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For starters, you contacted a local fence company after Ray told you all about what led to Friday's... incident. You went over the samples they had and decided on a brick fence they provided you an estimate for: the more secure, the better.

Second, you purchased and — after reading through the instructions — installed an automatic smart lock for your front door that looked almost identical to the original hardware. Since you knew you would always pull the door up, habits you adopted from a young age living in a questionable neighborhood, you just needed to make sure the door always locked itself in the rare event you didn't. Add in the smart unlock feature with your thumbprint, and you were sure you'd be safe from future... undesirable walk-ins.

Third, you had a hard time finding comfort in your room even after washing the sheets and had found yourself sleeping in the living room at night. You just couldn't look at your bed the same, the scent of him lingering in your pillow and mattress, his essence painted in every surface he fucked you over.

Worst was, the soul searching you did. Because you had to face a few truths. One, a stranger had broken int — trespassed, sorry. He fucked that notion out of your pretty little mind — trespassed into your home and fucked you. Two, he fucked you better than anyone ever had and you enjoyed it. Three, some part of you actually craved it, which was why you couldn't stand to be in your room anymore — vivid memories making you replace more panties than you had in your top drawer with minimal effort. Fourth, you knew nothing about him outside of his first name, body, and what made him throb inside you.

Fifth, he knew where you lived.

That last realization is what made you not call the cops. It's not like he had threatened you, quite the opposite actually. After he lazily fucked up into you a few more times, Ray kissed your sweat slicked flesh and inhaled your scent, muttered something about needing a truck for work, reluctantly pulled out, cleaned himself with the shirt he discarded, and left the same way he came sometime around nine in the evening. The man didn't even seem to consider that you'd call. Hell, he'd fallen asleep in you after giving you three hours of uninterrupted attention, only to stir when you tried to move him off you, cock twitching and face nuzzling your chest before his arms slid under you to hold you close as he stared into your eyes and fucked you slowly for another two hours. "Concern" seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

No, you just decided not to because you were a little afraid of the consequences and at a loss of what you'd even say in the first place. "Hi, my home was entered by an unwanted and uninvited guest who proceeded to fuck me good for hours, but he left with no issue when he was done"? Even you had a hard time taking that narrative seriously and you had a first hand experience. There weren't even cameras, for fuck sake!

The most you'd be able to describe to a sketch artist was the burn his intense eyes made you feel in your tummy and the way he split you on his cock and the way his calloused hands added the most delicious friction against your feverish skin...

Fuck, I have got to stop thinking about him. You made your way to the sofa and fanned yourself, hope waning that the coolness you could feel against your labia wasn't what you thought it was. A hesitant hand to your gusset revealed your ugly truth and you groaned aloud, before flailing and getting up to rinse and toss your underwear in the hamper. I'm gonna need to buy more soon, you thought as the doorbell rung.

Frustrated to no end about your current predicament, you forgot to check through the peep hole and squeaked when you saw who was on the other side of the door you swung wide open.

"Well hello to you too, sweetheart. Miss me?" You wanted to wipe that smug look off his face just as bad as you wanted to bury it in between your legs.

"R-Ray..."

"Mmm. You remember my name, that makes me happy. Even better, I couldn't open the door this time around... new locks?" You nodded dumbly, trying to piece together a coherent thought, now that the cause of all the laundry you'd have to do was standing before you.

"Yeah. I umm. I got an automatic lock that unlocks with my fingerprint and Bluetooth."

"Hmmm. You remember you need to wipe it so your prints aren't on it?" You firmly nodded once. "Increase the length of the screw holding the strike plate?"

"Yes. I found some two inch screws and three inch nails for both it and the door jamb," you blurted out. "Had a friend lend me a nail gun..." Why. Why am I responding to him?

But the look of pride on his face answered that question for you.

"Thaaaat's my good girl. Lemme give you your reward, yeah?" Ray's hands found your hips and you were pushed into your house as he passed the threshold and pressed his lips to yours. Closing the door behind him, he swung you around and lifted you uo against it, high enough you so you could feel his bulge press against your core.

