Chapter Fourteen

Mallory

How long have I been in here? The bubbles have disappeared and the once steaming water is cold enough to give me goosebumps. Where are my towels? God damn it, still in the dryer. I pull the plug and stand on the bath mat wringing out my hair, and drip drying to the point of shivering. My phone beeps from the sink counter and the screen lights up with a new text message. With the possibility of it being Rita, my boss, I unlock my phone and open the message.

Ghost:

How long are you planning to stay in there, little siren?

I’m trying to be respectful but my patience is wearing thin.

I wonder why he calls me little siren. Should I ask him? How long has he been waiting for me? Checking the time, I see it's just after 8 pm now. Did I fall asleep in the tub? I don ’ t remember if I did or not and that concerns me more than the man outside. A tingling sensation spreads through my very nude body, every nerve ending firing to life as my mind realizes the danger I could be in. How far can I push his patience? What will he do if the very fine tightrope I'm walking snaps? Will he catch me? Will he kill me? Do I want to find out?

I need to go pick up my surveillance cameras from the post office tomorrow. I want to know where he is and what he is doing in the shadows. Is he touching himself again? I smirk as warmth spreads through me. He says he’s respectful? Let's test his restraint. I walk out of the bathroom naked as the day I was born and head to my bedroom.

The curtains are still open but he isn ’ t there... Where is he? My wet hair is dripping down my body as I open the closet to search for clothes. Suddenly , " Do I Wanna Know? " b y the Arctic Monkeys starts streaming through the speakers in my house and I think I ’ ve had a heart attack. This fucking prick gets off on scaring me, I just know it. I love this fucking song and he probably knows that too. He can ’ t see me through the window with the closet door open, effectively blocking his field of view. My hips start to move and dip to the beat, it's involuntary. My phone lights up in my hand, looking at it has me giggling. What the hell girl? Get it together.

Ghost:

Come out of the closet, Mallory.

You can’t hide from me all night.

Want to bet? The urge to taunt the fucker pulls me under and I reply.

Mallory:

And if I don’t?

Ghost:

Are you brave enough to find out?

I'm definitely not and it suddenly hits me like a freight train that I have no pants or anything resembling them in this closet. I wanted my robe but it's not here. Grabbing a long cardigan that I can wrap around myself while I grab clothes from my dresser is my only option. It hits mid thigh and is oversized so it covers me enough. My mind is swimming, what do I do? Fuck it, game on motherfucker, and I close the closet door.

There he is again, just like last night. Dressed in black from top to bottom with the mask of my favourite psycho covering his face. His hands fly to the mask's elongated mouth in a comical display of shock and I fight back a laugh, but a smile graces my lips. Pulling out his phone, he types me a message.

Ghost:

You’re beautiful.

I ’ ve never been called beautiful before, it's almost too personal. I ’ m both scared and empowered. Hot all over and blushing. It ’ s a heady mix knowing he could overpower me in an instant but he ’ s putty in my hands at this moment. My face is on fire as I type out a reply to his message .

Mallory:

I wonder if I could say the same about you.

Ghost:

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

Cheeky bastard.

Mallory:

You first.

Glancing up from my phone, I see him shake his head at me through the glass. He lifts his hand and twirls his pointer finger around in a circle, signalling that he wants me to spin around to give him a 360 degree view of my body. It ’ s unnerving. Does he like what he sees? I don ’ t know how long he ’ s been watching me but my nakedness can ’ t be new for him. Although, I suppose this time it is somewhat consensual. I don't know what is broken in my brain for me to be engaging with my stalker but it's the most exciting thing to happen to me ever. I like that so far it's on my terms. Would we even be having this exchange if I hadn ’ t caught him outside? How long have I been oblivious to his presence? My mind is flooding with questions. I know I ’ m drifting again, out into the blackness of dissociation, but it's all so overwhelming. I feel my phone vibrate in my hands, I can barely hear its beep indicating a new message. It ’ s like I'm underwater, everything is muffled, even the knocking on the window.

“MALLORY!”

The harsh sound of my name being yelled cuts clear through the haze. Focusing back into reality I see him again, typing on his phone. Mine beeps in my hand. Swallowing down the embarrassment of what just happened, I read his messages.

Ghost:

Show me what I’m missing, little siren.

Stay with me.

Another one comes through as I ’ m looking at my phone.

Ghost:

Eyes on me.

Looking up from my screen, he has backed away from the window, giving me a full view of his body. What ’ s he doing?

