16. Stalker Daddy
stalker daddy
César
T onight was risky, following her without some sort of disguise. Not to mention, I let myself get far too close. She is without a doubt a very attractive woman, and her insistence on driving me up a wall is entertaining.
I thought I was immune to her charm, but it turns out she’s too damn good at drawing me in. Oftentimes without even trying.
Seeing her dancing with that guy infuriated me. I never considered myself to be a jealous man, but from what I’ve read in some of Doe’s books, it can rear its ugly head with the right person.
She is a single woman enjoying her life, and who am I to stand in the way of that? Especially since I can’t be the man she needs.
While my ability to hide in plain sight serves as a superpower in my career, it’s been nothing but a hindrance in my love life—or lack thereof.
Is my loneliness to blame?
No, there’s no excuse for my behavior tonight. So as I get cozy on the ride home, I type out several apologies, but can’t decide on the right words. Rather than sounding like a mamao , I give up and leave it for tomorrow.
“I can’t believe it isn’t even midnight yet,” I say with a yawn.
“Being the designated driver is easier when the drunks don’t need to be babysat and are sleepy by ten o’clock,” Emiliano responds from the driver’s seat, chuckling to himself. He allowed himself the one shot and sat back, checking his phone from time to time.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I fish it out to see notifications of Deirdre texting me back to back. My palms are sweating as I refrain from opening it. Since I’m not sure how I’ll react, I won’t risk having to talk about her or our current situation.
“You good, man?” Emiliano asks as he slows in front of my house, turning to look at me once he parks the car. “You seemed on edge most of the night.”
I shove my phone back in my pocket and decide, fuck it . If I tell someone, it may as well be the man who has plenty of secrets of his own. Some of which he’ll take all the way to the grave.
We have this in common.
“It’s nothing—” I stop myself from the lie that I’ve even tried to convince myself of. “I kinda met someone.” The words feel foreign, giving weight to something I’ve forced myself to deny for weeks now.
“Really?” His eyebrows shoot up, and when I give him a look, he clarifies, “No, I just don’t know how you found the time.”
True.
“I met her through work,” I start, staring at him as I await his secondary questions. I know they’re coming.
“Through work or… through work .”
I nod at the latter, and he snorts a laugh.
“You know?—”
“Yes, I know, baboso ,” I interrupt, using an insult he’s often referred to me as. I don’t need to be reminded of how fucked up this can get.
“As long as you’re careful,” he reminds me, leaning his head back, fatigue in his voice. “Get your ass inside. I gotta work in the morning.”
Shit, so do I.
We say our goodbyes, and I step out of his car, my phone pressing against my thigh like it’s reminding me that I have messages waiting for me.
My hands shake with excited anticipation as I approach the front door to let myself in. I kick off my shoes, loosen my belt, and undo my shirt. I don’t even make it to my bedroom before I unlock my phone.
From Doe: 3 unread messages
From Doe: 1 movie
I tap on the screen several times to see what she sent me. A video ?
Doe
You’ve got some fucking audacity.
Anyone could’ve seen you.
I’m glad you were jealous. Mission accomplished.
I press play on the video, and it starts with her fresh face wearing a flirty smile and giggling to herself from her balcony. She’s wearing a purple silky robe, and her cleavage has me drooling.
“I’m high right now,” she says, pausing to take a drag from a joint, jealousy rearing at the sight of her plump lips wrapped around it. She releases the smoke in a steady stream before speaking again.
“You wouldn't know that I get really horny after I smoke. Sadly, there’s no one to take care of me. And what you did at the bar before you left wasn’t very nice. What happened to southern hospitality?” she asks, mocking me with a chuckle, and takes another drag.
I resist the urge to respond because she can’t hear me. I try to ignore how hard I am from hearing her talk like this. But it’s fruitless, knowing it’ll end up in my hands.
“It’s not polite to leave a girl soaked and needy like that. Have you no manners?” she chides with a deep chuckle that makes me palm my dick through my pants. “Now, I have to go and take care of what you did. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Scar.”
