Chapter Three
Piper
I came to a realization in my car on the drive home. Well, two realizations, actually. One, slight arousal might actually be my fear response. Two, I am entirely too turned on for this to be a normal fear response. Oddly enough, I’m not bothered by either of those things enough to not go home.
The tension in my body eases as I pull into my driveway. All the usual cars sit comfortably on the street the same way they always do, and my house looks untouched from the outside. I sigh and pull my keys from the ignition. Quickly, I wedge my keys through my fingers creating a makeshift weapon. For the first time tonight, I’m doing something that makes sense.
I stare at my door for a minute before finally releasing a sigh and walking up my porch. My porch light clicks on with my movement, eliciting a startled yelp from my mouth. I groan at myself. Chill out, Piper, I berate myself. Reaching my hand out, I turn my doorknob and smirk when it doesn’t give. Giving it one more tug, a wave of satisfaction rolls through me.
“Told you so,” I mutter under my breath. Annoyance floods through my body. Of course, it was a prank call. It’s bothersome how disappointed I am by this realization. Am I really lacking that much validation and attention that I was willing to seek it out from some creep on the phone? I guess we all have our flaws. Adjusting my keys, I unlock the door and step inside quickly. I cringe when my wet shoes hit the dry floor. My poor rug. I sigh in ultimate defeat while dropping my keys onto the console table beside the front door.
Staring mindlessly at the floor, I shrug my jacket off. I freeze when I notice it. Muddy footprints paint the wooden floor of the entryway and disappear into the hallway. My ears buzz, and my skin prickles. Every bone in my body aches with tension as I force myself to remain deathly still. My ears perk up as I listen for movement somewhere in my house. A minute later, I release a bated breath while relaxing slightly. I’m almost positive I forgot something inside before I left for work today, which isn’t surprising considering I do it too often to keep track of. Obviously, the muddy tracks belong to me. They’re dried out too, and I’ve been at work all day.
I roll my eyes at my stupidity. I sigh deeply as I make my way to the bathroom. I turn the faucet handle causing a spray of water to steadily stream out. I strip my clothes off quickly and step into the warm spray.
I moan as the warm water runs down my bare breasts, slipping further down my body. I suck in a breath as the water rolls over my already wet core. My hands move slowly over my chest, lightly grazing my nipples. I bite my lip as I give them a quick pinch. A wave of arousal floods through me. I continue teasing my hardening nipples as the water ripples over my body.
My thoughts are plagued with the man on the phone. As one hand continues toying with my breasts, the other slips down between my thighs. I close my eyes as my fingers brush against my clit, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. A soft whimper escapes my throat as I continuously pinch my clit between my fingers. An orgasm is quickly approaching as I rub quick circles, biting my lip. My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I feel myself teetering on the edge of pleasure.
I’m not sure why I do it, but I pull my hand away before I can finish. I huff out a breath as I try to calm my racing heart. After a few moments, my hand slips back to my throbbing pussy. I bite my lip as I tease myself, slowly sinking a single finger into my aching cunt. I hiss at the small stretch. It had been entirely too long since the last time I’d been fucked. Pumping my finger slowly, I work myself up to add another. I moan out as I stretch further around my own fingers, and I wait, allowing myself to adjust to the additional digit.
After a few moments, I slip my fingers deeper, slowly at first. A moment later, my head is spinning. Images of the mystery man flood my mind as I pump faster, my palm tapping against my aching clit. My thighs tremble as my orgasm rapidly approaches once again. This time, I let out a string of short moans as I come. My eyes are clenched shut as I work myself through it. Aftershocks wrack my body as I continue circling my clit. My fingers slow while I ride out my orgasm before eventually stopping. I breathe deeply while leaning against the wall of the shower.
After my pulse slows and my head clears, I begin scrubbing my body with my washcloth. I clean myself, careful when I clean my chest since my nipples are slightly sore.
Once I’m clean and my hair is washed, I turn the faucet off and slip out of the shower. Wrapping myself in a clean towel, I step out of the bathroom and carefully walk down the hall. Wet footprints follow in my wake, but I can’t bring myself to care right now.
I stop in the hallway as something on the wall nags for my attention. It takes me longer than I’d ever admit to realize what exactly feels out of place. When I notice it, my pulse quickens. The last picture that usually hangs on my wall is missing, leaving an empty hook in its place. Trepidation swirls in my stomach as I turn to face my open bedroom door.
My muscles ache from the tension and suspense, and I’m not sure how long I stand there staring at my room. More specifically, the piece of paper resting at the end of my bed. I creep towards the foot of my bed and stand there, hovering over the taunting words.
READY OR NOT…
A soft gasp escapes my throat as I stumble away from the note. I pull my towel tighter around my body and turn towards the door. I freeze. Standing there, in the doorway, is him .