Page 46 of Stalker

Chapter 18 – Peyton

Itightened my hand around the handle on the door as I silently came.

For the third time since getting in the car.

I sagged into the seat when the tendrils of pleasure eased, leaving me exhausted and spent. Lincoln’s warm voice broke through the fog in my head and I forced my eyes to open. “Are you going to throw up or something?”

He had been cold and silent since I left the bathroom, and the emotional whiplashwasmaking me nauseous. “I’m fine.” I snapped, even though I would never have spoken to another employer of mine that way. But Lincoln Bryce had messed with my head all damn day long and I was over it.

I just wanted to get home to see Dane. I didn’t know exactly what he had in store for me, but from the way my panties were sticking to my entire nether region, I was officially wet enough for him, just like he demanded I be.

At least one of the hulking, bossy men in my life would find me pleasing tonight.

That thought gave me pause as I sat in the darkness next to Lincoln and mulled over the last week of my life working for him. Then, reflecting on the strange interruption in my life by Dane, and all the wild things I had done with him thus far. I thought of the up and down moods of Lincoln and how he was a recluse, yet always seemed to know everything.

Just like Dane.

“I’ll drop you at the guest house.” Lincoln interrupted my train of thought and I realized we just pulled onto the long, winding driveway of the estate.

“Okay.” I readied myself, completely eager to be out of Lincoln’s frustrating presence and back to the safety of Dane’s predictable unpredictability. At least with Dane, I knew he was more than likely a psychopath. He didn’t hide his crazy from me and never made me wonder if he actually liked me or not.

But Lincoln—fuck. He played mind games for selfish reasons so he could hook me and then watch me squirm. I was well aware he played with me like a toy at dinner, and I fucking hated it. Mostly because he made me want him more than I already did. And then he did what he was good at; he made me feel small.

Well, fuck him.

I told Dane that last night was a one-time thing, but as my heels touched the smooth black top of my personal parking area by the guest house, I knew I was going to play along again. If Lincoln had left me alone or even bothered to be nice consistently instead of shutting himself off suddenly and acting like I didn’t exist or as if I had somehow disgusted him like he had that night at the hot tub or in hiscloset, I probably would have been strong enough to stay away from my stalker.

Instead, I walked away from his fancy car without a backwards glance. As I turned the corner around the side of the house to walk up the front walk, my phone pinged in my purse and I paused, pulling it out.

An Uber will pick you up in six minutes. Change into that pink sundress hanging in your closet with nothing else on under it. Leave your phone and purse at home. That way, I don’t have to pick it all back up when you drop it.

I contemplated telling him no for the fun of it. But I was too desperate for the physical release he offered me. Orgasming wasn’t enough right now; I needed his touch. I needed his torment. I needed the fear and the high he gave me.

I knew he was watching me so I spoke my reply. “You’re bossy.” I unlocked my door and dropped my purse on the table at the entrance before pulling my heels off and gently setting them off to the side. I was willingly allowing a stalker to fuck me, but I wasn’t crazy enough to damage the pretty gift he so creepily returned to me.

Even if I did abandon them in the muddy forest… oops.

Dane’s deep rumbling voice vibrated through the speaker in my hand, “You enjoy following my rules.”

“Should I call you Daddy then instead of Dane?” I grinned, keeping the camera angled away as I walked through my dark apartment.

His deep growl emanated, and I bit my lip to stop the moan that tried to escape in response to the primal noise. “Only if you want me to breed you to earn that title.”

“Fuck.” I moaned, no longer able to hold it back. “No.” I shook my head as I tossed my phone down on my bed. “No, I don’t want that.”

He chuckled, and it sounded like he was in a car driving somewhere. “Then don’t threaten me with it, because I’ll hold you down and force my come deep into your womb if you want it.”

“Stop it.” I took a deep breath. “You’re a stalker and so mentally unstable you’re making me crazy right alongside of you. We’d be the worst parents in the world.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, “Are you on birth control?”

I snorted, “Don’t you think you should have asked that before last night?”

“You didn’t tell me to wear a condom, and you took my bare cock like such a good girl. I didn’t hear you complain. But we didn’t discuss it first, so I held off on filling you up. That’s why I’m trying to discuss it now. Do you make Ty wear a condom when he fucks you?”

“Dane.” I sighed, stripping out of the tight confines of my outfit and sighing as everything was free for the first time in hours. “I think this serves my point that last night was a one-time thing.” I eyed the toy as it turned off in my hand and then set it on the shelf next to me. I was honestly so excited to use it again sometime, even as I tried to tell him we couldn’t do it anymore.

His voice deepened even more, and all mirth was gone, “Put the sundress on Puppet. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

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