Page 16 of Grave Obsession

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.

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