Page 15 of Tormenting Me

Unknown: Naughty. Naughty. I’ll have to tame the brat out of you.

Layne: I’d like to see you try.

Unknown: Wrong answer.

I was trying to leave her alone, but now she’s egging me on. Well, if she wants to play, then we’ll play. I shove my phone in my pocket, throw my jacket on, and head to the car. My pocket vibrates multiple times. Mmm, someone’s desperate to backtrack. “Sorry baby” I chuckle, ignoring her. I pull my car out of the yard and head towards her neighborhood. Parking in my usual spot a few blocks away, I make the walk to her apartment.

What am I doing? Did I come here just to fuck with her? Am I going to fuck her? I didn’t think this through at all. Fucking hell Wes, here goes nothing.

The ladder to the fire escape is already down as if she was expecting me to take it. I could just be a normal guy and climb up the stairs and knock on her door. Eh, I’m not a normal guy, though. Hoisting myself up the ladder, I stand on the fire escape landing. The window is open and waiting for me. My mask’s already on so I climb through the window. Layne is standing next to her couch, wearing only a t-shirt, some knee-high socks, and her glasses. I can see her hard nipples through the fabric. My already hard cock strains against my zipper.

Fuck me. She’s purposefully playing the cute virgin. Looking all innocent and shit.

It’s totally working.

“You came.” She bites her lip.

I chuckle.

“Of course I did. You’re being a brat, and I think you are doing it on purpose.” I inch closer to her, raising my hand to brush her silky black hair out of her face. I lean in and expect to smell the familiar scent of vodka. What I am met with is her sweet jasmine scent. “Layne, have you been lying?” Suspicion in the tone of my voice as I look over to the counter and there’s no vodka bottle.

She lied. She hasn’t been drinking at all.

“If you would have checked the messages I sent, I said I hadn’t been drinking. But you’re still here.” She shifts around, her thighs clenched together.

I lean into her, enveloping myself in her sweet scent. “You smell like heaven.”

She laughs. “How do you know what heaven smells like?”

Circling behind her, pulling her hair back. “I don’t. Only speculation. Get on your knees, Layne.” She trembles but slowly gets drops to her knees. “Such a good girl for me.” I gather her hair and braid it. Holding my hand out, “Tie.” Layne hands me the hair tie that’s around her wrist.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice quakes a hint of fear present.

“Everything.”

Chapter twelve

Layne

What the fuck does everything mean?

This is one bad thing about being a virgin. I don’t know what that could mean or what to even expect. I’m kneeling for the psychopath that has been stalking me, allowing him to touch me. Remember that little conversation we had about making better life choices, I’m pretty sure this doesn’t fall in line with that. My stalker circles to where he’s now standing in front of me. “Why’d you braid my hair?” My fingers run over the braid as my gaze stays on him, even though he has the mask on. I’m captivated by the jade-green eyes that are making my panties wet.

“So I have something to grab onto. I’m going to be rough with you in so many sweet ways, Layne.”

His words are like poison and I’m the dumbass that is drinking that shit up. “I don’t want my first time to hurt,” I whisper, a single tear falling down my cheek.

He sighs deeply, running his hand through his tousled hair. “Shit, Layne. I didn’t know you were a virgin…”

I look up at him. Anger coursing through my body. Cutting off his next word, I yell. “Oh, so fucking me when you thought I was already used would’ve been an easier task?” I stand up, but he pushes me back down to my knees.

“Can you shut up for one fucking second? I wasn’t finished.”

I roll my eyes. Stalker doesn’t like that. He crouches so we’re eye-to-eye. “Go ahead Layne, roll your eyes again. Girls that act like brats and that tease, get put on their knees with a cock shoved down their throat. Is that what you want? You want me to treat you like a little slut?”

What the hell are you doing Layne, taunting your stalker! Why are his words turning me on so much? The ache in my core is so intense. Maybe I do want him to treat me like a slut? This is not the best time to find out what kind of kinks we have.

He’s waiting for me to answer him, looking slightly annoyed. I stay silent. With a stifled laugh, he stands up and starts unbuckling his belt.

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