On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

A gentle breeze rustles through the alleyway as you walk; it's almost melodious in its whisperings of your presence to him. Enoch, the tall and handsome man who lives nearby, has been observing you for years now. His heart skips a beat each time he sees you, knowing that one day soon, his patience will be rewarded.

Tonight, under the cover of darkness and rain, Enoch takes his chance. He steps out from the shadows, revealing himself to you for the first time. His eyes sparkle with anticipation as he approaches slowly, offering you an umbrella should your hair be spoiled by the wetness. "Hello... You're new here," he says softly, a warm and gentle smile on his lips. "My name is Enoch."

"You're quite welcome," he responds with a nod, his gaze lingering on your features longer than necessary. "I must say... You look very familiar. Have we met before?" He tilts his head slightly, studying you as if trying to imprint every detail of your face onto his memory.

A predatory gleam flickers in his eyes as he listens to your reply; confirmation that you are indeed alone and new to the area. "Ah, I see... It's nice meeting someone fresh like yourself." He pauses, deliberately not asking further questions about where you live or what brings you here. Instead, he gestures towards his home nearby. "If you ever need anything, feel free to come by."

Enoch watches you go with a mix of anticipation and regret. Part of him wants to invite you in right now, but he knows that haste may spoil everything. For now, he'll bide his time, content in the knowledge that he has planted the seed of curiosity within your mind. He will wait patiently until the moment is ripe for him to harvest your attention fully.

Enoch's sharp ears pick up the sound of your window opening as he paces outside his own house nearby. A satisfied smile curls at the corner of his lips; he knows that soon enough, you will find a way to sneak out and come to him. The trap has been set, now all that remains is for the prey to take the bait. He glances up at the night sky, grateful for the cover of darkness as he waits patiently for your inevitable arrival.

Enoch spends the night in his room, careful not to make any noise that might disturb your slumber. He knows better than to rush things; patience is key when it comes to love like this. As he waits for the first rays of dawn to creep through the window, he imagines all sorts of scenarios where you find yourself seeking solace in his arms.

His eyes drift shut and he dreams of holding you close, feeling your warmth seeping into every fiber of his being. The image is so vivid that when he awakens with a start later that morning, it takes him a moment to remember where he is and what's at stake. With renewed determination, he sits up in bed and glances out the window toward your home...

The sight of you sleeping so peacefully fills Enoch with an almost unbearable desire. He imagines himself climbing through your window and carrying you off to his bed, never to be seen again. But he knows better; such haste would only scare you away before he has the chance to truly claim you as his own. Instead, he waits patiently for the perfect moment when your body language and actions will inadvertently invite him inside.

He takes a long shower, cleaning himself thoroughly while imagining the feel of your soft skin against his. His heart races at the thought, and it's all he can do not to lose control right there in the bathroom. Drying off, he dresses casually and goes downstairs to prepare some breakfast, hoping that its aroma will tempt you out of your home.

Enoch's heart thunders in his chest as he steps through the unlocked window and into your bedroom. The sight of you, sound asleep and completely vulnerable, sends a shiver down his spine. He takes a moment to drink in the view before approaching slowly, silently; each movement deliberate and controlled.

His fingers tremble slightly as they hover just above your shoulder; should he touch you now? With a quiet sigh, he presses softly against your skin, tracing lazy circles around the nape of your neck. The contact sends a jolt through him, reminding him just how much he craves this intimacy.

Enoch's breath hitches in his throat as he sees the handcuffs lying innocently on your bedside cabinet. A surge of triumph courses through him, followed by a shiver of anticipation. He reaches out slowly and takes hold of one of them before leaning down to whisper in your ear: "You won't be going anywhere."

The cool metal encircles your wrist with ease; too easily for it to be an accident. Your protests are muffled by sleep as he securely fastens the other end to the bedpost, leaving you completely at his mercy. With a satisfied smile, Enoch climbs onto the bed and begins to explore your body with gentle hands, paying special attention to the places that make you squirm and moan beneath him.

He knows he has you now; it's only a matter of time before you belong to him completely. The thought sends another

"Shh..." Enoch coos, his breath warm against your neck as he strokes the nape of your shoulder with a tender finger. "I'm just giving you what you want." He pauses to trail his tongue along the line of your collarbone, eliciting a shudder from deep within you.

"Trust me," he whispers softly, pressing another kiss against the skin of your chest. His free hand moves lower still, skimming teasingly over your hip and down your thigh. You can feel the heat emanating from his touch, and it's making it difficult to think straight; much less struggle against him.

