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Object of Obsession	By : Demona_Andariel Category: G through L > Halloween (All) > Halloween (All) Views: 1807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Would be nice.
Her words haunted him for some reason. Nice? Him? Who did she think she was talking to? He had to correct that. She wasn’t scared of him. She was making requests. She wasn’t allowed to do that. And he had caved in. Sure it was just one time, but still. He shouldn’t have gotten her that tea. She was smart, pushing at the invisible boundaries, testing his limits. She knew he couldn’t kill her, so now she was clearly trying to figure out how far she could go. What would he let her do. He wasn’t worried that she’d escape. His long legs could easily outpace her short ones.
Would be nice.
He was Michael fucking Myers! People feared him. He wasn’t nice.
Would be nice.
She shouldn’t have said anything. He hadn’t really given it much of a thought. Making sure she had food was about the only thing he really needed, now that he thought about it. She had her clothes from her bag, she didn’t need anything else.
When had he gotten soft? He should have just been focusing on his own enjoyment when it came to sex. He wasn’t nice. Why care that she was feeling good? Why care that she would achieve that orgasm that would cause her body to tense and tremble, her moans to get loud, and her pussy to clench on him. To see those eyes, hungrily looking back at him. Have her beg.
Please, I need to come.
He shook his head. Feed off her fear, of her pain. That’s what he did out there in the world. Feed off the fear of others and the pain they went through when he killed them. Why change the way he was when it came to sex? She was there, in his house, to please him, not for him to please her.
Michael looked down at his clean knife. He had spent the night just scaring people. Stalking them, searching for the right victims. He’d found a couple of people, but none of them were in the ideal situation for him. And her words haunted him all night long.
Would be nice.
Cut her, make her bleed. I’m not nice. That seemed like the best solution for him. His cock twitched as his memory brought the image of blood seeping out of the small knick he’d made between her breasts. She wasn’t going to have a good night tonight, or any other night for that matter.
Michael pushed himself forward and opened the front door, allowing the bright morning sky to peak into the dark house. He closed the door behind him, sealing away the sun once again.
She wasn’t nearby, much to his surprise. The house was empty, or at least, the front area was. He paused by the stairs, glancing over in the direction of the basement door. She wouldn’t be down there.
He slowly walked up the stairs. There were five rooms upstairs, one bathroom, his bedroom, and three other bedrooms, one she had claimed as her own. The three bedroom doors were open, minus his. He stilled, closing his eyes as a human came from the room at the end of the hall.
Gretchen came out of the bedroom at the end of the hall, carrying two boxes stacked on top of each other, humming to herself. The top box had a bunch of items, shielding a good portion of her view. That wasn’t her room. What was she doing in there? Was she moving? But, that room was the closest to his.
She walked into the other room she hadn’t claimed as her own. What was she doing? Taking up more of the house? Why?
He stopped next to the bedroom door she’d entered, inwardly fighting his curiosity to peek in and see what she was up to while also trying to convince himself he didn’t care.
“Fuck. Gods! Michael!” she yelled the moment she stepped out of the room. She placed her hand on her heart, shaking her head. “Could you, I don’t know, maybe slam the front door like you did yesterday so I know you’re around?”
Okay, maybe she was a little scared of him. She rubbed her hands on her shorts as she looked at him. Her tan skin was a little bit redder from the blood pumping through her from whatever she was doing. And she glistened with sweat. Her chest rose and lowered with deep breaths making her breasts heave as well. His eyes immediately noticed that one perky nipple. Their last couple fucks he hadn’t been facing her. That was for the best. The less he faced her the better.
His hand automatically reached out and he stroked her nipple over the fabric. Her breathing wavered for a moment. His eyes noticed her throat move as she swallowed. The sound of her mouth opening caused his cock to harden even more.
I’m not nice.
His hand went into her hair. Pressing his fingers against her scalp, he pulled her close so she was staring up into his eyes. She moaned as he tightened his grip. Her upturned plump lips made him clench his jaw. So kissable. She parted her lips as if expecting him to kiss her.
