It would seem he had come and gone. He made sure I was in the shower, played his little game, then left. There was only one thing left for me to do. I put the frying pan away, refilled my wine glass, and sat in front of the TV with my meal. He could play games all he wanted. I certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking his actions bothered me.
I think I even knew what he was doing. He wanted me to think about him. He wanted me to know he was always there, always a part of my life whether I liked it or not. And I hated that I liked it. I hated that he brought out so many emotions in me. And I hated that no matter how many times he tried to remind me he was still here, I could never forget him. I never wanted to forget him. He was my stranger. The nameless, faceless man who visited me…not only in my waking life, but in my dreams. He was always there, always in the back of my mind. While I loved it, I also hated him for affecting me so much. He even sabotaged a possible relationship with Brad. Yet I sat there and acted as if I didn’t care. And the reason was because I couldn’t seem to get my stranger out of my damn head.
With my meal finished and half the wine gone, I set to work washing up and getting everything I needed for work packed in my bag for my day tomorrow. As I lay in bed later, I wondered if my stranger would come to me tonight. I wanted him to just so I could give him a piece of my mind—just so I could hear that sexy, husky voice of his.
It took a while to get to sleep, but my eyes were too heavy to care about whether my stranger would come. It wasn’t long after that I fell asleep.
*****
“Tyler…,” his voice whispered in the darkness. “Tyler, I’m here for you now. I’m here to finish off what I started last night.”
I didn’t know whether I was dreaming or not, but the feel of his hands on me was making me think otherwise. I felt his hands all over me, caressing me, touching me in places he knew would make me moan under his touch. Then I noticed his musky smell. It was filling up my senses and making my loins light up with a rich intensity. His hot breath tickled the base of my neck. He was gentle when he wanted to be, but was a little rough sometimes. He never hurt me…well, not so much that it would cause me real pain, but he obviously liked to dominate.
Suddenly, I was fully awake because I realized I couldn’t move my hands. I tried in vain to reach out and touch him, but my hands wouldn’t move.
“What’s going on?”
He was there again, on top of me with his finger pressed against my lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I’ve come to say sorry for my punishment yesterday.”
“By tying me up?”
He laughed and I could feel the sound rumbling into my chest. It made me shudder. “I promise what you’re about to feel will only be pleasure. It is time for you to receive it all, Tyler. I’m here to give you all the pleasure. But, first of all, I have to check one thing.”
I felt him slide off me and watched as he walked away from me. He was wearing that hoodie again, the one that should have caused me nightmares but, instead, made my toes curl and my knees weak.
I suddenly realised he was going into my bathroom. “I swear to God, if you turn that toilet paper around the other way again, I will hunt you down and kick your ass.”
I heard a noise in the bathroom. He started walking back to me. “I doubt very much you could kick my ass, Tyler, but I would love to see you try.”
I was going to retort, but he was back on me again, filling up my senses and digging his hard cock into my stomach.
With a finger to my lips again, he trailed them gently down my chin. “Shh, Tyler. Try not to make a sound. Can you do that for me? Will you be able to hold your squeals of desire? Can you keep that pretty little mouth that sucked me hard last night quiet?”
Oh god, I couldn’t help it. I moaned. “Tyler, I’ve barely touched you, yet you can’t seem to help yourself. So disobedient.”
I was desperate for him and I knew it. But I was also desperate for something else: information. I needed to know more about my stranger. I needed anything he could give me. “What’s your name?”
I felt his hand trail down the side of my torso and all the way down my thigh, making the goosebumps stand at attention. “I love the fact you’re always naked when I visit you. You always need to be naked in bed. Always,” he whispered into my ear, making me moan again.
“What’s your name?” I asked again, determined not to let him get the better of me.
“Always with the questions, Tyler. The only thing you need to do is to feel. Only feel.” With a swipe of his hand, he pinched the end of my nipple, causing me to arch my back.