Page 6 of Playing With Piper

“I never said-”

“You didn’t have to. Spread your fucking legs, Piper,” he grits out the words, and I shiver. He saw it. I know he did because he cocks his head to the side. I’m almost positive I heard him laugh, too. My chest expands, pushing my breasts out slightly, as I inhale deeply. My legs fall open further, and I stare at the man in an effort to gauge his reaction. I’m positive, now, that he made a noise. Not a laugh this time, but a hiss. A quick inhale. Satisfaction? I don’t let myself dwell on it long before I slip my hand down to spread my fingers through my wetness.

Before I can blink, he’s on me. His hand grips mine tight to stop me from touching my aching pussy. Iwait for him to make a move. I flex my hand, trying to shake him off.

“It’s my turn to play with you, Piper,” the man tells me. I stare at him for a moment. His dark hair peeks out around the mask. His jeans cling to all the right spots, and his plain black hoodie offers no information about him.

“This isn’t a fair game,” I tell him. I have no reason to drag this out. I’m not sure why I am, if the puddle between my legs is any indication of how badly I want him to touch me.

“I never said it was a fair game,” he shrugs before slipping his fingers up to toy with my clit. I hiss in relief.

“What’s your name?” I ask him stupidly. His thumb swirls at my clit while his middle finger teases my entrance. I bite my lip, choking on a moan when he slips his finger into me fully. I grip at his wrist.

“My name doesn’t matter. You’ll be too fucked out to speak,” he teases. My eyes roll when he dips another finger in, pumping them slowly.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I choke out through a moan when he pushes his fingers impossibly deeper. He quickens his pace, and I hold my breath. He pushes into me faster, and I gnaw at my lip.

“Jesus has nothing to do with this,” he mumbles out. My heart nearly stops when he pushes his mask up, just enough to reveal his plump lips and sharp jaw, before attacking my cunt with his mouth. My backarches, and I gasp when he pushes himself further between my thighs, making more room for his broad shoulders.

He laps at my pussy like a man starved. Tongue twirling around my aching clit, the man moans. He fuckingmoansagainstmypussy. I whine at the feeling, and it only encourages him. I choke down the part of me that wants to feel bad about this. How could something so wrong feel so right? Is it really so bad to let a stranger, albeit my stalker, eat me out while simultaneously fucking me with his fingers? Forgive me father for being horny. God forbid a girl gets laid.

The vibrations, his thick fucking fingers, and the warmth of his tongue push me so close to the edge, and I can’t stop myself from falling. Wordlessly, I clench my thighs around his head as my legs shake with my orgasm. I bury my head into my pillows, one hand gripping onto my sheets in an effort to keep me grounded.

My trembling does nothing to dissuade him, though, and he continues to suck and nip at my sensitive clit. Only when I shove his shoulders does he finally pull away. He slips the mask down too fast for me to make out any other defining features, but I’m positive the asshole was smirking.

“Why me?” I ask, panting from exhaustion. My eyes beg to close, but I force myself to keep them open.

“Because you’ve always been mine, Piper. I’m just reminding you of that,” he says firmly. Somethingwashes over me when he says it, though I’m not sure what. Some fucked up sense of flattery, perhaps. Whatever it is causes my stomach to stir and my inhibitions to crumble.

“What makes you think I belong to you?” I furrow my brows.

“You told me yourself,” he says, tilting his head. Moonlight reflects off the white lines of his mask, and I shiver.Whothe hell is this guy?

Chapter Six

Piper

I may act like a slut when it’s completely uncalled for, but I’m almost positive that I’ve never told amanthat I belong to him. A woman, most definitely, but a man? May lightning strike me down if I ever become that desperate.

I gape at the man, squinting in irritation. There’s something about him that simmers my anger down just a bit. Something familiar in the way he seems to genuinely care about me, but I guess that makes sense. Being that he’s a stalker and all. In some deranged, twisted way it does feel comforting that he chose me to be obsessed with.

“And when exactly was this? When did I ever tell you that you own me?” I cross my arms over mybare chest defensively. Warm hands run up my bare legs, squeezing gently.

“The first time I had you. You promised me that you were mine for that night and every night after. You’re not one to break promises, Piper. Why start now?”

He says the words so gently that I almost want to cry, but something else in me stirs. Fear. I had only ever promised my loyalty to one man—the one I'd loved since middle school—and he left me too soon after. I burned him from every single memory I had to spare myself the ache that settled into my bones without him. I had never told anyone else about him–about Blade– after he disappeared on me with no heads up.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I mutter, pulling my legs away from him while I scoot further up the bed. I hear him sigh and watch as he shifts closer to me.

“Come on, Pi-”

“Get the fuck away from me, you fucking psycho! I don’t know who the hell you think you are or what you think you know, but I’m two seconds away from calling the cops!” I screech at him.

“Please, calm down, baby,” he’s nearly begging me as he climbs up the bed. I cower away from him. My chest aches with the ashen memories of Blade. Tears burn my vision, and I’m lost to the thought of a lost love. A betrayal that nearly ruined me. Maybe it fucked me up so bad that my willingness to sleep with a psycho stems from it.

A rough hand grips my face, holding my gaze to face him. He pulls my face so close to his that I can feel his breath fanning my cheeks through the cloth mask covering the lower half of his face. I stiffen, staring at the white lines that make up the jawbone of a skull on the fabric. His tongue darts out from the bottom of his mask, warmth spreading over my cheek as he licks the salty tears from my face. My eyes flicker up to him and before I can think twice, I’m pushing my lips to cover his through the mask.

“I know you,” I mumble against his lips, tangling my hands into his hair while pulling myself closer. He hums in agreement.

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