She hums, ashes the joint, and steps back into her room, holding the camera out in front of her.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you like me. Do you like me, Scar? My dad is firmly against fraternization. He’d kill you for fucking me. Does that only make you want it more?” she taunts, her voice breathy and low.
The camera follows her movements as she holds it in front of her face, navigating her bedroom in the robe that’s loosening with every step she takes.
She halts, leaning forward to prop the phone against something, and I’m distracted by her peaked nipples and full breasts swaying before the camera. They’re seconds away from being set free as that flimsy belt struggles to conceal the deadly weapon that is her generous frame.
Cono.
The view widens as steps back enough for me to see all of her, pulling her straightened hair back into a messy bun before lowering to her knees to retrieve a box from under the bed.
She returns to her height, setting the box on her bed, and sifts through it.
She busies herself, setting aside a pink case and something green that I can’t make out.
What is she doing?
“Hmm. Oh well. It’s not like you’ll act on it anyway. You’re too scared of my father, and that’s a shame,” she tsks. “If you’re a professional and I’m wrong, you won’t watch me through that camera as I make myself come. You’ll turn that feed off and go to bed like a good boy, won’t you? Or not.”
She shrugs, untying her robe to reveal a lacy purple lingerie, and I groan in response. My dick is painfully hard as she struts toward the camera, her gorgeous face in view as she holds the phone up.
“And if I’m right, you’ll watch, hoping to hear your name on my lips, and come with my name on yours. You can, if you want. Or go be a good little spy for my father and rest,” she says playfully with a pout. “Goodnight, Scar.”
The recording ends with those doe eyes staring into my soul.
Fuck.
This video was sent twenty minutes ago. I shouldn’t pull up that feed to see if she’s touching herself. I shouldn’t. Even if she said I could. My mind wars with my dick, desperate for relief and to watch her squirm as she chases her pleasure.
A need that I inspired. Whenever she starts her meticulous routine of setting the mood before she gets herself off, I check out.
Cutting the cameras and giving her privacy.
Not once have I even listened to her moan or whimper, despite my curiosity.
But tonight is different. She knows I’m here and is inviting me into this fantasy.
A peek won’t hurt, and the birthday girl gets what she wants.
I review Deirdre’s bedroom feed, finding her in bed with spread legs, writhing beneath a vibrating wand.
Soft buzzing fills the room, quiet enough to not disturb her guests.
Her moans are hushed and breathy in an attempt to keep this session private.
I envy the vibrator teasing her needy clit as it lures every moan from the depths of her throat.
Quickly, I undo my pants, freeing my hard dick, working it in my palm as precum drips down my shaft. My palm smooths over the tip, dragging the wetness down the base as I fuck my hand to the sight of her grinding against that wand.
I imagine I’m on top of her, earning those whimpers as I drill her into that mattress, slow and deep while she moans into my mouth.
I’d fuck her like a dirty little slut while she fights the urge to scream about how good her secret admirer feels. Pain and pleasure etching on that pretty face as she stretches around me. Training herself to take me like a good girl.
She’d whimper as my tongue traced every inch of her perfect body and fist the sheets so hard she’d break a nail. I’d cater to her swollen clit and toy with her until she begged for relent. She’d clench around my dick at every hint of praise and degradation.
She comes with lifted hips, hushed curses, and my name on her tongue. Pleasure seeps from her aching pussy and puddles around her.
She just fucking squirted for me.
My orgasm is immediate at the sight of her making a mess, and I don’t silence my moans when it hits me. She earned them, and I wish she could hear what she’s done to me.
I observe her closely as she shuts off the soaked toy, bringing it to her open mouth and licking it clean like the good little actress she is. I’m awestruck and hard all over again.
My Doe would think twice about taunting me since she’d be too cock drunk to think of anything but being filled.
I would coax her curiosity out of hiding just to devour it. If I unleashed her dark desires, she’d be out of commission for a week. She has no idea how badly she’d crave me after a meager taste.
Tonight the deer and lion are tied, spent, and satiated. Tomorrow is a new day.