No! He quickly turned her around before his temptation got too much. He wasn’t nice. He had to stay firm on that. Yesterday was to show that she belonged to him. Today, he would show her that she was just his little fuck toy.
I’m not nice.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as Michael’s fingers gripped her scalp, pulling her closer to him. He was back, he was angry and she didn’t care.
She had spent all day thinking about it, coming to some sort of peace within herself. It was just about sex. All she had to do was remind herself of that. And she had been excited about sex. Naturally, it was because of Brandon, but that didn’t matter. He was dead. Why was she fighting Michael anymore? “Saving” herself for “the right moment” wasn’t really planned, just happened. Yes, it was supposed to be Brandon, but it ended up being Michael. And she couldn’t rewind time and change things
Not like you want to, the silly part of her that was attracted to Michael said.
Just sex. There were no feelings involved. Why was she trying to put her feelings into what was going on? His whole “mine” actually made sense. For whatever reason, he wanted to fuck her. But that was it. So, she’d come to a decision. Fuck him back until she was able to escape or be rescued. No point in resisting anymore.
Just sex.
Her heart sank a little bit at the thought again. The young woman inside of her, the one that dreamed of finding her soulmate and living happily ever after, felt disappointed. She wanted more than just sex.
You can’t have more. You can’t expect more, dumbass! He’d do his part to remind of her that.
His blue eyes stared down at her, eager, demanding, on fire with need. Her heart jumped. The way he had her head positioned was just right for a kiss. It had been a bit since she felt his lips on hers.
Something flickered in his eyes and he roughly turned her around. His hands were desperate again, grabbing at her clothes to strip them off her.
Good. Prove to me that you’re the brute I know you are. It’s just sex. But-
“Stop,” she said softly. If he heard her, he ignored her words, pulling off her shirt. “Stop!” she demanded, whirling around to face him. He was in the middle of tugging her shorts down. She hadn’t noticed. How she did it was a mystery, but her legs twisted in such a way that she lost her balance and fell back. His hands easily caught her and he held her for a moment, their eyes meeting. Was that concern?
His hands released her as he jerked back, allowing her to hit the hard floor with a thud. She yelped as a sharp pain shot up her butt. Shooting him a glare, she pulled her legs out of her shorts and stood back up, keeping one arm over her breasts, while rubbing her ass with the other. She hadn’t put on a bra that morning.
The annoyance that he let her go was replaced by nervousness. “Yesterday ended up being-” She paused, lowering her head slightly so she could scratch it without letting her breasts go. What are you doing? Just… just let him fuck you the way he wants to. It’s for our sanity. She let out a sigh and raised her head up again. “Alright, but let’s not make it a habit, please?”
He looked annoyed and reached for her face. His fingers dug into her scalp again and pulled her close. She dropped her arms to her side, gazing up at him, waiting for his reply. She could feel his hard-on press against her but didn’t take her eyes off his.
There seemed to be a silent inward battle as his eyes darted about. Why? She opened her mouth to ask the question but gasped when his other hand reached up and stroked her nipple. The coolness of the flat of his blade gave her chills as he pressed it against her skin so he could stroke her.
She let out a little grunt and half-closed her eyes. It felt nice. Maybe he’d suck on them, pinch them, tease them, use his teeth, just more. She wanted more. A sudden roughness surprised her, knocking her out of the arousal her brain was started to settle in.
His hand pressed against her chest as he pushed her back against the wall. Terror shivered down her body. The look he gave her was deadly and dangerous. He raised his blade up so that she could see. Clean, no blood. Was that why he was upset? He didn’t get to kill anyone so he was going to take it out on her? Classic. Was that what happened last night? Although, she could have sworn his knife was bloody.
He placed the blade on her skin, lightly running it down. She caught her breath, waiting for that moment, that quick peak of pain as he sliced into her. He paused by the small nick he’d made between her breasts. It was all but gone now.
