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The Demon

One For the Money by Escape the Fate

S ome might call this stalking, I like to think of it as research. Stalking sounds malicious, and my intent is certainly not malicious—not really at least. I’m a patient man. A man who knows what he wants and always finds a way to get it. I’ve never shied away from a little hard work to get things I want. And right now, I want her.

My siren.

Olivia Lennox, twenty-seven. Born in a small town about thirty minutes from here called Marysville. Moved to Bellingham at the age of eighteen to attend college. Changed majors a number of times before dropping out and working a series of random jobs before settling on becoming a piercing artist. Her professional social media accounts highlight her talent for piercing … sensitive areas of the body. The thought of her beautiful little fingers touching any other man’s dick makes my blood boil. Several times as I’ve sat outside her work, discreetly looking through the windows, I’ve been tempted to barge in and demand I get to sit and watch. But that would probably cause some strain in our relationship. And right now my goal is to convince her that she needs me, not scare her away. No, I don’t want her scared of me. At least not yet.

I know all the facts about her. Her address, her phone number, her family history. Luckily my best friend is a tech genius, and was even able to secure her medical records for me. But none of that is going to help me figure out how to instill myself into her life in such an intense way that she needs me.

Which is why I find myself here, in her bedroom while she’s at work, searching for anything that will tell me more about my beautiful siren. She doesn’t keep a diary or journal, that’d be too easy.

Her dresser is topped with pictures. Many of them are of her and an older man who I’m assuming is her father. There’s also several pictures of her laughing and smiling with a dark haired beauty. A pang of guilt hits me like a fucking truck as I look at the pictures of Olivia and Celeste. At the same time, my cock thickens in my pants at the thought of them together.

Fuck . I’m here to learn about my girl, not jack off to pictures of her.

Moving away from my distraction, I wander into her walk-in closet. Her clothes are mostly skimpy and black. The black I don’t mind, but the skimpiness is a problem I’ll have to remedy. I can’t really fault her though, she doesn’t know she’s truly mine yet. But I can’t have others looking at what’s mine and thinking it’s available for the taking. She can dress like a slut all she wants, as long as I’m there to appreciate it. I pull out a small little dress from the confines of the rack. It seems to be essentially a corset that laces up the front and tiny little scraps of poofy shit on the bottom. An image flashes across my mind of her in this dress, tied down, vulnerable and scared, mascara streaked tears running down her face, writhing and begging for mercy beneath me.

Fuck me. Now I’m really hard.

A peek of pink catches my eye. It’s hanging out of the side of the hamper. As I move closer to examine it, I realize it’s a pair of her underwear. Skimpy, lace, hot pink panties. Goddamn, this girl will be my complete and utter undoing . Lifting them to my nose, I inhale deeply. Her scent is sweet and earthy, reminding me of tea. My tongue darts out, licking a path right along the seam where her wet little pussy sat. I can still taste her lingering on the fabric. She tastes like fucking honey and lavender; I can hardly contain my guttural moan of pleasure as her taste spreads across my entire mouth. Her smell, her scent, and her presence are overwhelming me, making it impossible to concentrate. Like a drug within my blood, my desire for her flows through my veins viciously.

I can’t ignore my raging hard on any longer as it tents my dark slacks. I flick the button and pull the zipper down with one hand; my other hand continues to hold her worn underwear flush against my face. My cock springs readily from its confines as I shove down my pants and briefs. My length is rock fucking hard for this girl and she’s not even in the same room as me. With one last deep inhale of her sweet scent, I drag the hot pink scrap of lace down my face and wrap it around my dick. Just the thought of her underwear touching me has me desperate and fucking feral. A growl rumbles in my throat as I start to lazily stroke myself. Flexing my grip as I increase my speed, I can’t help but think about her tight cunt wrapped around me as she moans my name.

My cock throbs in desperation, eager for release. But the sudden sound of footsteps causes me to stop. I peek through the crack in the closet door just in time to see my beautiful siren enter the room. Shit. If she catches me jacking off with her underwear in her closet I’m pretty sure she’ll freak out. Then I’ll have to resort to other measures of making her mine, and I really don’t want to have to do that. Not this time around.

I catch a glimpse of her walking past before the sound of running water reaches my ears. She must be in her bathroom getting ready to bathe. Now would be a really good time to go. I should leave. I need to leave. I need to go now. But I don’t. I sit silently, waiting.