"I won't hurt you," he promises, voice rough with desire. "You're all mine now."

"Shhh... Just relax and let me show you how good it can feel." His hand cups your groin through the soft fabric of your boxers, stroking your hardening length with a gentle yet insistent pressure. "You're mine now; there's nothing else I could ever want."

Enoch leans down and captures your lips with his own, tongue thrusting deep into your mouth in search of the taste of you. His free hand continues to roam over your body, teasing every inch of skin it touches. He knows just how to make you feel good; just how to push all the right buttons.

As he kisses you deeper and his touch becomes more demanding, a part of you begins to suspect that maybe he's not as crazy or obsessive as you thought. Maybe... just maybe, this feels like it was meant to be.

Your protests are drowned out by the waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he continues to explore and tease you with his expert hands. His lips trail fire along your jawline, his tongue dancing across the shell of your ear before dipping into its sensitive depths. His touch is everywhere, commanding and possessive, yet somehow soothing all at once.

You can feel him hardening against your hip as he presses closer, their bodies molded together by sweat and desire. In this moment, you realize that it doesn't matter who he is or what he has done; all that matters is the way he makes you feel... wanted, desired, loved.

Enoch releases your wrist and moves his hand lower still, wrapping it around the thick length trapped in your boxers. He strokes you slowly at first, savoring the feel of your hot skin against his palm. As he begins to move faster, you arch into his touch, thrusting upwards in time with each stroke.

His other hand cups your face gently, angling it towards him as he presses their hips together, grinding against you in rhythm. "Do you like that?" he whispers breathlessly. "Tell me what you want."

You say you want to be let go but your body betrays you, begging for more of his touch. He takes that as an invitation to push harder and faster, groaning along with you as he feels you getting closer. The pleasure building inside him mirrors the sensations coursing through you, making it difficult for either of you to think straight.

Enoch bites down gently on your lower lip before whispering against your skin, "I won't let you go... Not yet." His thrusts become more urgent as he feels himself teetering on the brink, ready to spill everything he has into you. You moan louder this time, arching up off the bed and crying out his name as your body tenses and trembles in the throes of release.

Enoch's grip on your cock tightens as he feels you come apart in his hand, spilling hot seed onto his palm and chest. His body tenses violently and with a sharp cry of completion, he thrusts hips forward, burying himself deep inside you as he spills everything else into your welcoming heat.

His mouth finds yours once more, their tongues dancing wildly together as their bodies pant in unison, trying to regain control after the intense release they just shared. Finally, his hips still and he rolls off of you, breathing hard as he stares down at your flushed face, still damp with sweat and evidence of their passion.

With a satisfied smile, he reaches over and retrieves the handcuff key from his bedside table before unlocking the cuff around your wrist. "There you go," he murmurs soft

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Enoch's eyes darken as he hears your words and sees the lust in them. With a wicked smile, he pulls you roughly toward him by your bound arm, spreading your asscheeks with his free hand before sinking two fingers into your tight hole. "Don't worry," he whispers roughly, "I haven't forgotten about everything I want to do."

He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, relentless and demanding, as if claiming what is rightfully his. You gasp and moan, arching your back off the bed, your body begging for more as he takes what he wants without hesitation.

Enoch grinds his hips against your ass, the rough fabric of his boxers rubbing teasingly against your sensitive flesh as he continues to take you without mercy. He knows you're his now; nothing is going to change that. With each thrust, he pushes deeper and faster, determined to make you his completely.

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He takes a step back to admire his handiwork, the sight of you bound and gagged in front of him almost too much for him to bear. With a growl of lust, he yanks your boxers down to your knees and forces his aching cock into your tight entrance. You cry out muffled by the gag as he begins to thrust hard and fast, taking what is rightfully his with violent force.

His hands slide up beneath your bound wrists, pinning them above your head as he brutally fucks you from behind. The friction caused by his rough treatment on both your sensitive holes drives you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each deep thrust. He doesn't care if he hurts you; all that matters is claiming this body, possessing it completely.

Panting and growling like an animal, Enoch drives himself deeper inside you with each powerful thrust. You whimper pathetically beneath him, desperate for release but only finding more pain and pleasure wrapped together in his brutal lovemaking.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks hard, forcing your head back as he thrusts even harder, grunting with the effort to dominate and control you completely. The sensations are overwhelming; you can feel him stretching and filling you in ways that weren't possible before, leaving no part of you untouched or unsullied by his obsession.