Chapter 9
Nine
Rook
I don’t leave my girl’s house for a while.
For one thing, I don’t need to. It’s not that late, and her roommates are out.
If I’ve overstepped all lines of decency with Briana, what would people say if they knew I’m now tracking her roommates, too?
I added GPS to my girl’s phone. A discreet app she won’t realize I’m following.
But I also linked myself into the group locator she has with her roommates.
It seemed like a good idea. That way, I always know where all of them are located. I’ll be aware if they start heading back home, so I can get out before they arrive. I’ll know who’s in the house and who isn’t.
I’m a fucking stalker. I don’t care.
I set out a dress for Briana. I don’t think she’s used to wearing dresses.
There weren’t any in her closet, but she’ll be glad to have this one tomorrow since her bottom is going to be on fire.
No panties. White bra. Tennis shoes and socks.
Fashionable enough, I think. Though my only guideline is scouring the internet to find out what women her age are wearing these days.
I’ve certainly never paid a bit of fucking attention.
It’s a simple navy T-shirt dress that will fall in between her knees and ankles. Modest. Short sleeves. Nothing fancy.
I clone her phone and give myself remote access to her computer.
Now I’ll see every text or message she sends or receives.
I won’t be able to listen in on her phone conversations, but after a quick search through her history, I don’t think she talks on the phone much.
Nobody does these days. I can also see every assignment and Google search.
When I sit at her desk, I go through her homework, wincing at the errors in her math. Apparently, my girl is not a math genius like her Daddy. I grab the sticky notes and leave comments next to the problems she got wrong so she can correct them.
I check to make sure she did all her other homework, too. I’m fucking intrusive. I have a copy of all her syllabi. I know what’s due and when in every class. I leave a note on her desk indicating what I want her to focus on tomorrow afternoon.
Is she going to slap me? I’m not sure, but the only way to find out how far I can take this is to go all out and see how she reacts. If she doesn’t like it, tough. If she rebels, I’ll punish her. If she absolutely hates me taking over her life, then we aren’t compatible.
Because the truth is, I can already tell that I need to control her.
I need to control every fucking thing she does.
Who she sees. When she sleeps. What she eats.
Where she studies. I want to fucking dictate her every move until she doesn’t dare make a single change to her schedule without checking with me first.
I need Briana to depend on me. I need her to feel helpless without me.
I’ll admit even I’m surprised. I didn’t know I had this in me. This deep internal drive to own someone in every way.
Not just someone. Briana.
When I’m done meddling, I stand next to her and watch her sleep. She’s so fucking beautiful. She’s still wearing the blindfold. I don’t risk removing it, even though I really want to see her eyes.
That can’t happen. Not for a long time. It’s too risky. This may all blow up in my face. She might wake up tomorrow morning and think there’s no fucking way she will ever let me touch her bottom with my palm again. In that case, my experiment is over.
She’ll never know who I am. I know she won’t dare tell a soul, but even if she does, she won’t have enough details for anyone to discover it’s me.
I’m not an idiot. When I touch things in her room, I wear gloves. Any other time, I wipe off every scrap of evidence I was here. I’m meticulous, and that extends to my anonymity in her life.
Hell, if I need to, I could fuck with her and convince her that none of this ever happened. The girl could end up in counseling, trying to make sense of this entire mad world she invented in her head.
I smirk. I hope it doesn’t come to that. I want to own her. I don’t want to let her go.
She’s so fucking peaceful deep in sleep. I don’t think she took a stupid melatonin pill tonight. She was wide awake when I arrived. And she certainly didn’t take one after I tucked her in.
I open the drawer on her nightstand and pick up the bottle, pocketing it. She must stop taking these. I’m going to put my foot down. I don’t want her groggy when I come to her.
Her hair is spectacular, spread out on her pillow.
I risk running my fingers through it. Not enough to pull it.
Just so I can feel it. So soft. So pretty.
And her lips are parted. Perfect lips. The right size.
They’re a pretty shade of pink. She doesn’t need to dye them.
I’m going to replace all her tinted lip gloss with clear.
She may wear lip balm, but I don’t want to see her mouth colored.
As for the rest of her makeup, I don’t think she needs it, but I’ll let her have her mascara. I know girls are weird about painting their lashes. If it boosts her confidence, I’m okay with it.
That’s all she needs. I haven’t seen her wearing anything else, so I won’t fuck with her on that issue. It’s not a top priority of mine.
