part0067

I slid my leg along the silkiest soft sheet my naked body had ever come in contact with, marvelling at the almost sinful sensation. Then my brain caught up with my senses and my eyes flew open as memory came rushing back. I lifted a hand from the heavenly bed and touched the side of my head, wincing at the tenderness I felt there. Strange. Despite the obvious bruise forming, I had no headache. I gave my head a slight shake just to be sure and lifted an eyebrow when, instead of pain, I experienced a slight swamping sensation. As though the room had moved.

“You were given a sedative so we could remove you from your rat-infested apartment with ease.” A low voice drifted from the corner of the room. Which corner, I couldn’t tell. His words seemed to echo all around me. “Once you were delivered to my home I insisted you be given a painkiller as well. I suspected you might wake up with a headache.”

Angry heat raged through me. I clenched my fists in the bedding and tried to cling to the ragged shreds of my temper. I could be emotional sometimes and my foster parents used to accuse me of having a terrible temper. I’d learned how to control it over the years, but extreme situations could set me off. Which seemed to be how I found myself trapped and drugged in a psychotic Invisible man’s apartment.

“That’s kidnapping, asshole,” I hissed in the direction I thought I was hearing his voice come from. “And for all you know, I could be allergic to whatever you gave me! I could’ve died.”

He chuckled, completely unconcerned with my outrage. “I know your entire history and everything about you, Nola Antonetti. If you had any allergies I would know.”

I gathered the sheet in my hands and slid carefully off the edge of the bed, trying to stay on the side I thought he was furthest from. I was wrong. As I stood, tucking the beautiful white material around the top of my breasts, he spoke from behind me, his deep raspy voice an echo in my ear. “I’ve waited months to see you in my bed.”

I whirled around, jumping back. Unfortunately, this sent me tumbling back onto the bed. I tried to roll off the end but something… someone grabbed hold of my ankle and dragged me back to the middle. I screamed, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. I kicked out at the faceless man holding onto my leg but missed. I fought, but it was impossible to fight something that was bigger and stronger, something I couldn’t see.

His laughter bounced off the walls around us as we fought. He enjoyed holding me down, and despite my inability to see him, I could feel how much my struggles turned him on by the hot length of cock pressing into my stomach as he sat on me. There was nothing I could do but lay beneath him, tense, feeling him.

“Hadn’t meant to fuck you so soon after you woke up,” he growled.

His warm breath touched my face. I strained away from him, but his lips followed mine. I was tempted to bite now that I knew where he was, except the blow to my temple told me he wasn’t disinclined toward hitting women.

“Mine,” he snarled against my mouth.

I whimpered, fear of this unknown, ghostly man rippling through me. But for some reason my body reacted viscerally, primitively to the deep growl. My nipples peaked, the one that he’d bitten gave a painful twinge, a reminder of his retaliatory mark. My skin felt sensitive and I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs. He wrenched the sheet away from my body, leaving me naked and spread wide in his bed.

I watched in fascinated horror as the sheet began twisting and turning in the air over my face. I gripped the bed beneath me and tried to claw my way out from underneath him, terrified now that he was going to use this twisted bedsheet to strangle me, but he was too heavy to dislodge. He took hold of my wrists, dragged me up the bed with an ease that told me he must be far bigger than me and used the sheet to secure my hands to the headboard.

“Want to taste you,” he explained, and I realized that this crazy, psychotic see-through man intended to go down on me and he didn’t want me to be able to fight him while he did it.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I shouted, trying to elbow him in the side of the head, or where I thought his head should be, while he tied my wrists. Once he finished I felt his weight shift as he moved back. I yanked my arms, testing the tightness of the sheet. Yup, pretty fucking tight.

I could feel him moving down the bed, between my legs. Now that I was restrained, he took his time, becoming more gentle. I couldn’t see him, but he went slow enough to make sure that I knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. He ran his broad hands down my sides, enveloping my ribcage, his thumbs skimming the sides of my breasts. I gasped as unwanted erotic heat enveloped me. He continued his nefarious path down my body, clasping my hips in his hands and squeezing the flesh, before pressing his thumbs inward toward my inner thighs. Unable to help myself I opened my legs, just a tiny bit more. It had been so long since a man had touched between my legs, encouraged that sweet, sensual build up, that I couldn’t bring myself to deny his coaxing fingers.

