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walked in from work, through the front door and into the same eerily silent house. I don't know why but I've always been compelled to stay quiet in silent places, to the point where I even keep myself quiet in my own home, as though I may be disturbing somebody else despite living alone. Though I suppose with all the stress, it's normal to want to step into a place of calm and serenity.
I was exhausted. Today had been a long day, my shift ran on far longer than expected and the customers seemed to become more and more hostile as the shift progressed. To relieve my tension, I decided I would take a long hot bath, really the best idea I had all day.
The hot water soothed my aching muscles and stopped my persisting thoughts for the time being. When I had thoroughly relaxed, I slipped a towel around my body and retreated to my room where I changed into an oversized hoodie, besides I live alone, who would I be trying to impress.
I slipped the hoodie on over my head and caught a glimpse of the newspaper I had been reading this morning on my desk, recounting the recent murders here in Woodsboro by the so-called Ghostface Killer. The kills intrigued me much more than they probably should have, whenever I thought about the shrieking white mask of the Ghostface I feel a heat building in the lower region of my body.
I hate to admit it but I found this killer to be incredibly, inconceivably attractive.
I lay myself down on the bed, once again thinking about the Ghostface. My fingers traced down my body, knowing it wasn't the first time I had done this to the thought of him. My hand hovered over my entrance, feeling the wetness through the cloth of my soaked underwear.
Just as my finger slipped beneath the fabric, the phone started to ring.
"Shit!" I whispered shouted, reaching to pick up the phone from my bedside table
NO CALLER ID were the words displayed on the phone screen.
Curious, I answered, "Hello?"
"Hello (Y/N)
The man on the other line spoke with the sexiest goddamn voice I had ever heard.
"Do I know you?" I asked, confused ast to how the man knew my name and number.
"Perhaps," was the only response I received.
There was silence across the line apart from his heavy breathing, and so I began trying to finish what I had started earlier, the voice of the man on the other line filling my head as I did so. My finger dipped between my folds before the voice started to speak again.
"What's your favourite scary movie?" MY eyes shot open, suddenly aware of who was taunting me on the other end of this phone call, which only made my arousal grow.
"Um... I don't know, A Nightmare on Elm Street." I answered shakily.
"Good choice" he said without a trace of mockery. "I can see you, you know" his voice was dripping with arousal, " I can see you're playing with yourself while your listening to my voice"
I sat up in suprise, though knowing of his presence only made the experience more exhilarating, I was now acutely aware that I was being watched. I couldn't help but wonder if his little voyeuristic habit also pertained to his other previously chosen victims.
"Where are you?" I asked, knowing that the only way he'd be able to see me is if he was in the house.
"I'm over here" he said hanging up the phone and pushing my bedroom door open, revealing that shrieking white mask I had dreamt about so many times before, a creaking sound filling the room.
Though I was quite shocked that he had chosen me to be his next victim, I wasn't scared of him, which is probably why he seemed so surprised when I didn't run away from him.
I walked slowly from the bed, over to ghostface, staring at the dark shaped covering the eyes that hid behind the mask. I knew he could kill me. I knew he came here to kill me. But I didn't care.
"Aren't you scared?" He asked.
"No, not of you, its rather exciting actually, probably the best thing that's happened to me all week." I deadpanned.
He moved his face closer to mine, "Damn, its not as fun when you're not scared, though I bet I could think of a more, inventive way, to make you scream"
I felt a tightness in the pit of my stomach at his words, I desperately wanted him to make me scream. "I'm sure you could come up with something." I said my ankle sliding but the back of my other leg in an attempt to flirt with the serial killer I had been admiring for weeks.
"Yes, I'm sure we could," he said a darkness overtaking his voice, as he took a hold of my shoulders, guiding me down onto the bed, pinning me down into the mattress. He withdrew one of his hands to move his mask up slightly, revealing his lips. He grasped my chin firmly and pulled my face towards his until our lips met.
It was incredible. His lips were so soft and full, his tongue snaked into my mouth, establishing dominance.
"Wow..." I breathed, as he pulled away, I felt his lips, kissing their way down my jawline and my neck, stopping at the point where my neck met my shoulder, nipping and sucking at that spot until he left a mark.
"Something to remember me by," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, admiring his work.
He helped me lift my hoodie over my head and continued kissing down my body, his teeth scraping over my collarbone, and further still until I could feel him biting the hem of my underwear.
I heard the splitting of the cloth as ghostface took out a blade and sliced at the seam tearing my panties off of my body. Sliding further down the bed to kiss and suck more marks on my inner thighs, his head between my legs was a sight I had only ever imagined.
After moving up my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I wished he would go, he lifted his head and said, "Just to be clear, you're okay with this, right?"
I haven't even seen his face, yet I find him so irresistibly sexy.
"Fuck... yes," I breathed out, trying to keep som composure.
I caught a hint of a smirk tracing his lips, as his head dipped down once again, his tongue now tracing a line up my pussy, I gasped at the contact and moaned as he dove into my folds, his finger soon joined his tongue, rubbing at my clit and hitting my g-spot with each time he pushed it inside me. I whimpered and squirmed at the sensation of his hands and mouth on me. My back arched as waves of pleasure washed over me, and my moans quickly became screams as I came on his tongue. He lapped up the juices that had escaped my now sensitive area.
"You taste so good" he said darkly, wiping his mouth and beginning to remove his coat. "Now tell me what you want." I watched his toned body escape from the confines of the costume he was wearing, his cock pressed tight against the fabric of his boxers.
"I n-need your cock... please" I said, knowing full well how desperate I sounded.
He needed no further coaxing pushing his underwear down his legs to reveal his large, hard cock, aching and ready for me. "That's my good little slut" he whispered into my mouth before locking his lips with mine once more.
As he withdrew, I felt him pushing into me. "So tight, such a good girl." I took all of him in, he allowed me a few seconds to adjust to his size before he pulled back and slammed his hips back into mine. "God, such a perfect little pussy." He growled in satisfaction.
His mix of praise and humiliation was an incredible turn on. The tension in my abdomen was building with his every thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. "G-getting close," I stuttered through my moans.
"No, don't come yet." He demanded. He lifted his had to remove the shrieking white mask from his face completely, throwing it onto the floor. He had deep brown eyes and dark hair that hung about them, swaying as he pounded into me. "I want to look into your eyes as you come, to watch your pretty face as you reach absolute pleasure"
His words sent me over the edge as I looked into his eyes screaming his name as he rode me through my second orgasm. His own thrusts became erratic and sloppy as he filled my pussy with his release.
Once again, he kissed my lips as he came down from his own high, lying beside me on the bed. I pecked him on the lips before I went to take a shower, to clean myself up, my area already starting to feel sore, God, I don't think I'll be able to walk by the morning.
I changed into some pyjamas while in bathroom before returning to my room. I expected ghostface to be halfway across town by now, but he wasn't. He was lay half-naked, asleep in MY bed. I walked the few steps to the bed, lifting the covers and climbing in, he wrapped his arm around me as I got comfortable.
And there I was falling asleep, wrapped up tightly and safely, in the arms of serial killer.