Page 48 of Seducer

I took the stairs two at a time, mindful of any sounds. Although I could hear a muffled set of voices as if coming from a television in one of the apartments, there was nothing to be alarmed about. Her door had two locks. Smart girl. But it took me only a minute longer and I was inside.

Once I was, I breathed in the various scents in the small but tidy space. I gathered a whiff of the perfume she’d been wearing the night at the club. There were also hints of vanilla and perhaps lavender.

I moved through the living room. Given my eyes were already accustomed to the dark and the moon’s glow was flowing through the half open blinds, I could easily make out her space. She had a couch and a chair and just by running my hands over the surface, I could tell they were secondhand.

She had a few pictures on the walls, all of which were copies of art. The few photographs were grouped together. I moved closer, studying each. All four captured moments in her life, but only during the past few years. She was standing with a young boy who’d suddenly grown a head taller than she was. That had to be her brother.

There were no pictures of friends or her parents. I found that interesting.

I turned and headed toward the kitchen, passing a small table and four chairs. The stack of mail drew my attention. Almostevery piece was a bill of some kind. A couple had been ripped open. They were past due by at least three months. One of them was a medical bill, the amount in excess of eighty thousand dollars.

A strange feeling of needing to protect her kicked in. I didn’t know the girl at all, yet I wanted to make it all better for her. There was a small notebook on the table as well, a pen with a chewed-on cap placed right beside it. I lifted the pad, grateful there was just enough light streaming in through the windows to be able to read the bold, dark writing. On one page was a budget, an abysmal one at that. The apartment was still expensive, the electricity through the roof. Between the kid’s tuition, rent, the medical bills, her credit card payments, and a single loan, she was mired in debt. That just wouldn’t do.

I flipped to another page, another smile rolling across my face. I’d been right. She’d made notes on the possible existence of the Obsidian Society. Most were thoughts, some based in the article she’d obviously read. Others were conjectures. And questions for herself about how she could receive an invitation.

How adorable.

Perhaps I should feel concerned, but I was delighted instead. She was determined to better herself. Maybe I would indeed offer her a chance. Why the hell not? She’d become my plaything after all.

I returned the notebook and scanned the room again. The beautiful girl lived frugally and had for a long time. Where the hell were her parents and the rest of her family? I made a mental note to try to find out.

Sighing, I retreated to the kitchen, the small area equipped nicely. When I opened the refrigerator door, I should feel as if I was invading her personal space, but I was more than curious as to the items she kept.

Healthy food including fruits and vegetables. Plus cheese. The girl liked her cheese. I moved to the cabinets, finding mismatched glasses, a decent set of plates and mugs, and a few cereals including Cap’n Crunch. Seeing the box made me smile.

When I noticed a hidden stash of Snickers bars, my cock ached all over again. Everyone had a little secret or two, something they felt embarrassed about letting anyone else know. I’d found a couple of Wild Kitty’s.

Satisfied, I was eager to spend time with her. I headed down the darkened hallway, slowly pushing open the partially closed first door with a single finger. Inside held all the appearances of a boy’s room, complete with trophies and pictures of the kid in softball and baseball uniforms. Unlike his sister, the brother had dozens of photos, many pinned to a large bulletin board.

I noticed one in particular and pulled the pin holding it to the corkboard. Her brother was in a leg cast all the way to his groin. Now I knew where the medical bills were coming from. My guess was his leg hadn’t healed properly.

I returned the photograph and left the kid’s room the way it was. The second room was a bathroom that hadn’t been used in a while. The third had to be her bedroom. My sweet Sara.

The door was fully open and the moment I stepped into the doorway, my pulse increased. There she was, my wild kitty sleeping under a thick comforter. I moved closer, even holding my breath as I did. It had been one hell of a long time sinceI’d invaded anyone’s private space. Every nerve ending tingled as I walked around to the other side. Her head was facing the window, the almost luminous light highlighting her serene face.

Hunger swelled within me, a need that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I should have known one taste would never be enough.

I backed against the wall, enjoying the view. She barely stirred until she murmured in her sleep. Every sound she made was melodic. I leaned my head against the wall, remembering what it felt like to have her in my arms. I wanted nothing more than to drive my cock deep into her all over again.

Sara stirred, kicking off the comforter. I sensed she was experiencing a vivid dream. Much to my pleasure, she was wearing only a tee shirt and thin cotton panties. I stepped from the shadows, unable to keep from moving closer.

The way she tossed her head from side to side indicated an either violent or passionate set of images. I wanted so much to gather her into my arms, holding her tightly and ensuring no one would ever hurt her.

That would come soon enough.

She began to pant, fisting her hands at her sides. When she licked her lips, my balls tightened. A tiny moan slipped past her lips and she lifted her arm, brushing the tips of her fingers down her long neck to her chest where her hand lingered for a few seconds. I thought she was returning to a deeper sleep until she tossed back and forth, lifting one leg and shifting her other.

To my delight, she slipped her fingers under the thin elastic of her panties. I found myself edging even further from the shadows, watching her intently as she rolled her hand up and down the length of her pussy.

I was even rewarded with a sweet scent of her feminine wiles as she fingered herself. My attention was drawn tight as my balls, my desires almost crossing all sense of decency. I could easily make her my captive, securing her to the bed and enjoying a few hours of ravaging her body.

But I’d wait for the right moment.

She’d yet to figure out that with a single taste, she’d sparked something deep and incredible with the beast of my own personal darkness. She was far too precious, too special to waste. I remained by her bedside as she pleasured herself in slumber, moaning every few seconds when her fingers found the right spot.

I envisioned my tongue and cock doing the work, making her feel as beautiful and important as she’d become. Being near her as she pleasured herself was close enough for satisfaction. At least at this point. But I wasn’t a patient man under the best of circumstances. Doing so now was tempting the devil inside of me.

She managed to push her panties down by a couple of inches, exposing just enough that my mouth watered. She was wet, her panties soaked and her fabulous fragrance was increasing. I could easily do this night after night, but soon that wouldn’t be enough.

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