31. Madelyn
MADELYN
The chilly breeze whips my hair into my face, and I hold my arms to my chest.
Kayden’s taking too long.
I shouldn’t have let him go by himself.
This was a bad idea.
My mind self-sabotages with images of my stepbrother bleeding, screaming for help into oblivion, with me being too far away to help or hear his cry.
I don’t know why I always do this, imagine the worst possible scenarios. Never the positive ones. The hopeful. My mind is my own worst enemy. It makes my skin crawl, and I dig my nails into my arms, pressing hard enough to leave marks.
Kayden is okay. He’s okay. He’ll be—
What if Devon got him, and he doesn’t come back? What if this was our unintended goodbye, and I never get to tell him how I feel?
What if I’m his only chance at survival, and I need to go in to get him, but I’m wasting my time out here?
I don’t want this to be our last time seeing each other. Not without him knowing how I feel, what I’ve been feeling for far too long, and was too scared to admit, disguising it with drunken nights and silly actions.
I lost my father when I was a kid, and I lost my mother when she married Kayden’s dad. Our relationship was never the same, no matter how much I tried to share with her throughout the years; we grew distant.
It’s funny because ever since Kayden walked into my life, he’s been my only constant. Despite our rocky relationship, he’s been there for me when I needed to talk, until he left.
And now he’s back.
I can’t afford to lose him again. Having him here, a sense of safety fills me. He shows up when I ask him to, no matter how much we annoy each other, he’s there for me.
I grab the door handle before I can stop myself, and rush in.
My phone’s barely hanging on by a thread of battery. Fifteen percent. But the garlands with the lights are bright enough that I can see the way ahead of me.
“Kayden?” My voice is low and hesitant.
Making small, soft steps, pushing myself to keep going straight.
I have no idea where Kayden went, so I create a map of the school in my head and attempt to plan where to go first.
To my left is the reception and the principal’s office.
The next door should be the school’s psychologist, and then the nurse.
And right in front of those, the teachers’ lounge.
Followed by rows of lockers and classes cutting in between from both sides.
Then, the stairs, leading to a second floor with more classrooms, and before that, the storage room to one side, the cafeteria, and the gym to the other.
I’ll have to check them out without triggering Devon.
Bzz. Bzzz.
The sudden vibration makes me weak in the knees in the middle of the hall.
A whimper slips from of my lips.
It’s not my phone vibrating in the pocket of my pencil skirt. It’s my freaking panties, giving me a ticklish sensation.
My whole body is electrified, a rush running through my veins as the vibrations continue, overwhelming my senses and my clit.
Delicious and torturous at the same time. I bite my tongue, adamant not to make another sound.
It’s him. He gave me vibrating panties, and he’s controlling them.
Bzz. Bzzz.
Mmm, fuck.
I peek into the first classroom. Dark and empty.
Kayden’s not here.
The vibrations get stronger, imitating waves. My knees are about to give in and buckle.
I take a deep breath. I’m getting dizzy and warm. My face is flushed as the vibration intensifies.
I attempt to ignore it, holding myself against the black fabric that covers the walls and the lockers.
Bzzz. Bzz. Stronger. Deeper.
Delicious twirls that massage my clit and hit just the right spot.
I drop to my knees.
God, this is really happening.
I’m about to come from vibrating underwear that my stalker is operating from somewhere.
Unless I do something about it.
I have to get rid of them.
I lower myself to the floor, lie down, the sudden coldness on my skin sending a chill down my spine. Ignoring it, I lift my skirt and bring my hands to the waistband of the panties. I must take them off. I have—
A vibration. It intensifies. Harder.
My clit is pulsating so hard. My pussy is clenching and I’m flooded with pleasure. I lay on the ground, helpless.
My hands lay at my sides as I let the orgasm reach me. I’m almost there—except something’s missing.
I need something to fill me up. This is endless teasing, but it won’t earn my release.
I let out a cry so loud I even surprise myself. I didn’t know I was this vocal.
My whole body is vibrating with desire, begging for more.
A finger to stroke it or something bigger, thicker. The temptation to slide my own hand into my panties is so strong. But I won’t.