And something about his invisibility seemed to encourage this forbidden path, as though it weren’t actually happening. Despite my hands being firmly tied to the headboard and my presence in a strange apartment. I would contemplate reality after the bliss of this promised orgasm…

I moaned out loud as the warm rush of air touched my bare labia. I pressed my knees back and tilted my hips up, encouraging him to do it again. Miraculously he took my invitation, blowing another stream of air across my aching pussy.

“Ohhhh, yes,” I breathed, arching my back into the bed and wiggling in eagerness.

He took hold of my thighs and pressed them open, pushing them back to fit his wide shoulders. I closed my eyes and tried to picture the man between my legs. I knew he was big and broad. I knew he was muscular and his cock was big. I knew he had hair, teeth and blood. But that was all I knew.

And then I didn’t care. Because he buried his tongue deep in my pussy and began eating like a man that was experiencing his favourite meal; a man that might never surface again if he got his way. The sounds he made while he was eating were both savage and erotic. I wanted to die from embarrassment at how wet I was, the fluids that were flowing freely from my body as he shoved fingers inside me, mimicking a cock, while lashing my clit with his tongue.

I made sounds I’ve never made before, I begged for release. I clamped my knees around his head but he grabbed them and dragged them back down to the bed, insisting on complete control. He laughed as I thrust my hips up toward his mouth and demanded he make me come harder than I’d ever come before. Then he obliged.

“Come for me, Nola!” he commanded, his rough voice vibrating through my wet folds.

I didn’t give a fuck. I screamed my pleasure for the world to hear as he clamped his mouth over my pussy and sucked, drawing my clit so hard between his teeth I saw stars. I came with those stars, my hips shooting right off the bed and into his waiting hands. As I came back down onto the bed he released me, crawled up my body and surged into me, his cock making itself right at home in my soaking passage.

I gripped him with my knees and rolled my hips up as much as I could to meet each savage thrust as he took me with enough force to rock the bed. I surged up against my restraints as another orgasm hit me, cresting in a wild, primitive wave. He growled and slammed a hand between my breasts, pinning me to the bed while he fucked me.

He let out a vicious roar that reverberated throughout the room, surged into me one last time and pressing his fingers hard against my breast bone, leaving me gasping for breath. I felt his penis grow within me and then pulse as he came. A blush enveloped me from head to toe. Not one of embarrassment. No… it was one of comfort, warmth and need. This man had thoroughly possessed me, and I wasn’t opposed to it.

I felt him collapse on top of me and smirked. He wouldn’t have to worry about a gun this time. I blinked and felt my eyelashes brush against something. Probably his face. It was so strange… touching something you could look right through. I moved my face a little closer and pressed my chin against his skin, feeling something sandpapery. It must be his chin as well. It felt rough against mine, as though he had a five o’clock shadow.

“Do… do you shave?” I whispered. Then I laughed, the sound stilted. What a strange thing to ask a man you couldn’t see. Of all the questions to ask the man that had abducted me and ravished me… oh and was completely invisible, this was probably the least important. Still, I wanted to know the answer.

He chuckled and buried his face in my neck, inhaling for long seconds before moving back. He answered as he released my wrists from the headboard. “No,” he said, his voice low and gruff. He enveloped my wrists one at a time in his big hands and rubbed them, tenderly restoring the blood flow. “I came this way. Never had to worry about nicking myself shaving.”

“Huh,” I said, eyeing the weirdness that was my own hands floating in strange patterns in front of my face. I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew he was bald, having felt the smoothness of his head beneath my fingertips while we were having sex.

“Come,” he said, pulling me toward the edge of the bed.

I grabbed for the sheet, snatching it from the bed as he stood me upright. I half expected him to take the silky material away from me. Instead, he helped me wind it around my body and tuck it beneath my armpits. I frowned suspiciously at his solicitous behaviour and took a small step away from where I thought he was standing. Then it occurred to me that he was still completely naked.

“C-can you please put some clothes on?” I asked.

He chuckled and seconds later the closet door swung open. I jumped. It occurred to me that if he was distracted, perhaps I could make it to the front door and escape. I turned on my heel and lurched toward the bedroom door. I made it about two steps before slamming into a solid object. Steel bands wrapped around my arms stopping my fall to the carpet.

“Going somewhere, doll?”

“Fuck, you’re fast!” I yelped.

