Page 3 of Only in the Dark
“If Matthew comes in, he has a key. Don’t hit him with a bat, okay?” I crossed my arms and glared at her.
“No promises.”
Kieran Harlowe
Going home to watch Olivia on camera was worth every second of restraint. I’d given her a lighter dose before leaving, wanting her awake enough to find the flowers I’d left behind. She woke not long after, and I saw the fear flickered across her face, but it was hollow—an imitation. Beneath it, something steadier breathed, calm and deliberate, as if she weren’t afraid at all, only performing it for some unseen audience. The contradiction gnawed at me. And in that moment, I knew—if she caught me watching while she was sober, she could end me. I’d let her. Hell, the thought of her trying might even turn me on.
Maybe I shouldn’t drug her next time I visit so I could watch her fight me.
The hint of fear in her tone as she called her best friend was the first thing to cause my dick to harden in my pants. I listened to her soft, groggy voice on the phone as I pushed my pants down my thighs, my cock springing free and slapping against my stomach. All I needed to get hard was a single thought of my Olivia, so hearing her voice sent me into overdrive.
I grabbed the panties I had pocketed earlier, her beautiful scent filling my nostrils when I brought them to my face.Watching her was enough for me, but keeping her panties near my face helped fulfill the illusion that she was in the room with me. It almost tricked my brain into thinking she was riding my face.
I wasted no time spitting into my palm and wrapping a hand around my growing length while she waited in her room for her friend to arrive. I kept it simple while I awaited her reaction to my flowers, knowing she was awake and would likely find them soon. Sarah arrived faster than expected, searching the house with a baseball bat, ready to smash someone’s head in. Too bad she wouldn’t find anyone. I had already left, but she noticed my gift on the counter, and I was grateful I had placed cameras in each room. Yes, even the bathroom. I was even more grateful that my job experience helped my knowledge of how to hide these things.
I picked up my pace when I witnessed a sleepy Olivia rise from the bed. She looked disoriented at first before gathering her footing, her tiny pajamas leaving little to the imagination. The quality of the camera was so good, I could see her nipples peeking out from under the silk material. “You’re killing me, Olivia,” I whispered.
My hand felt good, but I needed more. I needed to be inside Olivia, taking her aggressively like I had in my dreams. I knew she wanted more than what Matthew gave her, and I could be more for her. If a woman said she liked five minutes of sex with no orgasm, she was lying.
I gripped my cock tighter when she approached the kitchen where I had left the flowers and the note, and I let myself grunt and groan, overwhelmed by how good it felt, letting myself imagine it was Olivia’s soft, delicate hand instead.The memory of her small hand in mine from our first meeting never faded, wanting to keep the memory burned into my brain to fulfill my fantasies.
My hips moved with a mind of their own, arching and pressing forward into my grasp, my hand twisting on the head with each thrust. The vivid imagery of her hand faded, replaced by the imagined sensation of her pussy enveloping me. I could almost feel the first moment of slipping into her warmth. Olivia remained fairly quiet when she had sex, but I knew I could make it so pleasurable for her she couldn’t hold it in, and that was what I wanted. It’d be the highest honor. My Olivia needed to know that men who pleasured women existed. We weren’t a myth—though Matthew might’ve thought a woman’s orgasm was.
My orgasm burst through me quicker than expected as I watched the unmistakable look of fear take over her expression—eyes wide, lips parted, face paling. Nothing turned me on more than seeing her fear me. Seeing her realize I had been in her house, watching her as she slept. The demon she conjured in her mind was real, and it wasme. Soon she’d know its delicious wrath.
As the powerful wave of pleasure surged through me, my entire body tensed, and my hips arched off the bed, lifting me into the air. I gasped, feeling the warm, sticky sensation as my release spread across my stomach and even reached as far as my neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I had never experienced an orgasm so violent, but Olivia brought it out of me, almost as if she were here taking care of me.
