The Fallen Angel

My breath catches. Although it is a stranger’s voice that rakes down my backside, I know that name. It’s my name, well sort of. It’s a name I was given by my online stalker. A name given to me when I sought out my deep depraved desires. But he’s always been an online presence, never in real life. He’s sent fake texts along the lines of “I saw you walking today” and “better lock your door.” Texts that always had my hands rushing to my panties. But now his texts he sent earlier are coming alive with alarming attention. 

2:13pm: “You look cute today.” “Awe thanks stalker, want to see what’s underneath?” 

I never imagined he was actually watching. Yet now here he is, standing right behind me, looming over me like a dark god. I’m shivering and it has nothing to do with the chill wind of the late hour. “Nothing to say?” he says darkly as I still have my back to him. “It’s you..” I manage. My body is rigid, tense with the threat that has always been fun and playful that is now real. “Yes..”  he leans forward and I feel the graze of his lips on my bare shoulder, “my psychotic slut, it’s me.” Instantly my body relaxes against him at the use of his name for me. “I’ve come for you.” “To do what?” I’m debating between turning around and begging for my life and leaning back further into his touch. “You know what, slut” he says lowering his voice to a frightening level. I feel his hands brush up my arms, smoothing my goosebumps and leaving more from the fire of his touch. It’s him, I know this man. I know he gets off on the thrill of pain. Maybe if I pretend for a few seconds to be unafraid I can get away and back into the safety of a strictly online relationship. “I know you’re thinking of running,” he says, keeping his touch light. Light enough to trick me into thinking I’m still safe. “How do you know that?” I ask, dropping my voice to a seductive tone. “Your body is tense. You didn’t expect me so the shock is intense, I’m sure…” he says while slowly increasing his grip on me, “But you’re not completely sure you want this, are you?” Am I? Do I want this in real life? All the sick and fucked up things we’ve fantasized about together rush my mind making my fear take root deeper within me. “Answer me little psycho.” “No, I’m not sure.” His hand on my throat slightly squeezes, pulling me closer and closer to him. I’m afraid, but I’m arching my back into him. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to be sure. You just need to be quiet.” He yanks me back, pulling my entire body even as I kick and fight against him. His hand moves to my mouth trapping my screams before they even leave my body. The dim light of the street corner fades as he pulls me back behind a dark building and into the shadows with him… 

“Now…” he begins barely out of breath while I am sucking down air as fast as I can, “I know you better than you probably know yourself. You may not know at this moment if this is what you want, but I do.” He reaches down to his side and pulls out a thin object that shines in the moonlight. My eyes widen as does my pussy when he brings the knife closer to my throat. Afraid to move or even breathe I go completely still, locking my wide eyes with his. From under his hood I can barely make out his features but his wicked eyes are so familiar, like they’ve seen me and I’ve seen them. I know this man, no matter how unfamiliar the rest of him may seem.“I brought your favorite toy” he teases, pushing the knife the slightest bit against my neck. “Don’t be shy, tell me how much you like it, little psycho.” My breath shakes and my throat bobs under his knife. “Tell me” he growls, pushing his knife deeper until it burns. “I like it” I barely whisper. Satisfaction fills his eyes as they snake down to where I know a bubble of red is forming on my neck. He quickly leans down, licking up my neck like my blood is his last breath of fresh air. The act makes my pussy ache with need, so much so I can’t stop myself from grinding up against him, desperate for him. “Ah, there’s my sick girl” he says, noticing my body’s reaction. “Where have you been?” “Waiting for you to take me..” “Good girl.” He growls as he presses his lips against mine, consuming me from inside out. The kiss is intense and passionate. At this point I’d rather breathe him in than any air that could separate us. His tongue pushes past my lips filling my mouth and I only open up more for him. I need him. He yanks himself away from me, licking his lips as he does. “Make it wet for me. I need to play with that pretty pussy of yours.” I find the long handle he holds near my mouth and don’t hesitate before sucking it into my mouth and coating it with my spit. I moan at the hard feeling in my mouth knowing where it’s about to be. His eyes are full of intense hunger watching my every move as I swish my tongue over and around the hilt of his knife. I’m practically giving this knife the best blowjob I could have ever given someone, all while keeping my eyes on his. I need him to see how badly I want this, how desperately I need him. I’ve never told anyone but him my dark desires, which has always made me feel safe with him. Like I had a place where I belonged. Now that it’s here, I won’t let him get away. 
A confidence that is not my own finds me. My eyes deviously look up at him as my body playfully presses upon him. A bratty smile shifts my face and I bite my lip exposing what a brat I’ll be for him. He goes stiff watching my body posture change before him. “Fuck me” I demand on a wisp of playfulness. “You sick little girl,” he says grinning sadistically. “Turn around.” I flip around bracing my hands on the rough brick wall in front of me and bending my ass out for him. I wiggle my ass the slightest, finally letting the excitement that my online stalker is about to fuck me overtake my fear with happiness. He grabs me by the throat so rough I whimper against him. “I know how much you get off from fear. Let’s see how wet your pussy gets when you’re really in danger.” He traces the knife down my back, pressing soft and light leaving scratches in some places and blood in others. The sharp tip of his knife bends around the curve of my ass, poking ever so slightly into my skin. I whimper again, aching from the pain but loving every second of it. One quick movement and the blade flips in his gloved hand leaving the hilt poking into me through my jeans. I grind against it with need, pushing myself as hard as I can to seek friction through the fabric. “Stay still” he says softly, planting a kiss on my back. I do, but I can’t help but turn my head to gaze back at him. His cold eyes are locked on me. He places the knife between his teeth holding it tight as he rips my pants away from me, nearly pulling me back with the force. “I said stay still” he gripes, pushing my face into the wall so hard I know I’ll be bruised. I suck in a quick breath just before he presses the hilt of his blade so hard against my already soaking folds, which earns a primal groan that vibrates through his chest and into my back. “So wet for me already and I’ve barely touched you, you really are a psychotic slut.” “Please” I beg while my hips push harder against him. “Please what?” He wants me to say it out loud. He wants me to completely submit and be open to him, and I will. “Please fuck me with your knife.” It’s in me the second words stop coming from my mouth. Deep inside of me. He pushes my head further into the wall making my body go lower, spreading my legs wider for him. He’s exposing all of me to him and I love it. I crave it. I crave it as much as I crave the orgasm working its way through my center blooming deep inside of me. I begin to shake from the aggressiveness in which he rams the foreign object in and out of me, deep and hard. The hilt is hitting me with such force it takes all that I have not to run from the impact. I pant beneath his hand covering my mouth earning a dark chuckle from him. “You gonna cum for me little psycho?” I whimper. “Yeah, I know you are. I know exactly how your body moves when you get close. Are you close, right now?” I practically scream in his hand. I’m tensing my whole body while also relaxing into the pleasure. I won’t cum, not until he says I can. “You pathetic slut. Only sick, fucked up little girls like you get off from having a knife shoved in their cunt.” He keeps going, harder. “Cum on my knife little psycho” he says as he shoves the hilt as far into me as it can go. I come apart seeing stars all around me, my body humps and grinds, riding out every last wave of ecstasy he’s giving me. “Good girl. Good fucking girl” he coos against me. I’m so out of breath it stings to fill my lungs. Yet he still doesn’t take it easy on me. He pulls me so I’m standing on wobbling feet. “Don’t breathe so deeply, I’m not done with you yet” he growls against my ear.