At the sound of the lock engaging without either of you interfering, he broke this kiss long enough to lick your lips and say, "Mm. Not fast enough," he kissed your neck. "Can you reduce the timeout?"

"Ye-yessssssssss. Yes, I can," you stammered, blood rushing entirely too fast from your head. He licked you from your chin to your earlobe and you you could feel your nipples pebble in response.

"Good. Then do it." He nipped at your cheek, harsh breath caressing your ear and cooling it with the moisture from his mouth still lingering. "Thirty seconds is too fucking long. Try ten, instead, okay?" he asked, grinding his hips into yours.

"Yeahhh. O-okay," your slurred, already cock drunk and sinking deeper fast. He pressed deeper into you, holding you against the door with his hips, and freed one hand only to grip your jaw harshly.

"Hey. Focus," he hissed. He didn't speak again until your eyes held his. "Shorten the timeout to ten seconds, if you can. If that's not allowed, try fifteen. Got it?" His eyes scanned yours to make sure you understood, hand squeezing your jaw tighter when you didn't respond fast enough. You nodded again.

"Ten seconds. Got it." Ray observed your face once more and, seemingly satisfied with your response, proceeded to grind into you some more while nipping at your throat as he squeezed it.

"Good. What else have you done?" You whined and it earned you a slap to your tit. "Speak." Why does he always try to make me use my head when I'm like this?

"I... I umm. 'm getting a brick fence installed next month."

"Smart girl. Wouldn't want anyone getting access to ya. Coming too close to hear your sweet, sweet noises and taking advantage of this body."

Whatever image Ray had in his mind as he spoke, had him gripping your waist tighter and pulling you down further as he dry humped you. He stole your breath quite literally, pinching your nose and sucking in the air from your lungs as he kissed you again, only giving it back when the grip on his shirt weakened and you started seeing spots dance across the back of your eye lids.

You could feel yourself dropping as he did it again and again, each time making you feel your chest burn more, pathetic mewls against his lips accompanying the increasing slack to your legs. Your unintentional invitation was met with a hand sliding to your thigh to pull you even closer as his strokes became shorter. Moving his hand frm your nose, he palmed your breast, humming delight into your mouth as he realized your weren't wearing a bra. The kiss turned sloppy then, his lips slotting with yours, the kiss adding to the fuzzy warmth flooding your body. The button on his jeans caught your clit just right and you cried out as you came, thighs squeezing his hips like they never even lost strength as you chased more friction.

"There you go. Use me, baby. That's it." Ray slowed his hips and nuzzled into your temple as you came down from your high. "What else, sweetheart?"

"I'm uhhh thinking... about getting automatic shades I can — mmmm! — control with a remote." The last words blurred together as he lightly scraped your thigh, orgasm making your body far more sensitive than usual. He walked with you, still wrapped around him, to your room, stopping just inside the door.

"Not a bad idea... That it?"

"Mmm. Tha's it."

Your feet found purchase again as you were lowered down. Ray braced his left hand against the wall, cupped your face and tilted it towards him as he lowered his lips to yours.

"You did good. I'm proud of you." The kiss he gave you was heady and made you swoon a bit, his right arm against your lower back the only thing keeping you upright.

He chuckled, seeing you still somewhat dazed, completely unaware that you were leaning into him like you wanted another kiss. He pressed his left hand to your cheek, smiling when you unconsciously pressed your face into his palm and sighed.

"I admit," he began, thumbing your cheek, "I didn't come here with the purest intentions." You looked up at him quizzically, eyes still a bit unfocused. "It's true, I wanted to make sure you didn't leave yourself vulnerable again for someone to come take advantage of you."

"Someone like you?" He blinked. Then grinned, and pinched your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, shaking you gently.

"Cheeky little thing, are we? Brain finally come back online to throw barbs my way, princess?" His laugh warmed you, but you were serious. The only person who took advantage of me was you. You even came into my house a second time and I... let. you. You pouted, holding your tongue in case there was a violence hidden behind the crazy.

