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CONRAD

I almost slipped back there.

Words came out of my mouth that shouldn’t have, and even more behind them. I nearly let Belle know that I am her stalker. And while I know it would have been an absolute catastrophe to do so, I actually wanted to tell her the truth. I wanted her to know that I’ve been watching her for weeks, breaking into her room at night, that I’ve stolen one of her pillowcases as a way of being closer to her.

Because then she would realize how truly depraved and insane I am, she would push me away, and I’d be out of her life and far away.

But that won’t happen now.

I saw reciprocity in her eyes back in the hotel room. My feelings for her are not one-sided. She adores my touch. She loved how I fucked her. And by God, I know she wants more and more from me. And I have so much more to give her.

She wants me to save her from Fitch, which has been my mission all along. But is she really prepared to meet the man I really am?

How could a sweet girl like her accept me once she knows the truth?

Even if I somehow manage to stop this wedding and make her mine, there’s no way our relationship can be built on a foundation of lies. She has to know what’s been going on. That I’m her stalker.

But when she learns the truth, will she leave me?

I’m on the verge of a heart attack as I park and we walk down to the pier. Belle is smiling, hanging off my arm, nearly skipping as she tells me all the fond memories she has about riding the Ferris wheel and driving bumper cars. But all I can think about are all the ways this could end in disaster.

She could expose me.

She could tell Fitch about me. Tell her parents.

She could call the police on me and destroy my career. My life. Or even worse, she could simply push me away and marry the monster she’s being sold off to. Choose him over me as the lesser of two evils and force me to live the rest of my life in complete solitude and despair as she posts photo after photo online of her with her “wonderful husband,” living their wonderful life together.

I could never handle that. Watching her life from a screen.

Walking with her now by my side is the closest thing I have to harmony, and without her, I would be lost. If I could somehow just stretch this moment forever. Freeze time so that Belle and I could be together without complication, without me having to confess my sins and seek penance for what I’ve done…

Her smile is intoxicating as I pay for our snow cones. Her beauty shines brighter than all the lights around us, which don’t even come close to her radiance. I wrap my arm around her shoulder as we walk to the Ferris wheel. I pay, and we slide into our passenger car. I pull her close and we watch the lights of the pier and the silver moonlight shimmering across the waves below.

What a magical moment.

This is what life is all about.

Belle lets out a calm breath and rests her head on my shoulder, nestling close as if she’s done it a thousand times. I watch her pink tongue go in and out as she licks the colored ice of her snow cone, my cock harder than steel as I inhale a lungful of her scent. I close my eyes, basking in the perfection of the moment. I want to just relax, be calm. But the beast within me is ready to arise.

We don’t have long before we reach the ground again, but I simply cannot stop myself. I toss my snow cone into the water, drawing a questioning look from Belle, then lick my finger and slide my hand into her pants. She gasps as I spread her warm, pink folds to find her pleasure pearl, then lets out a quiet moan as I apply pressure, moving in circles that cause her body to tense and tremble with delight.

“Conrad…” she whimpers, letting her mouth stay open, pressing her teeth gently against my chest muscle.

I’m powerless to resist her. I’ve lusted after Belle for so long, and now I have her. My thirst for her will never be slaked. My hunger never satiated.

“That’s it, angel. Come for Daddy.”

Her body tremors, and her teeth close down on my flesh, stinging me with just the hint of pain. I smile and move my finger faster, applying more pressure. She’s already soaking wet, and I can tell by the way she’s moaning into my muscle that she’s close.

Her sex appeal is overwhelming. If we had more time and were somewhere more private, I’d spin her onto my lap and set her down on my cock. But for now, this is all about her.

I reach into her shirt, kneading the flesh of her plump tits as her breaths grow short and quick. She clutches my shoulders with her hands and bites down harder. I feel my skin break but ignore the pain. I’ve gone through worse for far worse reasons, and I’d go to hell and back for Belle. The wetness dripping from her cunt coats my fingers, electrifying me as if the voice of Satan himself was urging me to take her right here and fuck her raw in front of everybody.

“I–I’m coming, Conrad,” Belle moans, moving up and planting kisses all over my neck as a shake crashes through her body and she grips me tightly as if holding on for dear life. I slip a finger down and press it inside her just to feel her little fuck hole contracting in rhythm with the little moans dripping from her mouth. Her hot breath against my ear is like the hand of pure beauty and kindness, filling me with possessive thoughts and selfish greed.

She starts to come down, and like a man possessed, I slip my hand from her pants and plunge my fingers directly into my mouth, sucking her slick from my skin like it’s the sweetest nectar in the universe. Belle’s eyes go wide as she pants, clutching my shirt, still writhing from the aftershocks that have her body quivering.

“Your pussy is so much better than my snow cone, angel.” We’ve risen past the peak of the Ferris wheel now and are on our way down. Still, I take her hand and move it to my bulge, squeezing her fingers around my terrible excitement. “See what happens when I’m around you? I’m always hard. And it’s all your fault.”

