Page 3 of Masked March

Mateo

What was it I was supposed to have done?

Rolling my eyes, I smirk. He’s playing around.

Me

I took the hint and made you dumplings with your groceries.

Mateo

?

Me

The groceries that you had delivered here.

He leaves the text on read and I shrug. What a humble guy!

After cleaning up, it’s too late to read, so I hurriedly shower, then slip into bed. My mind is still awake with a longing between my legs that urges me to pull out my clit sucker and relieve myself before I can sleep.

My go to fantasy these days is imagining Jake on his knees behind his desk while I hike a leg over his shoulder. He’s dominating and forceful, but commanding as well. As I slip into the motion, some of my thoughts change as I imagine the hooded man from earlier breaking into my apartment. Perhaps he’s watching me now from a corner of my dark room.

Thinking about it, I kick off the sheet and writhe against the toy while moaning. My eyes squeeze shut as I picture him wearing some type of mask. I never got to see his face, so in my fantasy, there is only a black hole under his hoodie. What if he was here and did obscene things to me? Forced himself on me and justtookwhat he wanted, then left his cum deep inside me.

If I let myself really feel it, it seems like he’s with me now. Standing at the foot of my bed and jerking himself rapidly while watching. Gaping at me like a spectacle laid out for the pleasure of his eyes.

“Oh, yes!” I scream as an orgasm surges through my body.

As I collapse back on the bed with exhaustion from the day and the pleasure I just gave myself, it almostfeelslike less of a fantasy… Like there is a presence watching over me in the blackness that surrounds me. Tossing the blanket over my head, I fall deeply asleep.

It’s a restful night, one I haven’t had in a long time. It’s partially the knowledge that I’m a grownup with a fridge full of food that I can cook any time I choose. I feel accomplished.

First thing in the morning, I reach for my phone. Mateo’s last text lingers from our earlier conversation.

Mateo

Mel, I didn’t get you groceries.

My heart rate accelerates. Is he lying? Why would he lie? Who did it?

“Oh my god!” A feral yell comes from my chest when I spy a card leaning against my bedside lamp. A few words scrawled in ink line the front of a white envelope in an ominous handwriting:

Let’s play a game, shall we?

Two

MELODY

The envelope shakes in my hand as I hold it up. My finger slides beneath the seal on the back and I pull out a blank note card written by the same hand.

Scavenge your senses and play along.

If you don’t, you’ll be stripped of all your thongs.

Want to find out where the answer lies?

You must avoid all jealous and spying eyes.

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