Because there was no way this man was completely sane. None.

"No, I came here because I needed a fix. Work's been a fucking nightmare, " Ray leaned into you, swollen cock pressing against your stomach, hot breath fanning across your hairline as he breathed you in and hand now cupping the back of your head, "keeping me from you, but I knew you'd be here. Ready for me."

You could feel him twitch even through the layers and as much as the anticipation thrilled you, you had enough time to practice while he way away.

"No, Ray," you said firmly.

"No?" He leaned back so he could see your face properly, hips still pressed into you.

"We cannot do this again. Honestly it shouldn't have even happened the first time, so there most certainly will not be a second. You're lucky I didn't call the cops!" He nodded sagely and casually adjusted the straps of your camisole.

"You should've. Called the cops, I mean," he stated matter-of-factly. You gaped at him. What? "Someone walked into your home and fucked the dog shit out of you for hours — you don't think that warrants giving yourself an extra layer of protection?" Ray's fingers traced along the straps to the collar line as he spoke, voice sounding a bit distant like he was somehow removed from all this. Your face expressed the utter confusion you felt from hearing the words coming from his mouth, mind too distracted with processing them to notice his hand slowly sinking under the fabric.

"Even if it was just a report on record," he locked eyes with yours, an unidentifiable emotion smoldering in them, "you don't think I deserve punishment for taking your warm little cunt without your express permission?" He ripped your cami down, exposing your tits to the cool air before squeezing them harshly. You yelped in surprise, the pleasure winning out over the bite of pain. "And here I thought you were doing well, princess. Shame." He bent down and popped your left breast in his mouth, nose pressed into the flesh as he flattened his tongue against the underside before guiding your nipple between his teeth and biting hard.

"Ugh! Ray, no — what are you doing?!" You voice sounded unsteady even to your own ears.

"Sucking your tits. The fuck you think?" He switched to the right breast, pinching and pulling your left. "It's a punishment since you don't seem to think you need to protect yourself against the bad man from taking what he wants."

"Nooo! I—" your breathing was ragged, thighs clenching from the rough treatment. You struggled to find your voice, tongue lolling and thick with desire. "I. I was going to but I didn't know what you'd do in retaliation and... And I was scared!"

"Scared? Of old Raymond?" Ray pressed your boobs together and suckled both before speaking again. "What'd I do to you that was so bad you thought I'd harm you, sweetheart?" He cannot be serious. The man had a nerve to look you in the eye with the most annoying grin on his face. You found your voice then.

"This!" You shoved him away for all the good it did. A flash of anger flared in his eyes before he blinked and it cooled to passing interest. Like he'd humor you by listening to what you had to say. You huffed and pulled up your cami. He squinted at the motion. "What about my boundaries, Ray?"

"Boundaries?" he asked, amused.

"Yes," you hissed, "boundaries." Your arms wrapped around your waist in comfort and maybe a passing need to groumd yourself against the arousal burning beneath your skin. Not that you'd tell him that. "I told you to leave the first time and you didn't until you were done with me."

"I told you to convince me you actually wanted me gone. You failed," he said flatly.

"I am actively telling you there cannot be a second time and instead of listening to me and leaving, you attack me like some sex driven savage," you bite out, completely ignoring his response. Damn him. How dare he try to act like he had any leg to stand on here. Is this really the same man who said to call the cops a little while ago? And now he's justifying it?

You saw red.

Walking up to him, you poked a finger into his chest, face twisted in a snarl as you threw words in his face, hoping he'd get the fucking memo and just leave.

"I didn't want it then and I don't want it now. Get the hell out of my house no—"

"Fucking."

"What?"

"The 'it' you keep mentioning, was us. Fucking. Like the adults we are." He stepped towards you until your back pressed against the wall. Hands braced on either side of your face, nose nearly touching yours, right leg settled between your thighs, he continued. "Go on. Say it. 'We were fucking," he prompted, pressing his forehead into yours and squinting at you. A dare. A threat. Eyes roaming your face for... something you didn't know. He grabbed your jaw tight, fingers feeling like they'd crush the bine beneath them if they felt like it. "And it felt good'. Say it."

