No. Fuck. That’s crazy.
I set it down on the nightstand beside me.
This whole thing is probably just paranoia from my new meds. I’m no stranger to side effects fucking with me. I’ll call Dr. Thurston in the morning and tell her what I’ve been experiencing. Then at least I can get some sleep tonight. Besides, if anyone were to break in, I would hear the trap I set for them.
CHAPTER 9
THE MISFIT
27 YEARS OLD
Hazel is a bundle of nerves,and it’s all my doing. I watch as she sits, back rigid against her headboard, twisting the knife nervously in her hands. As if that could stop me. Fuck, how I would love to tie her up right now and spread her out for me to play with. To bend her to my will. To hear her cry out my name in ecstasy.
How will she react to me, I wonder, when I finally reveal myself? Will she remember me? Will her eyes widen with fear or will her thighs clench with desire? Will she shake? Or perhaps fight back? God, the possibilities are endless, and I can’t wait to figure her out.
The need to touch and taste her is overwhelming. To smell her on me.
She’s so beautiful like this. In all ways really, but there’s something about how helpless she is. Not knowing that I lay right above her. Completely vulnerable to my whims. The fact that I can toy with her like this gives me such a rush.
Finally, after hours of waiting and watching, she falls asleep.
I wait until her breathing becomes even before extricating myself from the attic. Mask affixed to my face, I snag her discarded underwear in my hands and run the fabric betweenmy fingers as I stare down at her. The way her breasts rise and fall within arm’s reach. Fuck.
I step closer, chancing this moment with her as I run my finger down her exposed skin that dips between her breasts. A small moan escapes her mouth and I want to swallow it whole. Shove it down deep inside my stomach to devour its very essence.
Her pert nipples stab through the cotton knit tank she’s wearing, and my pants tighten around my hardening cock.
She’s an angel and I am her devil. Here to corrupt and tempt into sin.
Her shirt slides easily down as I pull to get a glimpse of those breasts she teases me with. Flaunting them for her followers. But they’re mine. Taking my cock out, I begin to jerk myself off onto her. It doesn’t take long to bring myself to the brink as I watch her perfect body. She could wake at any second. Would she scream seeing how I’m painting her full chest with my cum and marking her as mine? Hazel’s eyelashes flutter as my cum splatters along her skin before going still. I place her glistening tits back in her shirt and marvel at my artwork. This deserves another picture, I decide, taking my phone out and snapping the moment for me to cherish.
Fucking gorgeous.
She still doesn’t wake as I walk right out her front door, swallowed by the dark.
The mold for the kit I sent away for arrives in the morning. Its instructions are difficult to follow at first, but I get the hang of it. Just the thought of Hazel fucking herself with a mold of my cock gets me hard enough for the kit. After the mold takes, I insert thevibrating attachment. It takes over twenty-four hours to dry, so I set it off to the side while it does its thing. I can’t wait to drop that at her house. Knowing she’ll think it’s one of the toys she ordered. Or maybe I’ll dare her to use it.
Getting rid of her products wasn’t because I feel intimated by the toys. I just want to be the one to bring her the pleasure that she seeks. I think of how we could use her toys together. Imagining myself seated deep within her tight cunt while the mold of my cock takes her from behind, filling her with all of me.
There were a surprising amount of designs to choose from when I selected which mold to go with. I almost picked the glow in the dark one for shits and giggles, but instead went with one that resembled the kind she originally chose. A bright pink that would put a highlighter to shame.
Checking the cameras, I see that Hazel is right where I left her. Curled up in the fetal position, hands tucked tightly under her chin. I zoom in on her face and trace the round shape of her cheek with my thumb. The pixilated image will have to do for now.
Several hours pass until she’s padding around her house, sleep clinging to her eyes. Her poorly dyed hair swept up into a messy bun. She cleaned up the cum from her tits and I wonder what she felt seeing my pleasure splayed out before her. She has to know what she does to me. How deeply imbedded into my skin she is.
Her movements captivate and intrigue me, finding out what her little habits are, and what makes her tick. The girl I remember her being is still buried inside of the one she’s turned into. I’m sure of it.
As she settles in her pink chair, I decide that the first step in having her remember herself is to have her change her hair back to her natural color.
Time to fucking play.
I type out a message and wait for it to go through.
Truth or Dare, Hazel?
A shrill ding comes through the speakers and her entire body goes rigid, stopping her in her tracks, before she snags another knife from the counter.
Fuck. I love the power I have over her.
