Page 6 of Stranded

As I move into the kitchen and switch on the under-counter lights, I feel more convinced that I’m being watched. My pussy is soaking, and I need to do something about it. And that’s when I have a crazy idea. If Maddox is watching, then it’s crazy; if not, I’ll just have fun.

I walk into the bedroom and strip off my clothes, grabbing a sexy sheer nightgown I bought for the trip. I slip into it before grabbing my dildo. I return to the living room and sit down on the sofa in full view of the huge windows, spreading my legs and dragging the tip of the dildo over my clit. It makes me jolt as I’m so sensitive.

Instantly, the image of Maddox with his huge cock in his hand comes to my mind. I hope he’s watching, as I want to have some fun while I’m here.

Why the hell not?

I’m sure Preston will have his fair share, and I don’t care about him, anyway. The lack of heartbreak proves we were never right for each other in the first place. Maddox is the kind of man I’ve been attracted to for years, but I can never even be seen with a man like him. Mom would probably have a coronary.

I’m soaking wet as I drag the head of the dildo to my entrance, teasing myself with it.

“Fuck,” I breathe, unable to believe how turned on I am. “Please, Maddox,” I murmur, clamping my eyes shut and imagining him between my thighs. The dildo is nowhere near as big as his dick, but it’ll have to do.

I shove it inside myself and moan, my hips rising off the sofa. “Oh God.”

As I move the dildo in and out, the pleasure building, I imagine it’s Maddox, and I can’t help but whimper at the thought. I swear I can feel his eyes on me, watching as I pleasure myself. It drives me to go faster and deeper until I can feel my climax building, the sensation so intense it’s unbearable.

“Maddox,” I cry out, my voice a desperate plea.

I know he can’t hear me, but maybe he can see me. I hope he is. I let the orgasm wash over me as my body shakes, riding it out. Despite the satisfaction coursing through me, there’s a lingering frustration. A desire left unfulfilled. A need for something real, something huge and manly. A need for Maddox. A man I know nothing about.

A bang on the window draws my attention to it, and my heart leaps into my throat as I jump up, dropping the dildo.

A man wearing a Call of Duty ghost mask is staring through the window. I recognize it because Preston played it on his xbox all the time at our apartment. I’d even joked that maybe he should buy one, and we could role-play in the bedroom, but he said it was weird for me to want that.

I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. I’m frozen, eyes locked on the man outside my window. A part of me is intrigued, and a part is freaked out.

The man drags his eyes down my body, and I realize my mistake. The sheer gown leaves nothing to the imagination. I might as well be standing here naked.

His eyes move back to my face.

There’s something about how he looks at me, even from behind that mask. It’s too dark to make out the shade of his eyes. But the look in them is searing and ravenous as if he wants to devour me whole. It’s not fear that grips me but curiosity. A dark desire that mirrors the one dancing in his eyes. I’m not afraid, not really. Instead, I'm excited.

I want to know if it’s Maddox. Two whole weeks alone in the Alaskan wilderness with a hot and rugged man who’s into wearing masks. God, I hope it is.

Slowly, I pull the sheer gown tighter around my body, trying to tease him. The predatory flash in his eyes tells me I’ve succeeded.

And then reality hits me. I don’t even know if it’s Maddox. It could be anyone. I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my chest. What the hell am I doing?

Reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from the man outside the window and hurry to my room. A pang of regret instantly surges through me as I’m being a coward.

Will the masked man be there when I return? And why do I want him to be? Most people would freak out seeing a man staring at them through the window wearing a mask so many miles from civilisation, but all I feel is a giddy thrill.

I sense my time here in Alaska is going to be far different than I imagined.

MADDOX

I’ve never chopped so much wood in my life, but it’s all I can do to take my mind off the hot temptation yards from me. Ivy is insane. The way she got into that sheer night gown and opened her goddamn legs as if she knew I was waiting in the shadows, watching.

Fuck.

I haven’t stopped thinking about the show my angel gave me. She was so fucking wet that dildo slid into her like nothing. It was small compared to me, but I’d bet she’d take my cock easily.

I swing the axe and grunt as it splits a huge log into four. It doesn’t matter how much energy I put into chopping logs. My cock is as hard as a stone.

When I see her, she’ll recieve a telling-off. Other men are living and hunting in these woods. If any of them saw her... I clench my jaw, knowing I’d go fucking insane if they did. I’d murder any man who even sets eyes on what is mine.

She’s a vixen, that’s for sure. And the excitement in her eyes didn’t escape me when she saw me wearing the ghost mask. Most girls would freak out, but she was cool, collected, and, most shockingly, intrigued.