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Slowly, with a predator’s stealth, I approach her unguarded cottage. The back door creaks as I push it open, my adrenaline firing on all cylinders.
I hold my breath as I sneak into her bedroom, finding a pair of her panties carelessly tossed on the bed. The soft fabric feels too intimate in my hand, a stolen piece of her. I pocket it quickly, my heart pounding in my chest because I’m crossing a line. And I don’t care. My dick is as solid as a rock.
I hear her curse from the kitchen, and her footsteps pad toward the bedroom.
Shit.
I quickly and quietly get into her fitted closet. It’s not got a lot in here, so I fit easily. And then I watch through the slats of the door.
My breath catches as Madison strides into the room, her sky-blue dress now marred by a large stain. With an irritated sigh, she peels off the dress, revealing the soft curves of her body, hidden only by a set of lacy white lingerie.
“Damn it,” she mutters to herself, tossing the dress aside. My heart hammers in my chest as she marches to her dresser, pulling open a drawer to hunt for something. I watch in perverse fascination as her hand emerges with a sleek, pink vibrator. My throat is dry, and I swallow hard.
She glances over her shoulder nervously, seemingly checking if she’s alone. A soft blush creeps up her cheeks as she sits down on the edge of her bed, pulls off her panties and then lies down. I can hardly believe it as I stare at her soaking wet cunt. Slowly, with a sense of trepidation, she explores her body, her fingers trailing down from her breasts to her stomach, then lower.
As the vibrator buzzes to life, she gasps, her entire body shuddering under its influence. She’s lost in her own world, her eyes closed in pure pleasure, her back arching off the bed as she writhes in ecstasy.
I watch, my cock already in my hand as I stroke it. The images in my mind are sick. I wish I had my bike helmet on, as I’d probably leave this closet and give her a fright. While that’s so wrong, considering she’s scared and running from her husband. A husband who tried to fucking rape her, I need her to know she’s safe with me. I’ll never hurt her. At least not unless she wants it. The dark side of me doesn’t care. The dark side wants her scared, broken, and begging.
Tightening my fist around my cock, I stroke myself harder, imagining her reaction if I were to come out and tie her to the bed.
Her moans fill the room, a symphony of raw pleasure that makes my heart pound. She’s panting, writhing, lost in the sensation. And then, when she’s on the brink, her voice breaks through the silence. “Dante,” she gasps, over and over, like a prayer, a plea.
It tears through me, echoing in my ears. My little doe is calling my name. Thinking of me. Imagining me. And that thought, that realization, it drives me wild.
Her body tenses, her fingers buried deep inside her, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit. And then she comes, her body shuddering with the force of her climax, her voice a raw, broken cry of pleasure. The sight of her, so open, so vulnerable, so lost in pleasure, it’s too much.
There’s a rush of wetness gushing from her, soaking the sheets beneath her. I can’t help but groan at the sight, my cock throbbing painfully in my hand. And then I come, clapping my free hand over my mouth to stifle the grunts of pleasure.
My release shoots over her clothes, making a mess. Good. She can find it later. And then I freeze, panicking.
Is she going to get fresh clothes from the closet now?
She holds the back of her hand against her forehead. “Time to shower,” she breathes to herself.
I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. And wait to hear the water turn on in the bathroom down the hall before stuffing my still-hard cock into my pants and getting the fuck out of her closet. The door creeks as it opens, and I wince, tiptoeing out into the corridor and past the bathroom. She’s left the door ajar, and I can see her silhouette through the steamy glass shower door.
My cock is still as hard as steel. Even though I just came while watching her play with herself. She turns, and I take that as my warning to move. I may have lost my fucking mind when it comes to her. But getting caught right now isn’t an option. I walk to the end of the corridor and quietly let myself out of the backdoor. The cold night air hits me, a stark contrast to the heat of Madison’s room.
My heart pounds in my chest. The thrill was intoxicating. I haven’t felt that alive since I left my old life behind four years ago. I need her. And the worst part is, she needs me too.
I stalk silently across her front yard toward my motorcycle. And I climb onto it, my helmet in my hand.
“Hey, you! What were you doing in that girl’s yard?” someone calls.
I glance toward the newcomer to see it’s her nearest neighbor, Derek Lane, and he’s a fucking menace when it comes to neighborhood watch. I should have been more careful.
Quickly, I pull my bike helmet on. “None of your business,” I reply as gruffly as possible, hoping he doesn’t recognize my voice. After all, the entire population of Fordhurst knows me. I turn on my bike’s engine and kick it into gear, revving it.
“Wait!” he shouts.
But I don’t wait. I twist the throttle, the engine’s roar slicing through the quiet night air as I speed off down the road, leaving Derek Lane in confusion. I don’t look back. The adrenaline courses through my veins, a mix of fear and exhilaration.
The cool night wind rushes against me, but it does nothing to cool the heat beneath my skin. I look at Madison’s cottage and his figure, fading in my rearview mirror. If I’d been seen breaking into a young woman’s home at night, I’d be ruined in this town. No priest acts like that.
As a priest, I should guide, protect, and pray for her. Instead, I’m stalking her, lusting after her, violating her privacy in the most intimate way possible. But I can’t stop myself. The thought of her lying on that bed, her body writhing in pleasure, calling my name... it’s a drug. And I’m an addict.
As I disappear into the night, I’m left with the beautiful image of her naked body writhing on her bed as she pleasured herself.
