“And why would I do that?”
Sheep Finder:Because you never know who might be watching and we both know how much you like when someone is. You want to hear and feelit sometimes without seeing it. You want those tingles crawling up the back of your neck as you fuck your hand.
“I…” I lick my lips and can't believe how I'm about to go along with all this but I can't stop my next words from forcing their way out of my mouth. “Okay. I could use some time away from the house.”
Sheep Finder:Everyone can. Remember don't tell anyone when or where you're going, and I'm sure wherever you choose will be the perfect place for someone to lurk without you noticing.
My body buzzes and I nod, mouth going dry as I already start to think of the perfect spot. There's a lake not far from here. An abandoned farm too. There are also so many open fields surrounded by trees. Night time would really make it easier for me to stay out of sight, and I'd also have a harder time knowing if I'm being followed or not. Do I really want to be alone in the dark in a place where no one could find me or hear me scream if I need help?
Yes, yes I think I do.
Sheep Finder:Get an earlier nap in today, Bo. You’ve earned it.
I nod again, and he logs off first, leaving me all alone.
But am I really? I smile, looking at all the open windows, and climb into my bed, hoping I’m in a place where I’m easily seen with the blanket pulled right below the start of my crack.
Nine
Nicolas
As the sky starts to grow dark, I walk outside, pretending to check on my garden while peering over across the way. His car is still parked in front of his brother's house and the lights are all on inside. One by one, they slowly turn off and minutes later a yellow lab shoots out the door. Patrick follows right behind him, looking around as he holds a phone to his ear. He seems to be in deep conversation with someone. It's hard to make out his expression from where I am and I don't want to appear too obvious by moving closer. Who is it? Bill collectors? His brother's doctor? Another family member he has yet to mention?
Jealousy stirs in me when I think about him giving his number to one of his other subscribers. No one should get that privilege over me. No one should ever get more than what I do.
My chest heavily rises and falls. I take slow breaths trying to calm myself down as I tighten my fists at my sides. The darkness I get right before a job is seeping in and I don't want to use too much of it on him. I've decided Ilike having him above the soil a lot more than I would below it. I want his heart beating fast when he thinks someone's closing in on him in a dark, empty parking lot. I want those muscles in his neck pulsing when he feels my warm breath behind his neck, too scared to turn around and confirm he's not alone.
I need to watch the color deepen in those soft pale cheeks as he falls apart beneath me. Oh how I want to bring so many shades of pink to his body and watch it start to drain before bringing it back. I want him to need me in a way no one else does. As much as I like getting my hands dirty, I also enjoyed fixing a cute little redhead’s messes just as much. Maybe sometimes a little more.
Patrick bends down to pet Mr. Wiggles and talks to the sheep in a high pitched tone. When they baa in response he baas back. I laugh, shaking my head. This man's whole world could be crumbling around him and he'd still exit his house in the evening shining brighter than the sun. Not only can I no longer bear the thought of taking that away from him, I don't want anyone else to either.
Eyes darting my way, his demeanor changes. “Evening, neighbor!” He waves his hand in the air, facing me more as he snaps his fingers at his dog to follow him inside.
“Evening. How's that fence working?” I shout.
He gives me a thumbs up, slipping his phone in his back pocket.
“Good. Let's hope it stays that way.”
“I know where to go when it doesn't,” he says leaning forward while winking.
Yes, that's right little Bo, always come to me. No one else but me.
He waves at me again before disappearing inside. I use this as an opportunity to get in my truck and leave before he does, setting my phone in the holder as I bring up the tracking app. I tagged his car when he was sleeping. I want to always be able to find him, even when he's not expecting me to.I think the surprises are something he really enjoys more than he cares to admit. I want him to know it's okay to embrace those sides of himself he's been holding back. Someone made him feel shame for his desires. It'll take time but I'll slowly undo all the damage they've done.
His fantasies are fully welcome here and completely healthy. Doing them with me might not always be but I saw his lust for danger when he thought he was alone outside touching himself. Only someone like me can give him that and only someone like him can make me crave more than bloodshed.
I drive to the gas station, killing some time grabbing a protein shake and some string cheese, filling up my tank as I watch my phone. He's in his car and it's moving. Slowly as if he's figuring out the best place to go. He turns around more than once and the car parks before taking off again. This time he doesn't stop once and drives at a steady pace with more confidence than before.
He's following his GPS isn't he? Finally decided to stop doing shit the hard way and did a little research for once. Which place did he land on when he did? Will it be somewhere I've been? Will he take off all his clothes or reveal his cock? Fuck, I can't wait either way. It's going to be so hard not reaching out and touching him. His body calls to me like a fridge to a magnet. I get jittery and shaky when I have to keep my distance for long but it also sets my body on fire just watching.
He eats it right up too while also being as equally frustrated as me. We'll be able to have the best of both soon enough but I want him to keep needing this just as much. I want him to fully lean into it and trust someone will be everywhere he needs them to be.
His car stops moving and a smile spreads across my face. Yes, I know this place very well. I can walk the whole thing with my eyes closed. I'm sure I could easily find him that way too. His smell is so unique and fucking intoxicating. Apples, cinnamon and vanilla. There's this small hintof something else too. Nothing I can compare to anything else. A scent that's all him, that pairs well with anything.
Sucking in a breath, I speed up the car, driving faster to where he waits for me. If only I had a tracker on him. I guess it's funner this way. Excitement runs through me from the thrill I get from risking being caught. I do want him to know I'm there but I don't want him to see me. Not all of me. Only small amounts at a time. I plan on remaining a shadow that's easily mistaken from strangely shaped branches or a large animal moving through the trees.
I got closer to my destination, my cock thickening in my jeans when I finally spot his car. I park far enough away where he can't see my car or notice me slipping out of the driver's side. There's no one in the driver's seat of his car when I take a peek through my binoculars. Heart beating fast, I slowly slip out of the car and walk with light steps, walking around a stack of branches and scattered rocks.