He lifted me right off my feet and carried me toward the closet, thrusting me inside. I stumbled in and turned to see if he followed, assuming he must be behind me. I turned and watched, my heart hammering with both fear and curiosity as the bedroom light seemed to bend around absolutely nothing. The closet light flicked on and the optical illusion disappeared.

I glanced to my side, my eyes falling on something glittery. I stepped in for a closer look when I realized I was looking at rack after rack of women’s clothes. I frowned and reached out to touch, knowing before my fingers even reached the material that I would be touching couture clothing that I could never in a million years ever afford. I couldn’t help myself. I had to step closer, had to lift the sleeve of one of the jackets and rub it against my cheek. I let out a sigh and allowed the material to drift back through my hand.

That’s when I saw the shoes. Dozens of pairs of shoes and boots. Row after row in every possible shade, in every possible heel height. My mouth watered, my eyes watered. I was pretty sure I’d died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation. I was in heaven and the man in the closet was the weirdest possible invisible sex God that nobody ever thought existed.

“All yours, Nola.” His voice sounded from over my head. “All your size. I’ve been collecting them for the past few months in preparation for your arrival.”

I stood still for a moment, absorbing his words, caught between the fantasy world of an orphan being handed everything she ever wanted (sort of) and a woman who understood real life didn’t work this way. “What if I don’t want this?” I asked the question that had to be asked.

“No choice.” His answer was instant and uncompromising.

I nodded. Yeah, I’d known what his response would be. His every action so far had told me that he wouldn’t be willing to let go of his obsession. I was going to have to find a way to make him let go.

I moved toward the back of the closet, my feet moving of their own accord. It really said something about my willingness to believe this psycho if I was willing to turn my back on him. Not that I could see him anyway. But, despite his silent, predatory movements, something inside me sensed him. Sensed his nearness… and knew that he wouldn’t actually harm me.

I ran my hand over some of the finest clothes I’d ever touched as I stepped into the back of the closet, toward shelves, steeped in shadows. I jumped as a series of lights flashed on overhead. I glanced over my shoulder. Of course, I couldn’t see a thing. I suppose, if I was going to be here for awhile I was going to have to stop searching for this guy all the time. I stepped up to the rows of shelves. The hairs on my arm stood up and I shivered as I felt an arm brush my bicep when he reached past me. The top shelf seemed to magically open. I gasped in appreciation. So many rows of glittering diamonds met my eyes that it took me a moment to process what I was looking at; earrings and necklaces. Some were matching sets, some were singles, all were stunning. I knew without a single doubt that they were real and far more than I could ever afford in a lifetime.

I reached out a hesitant hand to touch, but I was too slow. The drawer slid closed. A sigh of disappointment slid past my lips before I could stop it. He chuckled against my ear, his lips brushing the skin of my shoulder as he reached past me to open the second drawer. This one contained bracelets and rings. Again, before I could touch anything, he closed the drawer. My disappointment grew. The third drawer opened. This one was filled with an assortment of men’s cufflinks, lighters and watches. My eyes caught on one particular set, and this time I was faster than him. I thrust my hand in the drawer and ran my fingertip over the royal blue set, studded with three diamonds in each. I’d seen them before.

I pulled my hand back. My breathing grew shallow as the implication hit. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it earlier, weeks ago, when I’d first noticed my secret stalker. Only I’d been too flattered and titillated to really use my brain. Idiot. “Open the last drawer,” I whispered.

I could feel him crouch down, next to my legs and reach past me. He opened the drawer just as I tilted my head down, my dark hair swirling around me. Rows of gloves in every shade and texture lined the drawer, though it was clear my Invisible man favoured black leather. I placed a hand over my now pounding heart. The drawer closed and I felt, rather than heard, him stand and move away from me.

Rustling indicated he was getting dressed. I swallowed, trying to wet my suddenly dry throat, and when I had my chaotic emotions under control, I finally turned to face my kidnapper. He was now wearing a dark trench coat, the collar tilted up. I glanced to the other side of the closet, opposite the women’s clothes. It contained tidy rows of men’s clothes: trench coats, dress pants, collared shirts and tie and scarf racks. Like the women’s side, there were rows of shoes along the bottom. Above the men’s clothing there was an extra row. This row contained several dark, wide-brimmed hats.

He reached up and collected a hat, dropping it above the collared coat, right where a man’s head should have been. The effect was so dramatic I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp. He stood that way for a moment, not bothering with a scarf, gloves or shoes. There was no point. I knew exactly who he was.