Page 5 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
The thirty seconds it takes him to respond feels like thirty minutes.
Stalker: Relax sweet pea, I would never allow anyone to harm you. I simply did as I expressed I would. The taste of your pussy still remains a mystery. She sure ate up my seed though. How do your nipples feel?
How the hell is he so damn cavalier about this? Why am I not running to the police?
Me: You’re a fucking psycho!
Me: My nipples are fine but bruised.
How is it possible to remain asleep with him biting me so hard I have teeth marks around my areolas?
Repositioning my body to get up, I notice wetness between my thighs. When my fingers slip down there, I’m sticky and covered in his musk.
Me: You monster.
Tears form in my eyes, and I must force them back. This will not break me. He won’t break me.
Stalker: Only yours. Taste me.
My eyes shoot up to search around the room. He can’t have cameras in here,can he?I’d have noticed. He’s probably just assuming my actions because there’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed the mess he left on my body.
Staring at my fingers, his suggestion runs through my head, and the glossy liquid tempts me.His overwhelming interactions over the last several weeks make me do something I ordinarily would not have.
Ohmygod!
Slipping my fingers into my mouth, his salty-sweet taste makes me moan. I’m going straight to hell. What am I doing?
Stalker: Say “Thank you, Daddy.”
I scream out loud, wanting to break something. He’s doing it again. Making me question everything I thought I knew about myself.
Stalker: Don’t wash me off, sweet pea. The world needs to know you have a psycho Daddy who marks you in the dead of night.
Why am I even contemplating his request and not running to the shower immediately?
I’m. So. Screwed.
The fabric of my bra chafes my constricted nipples, and I want to rip it off and fling it across the room. Assoon as class is over, I’m going to the bathroom to remove it and shove it into my bag. My chest isn’t that large that wearing a bra is necessary.
Shifting in my seat as the slideshow my Econ professor was talking about ends, I still feelhimbetween my legs. It’s been hours. Shouldn’t it be dried up by now?
Screaming in my head about my own insanity, the temptation to check my phone is alarming. I’d shut it off before entering class because I didn’t want to know whether he was messaging me or not. The conflicting emotions would be too much to bear when I should be learning.
Dismissed from class with a new assignment, I’m the first one out the door, powering up my phone in the process. It quickly dings, and my heart stutters until I see it’s Piper, asking me to meet her at the picnic tables near the parking lot for lunch. Galen must be with her.
Stepping out into the warm sun with a flock of other students surrounding me, it takes a minute before I find them sitting together at one of the tables. Piper is in his lap, and Galen is feeding her grapes.
Before I can wave, my phone dings again, and butterflies erupt in my belly, sensing it’s him.
Stalker: Please don’t be mad. I only want to cater to your every need and desire.
Me: You violated my space. My body. How can I not be angry?
Stalker: Do you know every time I feed your pretty pussy my seed, your body comes with me? Every. Single. Time. It’s beautiful and addicting, how could I stop?
Stunned, I stand in the middle of the pathway, terrified to analyze the way my sex pulses right now. Like she understands what he’s talking about and wants it again.I’m so losing my mind.
Stalker: Tell Galen hello for me.
