Page 14 of The Trick

But I’ll teach her my mad ways soon. One small step at a time.

Seconds feel like hours as I stand outside her window, waiting. The fresh October air bites against my clammy palms that are clenched at my side, trying so damn hard not to alleviate the aching need that riddles my cock, consuming me. She’s edging me and she doesn’t even know it.

I sway my posture heel to toe until, like an answer from the depraved gods, my dark goddess emerges through a cloud of wispy steam.

I crouch, low enough so that she won’t see me but high enough so that I still have a view of where she stands in the threshold of the doorway.

Through the small slits of my mask, I watch her supple hips sway as she begins to walk into her room. With every step she takes, her dampened curves echo her movement, making her look absolutely delectable. My tonguedances behind my lips as my hungry stare locks onto the ink that spreads from either side of her hips and down her thighs. A vast array of pumpkin themed tattoos cover her skin. Some are shaded in bold orange while others are more subdued in a simple black and gray shading. Everywhere they are placed compliments her already bewitching body.

Moving my gaze from where the lace of her thong ends and the tanned skin of her narrow torso begins, I notice the reaper’s scythe dangling from her belly button piercing. My eyes continue to trail past her navel and to her perky tits that are adorned with a barbell through each nipple, both peeking through the thin fabric of her cropped t-shirt.

Blood continues to rush my length, straining against my pierced cock watching her plump ass shake as she makes her way to her bed, moving out of my direct line of sight.

I love seeing her like this. Looking so effortlessly sexy. So adorablyunawareof the way I am practically salivating at the mere sight of her. All of which makes me want to break through the fucking glass, shattering the barrier that separates us and keeps her safe from my touch.

Desperate for more of her, I crouch down once more, inching my way toward the other window. Rounding the corner, my eyes are quickly reunited with the backside of her hourglass figure as she leans forward, reaching toward the small plasma that rests on a dresser to the side of her bed.

I’m so focused on where she is bent over that I don’t notice what she is reaching for. It isn’t until she moves to her back that I see she has the TV remote in her hand. I watch with ripe curiosity as she presses a button or two on the remote before tossing it on the floor.

There’s a needy look in her eyes. Like she is in desperate need of a release. My suspicions are confirmed as her thighs begin to part and the hand that was just messing with the remote is now slithering its way to her center. Casting the lace of her panties aside at what feels like a painstakingly slow pace to my eager eyes, she spreads her legs wider. With one hand dipping into her entrance, she glides her free hand up her torso until it lands on one of her pierced nipples, which she begins to caress beneath the fabric of her shirt. As she rubs her thumb, beginning to play with the barbell of her erect nipples,her back arches off the bed from the way her other hand is feverishly dipping in and out of her pussy.

I watch with bated breath as she writhes against her touch, her pace continues to intensify as does the strained ache I feel at my now throbbing cock. The more she thrashes and moans from the way she is fucking herself, the more it makes me wish that it were my tongue at the apex of her thighs. Licking and sucking her clit, with my fingers curled in her tight pussy, eating her like the starving man I am.

Moving the fingers that she’s been using to thrust inside her wet walls, she glides them up to her clit. Her eyes fall shut as her hand moves in quick circles. The more she rubs her digits around the sensitive bundle of nerves the more her mouth opens wide as pleasure erupts through her body. I can tell from the way her hips are now bucking upward that she is close to orgasm.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her touch herself. It’s almost a nightly occurrence with my little minx, as it should be. A little self-love until I can make myself known to her so I can worship and punish every sinful part of her is necessary, but I’ve never seen her this turned on or feral for her own hand.

Needing to know what is making her extra horny tonight I peel my gaze away from where she is beginning to ride the wave of her orgasm, looking at the tv screen. Expecting to see one of her in rotation go to’s when she fucks herself, which is usually girl on girl or some variation of a threesome, my eyes are met with a different sight. To my surprise, the screen is frozen on an image of the Headless Horseman sitting atop of his horse, with a sword in hand and fury on his face. I definitely wasnotexpecting that.

Now, for those who aren’t from this town, they probably wouldn’t grasp the true symbolism of the Headless Horseman outside of what Hollywood adaptations and retellings allude to. But for those who are familiar with the tale and the rich symbolism that it carries, they will understand that death, whether it comes by hand or nature, is an unstoppable force. Death always collects what it is owed, it resurrects what needs to be exposed, and steals what it desires. It’s inescapable and the fact that reminder of death not only gets her off but makes her climax harder than I have ever seen, only solidifies that her darkened heart is not only mine to play with but mine tokeep.

I thought I would only be her Boogeyman, but I’ll be her Horseman.Fuck, I’ll be her worst nightmare if she wants me to. I’ll be whatever, do whatever,killwhatever I have to so long as I can feel the way the darkness brings her to orgasm at my hands. And it’s that declaration, that peak of my obsession, that makes me do what I do next.

As I watch her settle down, riding the aftermath of her release, I reach for my phone. Sliding the screen up, I sign into Instant Messenger. Clicking on her screen name, my thumbs begin to glide against the keyboard. My body buzzes because I’m dying to see how she looks responding to me, with her body still reeling from the way she brought herself to orgasm, while I watch through the glass.

Boogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31: I bet you look beautiful when you’re scared

A sound pings from the speaker of her computer, and it feels like it's traveling through the walls that separate us and directly into my soul. Fire begins to fill my veins watching the way her eyes open as she closes her legs. For a fleeting moment, just as she scans her room before making her way to the desk that holds her computer, I could swear she sees me.

She moves from the bed, heading to the computer where my message awaits her. She remains standing, lowering her torso near the keyboard, so her ass pokes out, highlighting the way her waist gets lost by her ample bottom as she types.

FinalGirlsRock_666: What makes you say that, huh?

Boogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31: Lucky guess.

FinalGirlsRock_666: You know some people say fear is an underrated aphrodisiac

Boogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31: Want to know a secret?

FinalGirlsRock_666: …..

Boogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31: I’m some people

FinalGirlsRock_666: Is that right? So, are you trying to scare me tonight…Boogeyman?

Boogeyman_Of_Haddonfield_31: Maybe…among other things ;-D

FinalGirlsRock_666: The only thing that will truly scare me is if you don’t show up tonight

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