His knife hovered over the spot and then he pressed it against her skin. The prick was almost painless. A small line of blood spilled out. Time stilled as she waited. He wasn’t going to kill her, but he could hurt her.
His breathing through his mask echoed in the hall. With a tilt of his head, he tossed his knife to one side and it landed with a clatter on the ground. He brought his hand up and unzipped his coveralls. She didn’t move as he took them off leaving him in his boxers with a very pronounced cock stretching the fabric.
She stared, unable to take her eyes off his cock for a moment as her heart decided to flutter and her core tingle. Look away. She clenched her jaw and forced her eyes up to stare at his chest. The dark hair there teased her, and her aroused brain begged to run her fingers through it, feel his skin. She clenched them into a fist to keep her hands to herself.
His hands roughly cupped her face, bringing her head up to look at him. She felt his thumb run along her lips almost a little too hard. He really wanted a blowjob.
She flashed him a glare for her own sanity. His eyes stayed the same: Determined, unmoving, no amusement.
Not gonna swallow your cum this time, asshole, she promised. She let out a dramatic sigh and tightened the scrunchie that was keeping her hair in a ponytail. An idea hit her as she readied herself to kneel.
“Wait,” she said, ducking under his arm. She felt his fingers brush her arm, but she ignored him getting to her room. She knelt down by her duffel bag and pulled out one of the lube bottles. She had packed three of them, each one a different taste for her own curiosity. She'd already opened one a couple of days ago when she gave Michael his first blowjob. It was a watermelon flavored one. She liked it, but the Piña Colada one called her name. The final one was peppermint flavored. She had been intrigued by the idea.
“I want to try one of these,” she said as she stood up, leaving the peppermint in the bag. “This one we used last time. I, uh.” She shrugged her shoulders
His eyes stared at the bottle then back at her.
“Want me to try this one?” she asked, holding up the unopened Piña Colada one. Stupid idiot. He doesn’t care.
He looked away for a moment then back at her. She wasn’t sure if that meant “you decide” or what. She dropped the other bottle back in her bag and walked over to him. If he didn’t want it then he was more than welcome to take it out of her hands and throw it across the room.
Her heart thumped rapidly again as she parked herself in front of him. The urge to touch his bare chest was strong. But this time it was mixed with the fascination of exploring his body. Her brain wanted to feel every inch of his being to get familiar with him.
Get a grip, Gretchen! Just suck his cock and get it over with.
She raised her gaze to meet his. Without looking away her hands ran down his stomach. His muscles rippled as he took in a shaky breath. She squirted some lube in her hands before reaching down to grasp his shaft. They both gasped. Him at the feeling, and her at his reaction. She stroked his cock, allowing her fingers to blindly explore him again. His eyes closed for a moment.
A smile crept across her face. Watching him struggle to remain in control was delightful. He was distracted. She could reach up and push his mask up to kiss him.
Focus!
She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth, taking him in. He moaned, his fingers easily dug into her hair. She hummed in response, her aroused brain taking over once again. He was quite hard. It wasn’t going to take long.
A silly question popped in her head. What did he taste like? His manly musk filled her nose and her aroused brain loved it. As much as she liked the lube and the taste, since she got the tasting ones, she partially regretted not tasting him first.
One day, she’d have to not use lube just to taste him. His cock pulsing under her hand and in her mouth. She rolled her tongue and he groaned, tightening his grip on her hair for a moment. It was easy to hear how aroused he was, his heavy breathing echoing even harder because of his mask. She was doing that. Giddiness bounced inside her body at the thought. It was rather silly, but she felt rather proud of herself.
He groaned and his hips jerked when she paid special attention to his head, running her tongue along and then around him, before swallowing him again. He rocked in her mouth, moving his hips back and forth.
