10. Chapter 10 – Peyton
Chapter 10 – Peyton
T here was something seriously fucking wrong in my head. I didn’t even think twice about sending Dane a nude photo. I even went so far as to play with myself briefly before I posed, so my skin was flushed and the arousal was fresh in my eyes.
Not that I wasn’t already fucking hot after opening his gift. The man knew how to buy a girl a present. Never mind that everything was the perfect size.
And I knew he was a man, there was no doubt in my mind after seeing the anaconda of a cock he was blessed with in the video he sent.
I almost reached down between my wet thighs and started playing with myself as I watched it until something in the background caught my attention. Don’t ask me how I tore my eyes away from the sight of him jacking off, because to be honest, I’d never seen anything sexier in my life. But when I recognized the pink in the image on his computer screen, I realized it was me and it was a live video through my cellphone camera as I waited for him to send me the picture.
I’d heard rumors about hackers gaining access to webcams, it was one of the reasons I’d hid my laptop under my couch after he messaged me originally, when I knew he hacked me. But I didn’t even think about him having access to my cell phone.
And even as I continued to hold it in my hand and stare at the message thread, wondering what to say, I knew he was watching me.
And it didn’t bother me like it probably should have.
Goodnight, puppet. Dream of me tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow night.
Jesus fuck. I dropped my phone on the floor and walked away from it in confusion.
He called me puppet and told me to dream of him. Just like the monster in my head always said. What the fuck was wrong with me!? And why did I like it?
I laid down hours later, no longer able to fight the fatigue trying to pull me into slumber.
I didn’t want to dream; I didn’t want to close my eyes and accept defeat. For the first time in forever, I didn’t want to see my monster.
What if my monster was Dane? What if he revealed himself to me for the first time and it was the man from the internet ?
Would it ruin everything, or perhaps I’d feel fulfilled that there was at least a smidge of hope in having my fantasy come to life if the main character in that fantasy was actually alive.
I couldn’t hold off anymore and as I slipped into dreamland, Dane’s words fluttered through my brain once again.
Goodnight, puppet. Dream of me tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow night .
I expected to see the trees, feel the humidity on my skin, or smell the moss on the forest floor like usual when I fell into that familiar dream. But I didn’t. There was nothing around me but darkness.
It felt like sleep. It felt like rest.
Something I hadn’t had freely in months. I felt disappointed for a moment, saddened that my monster hadn’t taken me to our dreamland as usual.
“Puppet.”
The voice was ethereal, floating around me as I tried to find the source. There was none though, there wasn’t even light. I felt nothing, I wasn’t standing, I wasn’t sitting, I wasn’t lying down. It wasn’t my monster’s voice. His was always strained like a fictional demon’s would be in a movie. This one was a man.
Dane’s?
“Are you afraid, Puppet?” The voice floated around me again.
“Should I be?” I asked, surprised by the sensual lightness in my voice. “Do you want my fear?”
“If you want to give it to me. I’m here for you.”
“Who are you?”
He tsked his teeth, and I felt the air heat around me. “Puppet, you wound me.”
“How? ”
“Thinking it could be anyone else but me. Thinking anyone else could give you the world.”
“You haven’t given me anything yet.” I tried to sound strong and sturdy, but I was anything but.
“What do you call the dress you’re wearing, then?” He asked, and I looked down, and suddenly I could see my body, wrapped in the red lace from the gift box. “And the shoes?” His voice was nearer now as I kicked one foot out and saw the sexy heels on my feet that I wore in the photo. “And this?” I felt his breath on my neck as his fingers traced over the strap of the lingerie showing on my shoulder. “You don’t think I’ve given you anything?”
“Dane.” I moaned, leaning back into his feverish body as his hands slid over my stomach. I hated anyone ever hugging me from behind because it made me self-conscious about my stomach. Not with him, though. He was so fucking tall and strong that he made me feel small and I didn’t worry about outweighing or overwhelming him.
“Puppet.” His lips brushed the side of my neck as he gripped my hair into a ponytail and held it out of his way. “My perfect little puppet.”
“This isn’t real.” I closed my eyes and sagged into his arms further when his fingers toyed with my hard nipples through the dress. “It’s a dream.”
“Wrong.” He kissed up my neck to my ear, and then ran his tongue over the shell as he drifted his fingers lower to my aching center, brushing against it briefly before sliding his fingers under the hem of my skirt and pulling it higher so he could rub my clit directly through the black panties he bought me. “This is a premonition. This is a glimpse into our future together.”
“No.” I shook my head.
“You’ve dreamed of me every night for months, P. ”
“No.” I arched my back and spread my legs further for him even as I tried to get my brain to tell him the truth. “I dreamed of my monster.”
“I am your monster, sweet girl. Your dreams knew you’d find your way to me, eventually.”
I turned in his arms, but he wore a hood pulled down low over his face, and darkness cloaked it.
“Why can’t I see your face, then?” I argued, fighting the part of me that wanted to just go along with what he said. “If I truly belong with you, why can’t I see your face finally?”
“I told you that already.” He sighed and took a step back, creating space between us and backing up further into the darkness. “I won’t show you my face until you believe that this is meant to be.”
“I—” I snapped, feeling the weight of living in limbo for so long thinking I was nuts and then worrying over the fact that I had a real life stalker trying to burrow his way into my life without giving me anything in return.
“Until tomorrow, Puppet.” He cut me off. “I can’t wait to hear your screams.”
And then he was gone.