Haunting-Adeline
The phone lights up with an incoming text, the vibra ons in the bedtraveling straight up my legs.I snatch it up. I fucking love gouda cheese, goddammit.UNKNOWN: I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.I snarl.ME: From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.UNKNOWN: You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’lllet you do anything you want to me.I’m going to suffer from a heart a ack with the severe direc ons myblood keeps rushing to. My pussy pulses from the illicit thought of himhandcuffed to my bed, a smirk on his face, dripping with sin. And thosegoddamn mismatched eyes looking up at me the way he did when he wasfucking me with his gun. Like I’m a li le mouse that he wants to devour,stuck in the trap with the gouda cheese puffing up my cheeks.Fuck.My hands shake as I try to force the thought from my head. But it’s takenhold and I can’t get it out.I straighten my legs, squeezing my thighs together. But it doesn’t easethe steady throb between my clenched thighs, nor the wetness poolingbetween them.My heart races as another ping vibrates my phone.I don’t want to look, but I have no fucking self-control.UNKNOWN: Are you playing with yourself, little mouse? Touchingyour sweet little pussy to the thought of me handcuffed to your bed?ME: You’re disgusting.But that’s exactly what I’ve begun to do. As soon as I read the words, itwas like he possessed my body to do exactly what he was asking. My handsnaked down into my pan es, my finger gently swiping at my engorged clit.Even as I wrote back my scathing reply.I’m wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and comfortable underwear.I feel bare and exposed beneath the thin co on. When my legs begin tofall apart, I rip my hand out like I touched a burning stove, hissing at myown stupidity.UNKNOWN: And you’re a liar.ME: Fuck. Off.
UNKNOWN: Next time you tell me to fuck off, your clit is goingbetween my teeth.My bo om lip goes between mine. I suck my lip in sharply, shocked byhis nerve. By the pure audacity this man possesses. Yet just as turned on.I squeeze my hand around the phone, ha ng myself more and more asthis conversa on progresses.My fingers twitch with the need to tell him to fuck off again. The assholeprobably doesn’t even know how opposi onal I am.Tell me not to do something, and I’ll only want to do it more.And with a threat like that, I’m so fucking tempted. I feel my hearttumble in my chest again, bea ng against my rib cage as my thumb travelsover the le ers.I stare at the two words on my screen, my thumb hovering over the Sendbu on. My shadow has proven to follow through with his threats.So why do I want to do it so badly? I mean, who ins gates their fuckingstalker? And to put his mouth on their pussy, no less.I throw my phone as soon as my thumb skates across the bu on. Themessage swoops away, and I know I just did something idio c.Fuck, fuck, fuck.My head is in my hands again, my fingers clenching my hair ghtly un l Ifeel the strands pulling taut, ny stabs of pain following suit.Ping.The racing muscle inside my ribcage bursts free and climbs up my throat.I can’t look. Abruptly, I stand, restless energy coa ng my nerves un l I’mnearly convulsing. I need to… do something. Distract myself.Snatching my phone, I hurry down the hall, down the creaky woodenstairs, and into my kitchen.It’s dark in here. Eerie. But my stubbornness prevents me from turningany lights on.Ping.Shakily, I pour two fingers of my grandfather’s whiskey into a glass. Andthen I hold up the decanter, no ng how li le is le .Asshole.I shoot the alcohol down in one swallow. The taste is smoky, with a hintof citrus. It burns on the way down, turning the insides of my body into aninferno.
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The phone lights up with an incoming text, the vibra ons in the bed
traveling straight up my legs.
I snatch it up. I fucking love gouda cheese, goddammit.
UNKNOWN: I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.
I snarl.
ME: From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.
UNKNOWN: You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll
let you do anything you want to me.
I’m going to suffer from a heart a ack with the severe direc ons my
blood keeps rushing to. My pussy pulses from the illicit thought of him
handcuffed to my bed, a smirk on his face, dripping with sin. And those
goddamn mismatched eyes looking up at me the way he did when he was
fucking me with his gun. Like I’m a li le mouse that he wants to devour,
stuck in the trap with the gouda cheese puffing up my cheeks.
Fuck.
My hands shake as I try to force the thought from my head. But it’s taken
hold and I can’t get it out.
I straighten my legs, squeezing my thighs together. But it doesn’t ease
the steady throb between my clenched thighs, nor the wetness pooling
between them.
My heart races as another ping vibrates my phone.
I don’t want to look, but I have no fucking self-control.
UNKNOWN: Are you playing with yourself, little mouse? Touching
your sweet little pussy to the thought of me handcuffed to your bed?
ME: You’re disgusting.
But that’s exactly what I’ve begun to do. As soon as I read the words, it
was like he possessed my body to do exactly what he was asking. My hand
snaked down into my pan es, my finger gently swiping at my engorged clit.
Even as I wrote back my scathing reply.
I’m wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and comfortable underwear.
I feel bare and exposed beneath the thin co on. When my legs begin to
fall apart, I rip my hand out like I touched a burning stove, hissing at my
own stupidity.
UNKNOWN: And you’re a liar.
ME: Fuck. Off.
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