Chapter 5 Hael
Hael
The juggling I do while unlocking my front door, with Chinese takeout in one hand and three textbooks in the other, should be worthy of a circus act. I kick the door closed behind me, set my food down on the entry table, and flip the lock.
With the kitchen as my destination, I gather up the container but stop in my tracks as I pass the living room.
There on the coffee table is a bouquet of the most beautiful orange and seafoam green roses I’ve ever seen.
With baby’s breath spread throughout, they sit in a clear crystal vase with a note leaning against it.
On the couch is something altogether different. A huge Coach gift bag, overflowing with tissue paper, just begging to be ripped open. Blowing out a breath, I give the surprise one last glance before rushing to the kitchen to unload my arms.
Leaning on the counter, staring at my hands, my body tightens with anticipation because I know it’s from him. He’s the only one capable of getting into my house besides Piper, and she’d tell me if she were dropping something off.
Closing my eyes and taking a deep, calming breath, I blow it out slowly before making my way back to the living room.
Sitting on the couch next to the bag, my fingers circle the vase, drawing them closer.
I bury my face in the flowers and inhale deeper, losing myself in the sublime, fragrant scent of the roses.
Sneezing, I pull away and grab the card with my name scrawled on top, slowly opening the envelope. Peeking inside, there’s a matching orange piece of paper folded in half, so I slip it out and unfold it, nerves fluttering in my belly as I begin to read.
Sweet pea,
A gift to show I have no ill intent towards you and our future together. I also changed my mind about our call tonight… Wear what’s in the bag for me, baby.
Please don’t fear me.
Sincerely,
Daddy
Gah! Why do I get so damn giddy over the way he speaks to me?
Chewing my lip as I turn to open the bag, I’m shocked to find a rare crossbody Coach purse with their signature carriage house stitched into the leather as well as their logo, NYC, and a few other patches.
Setting it down, I grab a smaller bag from a lingerie company I’ve never heard of, and very obviously couldn’t afford, even with my family's money.
Withdrawing the black floral lace panties, they’re more decoration than covering because there’s a string that rests between the ass cheeks, and the front is wide open, like a frame for my pussy.
Attached to their front is a thin strap that runs up the front of the body and is secured by a lace choker around the neck.
The material is soft to the touch, and I hesitate to think of what it’ll look like on my body. Glancing back into the bag, there are two more of the same style, only one is white, and the other is the same seafoam green as some of the flowers.
“Why does this feel more lurid than just being nude?” In truth, I’m kind of excited. I’ve always wanted sexy garments, and now I have three sets.
Returning everything to the gift bag, I take it and the flowers with me to my room.
The vase goes on top of my dresser, which is in front of my window, so it catches all the sunlight.
After removing the lingerie from the bag, I lay them out on my bed, trying to decide which one I’ll wear for him tonight.
My phone starts chiming from the kitchen, and since changing ringtones to alert me to specific contacts, I recognize that it’s him. Likely checking to see if I’m home to receive his gifts.
I return to the kitchen and dig through my bag to find the device.
Stalker Daddy: What do you think?
Me: Of what?
He can’t possibly know I’m home. I stayed at the library after class before grabbing food.
Stalker Daddy: Sweet pea, I watched you open the bag and bury your face in the roses.
What the hell?
Me: You have cameras in here?
Back to freaked out again. Dammit.
Stalker Daddy: Did you think I wouldn’t? I’ve told you enough that I’m watching you.
Me: Ugh. I was just starting to think you weren’t a complete creep.
Stalker Daddy: I’m going to let that pass this once, but don’t fucking push me too hard, Hael. Your ass won’t like the consequences.
Me: You’ve said that already.
Stalker Daddy: Do I need to come and take it out on you now?
Biting my lip hard enough to taste blood, I debate my response.
Our banter is so sexy and domineering that I have a hard time truly being afraid of him.
If he were someone who wanted to harm me, he’d be more vocal about the torturous things he’d like to do to me, and they certainly wouldn’t be things I’d enjoy.
Me: Sorry…Daddy.
Stalker Daddy: That’s better, sweet pea. Now tell me, do you like my present?
Me: Yes. How did you know I’ve wanted sexy lingerie?
