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It’s a heightened version of touching myself online. I like being watched and hearing all the nice things people have to say about my body and what it’s doing to their own. So this is just a more dangerous version, and knowing they could take a handful of steps and rip the covers off my body… Fuck. I’m so wet.
Unknown Number: Listen to you, already almost whimpering. I knew you’d love it.
Unknown Number: Kick off those covers, Clara. Let me see you.
I obey immediately, kicking the covers to the side and letting them watch my hand move under the cotton fabric of my underwear. My fingertips run circles around my clit before dipping inside, stretching me in all the perfect spots. I repeat this over and over again, until the warmth builds to an unbearable heat.
Unknown Number: Take your panties off.
I groan at the interruption but shove them down nonetheless before spreading my legs wide. My eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness, letting me see more of the things around me. Now I can see their outline in the corner. It looks like they’re dressed all in black, and when they open their phone again to text me, their eyes are staring straight back into mine.
Even from here, I can see they’re a ghostly shade of blue, made even brighter by the mask they’re wearing over their face. Only the eyes are visible, making me even hotter. Fuck, I like that mask. I like that I can be so close to them, in the same room, with something illuminating their face, and yet I still don’t know who they are.
Unknown Caller: Such a pretty pussy. I wish I could taste you.
The arousal clouds my judgment and makes me bold.
Me: Come taste me then.
My fingers dip back inside in a steady rhythm while the heel of my hand rubs roughly against my clit. I don’t stop watching them. I don’t dare. It’s fucked-up, but I’m on the edge, ready to fall over while they stand watch in the darkness. My stalker doesn’t move, just reads the text, types something, and then goes back to watching. I feel my phone vibrate, but I’m so close. Too close to stop.
My mouth drops open, and I fight the urge to close my eyes. I want them to know I’m watching them, getting offto them. And I want to make sure they keep watching me. Heat spreads through my stomach and down my legs. I take a few deep breaths to settle my body as I fall into the orgasm, my toes curling and heart racing.
But once it’s finished, the high is gone, and I’m back lying in a bed with a stalker in the corner. The shame hits, and the fear, which I feel never left, roars back to life. I slowly lift my phone as it vibrates again.
Unknown Number: Demanding little thing.
Unknown Number: Now be a good girl and close your eyes.
I’m not sure what’s going to happen next, but I’m too afraid to take my eyes off them. There’s a whisper in the back of my mind, telling me I should be terrified, that they might hurt me or kill me. I don’t know this person, and I should be afraid.
But I don’t think that’s what they want. I think they just want me. I don’t think they have any intentions of hurting me whatsoever.
The shadow moves as they begin to stalk toward my bed. My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure they can hear it. They’re much taller than me, and while they’re all dressed in black, with no skin exposed, I can still see that they’re strong. Not a bodybuilder, but they could definitely take me if I tried to fight back. Adrenaline spikes, and my vision clouds.
Their gloved hand reaches out and takes my own, slipping my fingers from between my thighs. Their other hand lifts their mask up over their mouth, only enough that I can see the sharp jaw and feminine shape of their lips. They part as my fingers slip between them, and their tongue, warm and wet, licks the cum from my fingers. I feel their tongue piercing, and my clit throbs again.
A soft moan escapes them, but other than that, they say nothing as they place my hand back on the bed and pull their mask back into place with a grin. Their blue eyes watch me from behind the mask as they walk backward into the darkness. I hear them turn the doorknob, and then a small light from the hallway leaks into my room before they slip out and pull it shut.
A few seconds later, my phone vibrates, and I jump.
Unknown Number: Until next time, doll face.
CHAPTER11
Clara
It’s beendays since what I’m referring to asthe incidenthappened. I snuck out the next morning before Vanessa got home, too worried she would see it written all over my face.
My fall from grace.
But I’ve tried to put it behind me, ignoring the constant messages from my stalker. I gave up on trying to block their numbers because it wasn’t working anyway. Instead, I just give it a brief look and then swipe it away. Out of sight, out of mind. And I have to start making money again. Ever since my stalker came into the picture, I had stopped making videos or going live. Which has really had my finances take a hit.
I refuse to go back to ramen for every meal. So I pull out my tripod and organize my little setup. Everything always happens on my bed since it’s the nicest part of the apartment. I’ve got fairy lights behind the headboard and soft lighting all around to set the mood. I fluff my sheets and comforter and then start to pull my hair out of the tight braids.
I refreshed the color a few days ago, making the color more of a navy instead of teal, and it’s finally time to give it a good wash. My scalp is going to thank me after making my hair stiff with dry shampoo. Just as I’m about to hop into the shower, my phone goes off.
Unknown Number: What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
