18. 700 PM

eighteen

7:00 PM

Mask

T his office is the perfect hiding space. I pull two tablets from my backpack and set up the live camera feed. In the walls, I hear the water turn on. My lips curl up in a dubious smile. She’s in the shower, which means it’s time for me to enjoy the show from my front-row seat. I’ve always wanted to watch her up close and in person instead of from my hideout in the alley. It’s such a convenient coincidence, and I’m not the least bit disappointed in my role. My hand runs over my cock slowly. I’m going to give her a little scare. I need a little something to get me all worked up. It won’t take much to get her heart racing and blood pumping. Terrifying her turns me on more than I expected it to. One time was all it took to leave me craving more. I need that sweet little pussy to be burning hot from the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. Overcome and consumed by my desire to feel her wrapped around me, I sneak out of the office, down the hall, then into Amanda’s room. From there, I watch her waiting patiently for the ideal opportunity to slip around the corner and into her closet.

My mask is in place: I made sure of that before I left the safety of the office hideout. The eye holes aren’t big enough for me to watch her in the water as it washes over her. I need a better view, and the seconds feel like minutes waiting for her to relax. Finally, she dips her head into the water, closing her eyes and allowing it to drip down her face. I take advantage of this opportunity to glide from her bedroom into the closet undetected while she shampoos her hair. The delicious aroma of her soap fills the bathroom, damn near driving me far enough over the edge to spring from my hiding spot, slamming her against the tile of the shower. Then fucking her while the burning hot water falls on our bodies. I want to fuck her so hard the tile cracks from the impact of my thrusts. The thought of pounding the fuck out of her is all I needed to get me going. I watch Amanda through the crack between the second door in her closet and the doorframe, leaning against the massive wall for support. I have an up close view right into the bathroom, maybe three feet from the shower. It really is too easy to lose myself watching her. My mouth waters at the mere sight of her naked body. Water droplets roll down her supple skin, between her breasts, lower and lower—My cock is hard, begging to be unleashed while my eyes eagerly follow the trail the water leaves as it runs across her pussy. She’s a fucking goddess, my irresistible little masterpiece. I can’t control myself. I hold my throbbing cock firmly as she rinses the soap from all the curves and crevices. Until suddenly I realize as she turns the water off that I’ve missed my opportunity to escape. Too enthralled in the hypnotizing patterns of the water streaking across her skin, I left myself vulnerable and potentially exposed. When she bends over to wrap a towel around her wet hair, I reach outside the closet door for the bathroom light switch and flip it off. She screams, igniting my senses. I don’t want to go. I want to stay and play with her. Despite that, I use the cover of the darkness to slip out of my hiding spot, ducking back into the actual bedroom, leaving her alone in the bathroom, searching the wall for the light switch. I peek around the corner, certain I’ll find her staring right at the glowing neon threads of my mask. Instead, I can see her silhouette in the shower. She’s clutching at her towel, reaching for the switch, trying to feel along that part of the wall. Having narrowly escaped being caught, it’s my cue to retreat to the office sanctuary, where my presence remains unknown.

Back inside the office, I return to viewing the camera feed on my tablets. I’m only disappointed I couldn’t stay to enjoy watching her longer. She’s still standing in the bathroom. Her body trembles as her eyes dart across every surface. She’s too terrified to move. I wish she would drop the towel she’s clutching. There’s also the lingerie waiting for her on the bed. I wouldn’t mind watching her dress in it. I picked the black lacy number out for our special night together. After a few minutes of shock, Amanda appears to be trying to calm herself down. If I could hear inside her head, I’m sure she would be suggesting she’s lost her mind and acting silly. As hard as it is to wait, I resist the urge to scare her anymore for now. It will be more fun in the long run to allow her to feel a false sense of security before I rip it away. After another ten minutes, she leaves the bathroom uneasily. I perk up in my chair. She’s pulling the lingerie from the bag. I watch with my eyes glued to the screen as she dresses in the black lace bodysuit. It hugs her curves in all the right places, highlighting all the best features as it clings to her body. Her nipples are hard from the chill in the air. They press against the lace, begging for the warmth of my mouth. My tongue wets my lips as I fantasize about licking over each one, feeling their arousal against my hungry tongue. My imagination is dying to act out the scene with her.

She disappears for a moment and returns wearing a soft silk robe. The filthy little tease couldn’t give me the satisfaction of laying there practically naked, reading the dirty Halloween romance I left for her. I’ll be sure to punish her for it later. I lean back in the leather office chair and watch as she settles in to read. Mmmmm, I can’t wait to see her reaction when she gets to my note.

It takes her just under twenty minutes to reach my note and when she does, she immediately slams the book down, looking around the room nervously. I laugh. It’s time. It’s finally fucking time. I let her panic for a moment longer, then using an app to scramble my number, and flipping on the voice disguiser in my mask, I call her.

She lets it ring to voicemail, so I call a second time. This time she answers.

“Hello,” she says nervously.

“Hello, Masterpiece.” I rasp.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this?” Her voice cracks.

“I want to play a game, Amanda.” I stroke my cock as we speak.

“Leave me alone,” she shouts.

“I only want to ask you a few questions,” I reply, knowing at any moment she can hang up on me and ruin all my fun.

“No!” she yells.

I ignore her, asking anyway. “Do you like scary books, Amanda?”

The line is quiet. She says nothing for a moment, creating a long pause. “Yes,” she answers.

“Let’s play a game. I’ll tell you about one of the books you’ve read this month and you guess which one I am describing.”

“I don’t want to play. Leave me alone. The doors are locked, so are the windows, and my boyfriend is on his way home,” she quips.

“ What if I’m inside the house, Amanda?” I ask, taunting her.

“You can’t be inside the house because I set the security system, asshole.” She snaps.

“You mean this security system that I just disabled?” I flip the system from armed to unarmed with the app on my phone.

“Fuck you, asshole. My boyfriend will be home any minute,” she yells.

“Oh, tsk tsk tsk, Amanda. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t lie. We both know he’s never going to make it home unless you cooperate.” I pause dramatically for a minute. “Oops, I guess only I knew that. Oh well, now we both know, so how about that game?” My voice is dripping with danger.

On the other end of the phone line, I can hear her breathing intensify. She’s probably checking the app right now and finding it disabled. I wait to hear her scream, but nothing happens.

“What’s wrong, Amanda, cat got your tongue?” I laugh.

“Fuck you, I’m calling the police,” she shouts.

“Oh, you will fuck me, don’t you worry, little slut. I’ve been watching you and I know about all those nights alone with your toys. Don’t you remember, I know all about what a needy little whore you are—or have you already forgotten the night we spent together at the gym?”

The line goes dead. Beneath the mask, I smile. It’s finally fucking time.