Sweat pours over my forehead and drips from my earlobes. My hair is soaking wet and getting in my eyes. I push it back and gasp at the air to ease the burning in my lungs. I’ve pushed myself this morning to the brink of collapse. I slow my pace and check my heartrate. A hundred and sixty beats per minute. I run every day, sometimes twice, eat clean, and keep my body hydrated. I have the physique of an athlete—my discipline has made sure of that.

The chill in the air gives way to the warming of the sun, the promise of clear skies and blistering heat.

Crouching down, I pretend to tie my shoelace and count in my mind.

One…two…three…

Checking my watch, I sigh with relief when Mary Stubbs leaves on time for work. Her dark hair sashays across her back and the tight skirt she’s wearing shows all her curves. She’s a cock tease.

She works for a commercial company and is the only female in the building. She knows what she’s doing when she squeezes her fat ass into skirts like that. The woman climbed the corporate ladder on sexual harassment claims.

Whore.

Liar.

Cunt.

I watch her struggle to enter her Mini Cooper. She didn’t think about her dress choice limitations. Clearly.

When the car pulls out of the drive, I smile and check my sock to make sure I haven’t lost my little gift to myself. It’s there and brings with it a feeling of empowerment.

Today, I’m God.

A rush of exhilaration floods through me, causing my heart to keep its fast pace. I check the street, already knowing everyone else on this road goes into work later and all are no doubt still sleeping. I’ve spent time on this street, watching and learning, distracting myself from the one girl I couldn’t have right away. Lucy

Her name swirls around in my head, teasing my restraint. I thought my new girl would help wash her away from my thoughts, but she refuses to leave, haunting me persistently.

Moving across the asphalt, I slip through the gate that’s always left ajar for the two cats they have as pets.

Stupid women. Cats can climb. They don’t need coddling

She’s in the kitchen when I enter and doesn’t even notice me as I pass her and go to her room.

I’m here, beautiful Stacy.

She’s a vision to any eyes witnessing her in her morning haze. Hair in disarray. Skin flushed from sleep. I wish I got more time to spend with her, but being a single parent and business owner makes having relationships hard. I’m here now, though, and we will make these moments count.

Stacy is beautiful, talented, and has this shy act going for her. It is an act, though.

I met her at a college day Rowan had dragged me around to. She was the receptionist and although she acted coy, there was this glint in her eye, one that said, “I want you.” And she does. She became just what I needed, and saved me from taking bad risks with…Lucy.

Lucy...Lucy…Lucy, why can’t I let you go? And why does he have to be the one who has her? It would have been different with me.

Anyone could fuck her, but that’s not what I’m into. I like the process, the build-up of getting to know all the intricate details that make up her as a person, until we’re speaking the same language and I can give her what she wants while taking what I need from her.

Stacy’s scent surrounds me, encompassing me, goading me, preparing me. I release Lucy from my mind’s grip and give Stacy my full attention like she deserves.

Rowan has been nagging me about getting a woman. She thinks I’ll be on my own and lonely when she leaves for college, so when I tell her I have been seeing someone, it will placate her.

I kick off my sneakers and strip my clothes, folding them and placing them on the dresser. The sweat has begun to dry, leaving my skin dewy. The need to get clean is like a voice whispering from the corners of my mind.

I wait for her to return to her room, anticipation building, thickening my cock. Her footfalls are soft over the carpet, but her singing out of tune is not.

Pushing the door open, she places a mug on the dresser and frowns as she picks up my sneakers.

I step from behind the door and wrap a hand around her mouth, tugging her body against mine and injecting my gift into a small mole on her neck.

Prick.

Done.

Game over.

So simple. So effective. Such a fucking rush.

She doesn’t have time to fight. Her mouth opens to scream against my palm, but it’s muffled. I slip my other hand around her waist, holding her body firm against my chest.

Her legs weaken from the cocktail of drugs, and she collapses into my torso.

Lifting her, I bring her over to the bed and place her down, straightening out her limbs so she’s spread-eagled across the duvet. A vision. Her eyes are wide, and I know there are a thousand things running through her mind, but none of it matters. She’s mine now. Her body is mine to manipulate. Control. Own.

It’s perfect. She’s perfect. We’re perfect.

Her hair fans out over her pillow, making her look angelic.

Brushing my hand down her cheek, the softness of her young flesh makes me want her more. I can finally taste her. I’ve kept us both waiting for so long. Keeping to the shadows as I got to know her. Learning her routines, her ties to this world. When I first saw her, I knew she would be mine. My perfect distraction. She’s part of my collection, my girls. Worthy of me.

She’s seamless. I need to have her. I’ve waited long enough.

The good ones are always worth the wait.

“I’ve come to give you what you want,” I tell her, a smile tugging at my lips.

Dragging her bed shorts down her legs, I expose the ripe flesh beneath. I bend down to inhale her cunt. I’ve imagined what she’d look like this close up. What scent she would have. It’s honey. She smells like honeysuckle. She keeps hair on her mound, which is a novelty these days. It tickles my nose and top lip, and I decide right here and now I like it.

She’s making little mewling noises, but it’s almost completely muted, her tongue refusing to obey her commands to call out.

What would you say if you could speak right now, my lovely?

“I want you.”

“Take me.”

“Make me yours.”

Her body spasms slightly with her efforts to try to move, but it’s futile.

