Chapter Five
Piper
? “One more try.”
? The words leave my mouth before I have time to actually consider what I’m begging for. I’m not even sure why I’m asking him to prolong the inevitable. The inevitable is exactly what I want. There is something inside of me that is so dark and depraved that I don’t want to resist him. I can’t resist him.
He doesn’t object to my request, humming and closing his eyes as confirmation that he’s willing to play with me. The second his hands are off me, I’m rushing through the living room. I can hear his footsteps shift as I turn the corner into the kitchen. The pantry door catches my attention, and I can’t resist the smirk that forms on my face. I creep closer to the door, keeping my steps light so the floor doesn’t creak. I slip into the wide pantry easily and close the door behind me. I inhale deeply in an effort to calm my racing heart, listening closely for any indication that my seeker has started his role. No movement. No sound. I release a breath and step to the far left of the pantry, running my hand along the wall until I brush against cold metal. I grasp the doorknob tightly and turn it slowly, freezing when it clicks open. I pause for a breath before continuing.
I tug the door open just enough for me to slip through and pull it shut behind me. As I descend the stairs to the basement, I sidestep every loose board. I’d been down here far too many times not to memorize which boards creak.
Tugging my arms tighter around my naked body, I curse myself for being so boldly insane earlier. It’s freezing in the basement, and there’s no telling if my seeker would actually find me here since the door is hidden. I want to feel proud of my quick thinking, but part of me is disappointed at the thought of him not finding me. Of our game being over before the fun really starts.
I glance around looking for a place to hide. My eyes land on the wooden hutch collecting dust in the corner of the small room. I grimace as I look at the ugly thing, but it’s big enough to keep me comfortably hidden for however long this takes. I tiptoe over to it and pull the faded doors open. I crouch down and peer inside. Cobwebs fill it nearly completely, but there are no spiders. Small victories. I choke on a cough as I swipe away the dust that’s settled. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I inch myself into the cabinet.
Disgust runs through my body when my skin touches the dirty interior. The air is stale as I breathe slowly, calming my racing heart. Everything is silent aside from the steady thumping in my ears.
My wet hair sticks to my skin as I lean against the cabinet wall. A few minutes later, my ears perk up when footsteps sound above me. I close my eyes as I listen, picturing where exactly he’s at in my house. The ceiling above creaks as he wanders through the house. Living room, hallway, bedroom. It’s a few slow minutes until his footsteps retreat from my room, and I can feel my anticipation rising again as he starts moving.
My stomach knots when his footsteps finally head toward the kitchen. I could almost swear I heard him chuckle. There’s no way he knows. My optimism is out the window when I hear a soft click then another. My seeker breezes down the steps like he’s done it a thousand times before. Anger roils inside me.
He cheated at his own game. He had to because there’s no way he would know that the entrance to my basement is through the pantry. Most of my friends don’t even know that I have a basement. Biting down my anger, I force myself to remain calm and quiet.
Heavy footsteps thump against the concrete flooring. He stops. It’s quiet for a moment. I wait .
“Piper,” he coos. His voice sends heat pooling between my thighs. Maybe I’m tired of playing. Maybe the game isn’t as fun as the prize will be. Still, I persist. The competitive part of me has to see this through. I clasp one hand over my mouth and the other rests on my thigh. My fingers grip my flesh almost painfully.
He stalks closer. I close my eyes as my hands drift further up my thighs. My fingertips graze against my exposed core. Two more steps. I dip my fingers into my wetness. Another step. My eyes close involuntarily, and I bite my lip to keep my moans and whines stifled. My fingers tease my aching center, and I fail to keep my moan in.
Before I can process what’s happening, the cabinet door is yanked open, and I’m being pulled from it. I yelp pitifully.
“Just couldn’t wait for me to find you, huh?” The words are said with such pride that I can nearly picture the smirk on the man’s face.
“Cheater! You cheated!” I scream in his face, ripping my arm away from his tight grip. I can barely make out the way he tilts his head, almost amused at my lashing out.
“Why would you think that?” he says in that stupid tone that makes me question all of this. The one that makes me question my sanity.
“Nobody knows about the basement! No one,” I answer angrily. My arms are folded over my chest the second I’m standing. It’s too dark in here for him to see me, but I’m too irritated with him to keep myself exposed.
“I know the layout of your entire house, you sweet dumb thing. Do you really think this is my first time being here?”
Every bone in my body turns to lead. My stomach plummets, and I’m sure I’ll vomit soon.
“Who the fuck are you?” I rasp out in a low whisper. In one step, I put as much distance between me and whoever this guy is as I can. He laughs when he hears my footsteps retreating.
“Come on, Piper, don’t act so surprised. With how often you leave the front door unlocked, it’s a wonder you’re still alive and safe. I keep you safe,” he says the words with such anger that it makes me shiver. Though, his anger isn’t directed towards me . He says it like he’s angry at the potential of cruelty towards me. He’s angry because we live in a world where I can’t be reckless and leave my door unlocked. He’s not angry at me, but for me.
“Who are you?” I ask again, calmer this time. Aside from a buzzing I can’t quite place, the basement is silent. Finally, he speaks.
