Chapter 12 #2
“Whatever I want. Don't worry. You'll enjoy every bit of it.” He drags the knife higher, brushing the flat surface over the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs wider, a whimper pushing from my lips.
“Touch yourself for me. Just like you would on camera. Turn the lamp on first. I want to see all of it.”
Lifting a shaky hand, I stretch out one arm to hit the switch on the lamp and as soon as the space around me lights up I move the tips of my fingers slowly to one of my nipples.
I lightly brush over the top of my piercings earning a shudder from my body.
I touch the other side and then start twisting at both hard nubs.
Adding gentle tugging, I press my ass to the mattress, lifting my hips toward the knife as he slides it up and down my thickening cock.
Thinking about what the cold metal would feel like against my skin has me thrusting again, hole clenching.
Why does my body like this so much? I should want him to stop. Any normal person would.
“There's nothing normal about any of your fantasies,” I remember my ex saying as he clenched his fist at his sides.
Sheep Finder never questioned it. I never told him exactly what played out in my head either and he knew anyway.
No one ever reads me so quickly like he does and he accomplished it all from the other side of my computer under a different roof.
Which makes me wonder if he lives close by.
Have I ever had a run in with him around town?
My thoughts go back to my neighbor. No. I've already established earlier that it wasn't him, didn't I? I pretend anyway, envisioning that sly smile beneath the mask.
“That's it. Keep making yourself feel good. Show me what you like and I'll show you what you never thought you would.”
I dig my nails into my sensitive nubs, sucking in a sharp breath as my body tenses against the bed. His breaths start skipping along with my heart and he palms at his cock. “I want to show you what you're doing to me. Do you want to see?”
“Yes,” I rasp. “You always get to see me. My turn.”
He huffs a laugh and the sound is deep. Deep and familiar. His voice is too low of a whisper for me to hear it well. It's hard to see if I'd recognize it. I wish he spoke louder. Is there a reason he won't?
“I guess you've earned it. You've put on so many wonderful shows for me. You're a lot more entertaining to watch.”
“Doubt it. I don't do anything differently from anyone else.” My nails scrape between my pecs.
“I beg to differ. If that were true, so many men wouldn't be offering so much money to get one on one time with you.”
“I don't care about them.”
“Only your neighbor?"
My muscles tighten in my chest. “Were you watching us?”
“Yes. I told you, just because you don't see me, doesn't mean I'm not there.”
“You did. Will you put on a show for me now?”
“We can put on one together. You see my camera over there?” He motions his head to something blinking in the corner of the room.
“When did you put that there?”
“You sure you want to know all the answers to your questions?” The knife cuts into my comforter and I back up in the bed sitting up higher, hands falling to my sides to lift myself up.
“Yes….I think so. Maybe.” What is wrong with me?
It's like my breath malfunctions every time I'm overly turned on.
My skin feels like it's sweating underneath.
It makes no sense what I'm feeling but neither does me getting hot and bothered from having cameras installed in my home by one of my subscribers. By my stalker.
“Two days ago. That pink thong looked good with those pretty pink stilettos by the way.”
I wiggle in place, body arching. “Give me my show now. You owe me.”
“You're right. I do.”
“I want a special moment too. Something no one else would see.”
“No one else would see me like this. No one else has.” He places the knife handle between his teeth and unzips his pants. His cock springs free seconds after he lowers his underwear and he moans with one stroke of his fingers.
Those sounds nearly have me writhing on the bed and kicking the blanket away.
My cock jerks as he grips at his shaft and gives it a few long tugs.
I can no longer differentiate his sounds from mine, calming myself gently as he grunts with his thrusts increasing.
Skin slaps skin and the knife falls from his mouth clinking against the floor.
His body shakes, head falling back and he falls to his knees on my bed, rocking himself forward. My hips buck and I match his speed, fucking myself between my fingers.
“Touch those pretty titties some more for me, baby,” he says between clenched teeth. “Stroke that pretty chest with those pretty fingers. I bet those nails of yours would look so good dusted in a pretty pink to match those nipples.”
One hand lifts to my chest and I continue jerking myself as he comes to me spreading my precum on my hard nubs.
“Fuck.” He falls forward and the bed, his eyes darkening through the holes of his mask and he crawls toward me, slapping my hand away to take my cock into his hot mouth.
His sounds vibrate against me and he bobs his head, spreading my thighs.
His lips tighten around, tongue swirling as he lowers his face before backing away
The next time he comes back down, he adds a little suction and his nose is buried into my pubes.
He makes sounds and he's like a vise around me, his constricting throat tugging at me in the best way.
I shoot my load and he swallows eagerly, humming.
I swear I can feel his lips stretching into a smile.
I've never let him this close before. His knife is on the ground but that doesn't mean he couldn't use something else to kill me if he really wanted to.
Lifting his mouth off with a plop, he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “I didn't plan to do that tonight but couldn't fucking help myself.”
He lifts his knees to close my legs together and moves up my body. Towering over me, he tilts his head and lowers his face to hover his lips over mine. Warm breath scatters over my face and I smell the saltiness of me when he parts his mouth some more.
“I want to kiss you. To lick every inch of you and leave with it all on my tongue.”
“What are you waiting for?” My voice is hoarse.
“Next time,” he says with strong conviction.
I nod swallowing hard and his eyes fall to my wet, shiny nipple. He releases a predatory moan.
“And that just might mean in a few hours. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. Who knows. I'm not much of a plan ahead kind of guy and I don't think you're very good at it either.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “No. More of a fly at the seat of my pants. For all I know I could be on a flight to Italy next month. Who knows.”
“I do. No way would I let you get that far away from me.”
“Would you follow me if it really did happen?”
“Who knows.”
