Page 18 of Grave Obsession

“The first cock you’re willingly going to suck?”

“Yes.” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to all of this. He will undoubtedly hold me to my word. The thought thrills me.

“Your first orgasm?”

“Yes.” It comes out as a breathy moan as I start to touch myself. Gathering up my wetness and circling my clit.

“Yeah, just like that, baby. You’re such a good girl for me. Is your first fuck going to belong to me too, little siren?”

I look him straight in the mask and say, “Yes.”

That’s his undoing. Watching him fall apart because of me is the single most arousing thing I’ve ever seen. He growls out my name and a string of expletives as cum begins to spurt out of his cock. He gathers it up in his left hand as he works himself through his release. When he’s done, he smears it on my window, right next to the bloody heart. He tucks himself back into his pants and zips up.

“What the fuck, Ghost?” I’m going to have to clean my window before anyone sees the blood and cum spread all over it.

“I was going to let you cum, but now I think I’ll make you wait until you’re ready to let me do it myself,” he chuckles to himself. With that, he turns and recedes into the darkness.

Chapter Sixteen

Mallory

The early morning light shines through my window and its beams land directly on my face. I stir awake and am blinded by the intensity of the glare coming off the glass. I roll over in bed, pulling the blanket up and over my head. How could I have been so careless and stupid last night? Engaging in whatever that was with my stalker will only drive his obsession with me to new heights. He is also a massive asshole. He got off and then left, just like I was worried he would do. Just like society tells us that men only want one thing, and when they get it you’re history. Ghost is such a gigantic, itchy asshole. I doubt I’ll ever see him again now. I’m pissed. Screaming into my pillow doesn’t help to relieve any of the tension I’m feeling. After he basically evaporated into thin air, I spent an embarrassingly long time trying to finish myself off. Every time I thought I was almost there, self-doubt would creep in, every insecurity would surface, and I would tumble back down the mountain. Forever unable to reach the peak and fall into orgasmic bliss.

Lugging myself out of bed, I head over to close the curtains. Seeing the remnants of our last two encounters has the butterflies reawakening in my belly. What the hell, Mallory? You’re supposed to be mad at him. My mounting frustration is itching for an outlet. I’m going to clean that fucking window today and paint the library. That should hopefully burn off all the pent-up emotions I’m drowning in. Snapping the black, velvety curtains shut, I turn and leave the room. Coffee first, as always, and then I’ll do a coat of paint. Then clean the windows and do a second coat. If that doesn’t ward off my feelings, then I have laundry to fold and a post office to go to. My day is filling up fast, so much for relaxing and enjoying my days off.

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I am dripping sweat and splattered with little drops of the dark purple paint, but the room looks so much better already. The nagging urge to wash my bedroom window hasn’t gone away. It's actually gotten much worse, like a constant brain itch. The longer I wait, the more of a chance there is that Ghost will show up. If he’s even still interested in me anymore after last night. Should I even care? Probably not. Then why do I want to see him again?

I chug down a glass of water and splash some on my face to cool myself down. Looking out the kitchen window, I scan my backyard. I don’t see him or anyone else. He won’t be outside, right? It’s the middle of the day. He probably has a day job since I only see him at night. I’m sure it will be fine, I’ll try to be quick. I’ll just need to get the ladder from the shed but that won’t be too hard. Okay, psyching myself up, I put my earbuds in, grab my glass cleaner and cloth and head outside.

Ghost

Oh, this is new. She’s actually outside today. See, I’m doing good things for her already. She’s dug the ladder out and is dragging it across the lawn. Clearly not giving a shit about the trench she’s creating behind her from the legs of the ladder gouging the ground as she makes her way to her bedroom window. What is she doing? She props the ladder up against the house and heads for the hose, dragging it closer to the window. Oh, fuck no. She will not erase my marks upon her life. She turns the nozzle and no water comes out, there is a kink, I can see it from here. There’s a steady drip leaking out from where the spray gun is attached to the hose and it’s like I can see what happens next in slow motion. With the sprayer still in her hand, she uses her other hand to untangle the hose. What I can only imagine is ice cold water starts spraying out from under the poorly attached nozzle, causing her to tense up and pull the trigger. Effectively drenching her entire body. She’s fucking screaming. She’s shocked and pissed and it’s hilarious.

