“Good girl.I know this is…unconventional.But it’s for the best.I promise.I’m winging it here, too, pretty girl.I’ve never done anything like this.But it feels right.It keeps my anonymity, for the time being.Not forever, though, princess.I have a good feeling about us.I think we’re going to be compatible.”
I bite into my bottom lip.I have no idea how we could be compatible, but I say nothing.
Suddenly, his lips are on my forehead above the blindfold.He kisses me gently, lingering.“You smell so good.”He groans.“Sleep tight, princess.”
I’m frozen as he pulls back.A second later, my bedroom door snicks shut.He’s gone.I can’t move.I’m too stunned.Part of me wonders if I didn’t dream the entire thing.But when I reach up to touch my face, I find the blindfold.I slowly peel it off and blink into the dimly lit room.
It takes me a while to start breathing regularly.I consider getting up, turning on the light, and seeing if everything he said is true.Did he really leave a list of rules and clothes for me to wear?I don’t move, though.I feel exhausted and heavy.I’d rather not know.Maybe I was dreaming.I’ll find out in the morning.
Six
Rook
Fuck, Briana’s precious.I’m kind of surprised by how easily she went back to sleep.Probably because of those damn pills she takes.By the time I get home and open the app to see her through the camera, she’s asleep again.
Even more shocking, I also sleep well.I rarely sleep through the night.Most of the time, I end up pacing, my mind running in every direction.There’s something about the dark that brings out another side of me.A restless side.Thoughtful.
I know I’m a bit warped.It’s a result of my upbringing.It molded me into the man I am today.
When the sun is up, I think I’m fairly normal to most people.I do all of the things regular folks do.I do my job.I’m friendly and personable.I get along with people, even though I rarely feel the desire to befriend them.
I have all the friends I need.My roommates and I are close.We’re like brothers.Wecalleach other brothers.We met through circumstances none of us cares to speak of, but that experience caused us to bond as a family.We understand each other.Our quirks.Our odd needs.There are five of us, and in numbers there is strength.
After getting up earlier than Briana, I’m dressed, caffeinated, and fed before sitting at my desk to watch her.Maybe I’m a pervert for doing this.I’ve never put a camera in anyone’s home before.This is a first.I also haven’t told my friends.They don’t know I’m stalking this girl.I can’t tell them yet.I’m breaking the rules.
When her alarm goes off, she slaps snooze and rolls over.I’m not fond of this practice.She should learn to get up the first time it goes off.In fact, if she managed her time better and went to bed earlier every night, she wouldn’t need an alarm at all.I rarely use one.I can’t even remember the last time my alarm went off before I woke up.
I need to pick my battles, though.Her wake-up routine isn’t my primary concern yet.I need to focus on more pressing things like her slovenliness and eating habits.I’ve watched her eat chips and cookies at her desk.I’m not sure she always has actual meals.
About twenty seconds after hitting the snooze, Briana shocks me by sitting upright as if jolted awake.She looks around the room in a panic.That’s when it occurs to me that she’s just remembered our chat in the night.
Good.I’m glad I’m the first person she’s thinking of this morning.
She pushes the covers back and swings out of bed to rush over to her desk.After grabbing the piece of paper I left, she holds it in front of her face for a long time.Reading, of course.
Finally, she slowly sets it back down and continues to stare at it.Is she memorizing it?I want to know what she’s thinking, but I don’t want to start bombarding her with texts and calls just yet.I don’t want to scare her off.
I really like this girl.
A lot.
I wasn’t kidding her when I said I think we have potential.I felt even stronger about that after spending time with her last night.
When she turns around, she pauses again before slowly picking up the pile of clothes I stacked neatly on her desk chair.She brings it to her nose next, and my heart skips a beat.Is she trying to scent me?
Fuck, that’s hot.
I hate how long she’s in the bathroom.I also hate that she takes the clothes with her and changes where I can’t see her.I’ve already seen her naked body plenty of times.I get a hard-on every time.Her tits are fucking perfection.Small, high, and perky with little rose-colored nipples.I’ve dreamed of suckling them, of her writhing in my arms while I do so.I hope I get the opportunity soon, but first, she needs to learn to obey me and accept that she’s mine.
Is she?I draw in a deep breath.Fuck, I hope so.I hope this works out because I’m already thinking of Briana as mine.
When she comes out of the bathroom, she’s dressed in exactly what I left out for her.Her hair is in a high ponytail.“Good girl.”I really like ponytails.Every time I see her hair that way, I think of fisting it in my hand to pull her head back.Not in anger.In lust.Will she like that?I’m not sure yet.
I wish the camera I installed had sound.Maybe I can install something else to pick up noises.It didn’t really occur to me that it would be necessary.After all, she’s alone in her room.Who would she be talking to?But sheistalking.Toherself.It’s adorable.I think she’s grumbling as she sits at her desk and leans over my list again.
She looks around the room for a long time.Suddenly, she picks up her phone—the one I plugged into her charger last night.The naughty girl would have gone to class with a dead battery if I hadn’t helped her out.
It seems she’s reading a text, and then she types out a reply.My chest tightens.Who’s texting my girl?It doesn’t sit well with me.I need to chill.I can’t totally isolate her.I’ll end up smothering her and ruin our bourgeoning relationship.