Page 26 of Sinister

She sleeps so soundly when I drug her, the slow and even movements of her chest in the light of the full moon shows me she’s well and truly under my spell for the night. I pad across her room and stand beside her bed, watching her for any inclination of waking, but I know the pill I dissolved in her glass beside her bed did the trick.

Peeling back the sheets, my eyes are rewarded with a very naked Monroe. Silly of her to think that it’s safe to sleep sans clothing in this house full of guys, even if she locks her door at night. As the gatekeeper of the fraternity, I have the privilege of having a key to each and every lockable room inside this house, not that I’ve divulged this information with another living soul.

My attention is stolen from the low sigh escaping through her parted lips and the deep frown between her eyebrows. She’s dreaming and I study her expression as it changes to anger.

“Don’t, Sin,” she mumbles and attempts to swipe at the cool night air, only her arm falls back onto the mattress, the effects of the pill working gloriously.

Blood rushes to my cock at the sound of my name vibrating through her lips and the fact that even in her dreams she’s telling me don’t. My hand slides into my gray sweatpants and I grip myself, needing release. My dick throbs in pain from how hard it is and I stroke myself to relieve some of the tension.

My gaze focuses on her breasts as I pump my cock faster but it’s not having the desired effect like usual. I need to touch her, to feel her soft flesh pliable under my hands. Kneeling on the bed, I move to position myself between her legs, spreading them wider. She doesn’t make a sound as her limbs are worked like a puppet.

Running my fingers between her wet folds, I play with her as I continue to stroke my throbbing cock. I push a finger inside her and then another all the way to my knuckles, stroking her and cataloging the feeling of her soft walls.

“Mmm,” she moans with me pumping my fingers in and out in time with my strokes.

“That’s it dirty girl, moan for me.” I rub her clit with my thumb and feel it swell under my touch.

Moving closer, I remove my fingers from inside her and hover over her body, pressing the tip of my cock against her pussy. I nearly choke at the contact. The urge to ram my dick into her, until my balls seize up, almost has me plunging over the edge of my sanity.

Studying her face as I press the head of my cock into her slightly, I clench my teeth and breathe through my nostrils to stop myself from moving any further. Her face remains impassive as she lays there unaware of what I’m doing to her, her breathing even as I hold myself back.

Sliding my cock between her folds I rub myself against her like a fucking creep, enjoying the motion and the feeling of her wetness. It’s enough to make me almost come instantly but I hold off as this feeling is too fucking good to let go straight away. Leaning down I press my lips to her parted mouth, tasting her lips as I run my tongue along them. I pick up my pace between her wet cunt and kiss her unresponsive mouth, exploring her tongue with mine. It’s a weird and euphoric feeling being able to do things to someone with them unaware, I can just imagine how much fucking better this would be with her awake and unable to say no.

That’s the thing with my sick obsession, it’s never enough. The need to do this to her while she’s awake and watch her reaction as I inflict pleasurable pain on her, has my mind crazy with anticipation.

I can feel my balls tightening as I work my cock in her wetness. Sitting back on my heels, I push three fingers into her tight cunt and she clamps down around them, her wetness making the most beautiful sound as I pump her pussy and stroke myself. It’s not long before I can feel the tightening at the base of my spine and my arousal peaks.

I jerk forward just in time to blow all over her pretty little cunt, milking my cum from my cock and coating her perfect pussy with it. Groaning as the wave of ecstasy rides through my body like a tidal wave of pleasure.

I stare at my cum shining in the moonlight, dripping down her cunt and onto the bed sheets, imaging I just blew my load inside of her. Running my fingers through her folds, I gather as much of the cum as I can, pushing it into her and making a masterpiece as I paint her pussy with it. The sounds of my fingers in the silence of the night as they pump in and out of her cunt coated with my cum, makes my dick twitch with need again.

Ignoring my need to bury myself deep inside her, I climb off her bed, slink into the bathroom, and grab her hand towel. As I’m making my way back to her bed, I hear the slight jiggle of the door handle. I freeze and stare at the locked door in the dark, my heart thundering in my chest at the thought of some fucker trying to get in here.

The door handle jiggles again, only this time with a little more force. Stalking toward the door, I listen carefully for the culprit giving away who they are, I hear nothing but the howling wind outside as it rips across the lake. I press my ear against the door and listen, waiting in silence so I know who I need to deal with tomorrow.

The fucking nerve of one of these fuckers thinking they can sneak into her room when they’ve all been warned not to even fucking look at her sideways. Anger festers in my bones as I wait and listen, but the fucker has long gone. Too smart to leave a trace of a sound behind.

I watch her as she sleeps on her back, my cum coating her pussy, and wish she was awake to satiate my dark desires. I move across the room and take out my phone from my back pocket, snapping two photos of her. One a whole body shot with her legs spread for me and one close up of my cum on her pussy. I take the hand towel and wipe up my mess as best I can, before tucking the sheets around her.

“Next time you’ll be awake and willing, whether you like it or not,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her one last time.

Placing the hand towel in my pocket, I move to the door and unhook the lock at the top before slinking out and heading back up to my room in the cover of the darkness.

Chapter fourteen

Monroe

Iroll over in bed and grab my phone to check the time. It’s five in the morning and my stomach growls at me to remind me I didn’t eat anything last night except a few pickles after I came upstairs. I stretch my limbs as I feel like I slept like the dead. The party quietened down around midnight which surprised me. I would have thought these college boys would take advantage of being free from under their parent’s watchful eyes and let loose.

Climbing out of bed, I throw on my pajama pants with rubber ducks printed on them and the matching t-shirt, to hell with a bra at this ungodly early hour. I shuffle across the room, slip on my duck slippers and open the door, listening for any sounds of movement downstairs. I don’t hear anything so I figure it’s safe for me to go search for breakfast and coffee. Closing the door behind me, I make my way down the hall to the stairs, stepping on them carefully to prevent them from squeaking. Once I make it down, I glance around, and the place is spotless. Did these guys clean up after themselves? Maybe it won’t be as bad as I first thought living in a huge house filled with guys. I head straight for the kitchen and am so glad to see it is empty.

In the center of the room sits a large marble table that can seat twenty people comfortably and on the other side of the table is a floor to ceiling glass wall showcasing the spectacular view of the glistening lake. It’s magical and serene and I can see myself sitting on the pier for hours staring off across the lake.

I go about making my coffee, too busy to notice anyone has entered the kitchen when I hear someone clear their voice. I turn around slowly to see spider boy standing in the middle of the kitchen in nothing but long flannel pajama bottoms. His torso is covered in tattoos and I finally get to see the one that caught my interest at his party. I try to tear my eyes away from his lack of clothing long enough to look at his face.

“Hello, stranger.” He grins, his gaze raking over me. “What are you doing here?” He looks genuinely happy to see me.

“Same could be asked of you?” I raise my eyebrows at him in surprise.

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