My worst fears came to light as a hand appeared around my mouth and a hard body pressed against me. I tried to scream, but it was no use. I heard his heavy breathing as he dragged me away from the quiet street and into an even quieter alley. I gripped my eyes shut. No, no, no, no, I repeated over and over in my head. Please, God, no.
I desperately tried to reach into my bag for the pepper spray, but it was no use. As if sensing my movements, he grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back. I tried screaming again, but it was no use. I was completely trapped by an unknown person who smelled of beer and cigarettes.
It was then that it hit me. Creepy guy. Could it really be him holding me? Could it really be him dragging me into the alley, about to do God knows what? Gripping my eyes shut again, I really didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think about what may or may not come next. My fight or flight kicked in and I struggled with everything I had left in me.
“Don’t move, bitch.”
I felt something cold and sharp at the base of my neck. Without moving my head, I looked down and saw he had a knife to my throat. My eyes pooled with tears as I wondered if my life would suddenly end in this alley. I thought about ending it all myself so many times, but I was now faced with the possibility that I may not have a choice. That changed something within me. I desperately wanted to live and, in that millisecond, I felt euphoria. I felt so happy knowing that after all this time of wondering if my life was worth living, I honestly did want to live. I wanted to live so much, my chest hurt with the knowledge.
“Please,” I mumbled. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
I felt his hot breath at the base of my neck. “You do as you’re told and I won’t need to. Now, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth. If you scream, I will kill you. Got it?”
I nodded as a single tear fell down my cheek. His hand slowly moved away from my mouth and my breath came out in a rush. He moved his hand down to my chest and I felt a sob escape me.
“Shh... Not a sound, remember?”
I nodded again, but I was desperate. “Please.”
He licked up my neck and hummed. “Just how I thought you would taste.”
He pulled the knife from my neck and was about to spin me around when I felt him suddenly being yanked from me.
I screamed, almost falling backwards. Once I regained my footing, I spun around to see who my attacker was. I gasped, unable to hide my shock. Freddy! But what was even more shocking was finding out who my rescuer was. Standing in front of me, fists clenched and staring at Freddy, was none other than mystery man.
I was shocked as hell, but barely had to time to process it before Freddy, knife in hand, lunged. Mystery man spun around and, with one hand, grabbed Freddy’s arm and snapped it, the knife slipping to the ground. Mystery man lifted his fist up and punched him, elbowed him in the stomach, then spun around and punched him in the face. Freddy crumpled to the ground, out cold, and I was left standing there with my mouth wide open.
Mystery man looked up and came walking over. He grabbed my shoulders and made me look at him. “Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head, almost violently. Suddenly, every nerve in my body started shaking, the reality of the situation kicking in.
“Olivia, look at me.” I did and saw the concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”
Another shock ran through me. He knew my name? I mean, I knew the others did, but I never thought he paid attention. I always thought he didn’t care. However, his eyes were telling me something else.
I nodded. “I’m... I’m fine.” A moment of clarity passed through me. I pointed at Freddy. “How did you..? I mean, where did you learn to...?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re safe. Do you want to call the police? I can stay until they arrive, but I won’t be able to stick around to talk to them.”
I looked at him for a moment and was shocked to find fear in those eyes. What could he be so frightened of?
I wanted justice for what Freddy did to me but, at the same time, I didn’t want to go to the police because it sure as hell seemed mystery man was fearful at the thought. I couldn’t risk how far I had come already.
I shook my head. “No. I just want to go home.”
He shut his eyes and sighed, then looked back at Freddy still lying on the ground. “Are you sure? I don’t think he should get away—”
I placed my hand on his arm. “Please. I just want to go home.”
He didn’t look too happy, but he nodded anyway. “I’ll walk with you.”
I didn’t argue with him because I actually wanted him to be with me. I needed to know more about him.
As we walked past Freddy and out to the street, I looked over at him. “What’s your name? I’ve been calling you mystery man.”
He gave me an unimpressed look before replying, “Kit.”
I felt so elated at that moment. For three months, I was desperate to know more, and now I had a name.
Without another thought, I held my slightly trembling hand out to him. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Kit.”
He looked down at my hand. “You’re shaking.”
I pulled my hand back and felt the tears threatening. “I... It’s just with everything that’s happened, I...” I couldn’t seem to get my words out all of a sudden.
Kit remained silent, then sighed. We continued walking, but I felt like he was uncomfortable about something. He would sometimes move in a way that made me think he was about to comfort me, but then would snap himself away, that cold, hard look reappearing. I really wished I could read minds.
Deciding to break the silence, I turned my head towards him. “You rescued me and I’m truly grateful.” He shook his head, but didn’t say anything. “What?”
He never replied, which frustrated me. He suddenly walked a few paces, placed his hand on the gate to my house, and pushed it open.
“Thank you.” I walked past him, then turned. “Do you want to come inside? I can make you a hot drink or something to eat.”
He shook his head and I couldn’t help but show my disappointment. Instead of saying anything further, I walked up to my door, placed the key in the lock, and pushed it open.