“I think you would.”
He lets out a long breath, knee walks backward and zips up his pants after tucking himself back in. “Night, Bo.”
“Night, Sheep Finder. Or should I call you Bo Finder.”
He laughs. “More like Bo watcher. Maybe I would follow you onto the plane but instead watch you during the flight and wherever you go after you land.”
“Who knows,” I whisper.
He bends down to get his knife and turns around to leave a different way than where he came from. The front door opens and closes minutes later. I sink back down in my bed, staring at the empty hallway for what feels like forever before getting up to lock everything.
Once back in bed, I wrap myself in my blanket, looking at the camera with a smile on my face as my eyes close.
The smell of something sweet wafts in the air. I rub my eyes, step out of bed and grab my robe on my way to the kitchen.
“Morning,” my hot as fuck neighbor says, pouring batter into a waffle iron I've never seen before.
“Morning.” So this is why he asked if I liked waffles.
Tightening the sash around my waist I lower myself in the first seat I reach, leaning back as I watch his jeans tighten around his muscles with each move he makes. It doesn't take much to make that sexy ass flex either. My mouth is watering and not from the food.
“Not a coffee drinker?”
“No really.” I stretch out my legs, making myself more comfortable.
“What would you like then?”
“Something I don't have. Orange juice.”
“I can make that happen,” he gruffs out, adding waffles to an already growing pile on the plate.
“How so?”
“I've got oranges and could squeeze you some.” He looks back, one side of his lips lifting.
“Sounds like a lot of work for a neighbor who annoys you.”
He laughs. “Then that must mean I'm learning to tolerate you.”
“My pigs keep eating your veggies.”
“Your sheep got into my lettuce this morning too,” he says without breaking composure.
“Oh shit. I woke up too late again, didn't I?”
“Yeah but that's okay. Looks like you really needed the rest.” He narrows in on my exposed chest and my nipple peaks out with streaks of precum trailing around it. I close my robe, shuffling in my place.
“Yeah. Long night of studying.”
“Right. Studying.” He carries a plate to the table.
“Why only one?” My brows bunch together.
“Why only one, what?” He retracts his hand, shoving the other in his back pocket.
“Plate. Are you not going to join me?”
“Nah. I don't really eat breakfast. Besides, I gotta run next door to make some juice.”
“You don't really have to do that.”
He shrugs. “It's not a big deal. Go on and eat and I'll be back in a few.”
“As long as you're sure.” I grab the fork and knife he sets down.
“I'm sure.” Turning around, he picks up a bottle and lays it on the center of the table. It's syrup. I don't remember having that either. Did he bring all this stuff from his house?”
“Thank you for all this.”
“And thank you for last night's show.”
My eyes widen. “You…so…I…” I stumble on my words.
“You shouldn't keep your window open when you have special guests over. Or at least turn off your lamp.”
my breaths stick to my throat, shoulders falling. “You must have been very close to have seen us through my window.”
“Maybe I was. Who knows,” he quips and before I can respond, he exits the kitchen and walks out the door. When he returns he doesn't only have a pitcher of juice tucked in his arm but is also carrying a basket of apples.
“You…did you pick those from my tree?”
He shrugs. “Figured I'd save the trouble. I grabbed some more peaches before starting breakfast too.” He nudges his head at the large milk glass bowl.
There were many dishes and bases in the house that matched it.
Lamps too. My brother really liked collecting strange things.
Things I'd never expect. I really wish I got to know him more before the accident.
Focusing my attention back at fruit in his arm, I smile. “Thanks. That was really nice of you.”
“I did it more for me. I really want my pie tomorrow.” He winks and I laugh.
“You sure you won't join me for breakfast? It'd be nice not to have to eat it alone. I've had too many mornings here where I've had to.”
He sighs, eyes going everywhere but me. “I guess I could sit for a bit. If I eat now, I'll want a nap and don't have time for that this morning.”
“What are your plans for the day?” I ask between bites of food.
“Errands, gardening, catching up on chores and packing for another work trip coming up. Just in case I need to leave earlier than planned.”
“I'm going to figure out what you do one of these days. It's given Liam Nissan movie vibes.”
He barks a laugh. “Eat your food. I don't want to have to add giving you the heimlich maneuver to my already long list.”
Stifling a laugh, I swallow down more waffles and chase it down with orange juice.
The bottom of the chair he pulls from under the table scrapes against the floor and he takes a seat across from me.
We mostly sit here in silence, his eyes cutting into mine every now and again making it hard for me to remember how to eat.
He may have to save me from a piece of waffle getting stuck in my throat after all.
I don't think I'm going to survive the next hour but when I somehow manage to clean my plate without any mishaps, he loads the dishwasher and hands me a large trash bag.
Again, how the hell does he know his way around my kitchen so well?
I need to be more worried than I am but it doesn't come.
I like how he's so familiar with where everything is.
It's like he's always belonged here with me.
Like he was always supposed to sit across from me in the mornings after making me breakfast. The only thing that doesn't feel right about all this is him leaving after giving a quick goodbye.
I try to walk him out the door but by the time I reach it, he's already gone.
It's like we move forward only to move backward. He grows warm before going back to cold. Is it me? Do I keep doing something to set us back? I shouldn't have asked him to sit with me. I ask for too much. That's the problem isn't it?
I pick up my phone, browsing my past messages with Sheep Finder.
I don't even have to ask him anything to get what I want.
He already knows before I can and keeps giving more and more.
There's no taking it back with him. They can't be the same person.
Too bad because as much as I want sheepfinder, my heart is getting more attached to Nicolas.
He picked me peaches and apples. He squeezed my orange juice.
He's not hiding behind a mask and might still be counting on that pie I'm supposed to be making.