My fingers tremble as I set my phone down on the nightstand. Closing my eyes, I lift my blankets halfway over my face. I feel as if I'm about to come out of my skin when minutes pass without another message coming through. More time goes by and nothing. Then a branch scrapes against the windows. I don't open my eyes, squeezing them tighter when I hear a clawing sound and the jerking of the window sliding up higher.
He's here, isn't he? I closed the door to keep my dog from coming in and ending this whole thing as soon as it starts. Mr. Wiggles hasn't scratched at the door yet so is hopefully sound asleep in his new favorite spot in the living room. It didn't take him long to get comfortable here. The transition was much easier for my dog than me. All the extra yard space to run around in doesn't hurt either, I'm sure.
My closet door opens, catching me by surprise and I sit up in bed, heart thrumming.
“Hello?” I say, turning around to face the window and a cat jumps off the edge, hissing.
I grasp at my chest, back slamming against the headboard. It wasn't him. The closet door squeaks again and the metal from one of the hangers scrapes over the rod. Tensing where I sit, my breaths are uneven and I keep my eyes on the small amount of light from outside shining against the metal knob.
“Hello…” I say again, voice squeaking at the end.
That's when a hooded figure appears from behind the door. I can't make out more than his silhouette, the outline of his body more apparent as my eyes adjust to the dark.
My throat goes dry, blood growing cold in my veins. Fear crawls up like a tiny line of ants. They dance along my skin and prickle their way up the back of my neck the longer he stands where he is staring at me. His eyes shine from the holes of his mask.
“You came,” I say, digging my nails into the skin of my thighs.
“Yes. I said I would, didn't I?”
“I….” My throat clenches as he steps closer, tilting his head.
“If you didn't want me here, you wouldn't have ghosted me online. I think you wanted me exactly where I am.”
“I don't. I…I don't know what I want.”
“I think you do,” he rasps out, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “I think you know exactly what you want. Maybe for once in your life like me. How about we take it together?”
He walks closer, stopping when his legs hit the end of the bed and an object is pulled from his pocket, reflecting light like a mirror. He lifts it up and I choke on my next breath. A knife. He has a knife.
Dread and pleasure spiral through me making my head spin. It's too much. But I need more too. I don't know what more until he touches the tip of the blade to my blanket, gliding it up the top of my leg.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Whatever I want. Don't worry. You'll enjoy every bit of it.” He drags the knife higher, brushing the flat surface over the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs wider, a whimper pushing from my lips. “Touch yourself for me. Just like you would on camera. Turn the lamp on first. I want to see all of it.”
Lifting a shaky hand, I stretch out one arm to hit the switch on the lamp and as soon as the space around me lights up I move the tips of my fingers slowly to one of my nipples. I lightly brush over the top of my piercings earning a shudder from my body. I touch the other side and then start twisting at both hard nubs. Adding gentle tugging, I press my ass to the mattress, lifting my hips toward the knife as he slides it up and down my thickening cock. Thinking about what the cold metal would feel like against my skin has me thrusting again, hole clenching.
Why does my body like this so much? I should want him to stop. Any normal person would.
“There's nothing normal about any of your fantasies,” I remember my ex saying as he clenched his fist at his sides.
Sheep Finder never questioned it. I never told him exactly what played out in my head either and he knew anyway. No one ever reads me so quickly like he does and he accomplished it all from the other side of my computer under a different roof. Which makes me wonder if he lives close by. Have I ever had a run in with him around town?
My thoughts go back to my neighbor. No. I've already established earlier that it wasn't him, didn't I? I pretend anyway, envisioning that sly smile beneath the mask.
“That's it. Keep making yourself feel good. Show me what you like and I'll show you what you never thought you would.”
I dig my nails into my sensitive nubs, sucking in a sharp breath as my body tenses against the bed. His breaths start skipping along with my heart and he palms at his cock. “I want to show you what you're doing to me. Do you want to see?”
“Yes,” I rasp. “You always get to see me. My turn.”
He huffs a laugh and the sound is deep. Deep and familiar. His voice is too low of a whisper for me to hear it well. It's hard to see if I'd recognize it. I wish he spoke louder. Is there a reason he won't?
“I guess you've earned it. You've put on so many wonderful shows for me. You're a lot more entertaining to watch.”
“Doubt it. I don't do anything differently from anyone else.” My nails scrape between my pecs.
“I beg to differ. If that were true, so many men wouldn't be offering so much money to get one on one time with you.”