Elizabeth
I’M BUZZING.
Flying on a cloud.
That kiss. Oh. My. God. It was everything. I’ve never been kissed so intensely before, like I was the most important person on the planet. His brown eyes shone with desire—desire I wanted to lick and burn my flesh. Dillon, God love him, really ruined my magical moment.
My chat with Dillon was a blur. I don’t even recall what he said. Something about checking in to stop Jade from worrying over me rattling around the house alone again. Luckily for me, Mom wasn’t long behind him. He chatted with her for a bit while I just pretended to listen. In reality, I didn’t hear a word. I was in a daze. I desperately checked my phone every three seconds, and Dillon watched me with narrowed eyes. I knew he was curious about my new beau, but I wasn’t divulging. A girl never kisses and tells. And this felt too special. I wanted to keep it just for me. Like if I spoke about it, people would judge and dampen this swirling euphoria coursing through my nerve endings. I’ve read about people having a connection and that insta-love you get in some romance novels. I was always aware it was fiction—only rumored to be possible. But if the tingles racing up my spine and buzzing of what feels like electricity warming and zapping through my entire nervous system isn’t the proof of such connections, I don’t know what is.
After a long, hot shower where my thoughts replayed the kiss over and over again, I lock myself in my room. I have no missed calls or texts. Disappointment surges through me. With a sigh, I open my bedroom window and lean out. The warm air whips around me, and my robe opens, baring my breasts to the dark trees flanking our property. Biting my lip, I tug my robe back around me. I’m still searching the darkness when my phone buzzes. Rushing over to it, I sit on the bed.
Elise: You really hurt Jason’s feelings running off like that. He’s a good guy who actually likes you. I wish you’d give him a chance.
Disappointment followed by extreme irritation floods through me as I tap out my response.
Me: He’s not my type.
Elise: What IS your type?
I close my eyes, recalling my kiss from earlier. The way he consumed me in a way Jason would never be capable of.
Me: Tall. Dark hair. Muscular. Tattoos. Handsome. Mature. Someone who kisses me as though I’m their everything.
The three dots move as she replies. I can almost sense her rolling her eyes.
Elise: Good luck. Guys like that don’t exist.
I want to tell her they do, that I kissed one tonight, but I decide against it. Elise will just rain on my parade. She’ll taint my moment with her “big sister” advice and know-it-all self.
Me: Still not interested in Jason. Never will be, so drop it. Night.
My gaze flits over to my desk and my eyes bug out of my head when I see a new doll sitting beside the other two. He’s been in my room. Dillon would flip his shit if he knew…which is exactly why he never can. Heat floods through me. The new doll being in my room should creep me out, but instead, I find it sweet. Three dolls from my stalker. My bookstore stalker. At least, I hope it’s him.
She doesn’t respond back for a long time. When my phone buzzes again, I expect to see Elise texting, but it’s a number I don’t recognize. My heart flutters like a butterfly hovering over a flower it so desperately wants to land on.
Unknown: I wish our kiss didn’t have to end.
Heat burns across my skin as though I’ve stepped in front of a blazing fire. I walk back over to the window and stare out into the trees. My eyes strain as I look for movement. I think I see something white, but my mind is probably playing tricks on me. Defeated, I sit back down on my bed.
Me: I liked it entirely too much. What’s your name?
Unknown: My friends call me Monster.
I frown. He’s far from a monster. He’s like one of those hot guardian angels you read about in romance novels. Alpha and giant and strong. Handsome to a fault. His protectiveness ripples from him in waves. Maybe it’s a play on his name, or maybe he was an ugly child who grew up to be perfect, giving a big fuck you to the ones who didn’t give him a shot for being different. I find beauty in the different.
Me: What can I call you?
I want to be separated from the ones he calls friends. I want my own special name for him, one just for us.
Unknown: Are we not friends?
Me: I was hoping for more…
Unknown: Next time we meet, I’ll tell you so you know what to call me when you whimper my name.
If I wasn’t embarrassed before, I surely am now. Images of us naked, rolling around in a bed, cause a low moan to ripple from me. I don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am or the effect that text had on me, so I try to play it cool.
Me: Are you watching me?
Unknown: I wish I was. Unfortunately, I’m all alone with just my imagination.
I frown because the flash of white I saw was most definitely a figment of my imagination.
Me: Can you imagine me moaning, Master?
Send. Oh, God.
Me: Master*
Goddammit.
Me: Monster! Monster! Oh God, autocorrect just killed me.
