Page 42 of Stalker

It was a wearable vibrator shaped like an elegant butterfly. I had seen it talked about in a spicy group on Facebook and intrigue colored me tickled pink as I looked it up that same night. The problem was, it was three hundred dollars. Who the hell was buying sex toys that expensive?

Dane, apparently.

My phone dinged in my purse and I gritted my teeth, knowing full fucking well I turned it off hours ago. Grabbing it, I wasn’t surprised at all to see Dane’s cryptic and creepy message bubble on my screen.

I want to watch you put it on.

I rolled my eyes, knowing the bastard was stalking me through my camera because he was that crazy. But to be honest, his obsessive interest in me made me so bubbly and excited. There was no actual anger towards him, but I was stressed to no end that my boss was waiting for me at the table and I was holding a sex toy in my lap in the restroom, gifted to me by some hacking stalker that fucked me in the woods the night before.

Do it Puppet. Or I’ll send the video of you squirting in your bed to Mr. Bryce’s phone immediately.

Trying to ignore the way my nipples tingled, I cringed at the idea.

To check if anyone else was in the restroom, I looked under the stalls as best as I could, but it was empty. I turned back to my phone and glared at the camera, whispering “I so don’t have the time for you right now.”

Then do what I said and go back to your date.

“It is not a date!” I snapped and rose to my feet. Thankfully, the fancy restaurant had large stalls because before he even threatened me, I knew I’d do exactly what he wanted me to. I hung my purse on the hook on the door and propped my phone on top so it was staring at me.

As I shimmied my skirt up to my waist, revealing my garter and thigh highs, I stared directly at it and then took the toy out of the box. My eyes lingered on it, my hesitation lasting just a second longer than it should have. But then, I decided to throw caution to the wind.

I wanted to fucking feel alive, and Dane did that for me.

So I pulled my underwear and bodysuit to the side and put the toy right against my clit, sliding it back and forth to wedge it exactly howit was supposed to be and then covered it back up with my clothing. Before I pulled my skirt down, a new message popped up.

Turn around. I want to see your juicy ass.

I rolled my eyes but turned my back to the phone and spread my legs, popping my ass out and shook it for him. Fuck my hesitations and reservations. I was horny and more excited about life than I had been in months.

Maybe even years.

Good girl, Puppet. Now go back to your date.

“Yes, Sir.” I hummed, pulling my skirt down and blowing the phone a kiss mockingly, knowing calling him Sir would annoy him. The last time I did it, he spanked my ass red before he fucked me. I wondered what he would do this time as I pushed my phone into my purse, along with the note, and leaving the stall. I threw the box away, washed my hands, and stared at myself in the mirror before heading back to Mr. Bryce.

With bright eyes and flushed skin, I exuded a captivating and sexy vibe.

Dane did that.

His attention and affection, even as weird as it was, made me feel sexy.

“I’m so fucked in the head.” I whispered, walking back across the restaurant to the table.

As I got closer to Mr. Bryce, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his undeniable sexiness, even though I despised him. Our table was in the corner, tucked near the fireplace, and I didn’t realize howdownright romantic the entire thing looked and felt until I got to my chair.

He rose from his seat and pulled my chair out, putting his hand on the small of my back to help me down, and I shivered from the contact.

“Everything okay?” He asked, standing next to me, so I had to lean way back to look up at him. On my eye’s way up, they stopped at his belt which was nearly eye level and I swallowed down the groan that wanted to escape my lips.

“Perfectly.”

“Good.” He took his seat and motioned to the wine that had arrived in my absence. “I ordered for us while you were gone.”

“Thank you.” I lifted the glass to my lips and the second the wine touched my tongue, I hummed in appreciation as a flavor I’d never found in a wine burst across my taste buds. “What is that?” I asked questioningly. I was no wine connoisseur, but I drank enough to know it wasn’t normal.

“Chocolate.” He watched me carefully as he took a sip of his own.

“Interesting.” I took another sip and nearly choked on it when the butterfly buzzed to life against my clit.

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