Page 5 of The Secret Stalker
Well that doesn’t make any sense,I think to myself but don’t push the subject any further. Instead, I ask my next burning question, “Why me?”
“Because there is no one else I want. Follow my instructions and we will meet, in good time.”
I want to scream, ‘Are you out of your fucking mind?’ But there is something about his calm quiet confidence that is waking up my body that has been in a deep sleep these past six months. This unknown man makes me curious about what he wants to do with me, why he has chosen me. I want to know, but I also want to see what plans he has for me being his online submissive. What else have I got going on in my life right now? This is probably the most exciting thing that has happened to me this year. That sounds sad, even in my head. Maybe I need this, need this man for some unknown reason that he already knows. I have no idea how he intends to be my online Dom, but looking back at him right now, my pussy is saying yes before my mind. And if my body is having this reaction to him, who am I to decline his offer? “Have we met?” I askcalmly instead.
“The answers will reveal themselves in good time. Are you willing to be my online submissive Sophie?” he asks once again, the timbre of his deep, gravelly voice like sweet honey being drizzled down my spine. This time, he lowers his leg to the floor and leans forward resting his elbows onto his thighs. Two greenish-amber eyes blink back at me through his mask, searching my soul for the answer. I see him more clearly now, with an oval face and defined jawline, strong but not sharp. His full lips are pressed together making me crave how they change his face when he smiles. His hair is thick and tousled like he’s run his hands through it over and over again. His skin is slightly tanned like he sees the sun but doesn’t work in it. But his eyes are so expressive, a looking-glass into how he really feels, and they are imploring me to say yes right now.
My heart rate picks up pace and thumps at twice its speed feeling the intensity of his gaze, the pressure of the decision he’s asking me to make. He’s asking me to submit to him when I have no idea who he is. Yet I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel alarmed or pick up anything that makes me want to say no. Yes, he’s hiding his identity for a reason. I suspect he has more personal links to the Clarendon which is why he doesn’t want me to see his face. Would I recognise him? At the end of the day, he is here asking my permission. That doesn’t seem so predator-like to me. And he’s right, he could find me and take me if he actually wanted but that’s not what he wants. He wants to play with me.
“I-I think I’m ok with you being my online Dom. What will I call you?” I reply intrigued.
“My name is Mack, but you can call me Master. Are you ready to begin?”
“Now?” I practically shriek. Clearly I have not thought this through at all.
“Now, Sophie.” His voice takes on a deep commanding tone and I feel sparks begin to fly between my legs.
“What would you like me to do?” I ask, confused as to how this is actually going to work. Mack’s lip quirks up at one side as if this is exactly what he was waiting for me to say.
“I need to see you. Take off your shirt.”
The way he immediately commands me has lights going off in my mind like fireworks because I want to drop to my knees for him. My fingers fumble with my buttons as my eyes stay glued to his as the last button falls away. I slide the white fabric of my work shirt over one shoulder and then the other, letting the cotton fall to the back of the chair to reveal my white lace bra. Mack leans forward in his chair again, I see his chest rise and fall more deeply than I had noticed before. His teeth suck in his lower lip subconsciously as his eyes appraise me. He looks lost for words as he soaks in the bare skin across my chest and then my stomach which disappears into my black work pencil skirt. “Take off your bra,” he rasps out and I reach behind me to unclasp the hooks. I can’t tear my eyes away from the way he’s staring back at me. I see longing there as I unclip the hooks and the lace falls away. I edge the straps slowly down my arms until finally my peaked nipples are bare to his eyes. A thrill of excitement courses through my blood as his audible gasp sets my pulse to double again. He’s enjoying me stripping and I’m enjoying the show he is unwittingly putting on for me.
“Take off everything,” he commands, almost hoarse now. I do as he asks, standing and reaching behind my back to lower the zip and let the fabric of my skirt shimmy down my hips and then drop to the floor. Finally I hook my thumbs into the elastic lace and ease my thong down my hips, enjoying his eyes trained between my legs anticipating what he is about to see. I have done this a thousand times with my job, but this alluring stranger sets a throb between my legs like no one else. I don’tknow why. Is it because he’s chosen me? Is it the way he seems to know me and I canfeel,not only see, his longing for me? I want to know what comes next, I am enjoying the anticipation and the way he is making me feel.
“On your knees, legs apart, palms on your thighs, lower the laptop camera so I can see all of you. I want to see your pretty pink lips open wide for me and I want to see your stunning eyes on me.”
This time I do fall to my knees, pushing my chair backwards as I do. Then I reach for my laptop to lower the screen so that I’m in frame and looking back at Mack. Mack is running a hand along his jaw. I want to see underneath, see who he is. But right now, is that actually what I want? Wouldn’t it be more fun to go along with his game and see where it takes us, if only for a short time? I need a bit of mystery and anticipation right now, everything has seemed beige since I broke up with Sam, in fact they were pretty beige before I broke up with him too. I don’t understand why Mack has chosen me and what is happening, but I decide, as he sucks his lower lip into his mouth again, I’m going to keep Mack a secret and continue with this online game of his because my clit is sparking like it just needs a match and it’ll combust.
“When we meet again, this is how I want to see you. Every time. All of you. Do you understand?” he growls.
Fuck, I think I’m going to orgasm just from his words alone. I don’t trust my voice but he is clearly waiting for an answer. “Yes, Master,” I manage to croak out.
“Good girl,” he replies, making a shiver run down my naked spine.
