Page 57 of Stalker

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. The Ghostface mask was so hot.

His abs rolled as he rocked his cock into me, and the look of pure pleasure on my face made me nearly unrecognizable.

He did that.

He made me feel that good. And then he made me choose who he was going to send the video to.

And ruined it all.

I was a people pleaser and having that kind of pressure on my shoulders made me both hot sexually but anxious and when the highof the orgasm faded; I imagined Tyson getting the video and what he’d do with it.

He’d show anyone who would watch it.

He’d tell everyone what a whore I was.

He’d tell my parents what I was really up to here, and they’d be so ashamed of me.

It wasn’t like it’d be the first time he used videos against me.

And of course, instead of telling Dane that, I panicked and lashed out at him. It wasn’t his fault, exactly, but he had to have known that you couldn’t do things like that in the real world and get away unscathed.

Sure, he had a mask on and could hide his identity from everyone in the fallout, but I wouldn’t have had that same freedom.

I would have burned for it.

Ty would have ruined my life back home for it. I never would have been able to return to life as it was, and maybe that was Dane’s plan all along.

I closed the gallery and opened the camera. With no other means to contact Dane, I was desperate to talk to him. So I hit the record button and told him everything I needed to say, not even knowing if he’d ever see it.

I needed to at least say it all to get it off my chest, so I no longer felt weighed down by it.

And then I needed to ride the jet in the hot tub because I was hornier than ever and alone to take care of the problem myself.

Idreamed of him.

Dane.

My monster had a name, and a voice that I recognized as he chased me through the woods. He had for the last few nights, which made the divide between me and Dane even bigger in real life.

But when I heard his voice in my ear, purring with that deep gravel that I craved when he pushed deep inside of my body, I leaned into him, grasping at him to keep him forever.

“Did you miss me, Puppet?” He growled, and I moaned.

“Dane.” I called out, digging my nails into the back of his neck as he thrust deep from behind. He always fucked me from behind, but tonight he held me to his chest while he did it. My voice sounded unfamiliar than it usually did in my dream, like it was groggy in sleep. I cleared my throat and Dane sighed in my ear as his thrusts stilled.

“Remember who you belong to, Puppet.” He growled and then bit my neck hard enough to make me scream out and flail in his arms.

But when I swung my arms out, they hit the softness instead of his bulky body or the damp earth around us.

I ripped my eyes open and stared up at the ceiling in my bedroom, hissing in frustration as my dream time with Dane was cut short. If I couldn’t see him in real life, I should at least be afforded a few hours in dream land to ride his cock.

It was the very least the universe could do.

That was when I heard it.

The sound of someone walking through my living room.

I froze in place as my heart rate skyrocketed into my chest as I fought through the fight-or-flight urges burning my limbs.

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