Ghost

I need to keep her here with me, present in this moment we are sharing. I shouldn ’ t have yelled, if she figures out my identity too soon it could be cause for disaster. As I back away from the window, I have her full attention. Curiosity gleams in her eyes and she is moving towards me. Her hands are pressed against the glass and she ’ s watching me as intensely as I ’ ve watched her all this time. Don ’ t you see, baby? We aren ’ t that different at all, you and me. I don ’ t think she realizes the tether that ’ s woven between us. She’ll begin to miss me when I’m gone, and long for my presence and attention constantly. I'll become the air that she breathes, the wind that fills her sails, and the cock that stuffs her tight little cunt. I'll feed her every need and desire, rekindling the fire that burned bright for a fleeting moment so long ago. My phone lights up, and I smirk. I ’ ve got her hooked.

Mallory:

What are you doing?

Ignoring her text, I slip my cell back into my pocket. I lock my eyes onto hers through the mesh of the mask and start to unzip my hooded sweatshirt. Not to brag, but I ’ m built. Every woman ’ s wet dream. Inked up both arms, and down my ribs on both sides. My chest and back are bare but I ’ ve been in contact with my regular tattoo artist to draw up a siren and shipwreck scene for my pecs. It would be done by now but between my girl and the murders, I ’ ve been running low on spare time. Slowly opening my sweater, I watch her take in my shirtless form. Her eyes are practically bulging out of her head. You like what you see, don ’ t you, baby? I ’ m grinning like a fool under this mask, her approval elates me. Just wait darling, we aren ’ t done yet. I follow her gaze as it drifts down my body, landing on that 'V' that leads straight to my cock. Her tongue slips out and wets her lips, spreading her saliva. I almost collapse. All the blood abandons my brain and shoots straight to my dick. Her mouth is so fucking delicious, just begging to be fucked. She ’ s fixated on the tent in my pants so I pull out my phone and fire off a text to her.

Ghost:

It’s impolite to stare, little siren.

Her phone beeps in her hand and her face flushes. Fuck, she ’ s gorgeous. She looks at me and I gesture for her to turn for me. I'm still waiting for the twirl, princess, let's get on with it. She takes a deep breath and slowly spins for me. I take this opportunity to move closer to the window while she ’ s unaware. She needs to lose this robe-like thing she ’ s wearing and bare herself to me. She ’ s watching me with burning intensity, I wonder how far I can push her before she calls it quits.

Ghost:

Does my little siren want to watch me cum?

I ’ ve shocked the hell out of her. Her sharp intake of breath and the erratic thumping of the pulse in her neck give her away. She looks down at me and slowly nods. Oh thank you, Jesus. I don't know what I would have done if she had said no. Left? Did it anyway? Probably the latter. I ’ m going to make you thirst for me, Mallory. You ’ ll be my perfect little slut.

I ’ m going to make a show of this. I ’ ll have her wet and panting for me like a bitch in heat and then I ’ ll leave her empty and wanting. I keep my eyes on her as I pop the button and lower the zipper of my jeans. I pull them down only slightly and slip a hand below the waistband of my boxer briefs. Stroking myself with her this close to me is incredible. It ’ s a drug I'm going to quickly overdose on. I see the slight clench of her thighs, her body is coming to life before my eyes, seeking the friction she needs to get herself off. She pulls out her phone, biting her bottom lip. She ’ s so nervous and adorable. Come on, baby, let me know what you want.

Mallory:

Show me.

Mmmmm, such a good fucking girl. Texting with my non-dominant hand is next to impossible while my other hand is still fisting my dick, but I manage a reply.

Ghost:

Such a greedy little thing. You first.

I know it ’ s somewhat unfair since she ’ s naked under that sweater but I don ’ t give a fuck. She slides the garment off her shoulders and down to the crease of her elbows. She ’ s keeping her pussy covered but showcasing me the nicest pair of tits I ’ ve ever seen. Better than anything I’ve conjured up in my never ending reel of fantasies. She ’ s going to turn me into a two pump chump in a minute and it ’ s going to be embarrassing as fuck. Slowly, I pull down the front of my briefs and reveal myself to her. I can ’ t tell if she ’ s in shock or awe, hopefully both. While she ’ s busy gawking at me, I slip my other hand under my mask and spit. Slathering the saliva all over my shaft as I slowly build my release. I send her another message to distract myself from my impending orgasm.

Ghost:

Take the rest off, Mallory.

She ’ s apprehensive but...excited? I honestly can ’ t tell. These are emotions I haven ’ t seen on her face before. The thought thrills me. Finally, she ’ s feeling something other than indifference and detachment.

Ghost:

Don’t make me ask again.