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Sensations: Touch, sight, smell, taste, and sound.

W ith how numb I am...what would truly make me feel again?

I was covered in sweat as my alarm wailed at me from the corner, letting my ass know I was late for the millionth time this week for school.

“Shut up before I throw something at you.” I groaned into the pillow, grabbing the spare and ready to chuck it at the offending noise.

I couldn’t blame the clock for the fact that I was covered in my own shame. My dream had been enough to make me scream in my sleep, and not in the ‘I am scared for my life’ kind of way. I was in the same woods I had gotten lost in before, but this time, Professor Masters was chasing me down.

I blushed at the memory of when he caught me, splaying my aching, needy body for his mouth. God, his hands felt like he was branding me. I could only dream about what his mouth would feel like.

I yawned, swinging my feet over the bed and hopping onto the cold floor. It always felt like penguins inhabited my room overnight because it was fucking cold when I woke up. My guess was that my overheated, moody sister was changing the thermostat just to fuck with me.

I walked over to my vanity, the white nightdress sculpted onto my body.

“Ugh, he’s not even here, and he’s making me into a puddle?” I yanked the damn garment off and threw it toward my closet.

The nightgown bounced off the door and landed on the ground with a wet sopping sound, making me cringe.

Yeah, okay, I definitely needed to wash that. Or burn it.

My phone chimed, and I grumbled, swiping it off my vanity and shutting off the wailing of the alarm clock.

Satan:

Good evening, pet. Make yourself presentable tonight. We have a boat party to go to, and with the holidays approaching, I have personally sponsored a Halloween horror theme night.

Me:

Oh. K. What time?

Satan:

Gio will be there to fetch you at 7:00, so don’t be late. Your outfit is being dropped off with an additional gift.

Me:

Oh. K. Thanks. See you then.

Satan:

Oh no, I can’t attend. Gio will escort you. My father needs me to attend a meeting this evening. You understand.

Me:

Oh. K

I threw my phone over toward my bed, and the stupid thing slid over my covers and landed on the hardwood floor.

Raking my hand down my face, I groaned and walked to the shower across the hall. I didn’t give a shit if my sister saw my naked ass. Being blinded by the ‘moon’ would warn her not to intrude.

Turning on the water, I jumped in without waiting. The cool water felt nice on my feverish skin. The thoughts from that dream were unrelenting, and I kept turning the handle down further and further.

“Fuck you, Professor Masters.” I moaned, giving in to the temptation and pushing my hand down toward my aching pussy.

I never masturbated. It wasn’t that it was wrong. It just wasn’t something I had personally done. Right now, I felt like a horny teenage girl. The ache would not cease, even when I rubbed my clit harder, making circle motions on the stupid bud.

I whimpered at the consistent heat coursing through my body, letting myself remember the dream. I ran through the woods, adrenaline rushing through my veins, making me pant. I stopped by that tree, his sensual voice lacing around me like a vice.

‘Little Voyeur…’ I imagined. His voice felt too real, so potent and tangible. ‘What has made you so out of breath? I haven’t started yet.’

I gasped, rubbing harder, hanging onto his voice from my dream. Those deep masculine chuckles brought shivers down my spine.

My eyes were closed, but suddenly, the light from the bathroom was extinguished, bringing real darkness into the space.

Popping my eyes open, I tried to look around, but it was no use.

There was black spray paint on the bathroom window because Nando wanted to be sure no one could spy on me while indecent.

I truly couldn’t see my own hand in front of me.

I gasped, halting my fingers and calling out. “Hello? Sis?”

My sister was likely at work by now, and I didn’t know of anyone else who could be at the house.

Maybe A power outage?

I tried to relax. I could finish my shower and then figure out what was going on with the electricity.

I slipped my hands down again, finding the same rhythm. The darkness felt peaceful, more than scary.

His words came back to me, my mind coming up with a new fantasy.

‘What are you thinking about, Little Voyeur?’ His voice was so deep and sounded so close.

It was like he was in this very room with me.

I felt heat in the air, and even though the water was cold, it felt slightly warmer.

‘ Who are you thinking of?’ His words ended with a growl.

I moaned. This dream felt real. It was okay to give in to a dream, right?

“Mmm.” I moaned, grabbing the shower head and pulling it down until the spray smacked onto my needy clit.

I could feel it beginning to throb in time with my racing heartbeat.

“Pharaoh,” I said, my admission felt as freeing as it was damning.