You couldn't speak. The bewilderment on your face said it all, though. Oh. He's verifiably insane. He can hurt me if he wants to... Does he want to? You gulped.

Ray sighed, when you didn't respond, head dropping in resignation before his hand dropped from your jaw to your collar bone, slowing over your erratic heat beat — a sensation that made him lick his lips — and trailed lower to pull a tit out your shirt again.

"I didn't get to spend time appreciating these last time," he muttered to himself. He kneaded it gently before putting the heated flesh into his mouth. You bit back a whine. "Good girl for not wearing a bra. I'd hate to have to go through extra layers just to get access to what I want. You know - since I'm just a 'sex crazed savage' and all. Don't know what I'd do if I had to fight your clothes just to get a taste of you." Ray spoke while looking at the way his saliva cooled on your flesh, goose flesh appearing in its wake. He licked the raised skin before sucking it into his mouth again.

"Rayyy. Ray, no," you whined. By now you were sure your house shorts were soaked the way your panties were before you discarded them. The seam was pressing into you and the stimulation from his mouth and it were making things harder than it needed to be. "Ray stop. Please? Please stop. Not again. Pleeeease!"

You lodged your complaint, for whatever it was worth. He let you talk. His mouth was otherwise occupied, but his eyes rolled in annoyance when, in the middle of you giving yet another logical argument as to why he shouldn't be doing this, you squeaked as he dragged his teeth along your engorged areola and sucked harder. Ray must've decided then that he had heard enough of your bullshit, because he lifted you off your feet again and pulled you down to the floor with him.

"Ray! What are yo—"

"I don't believe you." Ray tugged at the top of your shorts, pleased to see you weren't wearing anything underneath.

"What?"

"You said all this to try and convince me to stop, that you didn't want me, that you don't want to be fucked again, but I don't fucking believe you." Once again, his eyes weren't on yours. He was zeroed in on the wet patch he noticed on your shorts, thumb swiping along the seam before pressing into you and moving to his mouth to be cleaned. "How can I, when you were shaking like a leaf the whole time. Hell, you squeezed your thighs together when you alluded to us fucking," he looked at you then, eyes hard, but mouth indicating he saw your reaction, "and you haven't even tried to get away from me. Just letting me touch you however I like. And you want me to believe your little story?" He tsked.

"My body can react even if I don't want it to, you know," you mumbled defiantly.

"See, that's just it, sweetheart. You want it to," In a swift motion you felt tension in your house shorts because it gave way to a breeze against your bare pussy.

Looking down, you saw a knife glinting in his hand and the seam of your shorts cleanly cut, exposing you to him. You felt a chill along your spine. Where the fuck was he hiding that? When did he pull it out?

You tried to scramble away and cover yourself, but he already had one large hand gripping your hip, paw kneading at the fat there possessively. Placing the knife between his teeth, he raised his hips and used his free hand to pull off his belt.

"You seemed to like the sight of this last time, so lets kill two birds with one stone, yeah?"

He made a loop with his mouth and wrapped the makeshift cuff around one hand, pulled the other back and secured both behind you by tightening the belt above your elbows. He then took your camisole off and twisted it into an ouroboros to wrap around your wrists, tugging to test how well you'd follow the lead.

Satisfied, he caressed you, shoulder to breasts, to waist, then back down to your hips to hold them down and he lifted his into you. He made quick work of his shirt, placing it under him and then he unzipped his pants, tugging the down to his knees without much issue despite you sitting on top of him. Kicking them off, he began to stoke himself while staring at your core.

"It's leaking, you know." You squeezed your eyes shut. This was a reality you didn't want to face. A truth you couldn't convince yourself to accept. Not fully. Your body wanted him. Feeling a tap at your clit, you opened your eyes to the sight of him tapping his dick against you. "Ah ah ah. None of that. I told you last time: no running away."

"Ray pleeeease," you pleaded weakly.