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Mouthwatering. She is absolutely mouthwatering. Her long porcelain white legs folded below her, her hourglass figure pulling into a waist I could fit my hands around before her full breasts take my breath away. Her long auburn hair cascades down her back in rivulets, a few strands covering her slim bare shoulders. She has a dusting of freckles that I want to see up closer than through a screen. When I tear my eyes away from her sumptuous body, I am breathless by her beauty all over again. Her eyes are like shimmering pools of green rimmed with a circumference of darker green. Her small nose turns up only slightly and her red lips are parted. I want to reach my hand through the screen and run the pads of my fingers along her flushed cheek, down her neck and to her rose pink nipples. I want to dip my fingers between her legs and see if she’s wet for me. I’m not sure where to look first, my eyes want to devour her, drink her in so that every inch of her pale perfect skin is etched into my mind so that when I see Sophie in my mind, this is what I see. All of her, compliant and open for me.
Fuck, she agreed to be my submissive. She’s doing what I’ve dreamt about from the minute I found out she couldn’t be mine. But no more. Soon, soon she is going to be mine. She’ll be sitting like this in my room,ourroom, looking up at me with those dreamy come-to-bed-with-me eyes. Her auburn hair running down her back, her dark emerald eyes begging for instructions. I’d be able to count her freckles in person. Damn my cock is so hard for her it’s like a pulsing iron rod constrained in my jeans. I can’t say I’m not used to it, I’m always hard around Sophie, but seeing her submissive for me,me. Fuck this is what I have been missing out on. The glory of basking in her giving herself over to me. I don’t take this lightly, oh no, this is agift and I will guard this gift with my life. And take care of her always.
“Suck your index and middle finger into your mouth,” I command and I watch in awe as Sophie lifts her hand to her mouth and sucks in the fingers, sucking them slowly like they were my cock. My goddess is playing the game too. She knows what she’s doing as her eyes widen and she sucks them deep inside her wet mouth to the back of her throat. I make no move but, inside, my cock is screaming for a release. I can’t do that now, this is all about her, rewarding her for being compliant and doing as I’ve asked. Everything is about Sophie, everything will always be about Sophie. “Now touch yourself in the way you like to be touched.”
If Sophie is shocked, she doesn’t show it. Slowly, seductively, she pulls her fingers out of her mouth inch by inch and lowers her hand, wiping the wetness on one nipple and then the other so that they glisten with her saliva and stand more taut and rigid than before. What I wouldn’t give to lower my mouth to them right now and suck one into my mouth. But I will do what I have always done, not least because I’m behind a screen, I watch. I watch like I can’t tear my eyes away from the journey her fingers take to move through her pussy, coating herself with her own slick arousal and then settling on her sweet spot. She slowly circles her clit. I hear a light hum of relief as she strokes herself in the way she likes to be touched. I watch as her eyelids get heavy as she seeks out her own pleasure. “Good girl, Sophie. Imagine me holding your hair in my fist as I suck and bite down your neck, marking you, taking you, owning you. You will give yourself to me at my command, I want your pleasure in every shape and form. I want to taste your lips on mine. I want my tongue to dance with yours. I want to eat your pussy and lap at your desire, I need you to be vibrating with need before I enter you. I will enter you, Sophie,make no mistake. But fuck, I need to taste your cream on my tongue, I need to inhale your scent and rub you over my body like my favourite aroma, my favourite flavour because that is what you are.”
Sophie’s eyes become glazed as her chest rises and falls as her nimble fingers work her clit like a musician. I am so ready to hear her, I lean in to see every tiny passing expression that crosses her face as her mouth opens slightly and her head falls back as her orgasm rolls over her. She lets out a soft moan which is the sweetest sound I have ever heard in my life: Sophie’s pleasure cry. Her fingers stay at her clit as she slowly massages out the final waves of her sweet climax. Her head straightens and she looks back at me, sated, a shy smile resting on her lips. My girl deserves all her pleasures and doesn’t she make a demure little sex goddess. Fuck I want to be there right now, scoop her up and take her to bed and worship her. I know my cock needs to. But we need to stick to the plan.
“Place those pretty fingers into your pussy and show me what I am missing. Show me what I’m missing out on and what is mine.” I watch with bated breath as Sophie’s fingers ease inside of her and reappear glistening. “Taste yourself,” I say, barely keeping a hold on the insanity pulsing in my jeans. The moment Sophie’s tongue peaks out to lick the length of her fingers before sucking them into her mouth, I know I have lost the waring battle of my mind versus my body as I feel my cock explode in my fucking jeans. My sultry minx just pushed me into a whole new territory of desire that I didn’t even know was possible. I groan at the sight of her tasting herself, wishing it were my lips wrapping around her fingers. I manage to grit out, “When you wake in the morning, I want to see you. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Master.” The words on her lips have me sighing withrelief, I am her Master now and shewill see me in the way I’ve longed to see her.
“Good girl.”
I nod once and cut the connection, leaning back in my chair and tearing off the mask so I can rub my hands over my face. That was everything I could have dreamed of and more.
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The screen goes blank and I stare blinking back at the now Sophie-less screen.Oh Sophie you are a goddess and your submission is just beautiful.I had no idea this level of dominance could make her open into such a beautiful wildflower. What have I been missing out on my whole life? I thought I was missing out on her because she didn’t take my type of jobs, but I should have found out what jobs she enjoyed and tried something different. I should have been more flexible, I see that now. Watching her on her knees, my god. Imagining she was on her knees for me, I finally pull myself out of my track pants and stroke the length of myself to the vision of Sophie playing with herself, tasting herself. I will never be able to unsee that vision of her for as long as I live. She was magnificent. She is going to be mine.
