18. Mallory
CHAPTER 18
Mallory
A s class is about to end, I receive a notification from social media that the masked man uploaded a video.
I bite my lip, anxious to watch it, knowing I can’t do it here.
The second the professor dismisses us, I shoot to my feet, shove my materials into my backpack, and rush out of the room.
I’m panting as I race across campus, barely paying attention to the throng of excited students.
As I rush through the lobby of the apartment building, one of the front desk workers stops me. “Mallory. Your ID was dropped off. Some random guy found it and turned it in.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “Random guy?”
She shrugs. “He was wearing a hoodie and hat. I didn’t get a good look at his face. Said he found it outside and asked that I get it to you.”
A tingle rushes through me as I take it. I know my stalker had it. “Thanks,” I whisper.
As I spin and walk away, the realization that he snuck in a week ago and gave me a hickey on my nipple hits me square in the chest. Emotions roll through me—anger, fear, and a strange thrill of desire.
I shake my head, chastising myself. You were victimized.
The little devil voice inside my head taunts me. Tell that to your seeping pussy.
Once inside my apartment, I toss my backpack on the floor and grab my phone. I shouldn’t have this frantic desire to watch the video, especially after being stalked by a guy wearing a purge mask. But the force of it is greater than my resistance.
Anticipation coils through me, leaving me breathless. I pull up the video, my body tingling all over.
Holy fuck. He’s wearing leather pants.
I hold the phone close to my face, intently watching as he slowly stalks to the camera like a panther. My heart pounds as he puts his masked face right up to it, his eyes boring into mine. Then he wiggles two fingers and says, “Come here, little prey. You know you want to.”
Oh my God. I lick my dry lips, my hands trembling. A rush of desire courses through me as I whisper, “If I could, I would.”
Movement draws my attention away from my phone. My mouth drops open as I blink, unable to believe my eyes.
He gets up from my couch, wearing the red purge mask. “Oh, but you can.”
I nearly drop my phone as I stumble, my back slamming against the door. My hands splay against the wood as I stare at him. “H-How are you here?” Shame hits me as my voice squeaks. I try to convince myself it’s fear, but the anticipation and desire swirling inside me suggests otherwise.
He stops in front of me, cocking his head. Maybe it’s the neon lights from the mask, but his eyes are the prettiest shade of aquamarine.
We engage in a silent stare down, neither of us speaking .
My chest heaves from fright and anticipation, and when I see his chest heaving, breaths syncing with mine, a whimper leaves my lips.
His large hand shoots out, grabbing my throat. “I’ll make all your fantasies come true, little prey.”
Another squeak comes from my parted lips. He’s not cutting off my air, simply letting me know he’s in control.
Claiming me.
Owning me.
He cocks his head, intently studying my reaction. “I’m gonna let go of your throat, and I want you to crawl to me.” His finger rubs over my thrashing pulse. “Will you do that for me, little prey?”
No. I should tell you to get the fuck out and call the police.
“Y-Yes,” I croak out, tingles shooting through my body. “I will.”
What the hell is wrong with me? I need psychiatric help.
I see the satisfaction in his irises as he leans closer, his masked face mere inches from mine. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Jesus. I’m soaked.
I feel his smug smile beneath the mask, but I’m too paralyzed by desire to fight him. My body screams and begs, wanting him. It overrides my common sense, enhancing the thrill of the danger charging the air around me.
He presses his masked lips against mine. “I’ll give you anything you desire if you crawl to me and choke on my dick.” He releases my neck and backs away.
I remain frozen by the door, trying to make sense of my erratic emotions, which are getting carried away.
Don’t do it, Mallory.
I drop to my knees, staring up at him.
A growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest. “My good little fucking prey.” He wiggles those two fingers in a come here motion.
I don’t think; I react, my hands hitting the carpet as I seductively crawl to him. My mouth is watering like Pavlov’s dog salivating for food when the bell rings. But my bell is his voice and the wicked gleam of corruption flaming in his irises.
My body grows slick with sweat at the thought of sucking his cock, despite the small voice inside my head screaming at me, questioning my sanity.
I stop in front of him, my neck aching from staring up at him.
“Unbutton and unzip my pants. Take my cock out.”
“Yes, daddy.” I rock back on my knees, the words slipping out. A satisfied growl rumbles through his chest.
My hands shake as I reach inside his boxers, and… holy shit.
Wrapping my hand around his warm girth, I stare in awe as I pull out his giant dick. I’ve never seen one this large.
“It’s okay, little prey.” His words cause my eyes to lift to his mask. “We’ll start slow….”
I nod, wetting my lips with my tongue.
“Look at me seeping for you. Suck the precum from the tip.”
My tongue darts out, moaning at the taste of him. I wrap my lips around him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
“Mmmm. So good.” His hand lifts, caressing my cheek. “Take more of me in your mouth. See how much you can fit.”
I do as he instructs, my mouth moving over his thickness, stretching my jaw.
He hisses from the pleasure, muttering a “goddamn,” which encourages me to keep going.
My hands tug at his pants, pulling them lower while I lick the head of his cock. When his pants and boxers are at his ankles, I wrap a hand around his base, open my mouth and shove him deep inside, stroking and sucking.
His hands move to my hair, digging into my scalp. “Fuck yes, little prey. You’re doing such a good job.”
I moan around his size, my jaw hurting from being stretched. But I keep going, my other hand stroking him while I take him as deep as I can.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He begins pumping his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag before sucking in a deep breath. “That’s it. Gag for me. Choke on my dick.”
He shoves himself deeper, the tears stinging my eyes before rolling down my cheeks. I gasp for air when he pulls back.
“You’re doing such a good fucking job.”
His deep voice makes me feral. I fuck him with my mouth, not caring about the ache in my jaw. He groans, gathering my hair in his hands while pumping his hips faster.
Saliva and tears roll down my cheeks as I hold my breath, trying not to gag yet also trying to breathe.
Jesus, how embarrassing would it be to die from actually choking on a masked man’s cock?
“I’m gonna come, little prey. Either you stop or— oh, fuck .”
I suck harder, desperate to taste him, even though I’ve never swallowed before.
His groans permeate the quiet air of my apartment, and all I can do is watch him through blurry eyes as he shoves himself as deep as he can, releasing his come down my throat with a roar.
He holds me there, his cock twitching as he spurts load after thick load down my burning throat. Fear courses through me as the edges of my vision darken.
And then he pulls back, saying, “Breathe, little prey. Just breathe for me.”
I gasp, sucking in oxygen so fast I cough and sputter. He gently rubs my back, his voice calm and soothing. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
When I stop coughing, I look up at him. His thumb rubs my messy chin, then moves to my bottom lip and pulls it down. “So fucking gorgeous.”
I’m drowning in him, even though I have no idea who the hell he is.
I’m sick, possibly deranged, but I want more of my masked stalker.