Page 5 of Playing With Piper

Tugging my arms tighter around my naked body, I curse myself for being so boldly insane earlier. It’s freezing in the basement, and there’s no telling if my seeker would actually find me here since the door is hidden. I want to feel proud of my quick thinking, but part of me is disappointed at the thought of him not finding me. Of our game being over before the funreallystarts.

I glance around looking for a place to hide. My eyes land on the wooden hutch collecting dust in the corner of the small room. I grimace as I look at the ugly thing, but it’s big enough to keep me comfortably hidden for however long this takes. I tiptoe over to it and pull the faded doors open. I crouch down and peer inside. Cobwebs fill it nearly completely, but there areno spiders. Small victories. I choke on a cough as I swipe away the dust that’s settled. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I inch myself into the cabinet.

Disgust runs through my body when my skin touches the dirty interior. The air is stale as I breathe slowly, calming my racing heart. Everything is silent aside from the steady thumping in my ears.

My wet hair sticks to my skin as I lean against the cabinet wall. A few minutes later, my ears perk up when footsteps sound above me. I close my eyes as I listen, picturing where exactly he’s at in my house. The ceiling above creaks as he wanders through the house.Living room, hallway, bedroom.It’s a few slow minutes until his footsteps retreat from my room, and I can feel my anticipation rising again as he starts moving.

My stomach knots when his footsteps finally head toward the kitchen. I could almost swear I heard him chuckle. There’s no way he knows. My optimism is out the window when I hear a softclickthen another. My seeker breezes down the steps like he’s done it a thousand times before. Anger roils inside me.

He cheated at his own game. He had to because there’s no way he would know that the entrance to my basement is through the pantry. Most of my friends don’t even know that Ihavea basement. Biting down my anger, I force myself to remain calm and quiet.

Heavy footsteps thump against the concrete flooring. He stops. It’s quiet for a moment. I wait.

“Piper,” he coos. His voice sends heat pooling between my thighs. Maybe I’m tired of playing. Maybe the game isn’t as fun as the prize will be. Still, I persist. The competitive part of me has to see this through. I clasp one hand over my mouth and the other rests on my thigh. My fingers grip my flesh almost painfully.

He stalks closer. I close my eyes as my hands drift further up my thighs. My fingertips graze against my exposed core.Two more steps.I dip my fingers into my wetness.Another step.My eyes close involuntarily, and I bite my lip to keep my moans and whines stifled. My fingers tease my aching center, and I fail to keep my moan in.

Before I can process what’s happening, the cabinet door is yanked open, and I’m being pulled from it. I yelp pitifully.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to find you, huh?” The words are said with such pride that I can nearly picture the smirk on the man’s face.

“Cheater! You cheated!” I scream in his face, ripping my arm away from his tight grip. I can barely make out the way he tilts his head, almost amused at my lashing out.

“Why would you think that?” he says in that stupid tone that makes me question all of this. The one that makes me question my sanity.

“Nobody knows about the basement! No one,” I answer angrily. My arms are folded over my chest the second I’m standing. It’s too dark in here for him to seeme, but I’m too irritated with him to keep myself exposed.

“I know the layout of your entire house, you sweet dumb thing. Do you really think this is my first time being here?”

Every bone in my body turns to lead. My stomach plummets, and I’m sure I’ll vomit soon.

“Who the fuck are you?” I rasp out in a low whisper. In one step, I put as much distance between me andwhoever this guy isas I can. He laughs when he hears my footsteps retreating.

“Come on, Piper, don’t act so surprised. With how often you leave the front door unlocked, it’s a wonder you’re still alive and safe.Ikeep you safe,” he says the words with such anger that it makes me shiver. Though, his anger isn’t directed towardsme. He says it like he’s angry at the potential of cruelty towards me. He’s angry because we live in a world where I can’t be reckless and leave my door unlocked. He’s not angryatme, butforme.

“Who are you?” I ask again, calmer this time. Aside from a buzzing I can’t quite place, the basement is silent. Finally, he speaks.

“You’ll be finding out soon enough.” Then rough hands are gripping my thighs and hoisting me up. I yelp as I’m tossed over my seeker’s solid shoulder. My fists pound into his back, but he is completely unphased. I freeze when his hands slip further up my thighs, so close to my exposed cunt.

“Hit me again, and I swear, Piper, the next thing that gets slapped is this fucking pussy.” The promise in his tone makes me moan, and he scoffs before speaking again.

“Youwouldlike that, you fucking slut. I can feel you dripping on my fingers already.”

I realize my mistake a second too late. My hand stings from how hard I slapped him. My eyes widen, and I can feel his body go rigid under me.Shit.

His hand on my thigh tightens painfully as I’m carried up the narrow stairs. A soft glow washes over us when the door is pushed open. I try to lift myself far enough from his shoulder to move my hair out of my face, but I quickly drop back down when a low growl echoes from the man carrying me.Yes, sir.

“Have it your way, Piper,” is the last thing that’s said until we make it to my room. The walk couldn’t have taken more than a minute, but it felt like hours with his hand roaming closer and closer to the wetness gathering between my thighs. I hate myself for how badly I want him. Hate that I’m so turned on by this entire situation.

My breath gets caught in my throat when he puts me down in front of my bed. It’s gentle. Caring.

“Lay down. Spread your legs,” he commands, sending a new wave of arousal down my legs. He pulls a knife from a holster on his jeans. Not gentle. Not caring. I swallow the lump in my throat and comply easily. I slip onto the bed, spreading my legs justenough for him to get a glimpse of the wetness between them.

“What’s that for?” I ask evenly, trying not to give myself away as I glance between the man and the blade in his hand. He can see the arousal dripping down my thighs, so I wouldn’t have much luck lying my way out of it if he did mention it.

He tilts his head, and I can almost see his eyes light up.

“Don’t worry, baby. I can use it on you later,” he says playfully, before dropping the weapon onto my nightstand. It should be a threat. I should feel threatened. But I don’t. Just hornier. I glare at him, closing my legs slightly.

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