Chapter 15 Pip
FIFTEEN
PIP
Before my eyes even open, I’m reaching for the other side of my bed. Empty. I’m not sure why this makes me feel empty, either. Maybe I’m starting to like the idea of having someone around.
Or maybe I just miss him.
Last night was intoxicating.
He makes me want things I’ve never wanted before. Things I never thought I’d do. Not with anyone. Not like this.
The control. The submission. The way he didn’t need words to command me.
My hands begin to wander, remembering the way he sat sensuously on display for me, with his hard cock throbbing in the dim moonlight filtering through my shutters.
The feel of him falling over the edge and the taste of him as he came…
Damn, ever since he came into my life, the throbbing in my southern region just won’t quit.
I roll over and bury my head in my pillow and groan. It still holds the distinct scent of him.
Rich. Heady. Earthy.
Familiar.
Maybe I’m just becoming accustomed to him. He smells like a man should.
I trace the bed where he last lay, the indent of him still present. My hand runs down my mattress, under the covers, seeking out my cunt to satisfy.
I breathe him in as my finger slides into the folds of my pussy, exploring, pleasure already building. I imagine what it would be like when he finally kisses my lips, when he finally plunges his huge cock inside of me, thrusting in and out filling me up just as he had my mouth.
I’m reaching my climax when my doorbell jolts me back to reality.
“Dammit! Fuck! Fuck it!” I mumble with irritation.
I quickly get dressed and head downstairs to my front door. “Make way! Coming through!” Viv announces in passing before whipping her head around and sniffing the air around me. Her eyes zero in on mine, laced with suspicion. “You smell like sex.”
Tilting my head, I cock a brow and shoot a devilish grin. She theatrically gasps before a look of pride replaces her feigned shock.
“Slut,” she purrs. Giggling to herself, she proceeds to my lounge juggling bags of makeup, clothes, and booze.
As I go to shut the door, a package next to my doorstep grabs my attention. I reach for the card attached to it.
You’re perfect.
Wear this tonight, you’ll know I’m near.
Good girls get rewarded x
I bite my lip and grin.
Cracking open the box, I find a remote-controlled vibrator.
Fuck.
My pulse pounds in my ears. Heat pools low in my stomach.
He’s giving me a heads-up and a treat?
Damn! The gods of sex have smiled upon me to go forth and primp, preen and buzz. Hallelujah!
Numerous mimosas later, we’re ready to hit the town. The warmer weather this year has certainly left an open window for costume choices.
Viv is a vision in her Venetian fox mask. The orange gown clings to her like liquid fire, the high slits showing off miles of leg.
Me? I’m his prey.
My chocolate brown bodycon dress clings like a second skin, hugging every curve. The tiny red roses we stitched into the fabric bloom like gunshot wounds over my heart. A cream faux-fur vest rests over my shoulders. Soft. Fragile. A disguise.
But the real secret?
It’s already inside me.
Nestled deep. Pressed flush against my G-spot.
Waiting.
“Nice boobs,” Viv compliments.
I shrug. “Yeah, I’d do me.”
She laughs and hugs me. “Ok bitch, let’s go get lit!”
As the sun begins to set and neighborhood children start their rounds, we head out toward the city to see everything Salem has to offer.
I’ve always loved Halloween. The amber glows of pumpkin lanterns lining the streets; the old historical colonial houses seem a little bit more eerie and spooky, haunted tours, witch tales… The overall vibe in the air.
Just walking around, feeling the crunch of colorful fall leaves underfoot while getting freaked out by some random person is a sensory experience.
It’s also beautiful and cozy despite the windchill.
It’s a month-long event, but the actual day of Halloween turns the city into a giant amusement park of sounds, sights, and scenery.
Everywhere, people are laughing. Drinking. Disappearing into the night.
But me?
I’m waiting.
Somewhere in this crowd, he’s here.
Watching.
Hunting.
I should be terrified. Maybe I am.
But more than anything?
I’m aching for him. And I suppose, like he said, I'll feel him when he's near