My Masked Valentine: You want me to scare you, take control, pin you to the bed, and render you helpless as I fuck you into oblivion? I think I might propose soon
His reaction calms my heart for some reason. I think part of me was scared this confession would frighten him. I mean, I did come out swinging telling him to chase me and take me.
But I feel comfortable saying these things to him, and I mean them wholeheartedly. I’ve never let myself fully imagine what I would want, but deep down, I know the darker things I crave. It’s evident in the type of porn I’ve gravitated toward in the past—the intruder who takeswhat they want and taboo categories that I’ll take to the grave with me. They’ve always intrigued me, but I’ve never had someone open to exploring those parts of my desires before, not until him.
My wants were always dismissed, tossed aside like they didn’t matter as much as my partners. At some point, I even believed that. But I was wrong and so were they. Which is why I dumped them in the first place, knowing that I deserved better.
I know this relationship is a bit unorthodox, but in a way, I’ve never felt safer or more seen and understood. He knows me, every habit, hobby, and secret. He doesn’t expect anything back. He gives selflessly, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
If he’s going out of his way to help me explore my sexual desires, I want to do the same for him.
What’s one of your fantasies?
He hesitates, seemingly contemplating his response, and then an image comes through. It takes me a moment to process what I’m looking at.
It’s a photo from some kind of security camera. It’s familiar and?—
Oh my God …
I’m staring at a picture of my office, of me at my deskright now.He’s watching me. His cameras don’t just exist in my house; he’s infiltrated my work too.
My heart pounds in my chest. I can’t believe he hid them here. I mean, I can, given that he hid them in mybedroom and probably every inch of the rest of my home—I’m fairly certain of that now.
I’m too calm, too okay with knowing that he’s watching me right now. But in a weird way, it brings me peace of mind, knowing he’s looking over me. He won’t hurt me—I truly believe that—and as long as he’s my guardian angel, I have a feeling that anyone who tried to bring me harm would be quickly met with his wrath.
My Masked Valentine: Turn to the camera
Please tell me why my core pulses when I read that message. Four simple words, but ones with an incredibly intense implication. By obeying, I’ll put him fully in charge. My compliance will show that I’m okay with the cameras, okay with him watching me here, okay with his possession.
The truth? I am okay with it—probably too much. And it terrifies me how easily I am handing my heart and trust over to my stalker.
Doing as he said, I turn my swivel chair toward the direction of the camera, based on the photo he took.
My Masked Valentine: Open your legs
My skin is electric, my heart hammering out of my chest. I swallow hard and take a shaky breath.
Why is this so exhilarating? Why am I already wet for him from his mere texts? God, my need for him is pathetic.
Slowly, I open my legs, my skirt riding up on mythighs. I swear he might be able to see my heartbeat visibly thumping in the side of my neck as I glance up toward where the camera should be. But I don’t see anything. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Another text comes through, and I jump at the chime.
My Masked Valentine: Such a good girl. Fuck. I wish I were there … I’d reward you with my tongue
My Masked Valentine: Unlock your desk. Second drawer. Beneath the files.
My brow furrows as I read his previous message.
What?
Spinning back to my desk, I grab my keys and unlock it, opening the second drawer, like he said. Did he put something in here? I wouldn’t be surprised, just shocked I haven’t come across it by accident.
Pushing all the files to the side, I gasp, finding a little black box at the bottom.
My phone chimes as I lift it out of the drawer and shut it, repositioning myself toward the hidden camera.
My Masked Valentine: Take it out. Turn it on. Put it in.