“You’ll be finding out soon enough.” Then rough hands are gripping my thighs and hoisting me up. I yelp as I’m tossed over my seeker’s solid shoulder. My fists pound into his back, but he is completely unphased. I freeze when his hands slip further up my thighs, so close to my exposed cunt .
“Hit me again, and I swear, Piper, the next thing that gets slapped is this fucking pussy.” The promise in his tone makes me moan, and he scoffs before speaking again.
“You would like that, you fucking slut. I can feel you dripping on my fingers already.”
I realize my mistake a second too late. My hand stings from how hard I slapped him. My eyes widen, and I can feel his body go rigid under me. Shit.
His hand on my thigh tightens painfully as I’m carried up the narrow stairs. A soft glow washes over us when the door is pushed open. I try to lift myself far enough from his shoulder to move my hair out of my face, but I quickly drop back down when a low growl echoes from the man carrying me. Yes, sir.
“Have it your way, Piper,” is the last thing that’s said until we make it to my room. The walk couldn’t have taken more than a minute, but it felt like hours with his hand roaming closer and closer to the wetness gathering between my thighs. I hate myself for how badly I want him. Hate that I’m so turned on by this entire situation.
My breath gets caught in my throat when he puts me down in front of my bed. It’s gentle. Caring.
“Lay down. Spread your legs,” he commands, sending a new wave of arousal down my legs. He pulls a knife from a holster on his jeans. Not gentle. Not caring. I swallow the lump in my throat and comply easily. I slip onto the bed, spreading my legs just enough for him to get a glimpse of the wetness between them.
“What’s that for?” I ask evenly, trying not to give myself away as I glance between the man and the blade in his hand. He can see the arousal dripping down my thighs, so I wouldn’t have much luck lying my way out of it if he did mention it.
He tilts his head, and I can almost see his eyes light up.
“Don’t worry, baby. I can use it on you later,” he says playfully, before dropping the weapon onto my nightstand. It should be a threat. I should feel threatened. But I don’t. Just hornier. I glare at him, closing my legs slightly.
“I never said-”
“You didn’t have to. Spread your fucking legs, Piper,” he grits out the words, and I shiver. He saw it. I know he did because he cocks his head to the side. I’m almost positive I heard him laugh, too. My chest expands, pushing my breasts out slightly, as I inhale deeply. My legs fall open further, and I stare at the man in an effort to gauge his reaction. I’m positive, now, that he made a noise. Not a laugh this time, but a hiss. A quick inhale. Satisfaction? I don’t let myself dwell on it long before I slip my hand down to spread my fingers through my wetness.
Before I can blink, he’s on me. His hand grips mine tight to stop me from touching my aching pussy. I wait for him to make a move. I flex my hand, trying to shake him off.
“It’s my turn to play with you, Piper,” the man tells me. I stare at him for a moment. His dark hair peeks out around the mask. His jeans cling to all the right spots, and his plain black hoodie offers no information about him.
“This isn’t a fair game,” I tell him. I have no reason to drag this out. I’m not sure why I am, if the puddle between my legs is any indication of how badly I want him to touch me.
“I never said it was a fair game,” he shrugs before slipping his fingers up to toy with my clit. I hiss in relief.
“What’s your name?” I ask him stupidly. His thumb swirls at my clit while his middle finger teases my entrance. I bite my lip, choking on a moan when he slips his finger into me fully. I grip at his wrist.
“My name doesn’t matter. You’ll be too fucked out to speak,” he teases. My eyes roll when he dips another finger in, pumping them slowly.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I choke out through a moan when he pushes his fingers impossibly deeper. He quickens his pace, and I hold my breath. He pushes into me faster, and I gnaw at my lip.
“Jesus has nothing to do with this,” he mumbles out. My heart nearly stops when he pushes his mask up, just enough to reveal his plump lips and sharp jaw, before attacking my cunt with his mouth. My back arches, and I gasp when he pushes himself further between my thighs, making more room for his broad shoulders.
He laps at my pussy like a man starved. Tongue twirling around my aching clit, the man moans. He fucking moans against my pussy. I whine at the feeling, and it only encourages him. I choke down the part of me that wants to feel bad about this. How could something so wrong feel so right? Is it really so bad to let a stranger, albeit my stalker, eat me out while simultaneously fucking me with his fingers? Forgive me father for being horny. God forbid a girl gets laid.
The vibrations, his thick fucking fingers, and the warmth of his tongue push me so close to the edge, and I can’t stop myself from falling. Wordlessly, I clench my thighs around his head as my legs shake with my orgasm. I bury my head into my pillows, one hand gripping onto my sheets in an effort to keep me grounded.
My trembling does nothing to dissuade him, though, and he continues to suck and nip at my sensitive clit. Only when I shove his shoulders does he finally pull away. He slips the mask down too fast for me to make out any other defining features, but I’m positive the asshole was smirking.
“Why me?” I ask, panting from exhaustion. My eyes beg to close, but I force myself to keep them open.
“Because you’ve always been mine, Piper. I’m just reminding you of that,” he says firmly. Something washes over me when he says it, though I’m not sure what. Some fucked up sense of flattery, perhaps. Whatever it is causes my stomach to stir and my inhibitions to crumble.
“What makes you think I belong to you?” I furrow my brows.
“You told me yourself,” he says, tilting his head. Moonlight reflects off the white lines of his mask, and I shiver. Who the hell is this guy?