I want to curl up in a ball and hide in my duvet. My heart hammers like a wild horse trying to be tamed inside my chest.
Unknown: I want to talk to you.
I’ve just saved his number into my phone when it rings in my hand. “Monster” flashes across the screen, and I nearly drop it in my haste to pick up.
“Hello?” I squeak out, my voice slightly shaky.
“Hi, Doll.” His voice is deep, throaty, raspy. It does things to my insides. Lights them on fire. Turns them upside down. Sends currents of electricity surging through them.
I’m still embarrassed I typed “Doll” when I added my number instead of my name, but I can’t help but wonder, based on his comments, if he’s the one who gifted me the dolls. I also gave the name Doll because I wasn’t exactly ready to tell him my name and liked the idea of hiding under my doll persona. Seemed fitting at the time. Now…I’m not so sure. Makes me feel like a child. He’s a lot older than me, and now I wonder if he sees me as this dumb, young girl. Disappointment in myself causes me to shudder.
“Hi, Monster.”
We’re both quiet for a moment, and I feel awkward. My insecurities are blinking like a neon sign.
“Um, I…” I trail off.
“Call me Master, little doll. I like the sounds of your breathing.”
My heart skips a beat. “Your voice sounds deeper on the phone. It’s like it rattles through me. Like it’s inside me.” I want to smack myself for sounding so stupid. A groan of embarrassment escapes me.
“Mmmm, pretty doll,” he murmurs. “I like the idea of me inside you.”
I choke on my words as a pulse of warm excitement floods over my body. He’s so forward. I’ve been around Jason, who is also forward, but in a totally different way. With Monster—er…Master, I want him to say dirty things to me. To kiss and touch me. “I…I don’t even know you…” I breathe, my muscles tightening and tingling as foreign sensations dance low in my stomach.
“I think you do,” he says in a tone that makes me think he’s hinting to the doll. He chuckles, and my body burns with desire. “You’re going to know me well—and very soon. That, I can promise you.”
I bite my lip. “Are we going to go out on a date?”
“We’re going to go on all the dates. I’m going to kiss you again, Doll. I’m going to spend more than three seconds exploring your sweet mouth. I’ve been craving you since the moment we spoke in the bookstore. I know you feel the same.” His tone is so smug. So sure. And he’s absolutely correct. What is this?
My emotions overflow, rippling through my body like a storm over the ocean. The push and pull is chaotic and uncontrollable. I can’t fight it. I won’t fight it. I simply don’t want to.
“I want that,” I murmur, my words once again feeling childish on my tongue.
“I know.”
I giggle, some of the tension leaving my body. “You’re so sure of yourself.”
“I am. Sometimes you just have an overwhelming feeling, Doll. You’re that overwhelming feeling. Seeped deep in my pores. Taken hold of my nerve endings. Jolted my lonely spirit back to life.” His tone darkens. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life.”
He speaks to me in the same way the heroes in my books do. Alpha males, they call them. Bossy and sure and hot. Domineering. While Elise is dealing with dumb boys, I have a real man on the other line. A man who wants to devour me.
“What if I’m not enough?” I ask him, my voice a mere whisper.
“You’re everything,” he growls.
I’ve never been growled at in such a possessive way. It scrambles my brain and has me thinking irrational thoughts.
“I want to see you now,” I blurt out, my gaze flitting to the window. Maybe he is outside. Wishful thinking.
Another growl. “Soon. I promise.”
I don’t understand the overwhelming need surging through me. It consumes me. Violates me. Disturbs me. Teases me.
“When?” Oh God, I sound so needy.
“Tomorrow,” he vows.
“Okay.” My voice cracks, and I hate it. No wonder I don’t do well in the boyfriend department like my sister. I can hardly talk to a potential one on the phone without turning into a psycho.
“Doll,” he groans, his voice husky. “Send me a picture of you.”
Heat surges through me. “I just took a shower. My hair’s a mess. I don’t have any makeup on.”
He’s silent other than his ragged breathing. And for a moment, I fear I’ve scared him off. “Please.” His tone is sad almost. Pleading. Just as needy as how I feel. Emotion he shows just for me. My eyes only.
I swallow. “Okay.”
Putting the phone on speaker, I turn it around and cringe when I see my reflection. My hair is wet and tangled. My face is pale and puffy. But it’s then I see my nipple poking through my robe opening. Lining up the camera where it’s barely visible, I smile before snapping the pic. It feels naughty, taking a picture of my nipple. I want him to think it’s an accident.