Stalker Daddy: I didn’t. I was only hoping you’d wear them for me.
Me: Oh. Why three sets?
Stalker Daddy: Over the next three days you’re going to wear each to bed. On one of those nights, Daddy is coming for you.
Oh, good gravy. I’m not ready for that. I’ve only just accepted that he isn’t out for blood. How am I supposed to prepare to be, what…taken?
Me: I’m scared, Daddy.
Stalker Daddy: Don’t be. Tonight we’ll talk for as long as you want. Tonight is about us making you comfortable. Tomorrow I’ll have breakfast set up for you. And then your lunch and dinner will be delivered throughout the day.
Me: But you said you’re taking me, how will I know when?
Stalker Daddy: That’s part of the thrill. I promise you’ll enjoy it. Now go into your room and grab the black bottle off your nightstand. Rub it into your nipples, on your clit, and inside your pussy.
Me: What is it?
Heading back to my room, I notice the bottle I missed before. There’s no label, and it can’t be more than a few ounces of fluid. Unscrewing the cap and sniffing cautiously, it smells like orange creamsicle.
Stalker Daddy: Please do it then I’ll tell you.
I hesitate for a second before putting down the phone and stripping off my clothes to follow his direction.
Stalker Daddy: Record yourself then send it to me.
Biting my lip, I open the phone’s camera app and hit record. It’s a stupid thing to do; things like this live forever, but I trust that he won’t share the moment.
Squirting the cream onto my fingers, I start with my nipples, massaging it into the peaks and closing my eyes as I kneel on the bed over my phone so he sees it all.
Once my nipples are coated, I squeeze out more and slide my fingers down my pussy, pushing two of them inside, and moaning at how good it feels.
There’s a tingling sensation as it warms up, and an orgasm begins to build.
Using the tips of my other fingers, I rub the cream into my clit, pressing harder as my body locks up and pleasure flows through me.
Starting at my toes, building in my center, and exploding at its peak.
With a lurid moan, I collapse over my phone, continuing to rub myself until I can’t stand it anymore.
After pulling my fingers free, I stroke them all over my body until I’m covered in my own juices.
Flopping onto my back, I lift my phone and hit send.
Stalker Daddy: Thank you, sweet pea.
I close my eyes and breathe through my nose, trying to regain some composure.
I want nothing more than to be cuddled by the man turning my world over, but he’s not here.
Just as I’m about to fall asleep, my nipples, clit, and pussy start to throb like I’m on the edge of another orgasm, but I have no idea why.
God, it feels so good. Addicting. A chime makes me squirm.
Stalker Daddy: You’re fucking stunning when you come like a dirty little girl. I can’t wait to get my cock down that sexy throat until you’re choking on my cum.
Me: What’s happening to me?
Stalker Daddy: Don’t worry baby, it’s only my cum mixed with some stimulating cream. Perfectly safe. Let it do its magic and once it’s absorbed, you won’t even know it’s there until you're aroused again.
Stalker Daddy: This is what you do to me.
A video of his hand working up and down his cock comes through.
I wonder if the cream he puts in his hand is the same as what’s absorbing into my body.
His grunts are like music to my ears, and I watch, enthralled.
His fist is rough and tight around his girthy length, and as he pumps, I finally notice the barbells along the hard man meat being jacked off like it’s a punishment.
Not just one piercing, either, but what appears to be three.
The Prince Albert is easy to identify. The one in the middle of his shaft, penetrating through both sides, seems intimidating, and I make a note to look it up later.
The last one is at the base of his dick on top.
Oh boy, those will likely be brutal on a girl.
Or filled with pleasure.
My breathing accelerates as I imagine the feeling of all those little barbells playing with my body.
My eyes catch on the tip of his penis as he shouts my name. I’m mesmerized by how he erupts, semen splattering all over his stomach, and my mouth waters for a taste.
Stalker Daddy: I can’t fucking wait to get inside your virgin cunt and fuck until you’re begging me to stop.
Me: Who said I’m a virgin?
Yes, I’m taunting him, and there will be threats of more punishments, but I can’t help it. He brings out the brat in me. So I do the next best bratty thing and switch my phone to silent, get dressed, and head back to the kitchen to eat my dinner before doing a few hours of studying.