She stomps over to the tap and turns it off. Removing her ear buds, she goes to place them next to her phone over on the front step. She struggles for the next few minutes to try and get the nozzle aligned properly but it continues to leak no matter what. Giving up, she goes back to the window and opens the ‘A’ shaped ladder. She’s dripping water all over it as she starts to climb. By the third step she slips. She catches herself but my heart has jumped into my throat and my anxiety is increasing. She climbs back down, thank the Lord, I doubt she would let her stalker drive her to the hospital after she falls and breaks a leg. She’s wrung out her hair and put it in a bun that’s reminiscent of the day we met. Then she does something I never would have expected; she takes off her shirt, it makes a wet smacking sound as it hits the ground in a pile. Fuck me. Her wet leggings hug her form like a second skin and it’s taking all of my willpower not to emerge from the trees.

She runs off to the shed, disappearing inside. What’s she doing? She emerges with a few rags in her hand. Ah, smart girl, I know those converse high tops have no grip and you don’t want to be punished for making the same mistake twice. She’s bent over now, drying off the rungs of the ladder and my cock is ready to rip a hole through my pants to get to her. Up she goes, spraying the glass cleaner thoroughly over the pane as she gets higher. Working from the top in a downward swipe she erases my marks. Her beautiful body is on display as she cleans the right half of the glass. Finished, she climbs down and moves to the other side. As she ascends I grab my mask from my back pocket and slide it on.

I move quickly and quietly across the yard. I want her cornered on that ladder, unable to escape me. I’m almost there, she’s so oblivious, such a good little prey. I see the moment she realizes she’s not alone anymore, she tenses and holds her breath. Oh it’s too late for you, love, you’re mine now. I know she can see me in the reflection of the glass, it’s squeaky clean now. There's no smudges to obscure the predator that’s inching up the ladder behind her.

Chapter Seventeen

Mallory

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. I just had to clean the window. Now I’m going to die. Strangled to death by this maniac. Do I jump? I’d survive. Best case scenario, I sprain my ankle and die a few feet away, tackled under his humongous body. Worst case scenario, I get tangled in the ladder and break my leg before dying.

His voice rumbles from behind me, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Goosebumps spread across my body and an involuntary shiver overcomes me. He knew I was going to bolt. His hands wrap around my ankles, pulling my feet as far apart as the ladder frame will allow. He slides his hands up the outside of my calves, making his way up to my thighs.

“I’ve waited so long for this and it's still better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” He steps up onto the first rung, hands gripping the front of my thighs. He dives face first into my ass, inhaling deeply. What in the actual fuck? A growl rumbles up from somewhere deep inside him and it has my insides turning to goo. I have a death grip on the top of this ladder, making sure we both don’t fall as he touches me. His left hand leaves my thigh to grab onto the frame while his right hand moves around to the back of my thigh. He's slowly working his way up, like he’s committing every second of this to memory, until he’s palming my right buttock. There’s a gentle caress and then he bites me, right on the ass. Hard. I’m shocked, utterly speechless, this guy is a fucking animal.

“I wish there was nothing between us,” he says, resting his masked forehead on my lower back, “I long to devour you.” Oh… That did something to me. My arse is throbbing as he rubs and kneads my tender flesh. I’m trying so hard to be silent, I know my cries will only spur him on and drag this out. I’m hot all over, biting my lip to keep silent. I can feel the brush of the tip of his nose along my lower back, it's gentle and intimate, I regretfully start to relax into his touch. Then I feel his tongue dragging up my spine. I gasp, tense up again, then slam my mouth shut. Did he take his mask off? I could turn around faster than he could pull it back on, I'm sure of it. But then I would be ruining whatever this is. I don’t know what it says about me that I’m not hating it. However, I do know that I don’t want it to end just yet.

His dark chuckle rumbles from behind me, “Let me hear you, baby,” he says. His hand moves up the side of my body and I suddenly become extremely aware that I am shirtless, and this black, lace bralette leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Closing my eyes, I swallow down my mortification. I have never been touched like this, it’s new and scary; both overwhelming and perfect. His fingers drag along my skin, slightly under the band of my bra, my pulse hammering in my ears. There’s no clear path his fingers are following, but they’re leaving fire in their wake. Two fingers dip into the waistband of my leggings, following its course around my body. My pussy clenches and I suppress a moan. Abruptly, his hand leaves my body and I'm disappointed. Did I do something wrong? Why did he stop?

Smack! Searing pain shoots through my right ass cheek, intensifying the dull ache from his bite mark. Holy shit, he spanked me. What the fuck?

“Stop denying me the sweet sound of your voice.” The low register of his voice fills me with anticipation. He’s alternating between groping and rubbing where he just slapped me, soothing the sting.

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