His growl in the darkness had me feeling physical vibrations on my skin.

“Oh fuck. Good girl,” he practically purred.

I switched the setting on the showerhead, the pressure building in my stomach and the water pumping harder.

“Fuck, Professor. I am going to come!”

I was so close, and then I felt it, a touch in the darkness locked onto my hand, and pressed the shower head so hard on my clit, angling it to blast right onto that spot inside my pussy. His voice was a whispered growl in my ear.

“That’s it. Let it out. Show your professor how that wet little cunt comes from thinking of me destroying that fucking body.”

The pulses hit, racking my whole being. The spray of the water matched the pace of my release, the continuation of the waves going on and on with the help of his voice. ‘Don’t you fucking stop because I won’t stop. I will keep going until you can’t breathe.’

“Oh my god!” The sensations overwhelmed me, my fear, confusion, pleasure, and absolute surrender possessing me completely.

The hand disappeared, his voice fading on the last pull of my orgasm. His words were a haunting promise in the darkness.

“No God here, Little Voyeur,” I heard echoing around the bathroom walls. “Just the devil who is going to break you. Can you run, Fallon?”

I screamed, bumping into the wall in the darkness, trying to find my footing and the damn door. I was soaking wet in more ways than one.

It took me a pathetic amount of scooting to get my body to stand in front of the bathroom entrance. The door was slightly open, and I knew I had closed it. My heart was pounding, and I ran through the hallway, throwing open any door I encountered.

I saw nothing, and no other light in the house was off. Running outside, not bothering to grab a towel, I started smacking bushes, looking for an intruder. I was hitting ferns and scaring birds…not slapping a hot, devilish stalking professor.

Okay, Fallon. You are fucking outside. Naked. Calm down.

I steadied my breathing. I was an idiot. My professor would not have come to my house or gone into my bathroom…

My mind was swirling with thoughts. I didn’t realize I wasn’t alone until I heard a man clear his throat. I yipped and stared at the tuxedoed man in front of me. He was covering his eyes and looking away.

“Uh, miss? Where are your—” He gestured at my so very naked frame.

I jumped into the fern I had beat the shit out of a few seconds ago. The scratchy thing was poking my vagina and ass hole, and I felt like it was a punishment for my aggressive search.

“Uh. I apologize! Gio, isn’t it? There was uh…” I looked around at the birds flying around the windows and trees surrounding my bedroom.

“A bird,” I blurted a bit too loudly. “I was chasing a bird out of the house.”

It wasn’t the dumbest of stories.

The old man took off his suit jacket and offered it to me. He was a nice Spanish man, and I didn’t know how he had gotten saddled with a dickhead like Ferdinand. It made me sad. The few times I met him, he was always the kindest man.

“Thank you, Gio.”

He didn’t look at me but smiled, giving a thumbs up.

“I will let you get dressed, Miss Summers, and then I shall present you the gift from your Mr. Grosvenor.”

I forced a smile for the likable old dude and hurried back inside. I didn’t think about my outfit, throwing on a dress, skipping underwear and a bra. I didn’t have time, and I didn’t want Gio to report back to Ferdinand that I was exposed and late.

Finally dressed, I dashed back toward the front door, snatching my keys and locking up this time. I was so late for class. I’d already missed half of them, and now I could only make a few.

“Here you are, Miss Summers.” Gio accepted his jacket back. He smiled and then handed me a gift box.

I bit my lip in anticipation, lifting the white paper a fraction to try to peek inside. Gio was smiling bigger now, clearly knowing whatever horrors were awaiting inside this damned box. I sighed and opened it up, if not just to make him happy.

“Oh…wow,” I said through clenched teeth. The robotic smile was easy to plaster on my face.

“It is quite lovely, isn’t it?” Gio beamed proudly.

I held up the garment. The substantial white dress had full sleeves and a neckline up to my ears. The material was scratchy at best with its rough texture.

There were about a hundred buttons lining the back, and it was too small for my ass and boobs just by looking at it. Ferdinand had kept telling me to lose weight, and now he was punishing me for not working off my natural curves.

I loved to fucking eat, and I hated all these stick-figure women who scoffed at hamburgers.

Desserts were made to eat, not stare at, nor paw at, or chase around on a plate with a fork.

My mother had always yelled at me, taking my plates away from me at dinner parties.

However, Noah used to sneak me some cake and cookies from the parties to my room.