Then I realised something. “Hold on a minute. How did you know where I...?” I turned around to see he was gone. “Lived.” I sighed, feeling the disappointment rise even more.
My shoulders sagged, but I walked in and closed the door behind me. I made good on my promise to myself for a warm bath and an even warmer drink, but I acted on autopilot the whole time. I just couldn’t get tonight out of my head. I still shook every time I closed my eyes and thought about Freddy’s hands on me.
Once I dried off and got ready, I was just about to climb into bed when I heard a knock on my door. Sighing, I pulled my covers back and walked down the stairs. I peeked out my window and frowned when I saw Uncle standing there with another man, which wasn’t unusual.
I ran to the door and opened it. The minute I did, I felt that pull. I knew it was crazy, but he always seemed to have that effect on me whenever I was near him.
Uncle smiled as he crossed the threshold. He didn’t bother waiting for my permission, but he didn’t really need to when this was his house. “Livy.”
The other men remained outside, so I took that as my cue to shut the door. Uncle roamed his eyes across my negligee, a look of approval crossing his face. It made all my senses come alive. I had never before felt attraction to this man, but in the last six months or so, every part of me wanted him to touch me whenever I was with him…but only when I was with him. He was an attractive man with short black hair and blue eyes. Eyes that were soft when he smiled, but you’d better run if he wasn’t.
He was tall, athletic, and had a body I couldn’t help but admire whenever he was with me. Despite being seventeen years older than me, he looked every bit a Hollywood actor women would go crazy over. Even though I never saw him with any, I never doubted he had a string of women. He was so pri
vate that, even after all these years, I still didn’t know his actual name.
When Uncle walked up to me, my body was on alert as he trailed a finger down my arm.
“Livy,” he whispered, making me shudder. He never failed to get that reaction from me and I always noticed how much he smiled every time I gave him that reaction. He loved it. “You look beautiful. I can’t wait to get you in my bed where you belong.” When he closed his mouth over mine, I was lost. How he had this hold over me, I had no idea. At that moment, all thoughts of anything else faded. It was just him and me, and my body celebrated the thought.
He pulled away, breathless, holding my head in his hands. “I can protect you from the shadowman, Livy. You don’t need to be doing this anymore. Why don’t you come home where you belong?”
I shuddered again at that word. The word he knew would bring me to my knees. I had it engrained in my head ever since I was ten.
Uncle smiled at my reaction and placed his finger on my lip. I felt something wet against it and I wanted to lick.
“Lick your lips, Livy.” I did as instructed, tasting the familiar sweet strawberry mixture I had come to love.
Like usual, I felt my whole body come alive as he brushed his mouth against mine again. “You don’t realise how much I want you, Livy. Tell me how much you want me.”
I closed my eyes, letting the heat of him take over. “I want you, Uncle. I want to please you.”
He cupped my face in his hands and licked his lips. “You know what to do.”
I slid down in front of him and undid his trouser belt and buttons. Yanking them down, I saw his cock spring free and licked my lips in anticipation. Uncle groaned as I grabbed his cock in my hand and licked the tip.
“Fuck, Livy. I’ve been dying for this.”
It had been two weeks since I had done this for him. It all started after he had pulled me out of my black hole and made me better again. I did it because I was grateful. I did it because he wanted it. I did it to make my lord and master happy.
And I loved it. I loved taking him down my throat and sucking him dry, and the reason? He made me love it. He made me yearn for it the minute he commanded me. Not once had he tried to have sex with me. He knew I wanted to wait until all this was over. I had no doubt things would progress the minute I came home, but for now, I was happy to do this for him.
I licked along his shaft before swirling my tongue at the tip. He hissed and the sound went straight to my legs. For some reason, I always felt so horny whenever I did this. At times, I wanted him to fuck me, but I never once took it that far.
“Livy, your mouth feels so fucking good. Take it, Livy. Take all of me.”
I didn’t hesitate. I took him as far into my mouth as possible, causing him to groan. He gripped his fingers in my hair and guided me. He liked the control. He liked to take over and make me go at his pace.
“Fuck!” he roared as I sucked his cock harder and faster.
I felt his grip tightening the more I moved my head. I moaned, relishing in the feeling, and felt Uncle stiffen. I knew he was close. I was finely tuned to him.
As I set an even faster pace, I felt the slight burn I always got between my legs, diving on him in a frenzy. I always lost control when I went down on him, but Uncle loved it. By this time, I knew he was going to let go at any second.
“Fuck, Livy! You feel so fucking good. I’m going to come.”
I dived my head down on him again, swirling my tongue as I went. I heard his breath coming away in gasps, getting closer to coming.
I felt his whole body tense and his cock became engorged inside my mouth. I felt the explosion of come and took it all like the good girl I was. I felt the heat of his semen slide down my throat as I licked it all up.
“Fucking hell, Livy. When are you going to let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours?” His breath started to slow as I pulled my head back. I knew he needed a minute, but I was left unsatisfied. My body cried out for a release.