Before I can change my mind, I press send, and hear the buzzing on his end.
“I told you I look a mess,” I whisper.
Another growl resounds through the line. It reaches deep inside me, owning a part of me I never knew existed. “Put me on that Facetime thing these phones do.” His demand is hot and leaves no room for argument. And I don’t want to argue. I want to see him. Eagerly, I mash the button, and within seconds, his handsome face is staring back at me.
But he’s angry.
Scowling.
Infuriated.
I frown. “You’re mad.”
He bites down on the inside of his lip, and I can’t help but lick mine in response.
“I’m not mad,” he assures me, his jaw ticking in an angry way. “Show me the rest.”
I play dumb. “W-What?”
His gaze softens, and he smiles. The grin that lights up his face gives him a boyish quality that warms my heart. “I’m like an addict, Doll. You can’t give me a little hit and not expect me to crave more. I want to overdose on you. I need it. Get me high, beautiful.”
I’m lost in the way he begs for these dirty things from me. I find myself tugging at the rope on my robe, exposing my chest. I can’t, however, find the nerve to show him.
What if he doesn’t like what he sees?
What if my breasts are too small?
What if he hangs up?
“Please.” Again with the pleading that sets my heart aflame.
Closing my eyes, I drag the phone lower, revealing my breasts. The hitch of his breath tells me he likes what he sees. My own breathing is ragged and uneven.
“More, Doll.”
I meet his gaze once again on the screen. Hunger and darkness flicker in his eyes. It turns me on so much, I can hardly stand it. “S-Show me you,” I challenge, my voice raspy with need. I’ve heard horror stories of girls doing things like this and being burned, but the look on his face, the need in his voice, the overwhelming ache taking over my entire being, tells me this is more. This is two souls reaching for one another. Like gravity, we are being pulled to each other.
He chuckles. “Are we bargaining?”
I lick my lips and nod. “Yes. It’s only fair.”
“I show you my cock, and you’ll show me your perfect cunt?”
An audible gasp wisps from my lips before I can control it. My words remain lodged in my throat as I regard him in shock. I meant like his bare chest or something. But now that he’s offering his cock, I’m curious about it. Is it long? Thick? Veiny? Pierced? We haven’t talked about his age, but it’s obvious he’s much older than me, and with his looks, he’s probably been with lots of women. I don’t want him to think I’m a naïve little girl. I want him to view me as a sexual being, one capable of keeping up with him.
“Okay,” I tell him, nerves dancing around my insides.
A growl. “You’re such a good girl, Doll.”
His praise washes over me like sunshine. Hot. Brilliant. Invigorating. I want to soak it up and lie beneath him all day long. He tosses the phone down, and I get to stare at the ceiling fan in his room while he shuffles about. Then, I hear the mattress springs squeak. When he grabs the phone again, I get a view of his tattooed chest and neck. Heat floods south, and I let out a small mewl. The tattoo on his neck chases over his shoulder, across his peck, and down the side, talons from the beast digging into the rib area. Is this why they call him Monster? Because of the tattoo of just that—a rabid beast who moves as he does? The brutality mixed with his beauty is a stunning contrast.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
“Good,” he utters, “because now that I’ve started with you, I can’t stop.”
I can’t even process his words. I’m simply lost in this naughty moment with him. When the screen starts lowering down his beautifully carved chest, I can’t help but gape. I’ve never seen a man this sculpted to perfection in real life. He’s built like a model. Chiseled and flawless. But there’s something dark about him. Like a beautiful criminal model. Something familiar too, as if our souls know each other. I’m still lusting over his abs when I get a glimpse of the root of his cock.
Thick and veiny, just like I’d imagined. The dark hair around it is clipped short. My mouth waters. I know my eyes are wide with wonder. I should fear him, be intimidated maybe, but the power I possess to make him this hard—this wonton and greedy to see me—drives me wild. He’s willing to share himself. So vulnerable. So striking. So mine.
“More,” I whimper, wanting to see the entire thing.
His face shows back up, and as hot as his bearded face is, I want to see his dick. “Show me your pussy. Is it wet?”
I let out a choked sound. “I don’t know.”
“Show me.” His tone is fierce and demanding.
I yield to his words. Jesus, do I yield to them.
My screen drags down along my body, and when I get to my bare pussy, I hold the camera still. The groans from him make my core throb.
“Are you wet?” he asks again, his voice throaty and hoarse.
