Page 3 of Playing With Piper

“Cat got your tongue, Piper? I can see the gears turning in your head, but I promise you’ll never figure it out. A sweet dumb thing like you just isn’t capable of it,” the man continues taunting. I scoff at his insult.

“I am not dumb,” I roll my eyes. I’m offended, truly, because who does this asshole think he is?

“Then, why do you leave your doors unlocked, Piper?” The condescension drips from every syllable the man on the phone utters.

“My car doors are locked, asshole,” I reply confidently, though I click the button again, just to be sure.Laughter echoes through my phone speakers.He’s actually laughing right now?

“Not those doors, Piper. Come on, use that brain inside that pretty little head of yours,” he condescends.

It takes a minute to wash over me, but when it does, the realization sends a chill down my spine. I’m not that reckless. Of course, I locked the doors before leaving home earlier. Ialwayslock my doors before leaving.Right?Doubt begins to fill my subconscious as I try to remember going through the motions of locking the door, and I can’t. Maybe, I’m overthinking it. But how would he know unless he’s there?

I straighten my posture before responding to him.

“So, you broke into my house? Thanks for letting me know, so I can call the cops,” I reply smoothly. He chuckles softly, and I furrow my brows.

“Come on, baby. If you were really gonna call the cops, then you wouldn’t be on the phone with me still. That little brain of yours is so sick and twisted that youwantme to be inside your home. Youwantme to hunt you down. Don’t you, you sweet dumb thing?” His voice is so taunting, yet his words are so alluring, and I find myself biting my lip at his teasing.

“Answer me, Piper,” The man commands. I’m not even sure why I do, but I obey.

“Yes,” my voice is merely a whisper, and I cringe at the shameful confession. He lets out a low groan, almost a growl, and it sends a chill straight through me and a heat rushing to my core. Oh my god, am I really that desperate to get laid that I’d fuck some psychopath?Really, Piper? Stand up.

Once I finish berating myself, I avert my attention back to the fact that I’m still sitting in the parking lot. The car is silent as I finally shift to reverse, driving toward my home. The tension inside me builds as I near my house. I jump when the man’s voice breaks me from my thoughts. I hadn’t realized that he was still on the line, and I feel like an idiot for letting this go on. I’ve never been known to make good decisions, and apparently, I won’t be starting now.

“I hope you’re good at hiding. I’ll be seeing you, Piper,” He mocks like this is some sort of game. Some twisted adult game of hide and seek. I breathe out a sigh of relief when the line goes dead, but I can’t deny how enthralled I am at the implications of his words.

Chapter Three

Piper

I came to a realization in my car on the drive home. Well, two realizations, actually. One, slight arousalmightactually be my fear response. Two, I am entirely too turned on for this to be anormalfear response. Oddly enough, I’m not bothered by either of those things enough tonotgo home.

The tension in my body eases as I pull into my driveway. All the usual cars sit comfortably on the street the same way they always do, and my house looks untouched from the outside. I sigh and pull my keys from the ignition. Quickly, I wedge my keys through my fingers creating a makeshift weapon. For the first time tonight, I’m doing something thatmakes sense.

I stare at my door for a minute before finally releasing a sigh and walking up my porch. My porch light clicks on with my movement, eliciting a startled yelp from my mouth. I groan at myself.Chill out, Piper,I berate myself. Reaching my hand out, I turn my doorknob and smirk when it doesn’t give. Giving it one more tug, a wave of satisfaction rolls through me.

“Told you so,” I mutter under my breath. Annoyance floods through my body. Of course, it was a prank call. It’s bothersome how disappointed I am by this realization. Am I really lacking that much validation and attention that I was willing to seek it out from some creep on the phone? I guess we all have our flaws. Adjusting my keys, I unlock the door and step inside quickly. I cringe when my wet shoes hit the dry floor.My poor rug.I sigh in ultimate defeat while dropping my keys onto the console table beside the front door.

Staring mindlessly at the floor, I shrug my jacket off. I freeze when I notice it. Muddy footprints paint the wooden floor of the entryway and disappear into the hallway. My ears buzz, and my skin prickles. Every bone in my body aches with tension as I force myself to remain deathly still. My ears perk up as I listen for movement somewhere in my house. A minute later, I release a bated breath while relaxing slightly. I’m almost positive I forgot something inside before I left for work today, which isn’t surprising considering I do it too often to keep track of. Obviously, the muddytracks belong to me. They’re dried out too, and I’ve been at work all day.

I roll my eyes at my stupidity. I sigh deeply as I make my way to the bathroom. I turn the faucet handle causing a spray of water to steadily stream out. I strip my clothes off quickly and step into the warm spray.

I moan as the warm water runs down my bare breasts, slipping further down my body. I suck in a breath as the water rolls over my already wet core. My hands move slowly over my chest, lightly grazing my nipples. I bite my lip as I give them a quick pinch. A wave of arousal floods through me. I continue teasing my hardening nipples as the water ripples over my body.

My thoughts are plagued with the man on the phone. As one hand continues toying with my breasts, the other slips down between my thighs. I close my eyes as my fingers brush against my clit, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. A soft whimper escapes my throat as I continuously pinch my clit between my fingers. An orgasm is quickly approaching as I rub quick circles, biting my lip. My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I feel myself teetering on the edge of pleasure.

I’m not sure why I do it, but I pull my hand away before I can finish. I huff out a breath as I try to calm my racing heart. After a few moments, my hand slips back to my throbbing pussy. I bite my lip as I tease myself, slowly sinking a single finger into myaching cunt. I hiss at the small stretch. It had been entirely too long since the last time I’d been fucked. Pumping my finger slowly, I work myself up to add another. I moan out as I stretch further around my own fingers, and I wait, allowing myself to adjust to the additional digit.

After a few moments, I slip my fingers deeper, slowly at first. A moment later, my head is spinning. Images of the mystery man flood my mind as I pump faster, my palm tapping against my aching clit. My thighs tremble as my orgasm rapidly approaches once again. This time, I let out a string of short moans as I come. My eyes are clenched shut as I work myself through it. Aftershocks wrack my body as I continue circling my clit. My fingers slow while I ride out my orgasm before eventually stopping. I breathe deeply while leaning against the wall of the shower.

After my pulse slows and my head clears, I begin scrubbing my body with my washcloth. I clean myself, careful when I clean my chest since my nipples are slightly sore.

Once I’m clean and my hair is washed, I turn the faucet off and slip out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a clean towel, I step out of the bathroom and carefully walk down the hall. Wet footprints follow in my wake, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.

I stop in the hallway as something on the wall nags for my attention. It takes me longer than I’d ever admit to realize what exactly feels out of place. When Inotice it, my pulse quickens. The last picture that usually hangs on my wall is missing, leaving an empty hook in its place. Trepidation swirls in my stomach as I turn to face my open bedroom door.

My muscles ache from the tension and suspense, and I’m not sure how long I stand there staring at my room. More specifically, the piece of paper resting at the end of my bed. I creep towards the foot of my bed and stand there, hovering over the taunting words.

READY ORNOT…

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