23. Madelyn #2
Maybe I should just wait it out? Let my stalker come in? Fake sleep?
No. He won’t come in if I’m awake, he’ll know. He’s watching me.
That’s when I notice it, when I’m about to slam the drawer shut. The box with his gift. The suction toy the psycho gifted me in the shape of a rose.
It might be a good time to make use of it. For pure entertainment. Just this once.
I take out the toy and sanitize it before I lie on my bed again. Resting on my back, and spreading my legs open.
I hold the toy with one hand while the other lifts the pajama gown I’m wearing today, and slides into my panties, rubbing circles around my yearning clit.
Fuck yes.
I hold back a moan. I’m so sensitive today.
I stop touching myself, close my eyes, and take one of my breasts out of my gown instead. Massaging it and playing with my nipple, pinching it in intervals of soft and tight moves.
Thinking of someone who always puts me in the mood, no matter how annoying he is.
Yes.
I may be hiding the sudden hots for my stalker, but first and foremost, I can’t deny the attraction I feel for Kayden. I wish I didn’t have to choose between the two. I wish I could get fucked by both.
I gnaw at my lip. God, I’m sick.
My stalker’s so adamant in pleasing me.
But Kayden was there first. With his dark hair, deep blue eyes, and abs for days hiding underneath those clothes.
His wide shoulders, big arms, and those thick thighs that have proven to feel very nice against my pussy.
Even the way he laughs when he’s mocking me is sexy.
His cackle while taunting me makes me wet.
I’ve gotten myself off with the same thoughts for years. The same fantasies of him.
Fuck, even that first time I attempted to interact with him after our parents got married. And he told me to fuck off while he held me on the roof and tightened his fist around my neck, terrified me, and excited me at the same time. It made me scared of myself.
I haven’t told anyone except my diary how I wear chokers sometimes, to fill the emptiness of his hand on my neck.
God, I wrote so many depraved things in my diary because of him. All the things I’d like him to do to me.
My mind is filled with naughty memories, feeding my desire.
The way Kayden moved that expert mouth of his, slick along my clit as he fucked me with his mouth over the hood of his car in college. That one-time mistake brought me my first orgasm and opened up a world of sin for me.
My hand travels from my chest down my body, along my stomach, and down into my underwear again.
Images of him forcing me to suck him off as a farewell gift in our home library plague my mind. How he gagged me with his cock all those years ago, giving me a taste of what I need. Him, rendering me helpless, overpowering me.
Triggering this naughty darkness in me for years to come.
Sparkling desire within me.
I pull down my underwear and let them hang between my legs as I insert one finger inside my needy core.
Hmm. Yes.
I push it in and out, arching my back as images of Kayden pounding his cock deep into my mouth and making me almost choke, play in my head.
How eager he was for me to suck him, and how desperate I was to satisfy him.
I moan, adding another finger into my folds and speeding up my pace. Kayden.
Fuck. Yes.
I open my eyes and pause, my fingers still inside me as I turn on the toy with my other hand on its lowest setting. My pussy’s glistening as I test it, applying the hollowed-out center onto my clit.
I whimper with the pulsating sensation, my breath hitched, a powerful concentration of air sucking on my skin.
I gnaw at my lip, my eyes half-closed, my body amazed by this toy that I had no idea existed until now.
I resume moving my fingers inside me at the same time, pushing the rose to its next level and intensifying the grip of it.
Hitting that button until I’m at its highest speed setting, thrusting myself against it.
My eyes are practically rolling to the back of my head. I let myself get lost in the moment, having my sex sucked by a toy and slamming my fingers inside me over and over. The pleasure is overwhelming.
I’m moaning and arching my back toward the toy and my hand, wanting to get there, needing it deeper.
A creaking sound dances above the buzz of my toy, and I stare ahead.
“Madelyn, are you ok—Oh.” Kayden stops mid-sentence, hair disheveled, shirt half-unbuttoned, sexy as usual, standing by the half-open door of my room, eyes wide. “Fuck.”
I tighten my hand around the toy, turning it off. Kayden’s home. And he just walked in on me pleasuring myself.
My fingers are still inside me as I let my butt fall back on the bed. Even if I want to run and hide, I can’t.
Kayden’s eyes squint, a foggy look taking over them, as his lips curve up into a lopsided grin.
“Don’t let me stop you. I’ll come back later,” he says, palming the door handle. He doesn’t move.
I pull my fingers out and attempt to cover myself, pushing down my gown. My cheeks are painful from how hot they are.
But he’s still standing there, eyes filled with something I know too well. Lust.
“Unless you need some help?” he volunteers, licking his lips.
I’m horny. I need to get the job done.
I want him. I need him. This is because of him.
And okay, maybe the fact that I know Kayden isn’t in any immediate danger because I’m about to catch that fucker helps. But mostly, I can’t think straight. My orgasm is more urgent right now.
“Yes, please.” I lift my gown again and spread my legs open for him.