“Fitch would never say things like this to me,” she whispers nervously. Just hearing his name causes my insides to burn. “He’d never…lick his fingers like that either.”

So much for teaching Belle what her future husband will want from her. I can’t keep up the act any longer. I need to make my move. I need to finally tell her everything. Lay all my cards on the table and see how she reacts. She’ll forgive me for lying, the stalking, the bomb threat, right? Of course she will.

Won’t she?

I don’t know if I will be able to survive if she doesn’t.

“No, angel.” I shake my head at her. “Fitch wouldn’t. But I would. What does that mean to you?”

She blinks back at me, her mind spinning. We’ve nearly reached the pier now and are about to be unloaded. If only we could keep this ride up forever–just me and her.

“It means…you really like me?” she finally asks. God, she’s so sweet.

The ride stops, and the operator opens our door to let us out. We step off together, and I take her hand in mine.

“Like you, Belle? That’s one way of putting it. Another way would be that I’m infatuated. Smitten. Enamored.” I fix my eyes on hers, noting the light layer of perspiration on her rosy cheeks, the gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. “Should I go through the thesaurus for all the other words defining my level of obsession with you, angel?”

I’m treading on thin ice speaking to Belle like this. It’s dangerous. One false step and I’ll expose myself as her stalker. But I have to tell her. She needs to know if we’re going to move forward.

“No. I think I understand…Daddy.” She purrs, ducking beneath my arm, nuzzling close like we’re the happiest couple. As we walk down the pier, even surrounded by all these people, my desire is still raging for her. Belle must be mine forever. Always.

Oh, sweet thing. You have no idea.

“I wish you did,” I admit. “But even before the bomb threat, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Thinking of you alone at your house, away from my protection, resting your head on your cute little pink pillowcases–it made me feel inadequate. Like I was slacking in my ability to protect you. But if I have you with me twenty-four-seven, that will never be a problem.”

Everything tenses as I realize I’ve just slipped up. Pink pillowcases. I was so caught up in articulating my fantasy about her that I said something I shouldn’t have. But it doesn’t seem like Belle has caught on as she looks over my shoulder and points with glee.

“Oh, they have one of those punch machines, Conrad!” she squeals, hopping forward and pulling me along with her. “You should try it! I’m sure you could break the record!”

I chuckle as I let go of her hand and begin to loosen up my shoulder. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Her smile is infectious.

I pull her close, acutely concerned that I may have just blown my cover, panicked that I’ll be losing her soon. My pulse is throbbing. My body is burning for her. I’m sweating like I just fucked her hard for hours, and as I lean in and press my forehead to hers, the feelings only intensify.

“Are you sure, angel? You felt how hard I am right now. I doubt I’ll be able to swing my fist like I normally can. What I can do is take you into the shadows behind one of these shops, pin you up against the wall, and put my cock back where it belongs–inside you.” Belle lets out a soft breath as I discretely slip my hand between her legs. I can feel her wetness through the thin fabric of her pants that hides her sweet teenage pussy. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fitch would never do something like that to you. But I would.”

Belle’s only reply is a nod, her teeth closed gently around her bottom lip. “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that. But you know what else Fitch would never do?”

“What’s that?” I ask.

Again, she points to the punch game machine. “He would never break the high score on that.”

I chuckle, reach into my pocket, and find a dollar to feed into the machine. “You like a strong man, don’t you?” She nods, adorable and innocent. My God, I’m going to corrupt her.

With a smile, I turn to the machine, twist my arm a few times to prepare, then put a full-force punch into the bag that would obliterate any man it connected with. The foam bag snaps back, and the counter begins to rise, the numbers ticking up and up before finally topping out at 998. Bells and whistles go off, and the machine announces: New High Score!

“Well, I guess you were right.” I smile and turn back to face Belle, but where she was standing, there is now a family of three. A mom, a dad, and a little boy eating an ice cream cone. I quickly glance to my left, to my right, but Belle is gone.

My stomach lurches, dropping to my feet. My pulse doubles. A chill shoots through me as I realize what’s just happened.

Belle did catch on to what I said about her pillowcase. She knows now that I’m her stalker, and she used the punching machine challenge to distract me so she could make a break for it. Not only have I blown my cover, but I’ve also completely failed in my duties of watching over her.

How could I let this happen?

How could I take my eyes off her?

“Belle!” I cry out. At this point, it’s impossible to know which way she went, so I turn left and begin sprinting down the pier, scanning for any signs of her. I knew I should have installed a tracking device in her phone. Even the microphone I setup in various rooms she’s always in are registering nothing right now. I was trying to hold back my degeneracy, but now I realize I’ve failed. I fucked up. Even the covert recording devices I installed where she goes are registering nothing. I won’t find her again. Belle outsmarted me, and there’s a good chance I’ll never see her again.