Page 46 of Whispers of Obsession

Unknown number

It’s cute that you think you can tell me no. I’m not playing games here, Cora. Do as I say, or I start releasing your texts to Mr. Spiro to everyone in school.

With adrenaline coursing through me, I double-check the lock and move away from the door. Looking around the space, I wonder where’s best to do this. I don’twantto, but I want those messages released even less. What choice is there?

I glance at one of the toilets in the open stalls, scrunching my nose up in disgust. I don’t want to sit on the toilet and do this. I try leaning back against the sink, but it digs into me. It’s too uncomfortable. There’s no way I’ll be able to do what he wants.

My gaze snags on the radiator on the far wall, wide and low enough to perch on and thankfully it’s not on, so I won’t burn my ass in the process. I make my choice and move.

Once I’m in place, I flick open the button of my jeans and slowly lower the zipper, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and rolling it. With one hand on my phone, I hit play on the masked man’s video and slide the other into my jeans.

I screw my eyes closed and my phone immediately vibrates.

I don’t need to read it, I know he’ll be chastising me for closing my eyes, but I do anyway because all my life I’ve been taughtto be good.

Unknown number

You can’t watch the video if your eyes are closed, my sweet slut.

My core pulses. At his words? At the video? At the illicitness of what I’m doing, or the fact that I now knowfor surethat he’s watching me? Maybe all of those things.

I push my fingers further into my jeans, conscious of the fact that I came to school with no underwear today and the denim is already soaked. Fuck. That could be embarrassing.

Flicking my attention back to the video, I watch. Now that I know what happens, I’m able to relax a little and don’t feel sick to my stomach about who’s in my room. Knowing it’s the masked man,mymasked man as I’m coming to think of him, makes me feel relieved.

I should probably be freaked out, sickened, horrified, but I’m not. There’s something about him, something about his presence and the emotions that he evokes in me, that I’m coming to crave.

My finger circles my clit, and I clamp my lips together to hold back a whimper. There’s something wrong with me.Good girlsdon’t get off in public bathrooms to videos of themselves being assaulted by a stranger, but when he stands and releases his cock, a rush of wetness coats my thighs.

Unknown number

Don’t come. Take yourself to the edge as many times as you need, but you do NOT have permission to finish.

Fuck, he means business. I increase the pace because I'm a glutton for punishment. I don’t want to draw this out. The thought flashes into my mind that going slow would make me even later for class, but I know that’s not why I want to go fast.

I don’t give a shit about being late for class. I chuff a laugh. He was right. I don’t care now, and that didn’t take long at all.

No. Now I want to play his game. I want to chase my pleasure. I part my lips as, on the video, he pushes his thumb into my mouth for the first time. I wish I had my hands free to mirror the action, but I need to hold my phone to keep watching.

Instead, I push my thumb south, between the lips of my pussy and into my tight channel, before pulling it free and sliding it between my lips. I suck, enjoying the taste, and my eyes gleam at the praise that comes through in his next message.

Unknown number

Such a good fucking girl. I knew you loved it. Show me how much. Pull those jeans down to your dainty little ankles and show me what’s mine.

This time, I can’t stop the helpless mewl slipping from my lips. Using both hands, I hook my thumbs into my belt loops and shimmy my jeans down my hips before bringing my phone back up to eye level to watch the video.

The masked man is jerking himself now. Violent, angry actions that make me pulse with need. My fingers find their own way back to my clit without any further instruction.

My heartbeat echoes in my ears, mingling with my pants, his actions on screen further fueling my desire until my phone vibrates again. The message pops up on screen without me having to do anything, and the words make me shiver.

Unknown number

Such a pretty pink pussy, Cora. How did it taste?

“Good,” I moan into the silent, empty room. “It tastes so good.”

As my fingers dance against my sensitive flesh, I can’t help my moans. It’s easy to forget where I am, zeroing in on the phone screen before me and losing myself in my touch. My fingers match the pace of the masked man’s erratic thrusts.

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