One thing that was certain was that I needed more practice with myself if I planned to last with Olivia. I couldn’t be a two-pump chump when it came time to show her pleasure no one had ever given her before, or else that defeated my goal. No girl had an orgasm after thirty seconds of a man being inside them, unless foreplay had brought her to the brink moments before.
I listened to their conversation while I tried to catch my breath. They were debating whether Olivia would show, but in the end, I knew she would. I had various ways of making her, and I knew she’d be curious about who I was. She’d show up even if it was nothing more than performing recon for her, then I’d still seduce her. Even Sarah was on my side.
I used her worn panties to wipe the cum off my body, groaning as I looked at the pink pair now filled with both of us. Then, I came up with the genius idea of gifting them back to her the next day. My gut told me Olivia was trying to avoid the police and wouldn’t turn them in, not that it’d stop me if she did.
Olivia Mercer
The piercing ring of my doorbell abruptly broke the delicate strands of sleep, pulling me up from the hazy depths of an unusual night. I shuffled out of bed, my feet finding the cool wood of the floor, and started down the stairs. Each step sent a faint protest through my legs and shoulders, my muscles feeling like they’d been poured full of cement overnight, every movement heavier than it should’ve been.
When the living room came into view, I noticed Sarah was still sprawled across my couch like it was her own. Her bat was wedged between her side and the back cushion. Her head lolled against the armrest, dark hair falling over her face, breathing slow and steady. The doorbell had rung right beside her, but she hadn’t stirred—not exactly the image of a capable bodyguard.
Opening the front door, I watched as a car drove away, leaving someone’s groceries behind. Behind me, I heard groaning, and turned to see Sarah sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “You got groceries delivered?” she asked, her voice groggy and hoarse.
I shook my head. “Nope. Never have. The store is like two blocks away,” I responded.
At my words, Sarah’s eyes flew open, razor-sharp with alertness, her fingers curling tight around the bat as if ready to swing. The groceries were dropped off by someone in a white car who had driven away, so no threat remained. Someone probably delivered them to the wrong address by mistake. A few of my older neighbors had their groceries delivered weekly. I once offered to pick up something for Susan, who lived two houses away, but she mentioned that she received a weekly delivery. I’d never pay for a service when I could drive myself.
Sarah walked up and grabbed the bag with a receipt and a note stapled to it, bringing it into my kitchen. I grabbed the rest of the bags, figuring I’d bring them inside until I figured out who they belonged to.
“I’m sure they got delivered to the wrong house,” I said, setting the bags down on my counter. I opened the bags to look, and they were filled with all of my favorite items that I was running low on—Oreos, cheese dip, my favorite salad mixture, milk, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and much more. There was even a box of dog treats. The idea that these were somehow delivered to me intentionally freaked me out. A sudden thump echoed in my chest as my heart picked up speed, pounding against my ribcage. My hands grew clammy, and tiny beads of sweat began to form on my palms, making them slick and slightly sticky.
“I don’t think it was a mistake. There’s a note,” Sarah said. I turned to see her face pale as a ghost. It wasn’t a good sign if something spooked Sarah of all people. She was more fearless than I could ever be. If anything, Mother should’ve taken her instead. That was why I never told her anything about Sarah, knowing they’d wanther, too. It would’ve been nice to have been raised as sisters, but I wanted a better life for her—a safe life away from danger. I had to pretend I had no friends, but it was mostly true. I had only one true friend.
Olivia,
Enjoy my gift. I took note of what you were low on to replace it for you. Maybe one day I’ll send you some of my favorites to try, or maybe one day I’ll cook you dinner or have my favorite meal delivered. I want to take care of you, and this is the only way I can for now.
“He had enough time to search your cabinets to make a grocery list for you. And you didn’t even know it,” she pointed out. “I’d like free groceries too in this economy, but bitch, this is freaky. You need to go next weekend to figure out who this is,” she suggested.
I wanted to avoid the topic, so I didn’t respond to her insane idea. “I don’t think there’s a threat. You should head home, and if I run into any more trouble, I’ll call you. Promise.”
