Page 16 of His Obsession
“She struggled occasionally, but she was happy,” Carol says. “She never married or had kids, but she worked a lot with local children at the elementary school.”
“I feel like there is a lot more to this,” I sigh.
“I agree,” Carol says. “But she never did anything without a reason.”
“So, she wanted me to be here,” I suggest.
“I’d say she did,” Carol says. “We just need to figure out why.”
Chapter Five
Elise
One Week Later
Every morning, I wakeup refreshed and well rested. I haven’t had a nightmare in eight days, so that is a new record. On the other hand, Lucian has been in my room at night for the last eight nights. The first night, I wasn’t sure. Now… I know for a fact.
I learned three days ago that Lucian has cameras all over my house. They are in every room, and he can see every square inch of my house. I then set up my own camera to see if I could catch anything, and I did. I should be pissed off, or at least weirded out, but it’s hot.
Every morning before my run, I go out onto my back deck and watch the video from the night before. Every morning, I find that Lucian comes into my home around midnight. He goes through a routine of undressing me, making me come, and then throat fucking me. Without fail, I respond by sucking his cock. Every night, he gets more and more comfortable with how rough he is with me. My medicine is meant to prevent me from waking for a few hours, as it is basically a tranquilizer, so he could quite literally do anything he wanted to me. He has never fucked me, but I find that I am hoping for it every time I watch through the video.
Instead of watching the play back outside where he cannot see what I am doing, I have decided to test him and watch it in bed. I always get so turned on when I watch this, so I plan on doing something about it. He is still everywhere I turn, but he hasn’t touched me while I’ve been away. He said I would be punished if I got myself off, so I want to see what he will do.
His delicious moans play through the speakers of my phone, and I throw my covers off before letting my hand wander down. I push two fingers into my dripping pussy and start to fuck myself, letting out soft moans. As Lucian gets closer to forcing his way down my throat, I start rubbing my clit, quickening my speed. I time things perfectly and as I drink him down, I arch off the bed as my orgasm washes over me.
I lock my phone and lay there for a minute to catch my breath. I make a point to stare into the camera he has hidden. After a while. I get up to go on my morning jog.
To my surprise, no one joins me on my run today. I get through all five miles without seeing a single person. When I get backinside, I take a shower and get dressed in shorts and a T-shirt before heading out for the day. I need to get clothes for fall, so I’m going to a few stores today. When I get home, I need to get some things for work done before I continue going through things in the attic. Mom kept everything, so there is a lot to go through.
I put money in the meter to get me a few hours before going into a clothing store that Laura recommended to me. She and I have grown to be friends, I think. I find that it’s easy to open up to her, but I explained up front that I don’t make and keep friends easily. When she asked why, I explained that I jumped between foster homes and schools so much that it was hard to make friends. Anytime I did get close to someone, they ended up ditching me, or in Mom’s case, dying.
Laura ends up joining me about an hour into my shopping trip and is armed with iced coffee. “Oh, you’re amazing,” I say as I sip my coffee.
“I know,” she laughs. “Find anything you like?”
“A few things. I think I’ll check a few more stores. I want to have a small variety that I can mix and match,” I say.
“Why not this?” she asks, holding up pastel pink lingerie. It has a lace top and the shortest skirt known to man, but it’s gorgeous.
“I’d be willing to bet my house there is no crotch in those panties,” I laugh.
“Ha. Where’s the deed? It’s a thong,” she grins. “Try it on.”
“I thought all naked was your thing?” I ask.
“Mmmm. Yes, I would love to see you naked,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “But I’ll settle for lace.”
“This feels like a setup, but okay,” I say. I take the outfit from her and step into the changing room. As soon as I start undressing, I hear whispers. I just shake my head and continue with what I am doing.
Laura is like a wingwoman, I suppose. Only she helps draw in your stalker, not people I want to interact with. Although, the thought of Lucian bending me over with this on makes my pussy ache. I don’t understand why he hasn’t fucked me. He’s had plenty of opportunities. Although, it’s nice that he hasn’t. When he fucks me, I want to be awake for it. I’d like to be awake for the brutal throat-fucking too, but knowing he gets off on me, even sleeping, is hot.
“Yeah. I’m not coming out with this on,” I laugh.
“Nothing we haven’t seen before. Come here,” Laura says.
“What… how…?” I ask.
I stare at myself in the mirror and think. How has she seen me? I was wearing clothes in that basement, but I’m not at night. If their thing is exhibitionism and voyeurism, what are the chances he’s shown everyone what he does at night? It’s a camera. It would be easy to share the feed. Why doesn’t that bother me? Also, why in the fuck would he want everyone to see him face fuck me in my sleep? Although, watching someone come in theirsleep is a sight to see, if that’s your thing. It’s definitely my thing, apparently.