I hesitantly bring a hand to my stomach, shivering when my fingers slide through the warm, viscous fluid streaked in long lines across my skin.
I rub some between my fingers, peering at it as I bring my hand closer.
Oh. My. GOD.
A tremor rips through my body, my hand jerking away from my face.
It’scum.
For half a second, I’m in total, frozen shock. My mouth falls open, and I juststareat the glistening cum on my fingertips, then down to the splatters of it all over my body.
A voice inside screams at me to, well,scream.
To be horrified.
To be furious at the man who did this to me. I knowexactlywho it was, and not just because there’s only one person I can think of who would be deranged enough to break into this fortress of a house to do this.
I know because he’s left me a calling card.
A black Bauta mask painted with ornate venom-green filigree sits at the foot of the bed, staring at me.
I don’t scream.
I don’t feel the nauseating embrace of horror and revulsion I know I should. And when I shiver, it’s not because I feel sick or violated.
Rather, my pulse quickens. My core clenches, and my nipples, glistening with Vaughn’s cum, tighten to points as my breath catches.
I know I should be calling this “assault”. But as much as I try to push my thoughts in that direction, they refuse to comply. Just like the electricity refuses to stop zipping over my skin.
The throb between my legs doesn’t go away. And when I feel my insides liquify, I’m helpless to stop my hands from slowly returning to my body.
I shudder as my fingers trace slow circles through the cum. The skin beneath my fingertips heats, and a shaky gasp tumbles from my throat.
Then, when my hands slide up to cup my breasts and my thumbs glide over the stickiness coating my nipples, the gasp transforms, becoming low.
Becoming broken and needy.
Becoming a moan.
I’m helpless to stop it from bubbling out as my body writhes slowly on the bed. I pinch my nipples, whimpering as I rub the sticky fluid into them, sending more electricity sparking through my core.
My body heats, my thighs shaking as my fingertips trace over my belly, then lower.
A desperate, needy sound chokes from my throat when my fingers glide over the pools of sticky white cum on my pussy. My fingers slip through it, and I cry out as I let one finger delve between my lips.
Oh God…
My back arches off the sheets as my fingers roll over my throbbing clit, and the achy groan resonates in my throat.
I start to rub faster, my face caving at the sheer depravity of massaginghis cuminto my swollen clit as my hips roll. My other hand squeezes my breasts, roughly twisting my sticky, wet nipples as I turn my head to moan into the pillow.
Vaughn washere.
While I slept.
He broke into my home, pulled my clothes off, and…
I sink a finger into my pussy, gasping as I curl it deep against my front wall. I can feel Vaughn’s cum dripping and sliding over my skin like a staked claim, leaving hot trails across my body as I rub my clit faster and pinch my nipples harder.
