Page 25 of Stalker

I watched her hesitate briefly before laying her phone down on the counter and slowly pull the red ribbon bow free, releasing the topof the box and then tentatively lifting it. Her ruby red wine stained lips parted as she stared down into the box and froze with her fingers perched on the edge of it.

Satin and lace awaited her. In the same shade as the box. She gently lifted the dress out of the box and held it up, letting her eyes roam over it like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It would hug every inch of her body from her shoulder to the tops of her thighs, leaving her arms bare and dipping low in front. I desperately wanted to see her in the dress, wearing what I bought for her, and my cock hardened, knowing how fun it would be to rip the thing to shreds when I caught her during our game.

She set the dress on the counter and took out the pair of designer stilettos and gaped at them as she laid them on top. I put my hand on my hard-on as she pulled out the lingerie next. It was black and completely see through, making my mouth water as I imagined her supple flesh spilling out around the fabric. I growled when she ran her fingers gently over the see through fabric of one bra cup, imagining how her hard nipple would poke through the material when I pinched them.

I was so busy fantasizing about our night together; I didn’t see her pick up her phone until her message came through.

Dane.

Yes?

I don’t know what to say. No one has ever gifted me something so thoroughly thought out before.

You mean Tyson doesn’t shower you with gifts?

I knewit was bold, to mention the fuck wad by name. But I ached for the power I had over her to be recognized. She looked around her living space again and then replied.

I need to know how you know so much about me. I want to not care, but I can’t. Alarms are ringing in my head and I want to silence them for this, but I need something to help me.

Send me a picture first. Then I will give you an answer.

She took a deep breath and hesitated, so I sent her another message. I could almost read her thoughts as she fought with herself. She wanted this, but was afraid to dive in. It made sense, given I was a stranger stalking her life and offering her deepest desire on a silver platter.

Don’t you dare think about him when you’re talking to me. He doesn’t deserve your time.

I know that.

Give me what I want, Sweet Girl. And I’ll give you what you need. I’ll always take care of your needs.

She hesitated again, but then grabbed the shoes off the counter and walked into her bedroom. My heartbeat erupted in my chest as I fought the urge to stalk her through her phone’s camera. Instead, I screen recorded what it was seeing and exited out, staring at the empty living room of her house for two minutes.

Then three.

Then four.

When five rolled around, I was losing all resolve to lock myself out as a message came through.

I hope you know how fucking insane I feel.

I growled deep in my chest and squeezed my cock tight as her image took up an entire screen directly in front of me.

Fucking sinful perfection.

My sweet girl had pulled the chair in her bedroom over right in front of the floor-length mirror on the wall. The image was her reflection in the mirror and her phone was in front of her face, but so much more of her skin was on display for me. She sat in the chair, wearing nothing but the sexy stilettos on her feet. Her legs were wide open, with her toes sensually pointed.

One hand sat flat on the chair between her thick thighs, blocking my view of her naked pussy and her arm covered one breast while the other holding the camera blocked her other breast.

Essentially nothing was displayed, yet somehow, everything was.

She was a fucking goddess, just how I knew she would be. And she gave me the gift of seeing it.

Pretty Girl.

My perfect, beautiful, sensual, pretty girl.

Do you like it?

I could hear her voice in my head repeating the phrase she asked me each time she fed me.

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