Little girl, I need you to be still for me.

I unbutton her nightshirt, pull it down her shoulders, and tug it away from her body. Her tits are impeccable, a full handful, the rosy nipples just the right shade of pink. Her stomach is taut, flaring out at her hips. Slender legs toned from running track in high school are spread before me, and the sight of her bare and laid out all for me makes my cock even harder. Goosebumps pebble over her skin, the tiny hairs raising in awareness.

I spread her legs farther, and she opens up like a budding rose. Tears leak from her eyes, causing a rush of adrenaline to course through me. I climb over her body and swipe them away, kissing her eyelids and licking the path of wet tracks up her cheeks.

She’s like a broken faucet. The tears just keep coming. I coat the palm of my hand in her fear and rub it over my throbbing cock.

“Cry for me,” I coax. “Cry, cry, cry.” I inhale the scent of her apple shampoo from her hair, rubbing my cock firmer. “Mmmm, such a good, good girl.”

Her lip twitches and eyes strain so hard, the tiny red blood vessels splinter over the white like a broken vase.

“What?” I ask, stroking her hair. “You need me?” She’s so desperate to say yes. But she can’t. It’s good I know what she’s thinking.

I place myself at her opening, and without warning, I thrust inside her. She’s warm and tight. Her body is soft and supple, the limbs heavy and incompliant. It’s perfect. I lay my hand over her heart, feeling as it slows beneath my palm.

Thud…thud….thud.....thud……thud…….thud……..

“I gave you medicine that numbs your muscles.” I thrust forward, burying my cock to the hilt. “Your heart will slow, then you’ll have a heart attack.”

I love the sound of skin slapping skin. I lunge harder and harder into her still form. “Can you feel it happening?” I implore, taking all her power with each stab inside her hot, strangling cunt. She’s hungry, taking me inside her and squeezing me tight. Her chest rises and falls as she struggles to breathe.

The medical records I hacked show she has a heart murmur. Her death will be a surprise, but not suspicious considering her condition.

Her breathing has become harsh, ragged gasps. She’s dying, and it’s euphoric to be inside her while she rests on the cusp of life and death.

Let it take you, sweet Stacy.

Her body becomes tense as the drug kicks in to its final stages, she’s teetering this way and that. Heat races up my spine. My balls draw tight. I pull from her body just as her chest stops moving and spurt white ribbons of cum over her stomach, decorating her creamy skin. Seeing the wet patches of my seed on her flesh almost makes me come again.

Damn, she’s better than I thought she’d be.

The wait was more than worth it. I observe her for a few seconds while the wave of pleasure ebbs from my body. I’m going to miss her.

Climbing from her bed, I open her bedside drawer and take out her purple sex toy she keeps there. I know she pleasures herself with it a few times a week. Especially in the mornings after her rude, noisy roommate wakes her up before leaving for work.

I’ve watched her through the window as she reaches for it and slips it beneath the covers. The gasp of breath as she pushes it inside herself always made me hard. The writhing in the duvet, the heavy pants and flushed skin caused me to stroke myself for her. She’s quite something. The innocent act is her façade. In here, in her room, she’s a minx. She’s mine. We all wear masks for the outside world.

I leave the toy on the bed in case she’s checked for penetration. None of my girls’ deaths have ever come into question, I make sure of it.

Pulling away from her, I go to her en-suite to turn on the shower. There are products left out and a towel slung over a wash bin instead of inside it. Why are females so messy?

The steam fills the room almost instantly and the thrashing of the water pelting the glass walls matches the humming high in my head. Nothing else in my life makes me feel the way my girls do. It’s addictive, and I’m already thinking about who my next girl will be.

Lucy.

No. I can’t.

I come back and carry Stacy into the bathroom. Already thinking of a new girl is unfair to her. She deserves all my devotion. I made her wait long enough for it. Dragging her into the shower, I place her body on the floor. It’s small, so she lays at an awkward angle, and I have to stand over her to fit inside with her. I use her soap to clean my cock, then wash my seed from her body. I shower the rest of myself until I’m satisfied I’m clean, then lift her up gently, not wanting to leave any bruised fingerprints. With little effort, I force her body backwards through the shower cubicle glass door. Her weight crashes through the sheer wall, causing it to shatter around her like a Lego tower being knocked over. She lands on the tiled floor with an ungodly thud.

A crimson puddle forms beneath her head, coating her hair and creating a halo around her. How fitting. She was an angel indeed.

Glass has blemished her beautiful, soft cheeks, causing blood welts there.

She looks so perfect, I debate taking her again, but I know better than to change my plans. To get sloppy is to risk exposure.

I empty the drain of any hair there and take a piss, making sure to flush and wipe the seat. I stand naked while I air dry, then redress in my running gear. I locate the needle and tip from the injection I gave her and stuff it back into my sock. The injection site won’t even show a mark. It’s why I locate a mole or blemish.

Checking the room to see if there’s anything I need to do, I notice the mug of coffee she’d brought in here. She would have had that before her shower. Picking it up, I use the bottom of my shirt to cover my hand, drain the cup, and place it down. I can’t help but need to see her one last time before leaving.

The shower has filled the room with steam and continues to rain down, flooding the floor.

I take a knee beside her and lean in to kiss her lips. They’re growing cold already, but are still plump and precious.

Goodbye, sweet Stacy.