As if sensing this, Uncle looked down at me with an approving smile as he stroked my hair. “You did well, Livy. Do you want me to make you feel good now?”
I nodded and let him pull me to my feet. He put his cock back in his trousers, zipped up, then turned his attention to me.
He pinned me to the wall of my hallway. Not once did he ever try to take me to bed. Countless times, he had said what would happen if he did. He was restraining himself for me, making me want him more.
My breath hitched when he finally granted me his touch. With one small movement across my breast, I moaned, begging.
“I can smell me on you, Livy. I fucking love that. You. Are. Mine,” he growled, making me close my eyes. I loved that he made me feel this way, but I also knew just how strange I would feel once he left. I always knew what we had done, but never cared. It was almost as if each time was a distant dream. It was such a weird feeling to have over and over again.
Pulling the strings of my negligee, Uncle leaned forward and placed my nipple in his mouth. I moaned, grabbing his hair and pulling him in.
“Livy, stop, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
I stopped, despite the fact my body cried out for more. He was being patient and waiting for me. The least I could do was give him this.
As his head moved down, he kissed my stomach until he was kneeling in front of me. He slowly pushed my negligee up. He reached the top of my thighs and squeezed. I moaned, leaning my head back.
“So. Fucking. Sexy,” he breathed. “Put your leg over my shoulder.” I did as I was told and felt his hand on my mound. He stroked me until he reached my entrance.
“Livy, you’re so wet. You don’t realise how much restraint it’s taking me not to take you right now.” He pushed two fingers inside, instantly relieving the burn. I was in heaven.
I moaned and Uncle looked up at me. “Do you like that?” I nodded, breathless. “Do you want me to taste you?”
“Yes…,” I whimpered.
I felt his tongue gently flick my clit and I almost came. I didn’t know what it was about him that made me so eager straight away, but whenever he touched me, I was lost.
“Sweetest taste,” he growled, diving in for more. He slid his fingers in and out as he went to work on my clit. His tongue swirled around, concentrating on every part…except my little nub itself. I gripped his head in my hands, desperate for him to give it some attention.
“So eager, aren’t you?” He placed his tongue back on my clit and made sure he gave me what I was seeking. My whole body went rigid and I felt the climb of an orgasm rapidly work its way up. By now, I was moaning aloud and he knew I was close. He was finely tuned to me, too.
“I’m going to...” I threw my head back and screamed as my orgasm wracked my body. The fire inside of me, which I felt whenever he was near, seemed to burst into flames and only calmed down as my orgasm faded. I never understood that feeling. I had never had it in my life before.
“Fuck,” he growled, squeezing my hips. “I’m going to have to go before I throw you over my shoulder and take you home with me. You don’t know how hard this is for me, Livy. Please don’t make me wait too long.”
He pulled himself up to his feet and licked his fingers. “Fucking delicious.”
I took his face in my hands and smiled at him. “I will come home soon. I promise. I just need to do this.”
Uncle sighed, then kissed me lightly on the lips. “I will be waiting.” He turned from me, opened the door, and shut it behind him.
Just like that, I was left on my own and, just like that, I wondered what the fuck had just happened. It always felt like it had been a vision of some kind whenever he suddenly wasn’t there. It was almost as if my mind was playing tricks on me. Did he really just come in and do what he did? Did I really go down on him in my hallway? The fact that I was standing here, breathless, my lips still tingling from having him inside my mouth, my body still calming from my orgasm told me so. The whole thing just didn’t seem real, though.
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As I tied the strings of my negligee together again, I took the steps in a daze. I was confused with what was reality and what wasn’t. I knew he was here but, for some reason, my mind didn’t want to accept it when he was gone. I didn’t want him now, but ten minutes ago, I would have crawled on my hands and knees and begged him to take me. The whole thing frightened me.
I climbed into bed and pulled the sheets over me, still in a daze. As my head unclouded, my mind immediately went back to Kit. I thought about everything that happened after I left work.
As I closed my eyes, feeling sleep come over me, questions swam around in my head.
Where did he learn to fight like that?
Who was he before he became homeless?
For how long had he been homeless?
But the two questions that stood out from the rest were was it really just mere coincidence that Kit was down the exact same street at the exact same time as I was? And the most baffling and important question of them all? How did he know where I lived?
Chapter 3
“You’re drunk again, Livy.”
I looked up to see Uncle standing in my living room. He would sometimes just turn up unannounced and watch me like he was waiting for something. What the fuck it was, I didn’t know and, right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted another drink.
I laughed, like I normally did. I loved laughing when I was drunk because once I started, I couldn’t stop. It was much better than crying.
“I’m not drunk,” I hiccupped. “I’ve barely even started.”
He looked down at the coffee table where my trusted best friend Jack was sitting. “Livy, you’ve drunk half the contents already.”
I was frightened he was going to take it away from me like last time. “Why don’t you come and join me, Uncle. I’ll make it worth your while.” I licked my lips as my eyes roamed over his body. He looked fit in his navy polo shirt and jeans. He almost looked good enough to eat.