A while later I see her form return to her room wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. I’m desperate to rush in there, rip the robe off her, and use the tie to secure her to her own bed while I fuck her. If only I had my mask with me, but I need to show restraint. I’m here to do research and learn, not to fuck her. That will come later.

My phone vibrates in my pocket but I don’t dare check it. I need to be as still and silent as possible. I will myself to remain like a statue; granted I would make a weird ass fucking statue with my cock in hand that’s still wrapped in a pair of dirty women’s underwear. God, I hope she doesn’t open her closet and find me in here like this.

I can only see part of her room through the slit in the closet door but I have a good view of her bed. Her back is to me and she’s looking for something in her nightstand. I can’t tell what it is she pulled out but once satisfied, she closes the drawer and jumps up onto her unmade bed. Once she’s splayed out on the bed with her head resting up against her pillows she pulls open her robe. My dick twitches in my hand at the sight of her beautiful naked body splayed out. She’s fucking flawless. She’s short and skinny but with fantastic tits and glowing skin. I want to sink my teeth into every inch of her flesh, completely consuming her. She’d look so pretty covered in my marks.

Her nipples harden in response to the cool night air. She closes her eyes as her hand roams up her flat stomach to her full breasts. She rolls her nipple between her thumb and forefinger before flicking it a few times. The piercing glints in the small bit of light emanating from her bathroom.

“Please,” she moans. “I need you. Please, fuck me.”

What little restraint I had left snaps at her plea. My hand begins to move against my shaft again. The lace of her underwear causes just enough friction to create the slight bite of pain I need. She’s so fucking perfect; the way her hips rise in desperation as she pinches her pink little nipples is intoxicating. It’s like she’s putting on a show just for me.

She uses her other hand to grab something laying on the other side of her body. A low buzzing noise fills the room as she lifts up and turns on a huge, writhing, pink vibrator. Stroking it along the outside of her folds, she teases herself, working herself up. I join her in her search for pleasure, pumping my cock harder.

Holy fucking shit. I must have died and gone to Heaven—there’s no way this is real. But that’s ridiculous, a demon like me would never be allowed through the Pearly Gates. The only heaven I’ll ever get close to is the one between her thighs. She’s too fucking perfect. My picture perfect little whore all spread out and fucking herself for me.

“Harder. More,” she moans as she pushes the toy inside her. I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of plastic in my life.

My breathing is erratic as I thrust my hips against my own hand. I can feel my balls tingle in anticipation as my release builds, but I force myself to slow. I can’t come yet. I need her pleasure first. I won’t get off unless she does, even if that means exposing myself and forcing my way into her pussy to bring her over the edge myself.

Suddenly, she shouts out into the darkness. Her body goes rigid and spasms as her orgasm hits. Her hips rise fully off the bed as she fucks herself furiously through her pleasure. I let my hand work harder, faster, chasing after her.

“Fuck! Fuck Fuck!” she yells out and I almost echo her as streams of hot, white cum erupt out of me and into the pink lace I hold in my hand.

I try to stay as quiet as I can while I come back down, bracing myself against the door jam with my free hand to hold myself up. Looking down, her underwear are completely covered in my release. However, I have a good idea of what I can do with the pile of cum currently soaking the pink lace in my hand.

I shove my softening dick back into my pants and wait. Eventually her breathing evens out to a steady rhythm as she falls asleep. Now that she’s out cold, I get to work.

Pulling out the first slutty little outfit I can find, one that she should be reserving for playtime with me, I dip my finger into the pile of cum in my other hand. I use my finger to paint a cum stained heart across her slutty little corset dress, marking her as mine. Then I move to the next slutty little shirt, using my cum to mark that one as well. I know it might be a tad possessive and immature to literally mark her clothes with my cum, but what can I say? I don’t pretend to be a good man. I’m a man possessed with desire for his girl. I want my scent—my seed—dripping off her should any other man dare approach what belongs to me.

Once all her clothes that I find too revealing have been thoroughly marked, I carefully creep out of the closet door. I move quietly across the room to her dresser, stepping over various shoes and clothing items that have been thrown across the floor as I go. As softly as I can, I open the top middle drawer, the one I know holds her undergarments. As I tuck the underwear from my hand back into the drawer, I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face at the idea of my cum sitting tightly against her sweet little pussy all day long without her even knowing.

Before I leave her room, I turn back and whisper, “Goodnight my sexy siren, sweet dreams.”