Tears started to burn your lash line because you truly felt conflicted.

He was right. You hadn't fought him off. Didn't even really try. And worst was, you found yourself wantimg to yell at him for teasing you and beg him to just fuck you already. You couldn't trust yourself, so you needed him to make a decision for you. And the fact that you had subconsciously handed him that power made you feel helpless, dizzy, and weak.

"Shhhh, princess," he cooed gently. Knife resting by his hips, he wiped your tears like it was the most normal thing in the world. Because in some sick, twisted reality it was.

This man, you realized, in his own fucked up way, actually gave a damn about your well-being. So much, that he'd give you what you weren't bold enough to ask for.

Even when you begged him not to.

"Why are you crying, hm? Is it that bad? The conflict between desire and reason eating you up so badly you need the big bad wolf to blow your walls down? Hmm?" His left hand went back to your hip, guiding you along the underside of his dick and holding you down to grind into you as he felt your pussy contract in response to the stimuli. You let out a strangled sob. "Aww. I know. I know. Here — how about this?"

Ray grabbed the knife with his right hand, gently scraping the cold metal of the blade against your mons before flicking his wrist and cutting your shorts clean down the middle and pulling them off.

"How about we pretend," he began, dancing the knife up your center to your throat where he lay it flat, blade pointed facing up, "that the big bad wolf forced you against your will. Told you you had to listen or else and you complied fearing for your life," the blade caressed your cheek and for reasons you couldn't begin to understand, you pressed your face into it, tears welling up again as you looked at him. "Make ol' Raymond your villain, princess. Would that make you feel better?"

You hesitated. On one hand this man was offering yiu the world on a platter by granting you absolution and shouldering all the blame for your dirty, dirty thoughts. On the other, you couldn't begin to fathom what was on the other end of this devil's deal. Because truly, this was too good to be true, no?

"Still need me to make the final call, huh? It's okay. I've got you. Just let me take take of you like last time, princess. That's all you have to do." Ray lifted your hips and notched the head of his cock with your entrance. Logic dictated that you struggle and you did, brain settling into the panic your body simply did not feel. For a fraction of a second, you saw him scan your face for any sign that you really wanted him to let you go. But when he looked into your eyes, saw the panic of him stopping and what that'd mean, he smiled softly. A subtle thing, before he masked it.

Truly, he was your perfect villain... Probably because he was one.

Lowering you onto him slowly, he used his feet to kick yours back, the impossible stretch of your thighs around his making it hard to move around as much. You would have fell forward because of the way the position unbalanced you, if it weren't for his steadying hand on your waist.

"Like I said, sweetheart: I don't fucking believe you. You're gonna have to tell me again. Say you don't want this. Make me believe it, or I will bottom out and take this pussy the way you need it — they way I want it — because right now your cunt is drooling for my cock like she hasn't had a good meal since I filled her last." At your whimper, he raised an eyebrow, clearly clocking the fact that no, you hadn't been able to have a decent orgasm since he left.

"Awww," he laughed. "Pretty pussy missed me, hmm?" He lazily circled your clit with his left thumb, right fist pressing on your shoulder to continue lowering you on him even as the knife it held pressed into your neck. "I missed her too. Missed the way she absolutely choked my dick when you came. It's a hard sensation to replicate. You have any idea how many times I fucked my hand trying to chase that high?"

The knife pressed into you neck, drawing a bit of blood. He pulled the blade to his face and licked it clean, closing his eyes and moaning at your taste. Scraping the weapon against your jawline, he continued.

"I'm gonna give her the TLC I denied her by being away, but the girls get special attention today." He set the knife down next to him and grabbed your breasts with both hands, palming them and occasionally using them to guide your hips lower. "I didn't spend time playing with them because you 'only needed to cum' last week. Selfish, selfish girl. Denying us both of the delicious treat." He groped the left one and placed it in his mouth, kissing and laving, before clamping down hard with his teeth.

"Go ahead. Tell me what you were gonna say. Convince me that you don't need this as badly as I do, or maybe even worse, and I'll stop. You can manage it, right? Do that and I'll leave and never come back."

