Page 14 of Underneath the Mask

Before I tossed the raven from this morning in the trash, I plucked a decent amount of bloody feathers from its dead body, stuffed them in a ziplock bag, and tucked them in my pocket. Ipull the bag out and retrieve a few feathers. I leave two on the counter and balance the third on one of the sunflowers. Looking at my handiwork has me wishing I’d kept the bird for a second appearance. I check the running stopwatch timer I set on my watch as I walk to the other room to check on my snoozing little masterpiece. Her chest rises and falls steadily. She looks so peaceful while she sleeps. Her face is no longer contorted with fear like it was when she raced down the street away from me the last time we were together.It’s too bad,I think with a sigh. I wouldn’t have minded fingering her until she came. The little slut must be exhausted from her scare this morning. Combined with her pleasure session the other night and recent relapse with late night reading, it’s easy to see why she needs a nap. I want her to be nice and refreshed. As tempting as it might be to rush my plan and take her now, I fight hard to resist the urges pulsing through my body. It’s so tempting to fuck her while she sleeps, but I want to hear her voice, and watch her body tremble with a mix of fear and desire again as she’s overcome with a flood of emotions.

“Maybe in a little while, you tease,” I whisper to her, blowing a kiss, and heading to the entryway, wandering upstairs next.

It’s going to be me and her all alone for the rest of the day. I can’t fucking wait to follow her every move from my cameras while I hide away in the upstairs home office where I plan to set up for the night. Thanks to her voracious reading, I’ve come up with plenty of ideas. Waiting until after it gets dark will be half the fun. When the lights go out and the trick or treaters have had their fill, I’ll be ready for my turn. Once I have her nice and scared, that’s when things are going to really heat up. I lick my lips, thinking about it again. She’s so fucking sexy and tonight I’ll have her all to myself.

Upstairs, I drop my bag off in the office where I’ll be waiting for her tonight, and grab the few items out of it I will need.Then I slink to her bedroom to leave a sexy lingerie set with a note on the bed for her. I even leave her a book based on some of her current reads. Since she’s a bit of a bookstagramer in her free time, it was easy to find her wishlist. There’s another note hidden inside of the book. The look on her face when she gets to that part is going to be worth all the waiting and planning. I smile to myself, thinking about what it says. Working my way back downstairs, I lay a mixture of the bloody feathers I plucked from the raven with fake black feathers on the stairs in clumps. Thanks to the craft store, those feathers were easy to acquire and didn’t require any plucking. I put a few finishing touches on the stairs, then creep back to the main floor to check on my sweet, innocent sleeping beauty.

Right where I left you,I think to myself as my eyes sweep over her. It’s so hard to fight the urge not to go to her. I want to but I can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I slide silently into a chair to watch her sleep a while longer. Of course, I should have known watching could never satisfy me, not with such a perfect victim unaware of the predator lurking inside her home. Desperation overwhelms my senses as I continue to study her supple lips. Lips that are plump and perfect, just begging to wrap around my needy cock while I ram it deep into her throat. It has me daydreaming about how good she sucked it last time. She enjoyed playing with me, using her tongue to lick over my piercing seductively. I bite back a moan as my cock twitches in agreement. I allow my fantasy to continue playing out, imagining the feel of her tight cunt squeezing around my throbbing cock. All the while, my fingers grasp her dainty neck, depriving her of oxygen as I take what I’ve been craving for so long. I want to ram my dick inside of her repeatedly until her eyes fill with tears and she’s begging me to stop.

I’m no longer able to resist the urge to touch her. I want to feel her skin against my own. The movie is almost over. Instinctively,I look down to check the running stopwatch. The clock is ticking away, bringing us closer to our night together. I’ll have to force myself to retreat upstairs. The obsession with running my hands over the curves of her breasts consumes my thoughts. I get up from the chair, standing over Amanda to admire her for just one last moment. Despite myself, I allow my fingers to reach out and play in her hair. They’re out of control, unleashed with a plan of their own. They lightly run down the length of her body, taking extra care to linger on her thigh. My fingers are so tempted to steal a touch. I have no self-control. My hands continue to roam on their own. They slide up the opening of her sweat shorts and beneath her panties. One of my fingertips rubs against her pussy, just a small touch at first, but then I get carried away. Stroking through her folds while she slumbers on the couch. The little slut is so deprived of a man’s attention she moans softly in her sleep, flexing her hips, trying to find the friction my fingertip created. Unable to deny her, my finger travels against her a few more times before it slips inside of her. She gasps in her sleep. It’s so hard to walk away when she’s already begging for my touch, responding to me with so much need. Amanda moans again as I slip another finger in, curling it as I pump in and out slowly. She stirs and her eyelashes flutter. I know it’s time to retreat. Staying only puts me at risk of her catching me before I am ready for her to know I’m here. I pull the two fingers I slipped inside of her from her wet cunt, bringing them to my mouth and sucking her savory juices from each finger.That pussy is going to taste delicious later tonight,I think as I slip away to retire to my hiding spot upstairs. I know her tendencies like the back of my hand and she never once in all my weeks of watching her has entered the other bedroom where an office sits untouched most days. Tonight, it will be my secret sanctuary.

seventeen

5:00 PM

Amanda

The silence of the TV, and glow from the setting sun wake me like they have almost every day since I took my leave from work. I yawn then stretch, kicking the blanket off myself and returning it to the bin beside the couch. The house is quiet, and the sun beams in through the window like it’s informing me Halloween is about to begin. I check my phone. There’s a missed text from my boyfriend telling me he got pulled into an emergency meeting for the event tonight and won’t be on time. I’m not surprised. In fact, I don’t even know why I got my hopes up thinking he would actually spend my favorite holiday with me.

