Page 26 of Stalker

I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. Ever.

Why me? Tell me how and why you found me.

Do you believe in fate? Or a driving force, pushing something into existence for no other reason than it was meant to be?

I never used to.

I came across a picture of you by chance. And something called to me in it. So I did what I do best. I studied. I stalked. I immersed myself in you and your life until there wasn’t a single secret left unknown to me. I know about your boyfriend. I know you’re only with him because it’s what is expected of you by your parents. I know you play with yourself when he’s not around because he can’t make you come. I know he doesn’t treat you like the goddess you are. I know he can’t give you what you need. What you crave. But I can. My dark matches yours, pretty girl. My monster matches your call for danger.

I dared to unfreeze the feed to her cellphone camera again and watched her eyes flick back and forth across the screen as she read my message. She was still naked, still in the chair but nothing was on display for me.

Put your robe back on. Because I’m watching you, and I refuse to see anything you don’t specifically show me. Not until you give me permission to see it. But you’re tempting a monster who’s trying to be a gentleman in that aspect at least.

Her breath hitched, and she looked over her shoulder and then back at her phone before pulling her robe back onto her body.

Where?

Do you really want the answer to that? Because the places I can’t see you are far less than the ones I can.

I want to see you.

What part of me do you want to see? I showed you all but two parts last night.

You didn’t show me your face. Or your cock.

And I don’t plan to show you my face. Not until you’re ready to accept that this is more than some sexual adventure for me.

I know I should ask what that means, but all I really want to know right now is if you’ll show me your cock since you won’t show me your face.

You want a dick pic, pretty girl?

I want to know what to expect tomorrow night. Something tells me you aren’t lacking in that department.

I didn’t even fucking hesitate, as I pulled my pants down my thighs and bared my rock-hard cock, wrapping my hand around it and stroking it in front of the camera for her. She wanted a picture, but I’d do her one better and send her a video.

I didn’t talk, but I backed up enough that she could see the one monitor in front of me, which was showing her through her cell phone camera as she chewed on her nail, staring at her phone. And I stroked myself for her while she waited. And when she licked her lip seductively, I groaned, stroking faster for her.

Before I came, I ended the video and sent it to her. And then I sat there in silence and watched her through her phone camera as she played my video. I knew the second she looked away from my fat cock and caught herself on the screen in front of me. Her lips parted, and she stared directly into the camera on her phone in surprise.

And that was when I fucking came. With her eyes on mine, and the picture, she sent me on another screen.

My pretty fucking puppet.

Mine to play with.

Mine to keep.

Chapter 10 – Peyton

There was something seriously fucking wrong in my head. I didn’t even think twice about sending Dane a nude photo. I even went so far as to play with myself briefly before I posed, so my skin was flushed and the arousal was fresh in my eyes.

Not that I wasn’t already fucking hot after opening his gift. The man knew how to buy a girl a present. Never mind that everything was the perfect size.

And I knew he was a man, there was no doubt in my mind after seeing the anaconda of a cock he was blessed with in the video he sent.

I almost reached down between my wet thighs and started playing with myself as I watched it until something in the background caught my attention. Don’t ask me how I tore my eyes away from the sight of him jacking off, because to be honest, I’d never seen anything sexier in my life. But when I recognized the pink in the image on his computer screen, I realized it was me and it was a live video through my cellphone camera as I waited forhim to send me the picture.

I’d heard rumors about hackers gaining access to webcams, it was one of the reasons I’d hid my laptop under my couch after he messaged me originally, when I knew he hacked me. But I didn’t even think about him having access to my cell phone.

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