SIX
MARISA
My fingers dance across my clit as my hips lift from the bed. I am desperate to come. My entire body feels as if it’s on fire and if I don’t finish, I will be consumed by the heat.
“Fuck.” I let out a low moan.
I can feel my body strung tight, aching for release. Everything is pulled and throbbing and tense and yet, just as I begin to crest, the pleasure spiking, it falls. My climax is lost.
“Damn it,” I groan.
Ever since the stupid bar today, my body has been on edge. It’s like an itch in the middle of my back that I can’t seem to scratch but is driving me insane. It’s that maddeningly infuriating man—fucking Phoenix. His cocky smile and his rippling muscles and…
“Ugh,” I throw my head back against the pillows. I need to think of something else, something completely different so I can clear my mind and get myself off before I go insane.
Sliding open the bottom drawer of my nightstand, I examine all my favorite toys. The rose has been getting a lot of play lately but I need something different tonight. Colorful vibrators and dildos stare at me from inside the drawer.
A girl’s got needs and toys get you off without snoring all night in your bed afterwards. Who needs a man when you have discreet internet sites?
“There you are!” I say as I pull out one of my favorite, and most unusual, toys.
It’s a monster dildo, and no, I don’t just mean in size.
The soft silicone is multiple colors with a twisted design and rows of faux suction cups that act as ridges for the toy.
It has a tentacle design so it’s thinner at the tip and wide at the base.
I’d been reading some monster erotica a few months ago, had drank too much wine one night, and impulse bought this bad boy off some online shop.
Best targeted ad ever.
I also grab a bottle of lube. I’m soaked, have been all day, but I still want to make sure I can take this beast. I pop the cap and slather up the toy with the clear liquid, making sure to pay special attention to the ridges.
My skin feels like it’s on fire. I need this release so badly after the frustration and tension of the last few days.
Laying back, I let my legs splay wide and bring the toy to my core.
At first, I tease myself, letting the raised silicone of the suction cups rub agonizingly over my clit.
The small bundle of nerves is swollen and tender, meaning each pass of one of the ridges has pleasure shooting up my spine.
I roll my hips, desperate for more, and close my eyes.
“Wait,” I whisper out loud as I imagine a beast above me, his dark form holding me down as he rubs himself against me. “I’m not sure I can take it.”
My imaginary monster snarls before bringing his swollen cock to my entrance.
I do the same with the toy, lining it up, teasing myself.
My body is begging for it, needing it, and my mind agrees.
Behind my closed eyes, the monster shifts—eyes as bright as fire burn above me, and his large, dark form presses against me. I respond with a whimper.
“Mine,” my imaginary monster growls before thrusting inside me. My back arches at his thickness.
My hand moves, pumping the toy in and out of me, pretending it’s a real monster stretching me to accommodate him. The soft silicone pushes further inside me, combining my pleasure with a small ache that has me shaking in enjoyment.
“More,” I whine as I fuck myself. “I can take more.”
Behind my closed eyes, my imaginary monster snarls, his fiery gaze flaming with delight as he slides further inside me.
My other hand moves to my clit. I rub the hardened nub furiously as I pump the toy in and out of myself at a punishing pace.
I imagine being taken, owned, claimed by the fictional monster of fire and smoke.
In real life, possessive men are usually controlling assholes. But fictional possessive monsters—now those are hot as fuck.
I begin to writhe against the sheets as my pleasure builds and builds. I can feel my climax cresting as my own desire drips down onto my wrist.
“Claim me,” I groan as I imagine my beast flipping me over and rutting into me from behind like something wild and untamed.
I push the toy inside me deeper, the sensation of being stretched wide creating a burning flame of ecstasy that radiates through me.
My eyes snap open as I suck in a gasping breath.This deep, the ridges of the suction cup graze my G-spot, turning me into a moaning mess.
I feel the pleasure surging again, getting closer to cresting.
The growing pressure lets me know this is the big release I’ve been craving.
“Please,” I whine as my hands move faster. My heavy breasts rock as I lift my hips, chasing the cresting wave of ecstasy.
And then my release hits me, fast and furious. My entire body bows with burning flames of rippling pleasure as my climax crashes into me.
“Fuck!” I shriek as the dam breaks.
My release pours from me, covering my hand and bed as I squirt with each pulse of pleasure. I can’t seem to stop the ebb of ecstasy that sprays from me. My vision goes white for a moment as I reach my high.
My body sags as I come back down. Aftershocks pulse through my core, but I’m empty now, nothing left to squirt.
A slow sigh leaves my lips as I ride the last waves of orgasm.
My eyes slide open slowly, the imaginary monster disappearing back into the recesses of my mind.
Slowly, I slide the silicone from inside me.
My pussy clenches at the loss. The evidence of my enjoyment runs down the multi-colored surface of the toy.
Seriously, thank you targeted ad.
Sliding from the bed, I examine the mess. Shit, I clearly needed a release. My sheets are soaked. I strip them from the bed and toss them into my hamper. Then I pad across my cool wood floor to the bathroom. My pussy aches with each step, a sure sign that I will sleep sated tonight.
A prickling sensation on the back of my neck has me stopping in my tracks. A shiver runs down my spine. Eyes. Eyes watching me. The feeling is so certain that my body freezes on instinct—like prey sensing a predator. Slowly, I turn my head to glance at the window.
The wide open window.
Shit.
Swiftly, I run to the glass and grab hold of the thick linen curtain to pull it closed.
My apartment is so high up and across from some industrial building that I never really worry about the curtains.
But right now, the feeling of being watched is so strong that I feel fear for the first time in a long time.
I’m not a weak woman, I’ve had to fend for myself for most of my life, but all humans are programmed to feel fear at times. It’s a survival mechanism.
I go to close the curtains, but as I do, something catches my eye. There’s something smeared on my window. I squint and lean in to get a closer look, only to realize that I have definitely been being watched by… something.
Smeared on my window are the letters ‘E N I M’ and they seem to be written in something pale and sticky.
It looks suspiciously like cum. But, that’s crazy, right?
How would someone even get up eleven stories to write on a window with bodily fluids?
It’s not like my slum lord is paying for window washers.
Swiftly pulling the curtains, I make a mental note to call the landlord about getting it cleaned up, whatever the hell it is.
Just as I’m about to block out the darkness of the night sky completely, something catches my eye.
A flame flickers up above, as if fire is soaring through the sky.
I watch it until it disappears behind a building before I close the curtains.