Your pussy squeezed him hard hearing that and, for a moment you could see behind the veil, his eyes dancing in amusement like he saw every skeleton in your shitty little closet.

"What? Don't want me to go?" he teased. "What happened to all that bravado, hmm? Where's the woman who confidently poked me in the chest to tell me 'no'? Don't tell me you actually want this random bastard filling your sweet little cunt again - I thought you said we were done."

He pulled you the rest of the way down, 'slow and steady' going right out the window. You groaned, pain and pleasure at the stretch doing something dangerous to your mind and, as you rhythmically adjusted to his intrusion, Ray pulled you close until his mouth was right by your ear.

"You filthy, fucking liar. This is the second time, isn't it? That you just open your pretty mouth to say shit and lie to my face? Can't be truthful for one goddamn second, can you?" He pinched your clit and fucked up into you once, twice. "I'll make an honest woman out of you, don't worry," he snarled.

He fucked you hard, hand pulling the shirt wrapped you wrists tugging you back so you couldn't lessen the impact, balls slapping against your ass, perky tits his for the taking. You were fucked to orgasm and then right through it, his pace unrelenting, even as you gripped him to the point he couldn't move. Four, five orgasms and a squirt later, he pulled you forward by your throat until your sweaty forehead touched his so you could watch him slowly pump into your abused pussy.

Eventually he leaned you back, knees bracing your back, both hands focusing once more on your soft, supple flesh and asked a question.

"Who gave you the nail gun?"

In your orgasmic delirium, you couldn't make heads or tails of his question, the sudden whiplash of lust to logic throwing you off kilter again.

He didn't care for the delay.

"Who. gave. you. the nail gun?" he asked again, each word punctuated with his dick to your cervix.

"I umm... It was Vic. It was Vic. Vic gave me the nail gun," you slurred. You had a hard time keeping your head up and could feel yourself swimming again.

"Stay with me, princess. Vic's a nice friend to lend you something so powerful and trust you to use it properly, yeah?"

"Mmm. Yes. H-he showed me... how to use it. Offered..." you trailed off, brain shutting down again. Ray roused you with a slap.

"He offered...?" he supplied, clearly wanting you to complete your sentence

"He offered... to do it f'r me, but I — ah! — I wanted to do it m'self," you finished.

"Hmmm?" Ray mused. "So he just left you to it?"

"N-no. He — hic — he... stayed 'n'... 'n' watched."

"He watched, huh." If you had half a mind, you might have noticed Ray's tone darken, but you were far too gone to pay the man any mind beyond the words spilling from his lips and the feel of his body touching yours. "That's a good friend you got there, supervising you in case you need help."

"Yeahhh," you said dreamily, unaware your cunt told Ray something you probably wanted to take to the grave, "he's a good friend," you said smiling.

"Good. I'm proud of you for finding good people in your life, my little rabbit."

You beamed a little, pussy squeezing him again, and Ray felt a slight pang of jealousy. But he tamped it down, choosing instead to claim the reality in front of him, rather than focus on one that didn't exist. So, he pulled your nipples again, until his mouth hovered over one.

"Let me reward you for that, sweetheart. You watching?" You nodded drunkenly, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip before you worried it between your teeth. His eyes darkened tracing the movement, and then he looked up into your eyes and suckled on you, smirking as you sighed blissfully before dropping your head onto his. He let you close your eyes so you could just feel.

And a good thing too, because the shadow that danced across his face might have scared you off. He couldn't have that.

Another Good Samaritan, huh? You're just full of surprises aren't you? Seducing men with your sweetness left and right...

You came again with him unmoving inside you, breasts bathed in his spit, eyes rolling in the back of your head, completely unaware that your big bad wolf had some interesting plans for tearing down your walls. His cock twitched inside you and he huffed a laugh as you whined in response, arms hugging you to him and he slowly pumped you full of his cum.

Such a greedy little thing. All in due time, my little rabbit. I'll make sure you get everything you want.