Page 3 of Underneath the Mask

I nod my head, unable to speak for a moment as I process the situation.

“Your boyfriend was just telling us you think someone followed you on your way home tonight. Did you get a good look at them and can you give us a description?” He questions.

“Um,” I stammer. “It was pretty dark and there were a lot of shadows in the alley.”

“Hey that’s okay,” the other officer chimes in. “There’s been a pretty recent uptick in crime. It might not be a bad idea to pick up some pepper spray or reevaluate your transportation plans,” he suggests, trying his best to be helpful.

I nod.

”Well, without a lot of details, unfortunately, there’s not much we can do. We will drive through the alleys and watch for any suspicious behavior. Call us back if it happens again.”

“I understand officers.” I thank them politely and then scurry past them all to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, there’s a giant pot of chicken noodle soup simmering on the stove. I take a deep inhale before grabbing two bowels from the cupboard. On the counter is freshly sliced bread. I sigh. He’s a great guy. I really am lucky to have him. I just wish we were more compatible in the bedroom. But what he lacks for being vanilla, he more than makes up for when it comes to caring for me. As I spoon us each a bowl of soup, I overhearone of the officers’ voices carry through the hallway. I pause, straining to hear what he’s saying.

“You should look into a camera system, sir. A lot of your neighbors have them. You can pick them up for around a few hundred dollars and pay for live monitoring or just casually monitor them yourself from an app on your phone. If someone is following your girlfriend home, you can bet a camera system will pick it up. Talk to your neighbors and ask around. Maybe someone caught something on video tonight. If anything turns up, call us back. Otherwise, have a good night, and really the best way to prevent crimes like this is to keep the situation from happening to begin with. If you can pick her up from work or she can carpool with a friend, it really would be a much safer choice now that it gets dark earlier.” I hear the door open, then close.

When he comes into the kitchen, he offers me a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry. They weren’t overly helpful.” He chuckles. “But Amanda, seriously think about letting me just give you a ride. You heard them. It’s not safe.”

I stare him down, refusing to give up control of my freedom to get myself to and from work. “They said crime was up. What else is new? Crime always increases this time of year. We live in a decent area and most of our neighbors have cameras.”

“Is that what you heard?” He asks, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, just quit your job and then you wouldn’t have to worry about any of it. I’ve told you I make more than enough money to take care of both of us.”

I take my bowl of soup and a slice of bread, then sulk my way to a chair at the island. Not this again. My mother and him both have made it clear they want me to settle down, get married, and start popping out babies. Working gives me a sense of purpose. Neither one of them understands what it’s like to save lives. I sigh, slurping up my dinner. We eat at the island in silence. Hetinkers with work stuff on his tablet and I’m happy to read on my phone.

Right as I finish, he’s scooping the bowl from in front of me and leans in for a kiss on my cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m selfish.”

“It’s okay,” I mumble, appreciating his apology. It’s not like he did anything wrong. All he’s trying to do is protect me.

“I just could never live without you, Amanda. You don’t understand how much I love you. Everything about you is amazing, and I know I could never love anyone but you.”

His confession catches me off guard, but I lean into it. Standing up from my chair, I wrap my arms around him and go in for a kiss. His lips brush mine softly. He’s always so goddamn gentle with me, as if he’s terrified of hurting me. I kiss him harder and he pulls back.

“Come on, I’ll tuck you in. I still have some work to finish up, but you should get some rest.” He whispers against my lips.

My mood instantly deflates. I don’t want to rest. I was hoping we could have sex, but I guess this is just him protecting me and trying to be a good guy. I shouldn’t say that. He is a good guy. I’m just not used to being taken care of like this. It’s like anymore he’s never interested in hooking up. I’m not sure what is going on between us. It feels like we are both trapped in a sexless roommate stage with our relationship and it leaves me questioning where things are headed. Then he tells me to quit my job. This man is so confusing. Despite my mixed emotions, I help him clean up and then we trudge upstairs together. He’s going to work all night and I guess that means one handed reading for me. I still have needs and if he’s not going to take care of them, then I’ll take care of them myself.

three

Mask

Mask

In the cover of the alley, I lean against the corner of her garage. The shadows cast an added layer of darkness over everything. We’re separated by only a small courtyard where the patio furniture glows beneath small bursts of lightning. It’s been storming off and on all night, filling the air with the wet, musty smell of damp leaves. I’m all alone just waiting for my muse to appear in her window and my thoughts are running wild about the imposter we encountered on our way home tonight.

She’s mine. No one else is allowed to follow her like that. Her body is for my eyes only, and this fucker just had to ruin the little game I was playing. All I know is I’m only giving him the one warning. If I catch anyone following my girl again, I’ll fucking kill them. I don’t care if it’s the same person or not. I check the time on my watch and feel my jaw tick impatiently. Any moment now, the show will begin. My cock twitches with excitement, the anticipation making my thoughts run wild, imagining the things I can only watch from my secret hiding spot.

Finally, the light flips on in her bedroom and I watch greedily as she waltzes into the room. My eyes follow her, knowing exactly where she will wander. They track her every movement, savoring each moment. She has no idea I’m watching, which only makes my heart beat faster, and my dick grow harder. I almost want her to catch me. The thrill of it consumes me as I imagine she invites me up to her bedroom and forces me to act out the pages of her books together, allowing me to finish her off at exactly the same time the words do. I can almost hear her in my fantasy, begging me to fill her with my cock. Realizing I’ve become distracted, I shake my head. I have to stop myself if I want to come at the same time she does.

My focus snaps back to Amanda. She’s on a mission to select the perfect book to crawl into bed with. My sweet siren stands in front of the pile of books, wearing nothing but a robe that is much too small for her. The edges of the hem just barely sweep across the round curve of her ass cheeks. When she walks it bounces across her sun-kissed skin, giving me glimpses of more.

Her book pile is where I got the idea for the mask, which came in handy earlier tonight. It was from a book she read a few weeks ago. When I looked it up to read, I found out it involves a masked villain. He made stalking his victim his entire personality. After I read it, I knew it was perfect. The main character and I have so much in common.

I bite my lip and moan softly, rubbing my hand just briefly across my stiff cock. Watching her is a god damn treat, and I can’t help but to indulge. She eventually makes her selection, then settles into bed. It’s only a matter of time before she’s reaching down between her legs to touch herself and her neglected pussy.It’s been over a month since the last time—I stop myself from finishing the thought.

My hand slides beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, gripping my throbbing dick, desperate for relief. I stroke myselfsoftly at first, denying myself the pleasure of a firmer grasp. Each time my fingers roll over the barbell of my piercing, I suck in my breath and stifle another moan. I keep the same rhythm as Amanda as she dips her fingers between her folds and drags them over herself. She pauses for a moment, reaching into her bedside table to retrieve a toy. I watch on eagerly, still stroking my shaft as pre-cum leaks out from my excitement.

The way she runs the vibrating silicone over her clit has me aching to be inside of her. I’m rock hard from my front-row seat to her super secret pleasure hour. My tongue wets my jealous lips as she caresses all her favorite spots, building her orgasm until she gets to the end of the scene in her book. I continue to match her speed, enjoying the way my own orgasm is building. I watch greedily, all the while wishing it was my tongue bringing her this level of pleasure. My mouth salivates at the mere thought of tasting her sweet juices upon my hungry lips.Soon it will be my tongue.Patience, not yet. Not until we know for certain the imposter is no longer a threat, not until I’ve had my fun. She’s always had a taste for the dangerous, the forbidden—I’m just giving her what she’s always wanted. I know deep down she’s going to love everything I have planned for the two of us.

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