Food though… She needs to eat better. I could shop for her, but I can’t see her when she’s in the kitchen, so I can’t know for sure what she consumes. I ponder the idea of putting a camera in the kitchen and maybe the living room, too. I could…
So far, the only camera I have is in her closet. It lets me see her entire bedroom. Should I put one in the bathroom? I chuckle silently. Too invasive? I’m an invasive fuck. Is there such a thing as too invasive?
What will she say when she finds out I’ve been watching her every move in her bedroom? Maybe she’ll never know. That seems unlikely, though. There will come a time when I’ll need to punish her for something she does in her room, and then she’ll know I was watching.
I think about her pussy. Fuck. So damn pretty. I can’t believe she spread her legs for me with very little resistance. She was in subspace. I know because I researched the fuck out of what it means to be a Daddy today. Every chance I got. If that’s what my girl needs, that’s what she’ll get.
I had no idea I have Daddy tendencies, but it would seem for Briana, I do. For her, I want to be her everything. It’s what she craves. It’s what she’ll get.
God, her little nose. So cute. And her cheeks.
They’re still pink from embarrassment. The only part of her I’m dying to set my eyes on that hasn’t been fully revealed to me so far is her tits.
I bet they’re fucking stunning. Someday soon, I will see them.
I’ll touch them. I’ll make her so fucking hot and horny that she begs me for relief.
Every time I think about her telling me she’s never had an orgasm, my cock gets so fucking hard. I’ve masturbated to thoughts of her since the night I hauled her into that pantry. Often more than once a day. This is new for me. I’ve never masturbated to thoughts of a specific woman.
It’s going to be a while before I take her cunt with my cock. She’s not ready. But I’ll make her crave it. I’ll make her beg. I’ll make her so fucking desperate to come that she’s out of her mind and will do anything to get relief.
I need to introduce her to edging tomorrow. It will help her become even more attached to me. I’ll train her pussy to crave my attention night and day. I’ll punish her when she touches herself and reward her when she obeys me.
Yeah. I shouldn’t wait any longer to introduce her to that side of things.
Pleasure. She might wake up feeling uncertain about loyalty toward a man who spanked her ass so hard that she cried.
She might actually cuss me out when she sits in class on that sore bottom.
By the evening, she’ll probably be rethinking our arrangement.
That’s when I’ll switch things up. Teach her about pleasure. Show her how good it feels to obey me. That will solidify things between us far deeper than the spanking she got.
My cock is hard just thinking about it. I won’t be getting relief from her cunt wrapped around my dick anytime soon, but maybe her lips…
The thought of my girl on her knees, hands behind her back, head tipped, mouth open… And the blindfold… Fuck me.
I check my phone and see that her roommates are still at some frat party.
I need to get out of here. I need to sleep when my girl does because Lord knows I’m going to be busy during the day between keeping up with my own studies, teaching classes, and not alerting any of my roommates to the fact that something in my life has changed.
Inside, I groan as I remind myself that her brother is one of my best friends. How long can I keep this relationship from him? Not forever. That’s for sure. I shudder to think what his reaction is going to be.
But I won’t worry about that now. I can keep this from him, and there’s no way in hell Briana will tell him she’s letting a stalker terrorize her. She’s not going to tell anyone.
Even though I’m hopeful that this thing with Briana will work out, I have my doubts. What I want is beyond unconventional. I’m not sure any girl on Earth could give me what I crave. It’s so over the top.
I’ll never be anything but intense and overbearing.
Can she learn to live with that? Learn to need it more than her next breath?
That’s the only way this can work. And if it doesn’t, it won’t matter that her brother never found out.
It will be a moot issue. I’ll go on with my life without him ever being the wiser.
That’s the easiest solution. No reason to tell him about something that might not even be real. It would rock the boat prematurely.
Nope. I won’t worry about Silver. Not yet.
After staring at Briana again for long moments, I finally leave her room.
I don’t have to use the back door every time.
I can come and go through the kitchen whenever it’s convenient, but at some point, it won’t be possible.
That’s why I fucked with her window today, too.
I locked it on the outside. No one can sneak in without breaking the glass.
They’d need the combination to the lock I attached.
Briana also can’t open the window. So far, I’ve never seen her try, so I doubt it will be an issue. It’s usually either too hot or too cold as the seasons change here. I’m not an idiot, though. I set a glass-breaking tool in the windowsill. In the event of a fire, she could easily get out.
Safety first. Always.
Reluctantly, I slip out of her house and head home.