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I don't want to be alone tonight.

Three dots. A long pause.

Ghost.

Say the word and I'll come.

The air goes out of the room. I should say no. Every sensible part of me lines up to say no. I don't know who he is, I don't know how he gets in, I don't know what it would mean if I say yes.

My thumbs hover over the screen for a long time, thinking about him, and what would he do if I said yes. Wondering if I say no what will happen, will I be able to sleep, will I be able to feel like someone cares?

Sadie.

Yes.

Ghost.

And if I do, what do you want from me?

What do I want? I think about the answer, and the only thing I can think of is telling him the truth.

Sadie.

To feel like someone cares about me. For someone to look after me.

I walk to the bedroom, and get changed waiting for his reply, but I get nothing. Was saying yes too much for him? Was it too much for me to ask? I look at my phone once more and there is nothing

Eighteen

Miles

It’s two in the morning, and I smile as I walk into her bedroom.

I’m already standing outside her dorm when the message came through. She invited me. She gave me permission to be here, in her space, in her bed. I waited until I knew she would be asleep.

My cock has been rock-hard ever since, throbbing painfully against my zipper as I stand at the foot of her bed watching her sleep in that thin tank top and pale blue panties. She looks perfect to me, she wants me, and I’m going to look after her like she asked me to.

I sit slowly on the edge of the mattress. She doesn’t wake up. My fingers trace her cheek, her jaw, then slide down the warm column of her throat. She’s so soft, so fragile, and so fucking mine.

I lean in, licking my lips as they brush her ear, my voice low and distorted.

“I’ve been dying to taste this sweet pussy, Sadie,” I whisper. “I’m going to bury my face between your legs and eat you until you’re dripping down my chin.”

Her eyes flutter open, the moment she registers the masked man above her, her body tenses. I clamp my hand firmly over her mouth to stop her screaming. She did invite me in, but seeing a masked man in your bedroom in the middle of the night would scare anyone.

“Shh, baby. It’s me,” I soothe, staring into her wide eyes. “You said yes. You invited me. Now be a good girl and let me take care of you.” I’m not worried about her hearing my voice, because it’s not my real voice, I have a voice box, so as long as I have the mask on, she won’t hear my real voice.

She breathes hard against my palm, fear and arousal warring in her gaze. After a long moment, she nods.

Fuck. She’s really letting me do this.

“Tell me I can touch you,” I demand softly, my other hand sliding up her inner thigh. “I need your permission.”

She nods again, and I walk to the end of the bed again, I peel her panties down her legs and push her knees wide open. The sight of her glistening, pink cunt makes my mouth water. She’s already soaked.

I settle between her spread thighs, lift my mask a little only so my mouth is free from it and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her. She’s sweet, warm, and addictive. I groan deeply against her flesh.

I pull the mask down. “God, you taste even better than I imagined,” I murmur before diving back in.