She grabs my arm and yanks me toward the doors and shoves them open. “Seriously, though. I need a night out after that. Possibly a cigarette.”
“You don’t smoke,” I add, still laughing at her.
“If I was fucked like that, I’d start.”
Her words have me nibbling on my lip in thought. I’ve had a guy like that. One who makes you need a fucking hit afterward. He’s dark, mysterious, and a complete stranger. I’ve never seen his face, but I don’t need to. In a way, he saved me. He just doesn’t know it. And I’ll never tell him, but my life would be very different if he hadn’t shown up that night at my parents’ house.
Two years he’s been in my life. But over the past couple of months, he’s been silent. I haven’t reached out, and he hasn’t surprised me in the middle of the night. I leave my French doors unlocked just in case. Yet every morning, I wake up feeling disappointed.
Deciding to be the one to reach out, I pull my other cell phone from my backpack and open the app that we use to communicate and send a quick text.
Me: Tonight?
He reads it immediately, but after a few minutes, I realize I’m not going to get a response. I hate that I’ve relied on him for so long. He’s no longer interested in me. It’s crushing. Like a breakup to a relationship that I never even had.
A part of me hoped that he’d just ignore the text. Fuck, for all I know, he’s married, moved, or died. But he’s obviously still alive and just doesn’t want me.
Pocketing the cell, I try to ignore the pain in my chest. It’s for the best. I’m not the kind of girl you stay around to be with. I’m the kind a man calls at two o’clock in the morning because he wants his dick sucked. And I accepted that a long time ago.
SIN
I TURN MY car off and get out, walking down the road. It’s the second night in a row that I’ve parked and waited in the shadows for my chance to see her.
Making my way up to the gate, I climb the fence and jump over it. I’ve got my black hoodie up and over my head, my mask in place with my gloves on. Like always, all she’ll see is my red contacts.
Walking up to the white Victorian mansion, I climb the lattice and push open the French double doors to enter her room from the balcony.
I never responded to her message today. I was surprised she had reached out to me to begin with. I thought it would be harder than that to take her from her new fuck buddy. Her message just tells me that she won’t put up much of a fight when I tell her that she now belongs to me and no one else. Her message also told me that she’s growing bored with him and wants more. He’s not fulfilling her needs.
I accept that challenge.
Last night after I carried her out of his house, I took her home and placed her in her bed. After removing her blindfold and untying her wrists, I left. She was out from the alcohol and GHB I gave her. She probably doesn’t even remember going to his house, let alone how she drove home. When I had arrived with her, her car was parked exactly where I told the guy to put it. He was worth the money.
I step inside her bedroom when I see it’s empty. My eyes immediately look over at the open door to her adjoining bathroom. She’s in the shower. I can hear the water running. We never agree on a time.
Elli has had my personal cell number since I got my first phone when we were kids. So I went and bought an extra phone for her after my second visit as the masked man. I wanted her to have some sort of communication with me without knowing it was the real me. I downloaded an untraceable app for us to use that I had put on that specific device to contact me—the guy who gets her off.
Sometimes I’d show up when she would message me. Other times, I would show up unannounced. That’s what makes it so much fun.
She has the light off in the bedroom. The large room is bathed in her scent—vanilla. Just the thought has my hard cock jerking inside my jeans. I know how good her pussy feels now, and I want more. My mouth salivates at the thought of spreading those soft thighs and getting a taste. Making her come knowing that it’s me. I want her begging with fucking tears in her eyes while I tease her.
Listening to the water shut off, I make my way to the far corner. She’s got long, thick curtains that cover the double glass doors to her balcony. I open them, stepping behind, making sure they shield me from being seen. I’m not normally the type of guy who hides, but I like catching her off guard.
Peeking around the edge, I watch her exit the bathroom into the bedroom. She’s got a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body underneath her arms while holding her cell in one hand. She sits on the side of her bed, her wet blond hair draped over her shoulder. She types away, and it begins to ring seconds later.
“Hello?” she answers it on speakerphone.
“Hey, honey, I didn’t expect you to still be awake.” Her mother’s voice comes from the other end of the line.
“I was out late with Kira.”
Lie. She wasn’t with my sister. I just saw her at our parents’ house before I left to come over here.
“I got your text and just wanted to call and tell you good night and that I love you. I’ll be back home on Monday.”
“Love you too.” She hangs up.
I go to step out but decide to wait another second to see what she does. She sets her cell down and picks up the remote to her TV. The screen lights up the room, and she opens the top drawer to her nightstand by her bed.
My heart accelerates as she retrieves the items she wants and lays them on the bed next to her. Then she flips through the channels on her TV until she finds what she is looking for.
A woman’s voice comes through the speakers, and I can’t help but look over at it. She’s watching porn. The woman is in the middle of a living room. Tied to a black bench. She’s on her back, her head hangs off one end, her arms pulled down to her sides and taped to both front wooden legs. Her knees are bent, shoved into her chest, and ropes are wrapped around the inside of her knees and the bench, tying them in place. Her ass hangs off the other end. So her mouth, ass, and pussy are easily accessible to the four naked men who stand around her.
The woman is moving, her body fighting the uncomfortable position they’ve got her tied up in.
My eyes go back to my little demon, and she’s got her back up against a stack of pillows, her legs spread wide and her hand between her legs. She’s slowly rubbing her clit, her eyes fixated on the TV. I no longer give a shit what the men are about to do to the woman on the screen.
I’m engrossed in her. The way her eyes get heavy, her lips part, and she licks them. Sucking in a deep breath, she begins to push a finger in and out of her cunt, fucking herself. Her moans fill the room to match the lady on the TV.
Her free hand reaches up and grips her hair, her hips rocking back and forth when she starts to pant.
Come on, little demon. Come all over yourself.
She watches the woman get fucked by four men on the TV as if she wishes it was her. The thought makes me want to rip this curtain down and wrap them around her face while I show her that my cock is all she’ll ever need.
The pace of her fingers picks up, and her eyes fall closed. I watch, fascinated as she moans and comes on them. Slumping back against the pillows, she opens her eyes and looks down at her hand. She angrily wipes it on one of her many accent pillows and frowns. She’s unsatisfied.