the mess and rushed down the hallway. She came to a grinding halt when she stood just outside Billy’s office door. She was so terrified of what could be coming for her once she walked inside the room. 

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. She heard Billy tell her to come in. She gently opened the door and stepped inside to see Billy standing beside his desk sipping on his favorite whiskey.

“Come here.” he said as he sat his cup down on his desk.

Cassidy obeyed his order and slowly walked over to him. She gradually lifted her head and looked into his dark eyes. He met her gaze with a scowl.

“Go over to that wall and place your hands flat against it above your head as high as you can reach.” Billy snarled as he gestured with his head where he wanted her to go.

Cassidy sheepishly looked at the wall, “Yes, Billy.”

She went over and placed her palms onto the cold wall. She reached her arms as high as they would go without being on her tiptoes. Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she waited for Billy to give her instructions on what else she needed to do.

He creeped up behind her, placed his hands on her hips, and whispered into her ear, “If you so much as lift a finger off this wall before I tell you to, I’ll cut them off one by one. Got it?”

Cassidy felt a wave of nausea sweep over her and she felt like she was going to pass out from how afraid she was right now. Would he really do that? She had no idea, but she was not about to fuck around to find out.

“Y-Yes Billy.” she whimpered as she frantically nodded her head.

Billy kissed her cheek and went back over to his computer. Cassidy was so uncomfortable and her arms began to go completely numb. She could no longer feel her fingertips after a few minutes. Billy would take breaks and sit back in his office chair. He would sip on his drink and watch Cassidy struggle. 

After about thirty minutes, Billy stood up and began to walk over to where she stood. He grabbed Cassidy’s arms and gently lowered them. He turned her around to face him, but she was too afraid to look at him.

“Look at me Cass.” he demanded in a low voice.

She cautiously raised her head and met eyes with Billy. Tears flowed down her cheeks, but she didn’t dare break eye contact.

Billy grabbed her chin with force, “That’s just a taste of the kind of discipline that you’ll have. That was just mild compared to what could happen if you act up or disobey me. Do you understand me?” 

With her bottom lip quivering, Cassidy answered, “Y-yes Billy, I-I understand.”

“Good. In a few weeks, we’re going to be going into the city for a work party. I want to trust you, so you’re going to have to be a good girl for me and show me that I can trust you around people and going out in public. Think you can do that?” He asked while loosening his grip on her jaw.

“Yes! I can be a good girl Billy, I promise!” She said enthusiastically. 

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