It’s probably unfair of me to be upset with him. He worked really hard for the opportunity to become a partner at work. I know he wants to prove he can support us both. If I’m being honest with myself, I’m considering his offer, but he needs to understand, depending on another person like that when we aren’t even married makes me uncomfortable. I’ve given it alot of thought and I’m still considering moving part time as a compromise, or taking up Erica on her business opportunity.

It’s complicated though and our perfect, sexless relationship is confusing the fuck out of me. Everything feels so hot and cold right now. It has me second guessing if our relationship can handle these changes. Honestly, my recent behavior has me questioning my morals. I can’t think about this right now. A glance out the back door alerts me it’s getting dark out. I have plenty of things I would rather do to pass the time waiting for him. Which includes setting out the bowl of candy. Fuck! The dead bird on the front porch. I’m going to have to move it off the welcome mat. Ugh. I trudge groggily to the kitchen to retrieve the bowl of candy and look for something to move the dead body. I grab the broom from the pantry first, then reach for the bowl on the countertop. As I pick up the bowl from the counter, I notice bloody black feathers strewn next to the vase of sunflowers. My pulse quickens and my eyes dart around everywhere.What the fuck is going on?Is he creeping around the house, messing with me? Shut the fuck up, Amanda. All the alarms are set and he would have to break inside. Don’t do this.My mind is racing.

No matter what, I’m going to have to work up enough courage to scoop it into the bushes so the trick or treaters don’t see it. I really, really don’t want to. Maybe we can just skip trick or treat this year. Ugh, I know I can’t actually do that. I take a deep breath and with the bowl full of candy; I scurry to the front door, ready to bravely push the dead bird into the bushes with the broom. To my surprise, when I open the front door, the bird is gone. In its place is a black mask with neon colored threading. I kick it to the side right into the bushes, then inspect the porch quickly. There’s no sign of the bird anywhere, and the neighbors probably think I’m insane. Especially after my mad dash inside this morning and the crazy kicking going on right now. I setdown the bowl and rush back inside, trying to avoid drawing any more attention to myself. I slam the door shut behind me, locking it, and squeeze my eyes shut, then fall against the wall. This is all too much. I should have spent the day with Erica instead of home alone. She was doing the trick-or-treat street at the shop tonight for the neighborhood kids. I’ve tried calling the police, but it’s useless. No one believes me about anything that’s been happening. My fear consumes me, making it hard to focus. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. When I open my eyes, they land on the stairs. I scream, bolting for the bedroom. The stairs are covered in black feathers, just like the bird. I take them two or three at a time, trying my best not to land on any, then flying down the hall to the perceived safety of my bedroom.

My heart is beating out of my chest, but it doesn’t stop me from noticing something out of place. On the bed is a gift bag with a card. I cautiously empty the contents to find some sexy lingerie and a book. I open the card. Inside is another note. The handwriting matches the note on the flowers earlier. It reads, “Put this on and enjoy the book.”

I’m not sure what to think.Who is this from?It has to be from my man, obviously. Or am I losing my mind?Once again, my thoughts overwhelm my thoughts. I stand with my back against the locked bedroom door, arms crossed, glaring at the gift bag, contemplating whether or not to put the lingerie on. A glance at the time on my phone lets me know it’s late enough. I can get away with a call to check on him. Trying my best to take deep breaths and remain calm, I tap on his phone number and wait for the line to ring. He answers right away, catching me off guard.

“Hey, babe.” He’s nonchalant, like nothing is wrong. “I’m just wrapping up here.”

“Okay,” I squeak out, fighting back the tears.

“Is everything alright?” He asks, immediately concerned.

“I’m just having a weird night. That’s all,” I confess.

“I’ll be home soon, baby. Why don’t you take a shower and read for a little while? Enjoy yourself and I’ll be home before you know it. I’m sorry I am running late.”

I nod my reply as if he can see me through the phone, then recover. “Okay, I guess I can take a shower while I wait for you to get here. It’s too bad you aren’t here to take on with me.”

He giggles uncomfortably. “See you soon, love you,” he says sweetly.

“Love you too,” I reply before hanging up.

Hearing his voice made me feel a lot better, and knowing he’s on his way home soon calms my nerves. Based on his suggestion that I take a shower and read a book, I think it’s safe to assume the gifts are from him. I mean, obviously, who else can it realistically be? There’s no way anyone got in without setting off the alarm. No one else has access to my wish list to know this book is on there. I grab the lingerie, taking it with me to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Water always helps me feel better. It’s just what I need to relax and focus. Tonight is going to be much needed. I’m literally counting down the minutes until date night is going to begin. All my sexual frustration is pent up and I’m ready to lose control.

eighteen

7:00 PM

Mask

This 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 outof 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.

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