“Show me what I want to see,” I negotiate, “and I’ll show you.”
I tilt the screen up so I can see him, and what I see makes me whine. His strong hand has his entire thick cock in his grip. It’s hard as stone. The head glistens with pre-cum. He strokes himself slowly, and I find myself fixated on the way the veins in his forearm bulge with the movement.
“You’re so big,” I whisper.
“Show me your sweet pussy, Doll.”
His words are like gasoline on the flames flickering inside me. Dragging the screen lower, I show him as he’s requested.
“More. Spread your legs apart and show me how wet you are,” he growls. His breathing is noisy as he continues to stroke himself.
I drop my thighs apart, feeling completely self-conscious but also naughty, sexy, womanly—I obey him. I’m about to bring the phone back up so I can see his cock again when he barks out an order.
“Fingers. Inside. Now, Doll.”
The way he says the words dizzies me. This is dirty and twisted. I barely know him. Heck, I don’t even know his name. Yet, here I am, showing him parts of me no other has seen before, touched before. Sliding my free hand down, I push my finger into my slick opening.
“More. Put more fingers inside my pretty pussy. I want you saturated with need.” He’s practically snarling his words, losing control. Like the very threads holding him up are snapping. Pop! Pop! Pop! I feel empowered knowing I have such control over a man. This man.
I push another finger inside.
“A third,” he hisses.
“It’s too tight,” I whisper. “It burns.”
“Put three fingers in your hole, Doll. Do it now. My cock is going to really fucking burn when I push it inside you, so I need you to get yourself good and ready.”
I moan at his words. He wants to fuck me. Monster wants to fuck me. I’m buzzing with need and excitement. Losing my virginity to the hottest man I’ve ever encountered feels like a dream. A fantasy come to life.
Pushing the third finger in, I cry out. It hurts. I don’t understand how his giant cock will fit in there.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Goddamn, you’re so perfect.”
I beam under his praise. “Thank you.”
“Take your slippery fingers and touch your clit. I want to hear you moan, Doll, while I look inside your open, quivering hole,” he rasps. His voice is broken and desperate. Once again, power surges through me.
Slipping my fingers from my sore sex, I begin massaging my clit. It’s difficult to hold the phone in one hand while I masturbate with the other, but I do my best for him. My eyes flutter closed, and I get lost in the moment, imagining him on top of me. Overpowering me. Nipping at my throat as he bucks into me. It doesn’t take long before I’m losing my mind to an orgasm only possible because of him. My orgasms never feel this good. They don’t grab a hold of my soul by the throat and shake it.
“Master,” I cry out, my entire body jolting with pleasure. My pussy contracts, pulsating with my racing heart.
“Let me see your face,” he barks out.
I jerk the screen up to where I’m staring at his cock again, staring straight into the tip as he jacks himself off. Soon, he grunts, and his cum spurts against the screen. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My eyes flutter closed as he cleans off his phone. Now that I’m sated, I prop the phone against the pillow and curl up on my side. Sleepiness wraps its claws around me, threatening to drag me under.
“You’re so beautiful. Sing me a song, Doll.”
I sing him one of my favorite nursery rhymes. The one about Miss Polly. My eyes are closed, but I can hear his heavy breathing as it seems to cloud around me, possessing me. He’s so intense. I’ve never known anyone like this before. He’s different. Special. Mine.
My eyes blink open at that thought.
He’s watching me with soft eyes. The look on his face melts my heart.
“Do you believe in fate?” I ask, a sigh on my lips.
He nods, something akin to sorrow flitting briefly in his eyes. “Fate brought you back to me.”
“What do you mean?”
Shaking his head, he smiles. “Fate made us bump into each other at the bookstore.”
“Fate knows what she’s doing.” I yawn.
“Keep your fingers dirty for me, Doll,” he murmurs. “But I want you to go to sleep now. You need your rest.”
“Why?” I yawn again, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“Because I’m coming for you.”
I shiver and blink my eyes open. “You are?”
“I’m coming for you very soon. We’re going to be so good together. No running.”
The fierceness in his voice indicates something much darker than a simple date or one-night stand. But I read too much into everything. My mind has already conjured the idea that Master and his Doll are boyfriend and girlfriend. I’ve named our three future children. Already started signing his last name I don’t even know in my mind.
“I can’t wait,” I assure him. Whatever he wants, I’m down for it. Anything to have him stare at me with such possession flickering in his gaze.
“You won’t have to for long.”