Instead, I pull at the waistband of the underwear with shaky hands. I need to get them off me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
My head swipes to the side, cheek resting on the cold, hard floor. The shadowy figure with the neon red mask stands mere meters away from me in a dark hoodie and pants.
The mask has a small microphone attached to it with tape. It’s obvious he’s using a voice disguising app, giving him a deep voice resembling the ones in movies, when kidnappers call in for ransom.
In his hand, he’s got a remote.
He hovers over me, lowering himself so our bodies mold against each other, and my legs are by his sides, trapping him while my thighs are shaking, my pussy still throbbing.
He pins both my hands over my head with one of his, stopping me from what I was about to do. The hand with the remote clicks something, and it speeds up the vibrations.
Shit. My heartbeat’s racing so fast, competing with the pulsating of my pussy.
The vibrations make my whole body weak, and I can’t hold back my sounds anymore.
Mmmm.
“Look at you. Moaning for me already, and I didn’t even touch you,” the deep voice says. He’s so close to me, I can almost see past the mask. “Not the meet-cute you expected. Huh, my wife?”
No.
I can’t let him win. I can’t let him do this to me. I’m not giving in.
Even if part of me wants to let go and fall apart underneath him, so badly. Let myself be overcome by the way my body’s feeling and explode.
“Don’t hold back, Rebel. Come on,” he says. “Though I’m quite enjoying edging you.”
He presses a button on the remote, and I bite back another moan. The sensation intensifies, and a delicious rush of pleasure makes me arch my back against him, feeling his hard body against my own.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck him.
“What’s the matter?” He tilts his head. “It’s not enough, is it? You want my cock inside your virgin cunt, don’t you? You want me to fill you up?”
A shiver runs down my spine with his words, my body betraying me and giving in to the overpowering waves.
I’m never going to say yes, no matter how much the idea makes my pussy clench.
He hides the remote into the pocket of his hoodie, so his free hand can roam freely between my legs.
He pushes the panties to the side with his fingers. The coldness of his fingers sends a jolt of electricity to my core.
He slides a finger along my yearning center before letting go of the fabric, and I squirm.
“Fuck. My wife is so wet for me already.”
“No,” I spit out. Not wanting to entertain him anymore. “Don’t get confused, Devon. This isn’t because of you. You could never turn me on if it weren’t for these toys.”
If he wants to play, I’m going to play. My pelvic muscles are tightening, trying to hold back the sensations the vibrations are giving me. Between all the bliss and the tension, a plan formulates in my mind.
“Oh, yeah?” His voice is louder now. I got him. “Is that a dare?”
“Yeah,” I say. “A dare that’s destined for failure.”
“My wife, my wife.” He picks out the remote from his pocket. “I can make you come with any part of me. Do you want to choose? What is it gonna be?”
He turns off the vibrations and leaves the remote aside on the floor. He wants to prove himself. There’s more to him than just toys.
It gives me the push I need. I’m catching him off guard.
“My fingers?” He pushes his hand inside my underwear again, the sudden impact making me buck my hips.
“My mouth?” He lowers himself between my legs, slowly tracing his mask along my body until he’s under my skirt, parting my legs with strong hands.
Then, he pushes himself up again, facing me and rushes to pin my hands above my head again. With his other hand, he finds my neck, tightening his fingers around my throat and pressing against my choker. “Or my cock?”
His mask is so close to my face, and his body is pressed so tightly against me, that I can feel his hard-on through his pants.
“Or maybe, you’re a little greedy thing, and you want them all in that exact order?”
It’s when a few beats of silence pass—as he anticipates my response with his mask pressed tight against my forehead—that I make my move.
I push my head forward with all the force I have in me and go headstrong to his mask. At the same time, my recovering limbs react, and I bend my knee, before kicking too, straight into his crotch.
The combination of pain from the headbutt and the surprising knee jerking allows me to escape as he stumbles back. Grunting gibberish in that deep voice, while holding one hand to his forehead and one to his balls.
I smile and get up, satisfied with my own doings. I’m not so weak after all.
My head is killing me, though. I think I’ve got a concussion.
I press a hand tight to my forehead, while I pull down my underwear with the other and toss them aside, leaving the psycho behind.
I sprint to the second floor without looking back. I’ve got to find Kayden, but I made Devon mad. So, first, I have to lose him.
He won’t take long to catch up.