“Fucking hell.” I pull my dick out, moving forward until only an inch separates my face from the monitor.
I jerk my length vigorously, imagining being inside her sweet heat. She begins violently trembling, reaching her climax at the same time my semen squirts all over the keyboard.
“Shit,” I grunt.
I’m not waiting until morning to find out what secrets her diary holds. The chance of being caught is great, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. I’ll make my move after she’s fast asleep.
An hour after she dozes off, I put my plan into motion. Stealthily, I creep inside Pepper’s condo and close the door quietly to avoid detection. I take the black ski mask from my pocket and pull it over my face. The adrenaline rushing through my veins serves as an aphrodisiac, increasing my need to fuck her.
I stalk towards her bedroom but don’t enter. Instead, I linger in the doorway and listen to her soothing rhythmic breathing for a few moments before proceeding forward. My eyes devour her succulent form. One arm is strewn on her stomach and the other lies haphazardly next to her head. The comforter is tangled at her feet, leaving her legs slightly agape.An invitation. She sleeps, clueless of the danger only inches away. It would be so easy to take what I want—to pop her cherry and release the juices from her virgin cunt. She’ll never know it was me.
No, that’s not how I want to obtain my victory.
The need to touch her has my hand reaching out, lifting her shirt and exposing voluptuous breasts. Her eyes could pop open at any second, but I’m powerless to stop myself. I lean down and flick my tongue across her nipple until it becomes erect. Pepper turns to the side, facing me, and releases a low, tortured whimper.
I hurriedly hide beneath the bed, holding my breath.
“Dom,” she whispers seductively, hardening my dick instantly.
Her low moans fill the room.
Is she dreaming of me? That thought excites me further. I roll from under the bed and climb to my knees, risking discovery, but as suspected, she remains in slumber. Pepper’s hand is under the waistband of her panties, swiftly moving in her quest to find pleasure. The sight pushes me close to the edge. I watch, fascinated, and the idea of crawling between her legs flashes through my mind once more. She would be defenseless against me. It’d take little effort to pry her legs open and rip her fucking panties off. I’d use the pillow to smother her screams of pain while forcing my dick inside her tight cunt.
She wants me to fuck her. Her calling out my name is confirmation. Pepper begins to shake, attaining pleasure. Sighing blissfully, she flips onto her back. Her hand is now at her side, covered in pussy juices. Another person wouldn’t tempt fate a second time, but I’m desperate for a taste. I suck on her slender fingers, stopping whenever she stirs, prepared to seek my hiding place. Pepper’s savory vanilla taste explodes on my tongue.Delicious.Needing to come, I free my throbbing cock and plant my nose at the juncture of her thighs, drawing the smell of her into my lungs. Groaning, I begin jerking off to her appetizing scent until my seed spills onto the floor. After collecting myself, I retrieve the diary and make a hasty departure from the condo.
Soon, I’ll have everything needed to bring Pepper to heel.
Last night, I dreamed of Dom again. The heat of his breath and tongue on my nipple seemed so real. This morning I woke up drenched in sweat with his smell surrounding me. He’s invading my senses.
I thought interning here was a blessing, but maybe it’s leading to my ruin. Earlier, he walked by my cubicle, which is something he’s never done before. I kept my eyes fixed on the computer, but I felt his gaze boring into me. My hand shook over the mouse, and the sentences on the screen became blurry. He chuckled, a low sexy sound that made my core clench. After he passed, I looked up, expecting to see his back, but he was watching me. My mouth went dry at his unnerving stare. I fled, running in the opposite direction, causing some coworkers to gawk at me.
The incident left me unsettled. Thank goodness it’s lunchtime, not that I have the appetite to eat. I opted to spend the hour in the cafeteria instead of going out. I sit at the table, absentmindedly twirling the fork in my spaghetti, peering off into the distance.
“Hi.”
A model-thin girl, about my height with short red hair and jade-colored eyes, stands beside me holding a tray of food.
“Hello,” I reply, offering a smile.
She holds out her hand. “Trish.”
“Pepper,” I reply, and we shake hands.
“Awesome name.”
“Thank you.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Be my guest,” I answer eagerly, thrilled at the prospect of making a new friend.
“We go to the same school,” Trish says, settling in the chair. “I’ve seen you on campus.”
“Oh. You go to Duncan?”
“Yep.”
I study her face, but there’s no recognition. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember seeing you around.”
