Thread: Obsession with Posession

Stepping slowly into her apartment, the carpet muffling the sound of his footsteps to the point that they could barely even be heard by him, Dominic looked around. This place had only been meant as a place for her to live for a short time, a few weeks or so. On the scale where a college student would measure things it wouldn't be all that terrible but he had wanted to have her live with him. In his plans her little boyfriend would be left behind when she came to school here, dumped because he had been there for a childish relationship and she was now properly growing up. With her free from the relationship he would have been able to pursue her properly, openly. True he was older then her by about ten years and his sister would likely take issue, and perhaps her family would not be so happy with it at first... but was a ten year age difference so terrible? Instead of this crap hole in which she lived with the boy who thought himself capable of taking care of her she would have had his penthouse to reside in, instead of walking to class he would have driven her to the campus whenever she needed it and picked her up just to ensure she got back safe... but no, things had to be done differently and while Dominic would certainly take pleasure in what was to come he also had to acknowledge the pity that she hadn't just done the smart thing and left the immature little puke behind. The sound of the TV, one of those tedious ghost chasing shows if Dominic were to venture a guess, the sort of thing that Selene had watched with his sister while he was trying to convince them there were better things on TV. Funny how the little things occurred to you at the strangest moments as you were sneaking through an apartment to assault the occupant whom you had helped find a place to stay. Further into the apartment now, still moving as silently as he could so as not to alert her, Dominic caught a glimpse of her hair from the couch where she was lounging, watching one of the shows that he had suspected would be on the TV. The sight of her, even so little of her, was an intense reminder of the arousal that he was already feeling, his body practically throbbing as he moved in towards her faster now then before, moving with purpose as he loomed over her from behind the couch. He wanted to stand there for a while, to enjoy having her so close by, knowing that he could smell her shampoo and just a hint of her perfume from where he was... to maybe not even lay a hand on her just yet but instead to leave behind the black silk rose that he had bought to tease her with, just to let her know that she had someone watching her, an admirer. That plan was ruined though as the screen went dark, the show cutting to commercial, and the now black screen showed his reflection before the commercials started. She must have seen him then, there was no way she could have missed him and Dominic knew that he had moments to act before she started to scream, even with the thick walls of this place someone might hear him. In an instant he grabbed hold of her by the hair, pulling back roughly while his left hand dropped the duffel bag that he had been carrying and clamped over her mouth. Don't scream, don't make a single noise. He instructed her, his voice deepening to the point where it couldn't be recognized as his own. If you behave yourself then this will be conducted with the minimum amount of pain possible, though that doesn't mean there will be no pain at all. Pulling her head back further he looked down into her eyes with a smirk on his lips, his intentions rather clear from the start. Now blink twice if you understand me, and remember that if you scream this will get ugly.