She did it again, using her hand as a barrier so that his cock wouldn’t go too far in her mouth. He hadn’t earned the privilege. With a mischievous glance, she reached out and fondled his balls, just to see his reaction. To her disappointment, his mask was still very much on. If he was looking at her, she couldn’t quite tell. But his body and mouth told her what she wanted to know.
He groaned loudly, the muscles along his body stiffened and his head leaned back. Her pussy tingled, demanding a little bit of attention for what she was doing for him. Fuck. She wasn’t going to ignore herself this time. She couldn’t. She brought her eyes back up to watch him, releasing her hand that was fondling his balls to travel down her stomach. As subtly as possible, she slip her hand under her panties and rubbed her clit, humming to herself. She was far more aroused than she realized.
He grunted at the vibrations of her mouth. He was getting close, she could feel it. Gods, why was she turned on? Her own body was betraying her, responding to his arousal by getting wet. Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d finger her again. Tit for tat was it? But then again, he had come back angry again. No, his clear intent was his pleasure and his pleasure only.
She looked away to focus on getting him to finish, resigning herself to entertaining her own needs later in the night. He huffed then with a strong grip of her hair, he pulled her head back, causing her to slurp and let his cock leave her mouth with a loud pop. She looked up at him in confusion. He shook his head.
No?
He pulled her up to her feet and turned her around, making her face the wall. His hands slid her underwear down then slowly massaged her ass.
Not again. Getting banged against a wall was fine, but she hadn’t been in a relatively comfortable position since their first night.
“Michael,” she said, quickly turning to look at him. “There is a bed.”
His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t going to listen to her, why even bother saying anything?
He picked her up, causing her to yip in surprise. It was a short walk to the bed and he easily plopped her on it. She turned around to face him, crossing her legs for a moment to cover herself. Saliva pooled in her mouth and she swallowed it back. Catching his eyes, she very deliberately spread her legs as an open invitation for him.
His chest heaved as his eyes stared at her naked body. She in turn stared at his cock, biting her lip. It glistened from her saliva and lube. Fuck, she did want him.
He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of her, pushing the mattress down. She mewled as his cock brushed against her slit. Looking up at him, she gently placed her hands on his bare chest. He was so firm. So real.
To her surprise, he moved away, shaking his head. His hands grabbed her and he flipped her onto her stomach. She stared at the wall for a moment, letting him manipulate her body how he wanted. He moved her legs up so that she was on her knees. Okay, doggy-style it is, she mused. At least she was on the bed this time. He rubbed his hand down her back, forcing her head into the mattress so that her ass stuck up in the air. Her whole body quivered in anticipation.
There was something about the feeling of his hands, as they roamed every part of her, that felt right. She let out a moan when he massaged and then squeezed her ass. Her eyes widened slightly as her aroused brain took a step back for a moment. He could fuck her ass and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Gods, if he did that she would never forgive him.
Her body stiffened at the thought and she started to move to lay on her stomach instead. Not that that would stop him, but- Oh gods. He’d come back angry.
His hands gripped her thighs, forcing her to stay still. She closed her eyes, waiting for it. Waiting for that nasty surprise he probably had in store for her. Anal was not something she’d given much thought towards.
Something warm brushed against her vulva, making her jump at the contact. Was that? It was. She mewled as his warm tongue teased her clit. Fucking shit! She hadn’t expected that. Her legs were a little too close together. She moved one over and mewled again as he licked her.
He was doing it. He was actually licking her god damn pussy. She hadn’t expected that. One of his hands massaged one ass cheek while the other ran down her inner thigh. He moved his tongue around testing her responses.
She rolled her shoulders and clenched the bed sheets as she just focused on her breathing and the feeling of his tongue, shutting off her questioning rational brain. It didn’t matter why. He was doing it and she was enjoying it.
He didn’t focus on her clit, either on purpose or on accident. His tongue explored her, diving into her canal for a moment before pressing against her clit once again to make her moan. She couldn’t help but move her ass, trying to get his tongue to go where she wanted it to go.
She let out a whimper when he pulled back. Not enough. She needed more. She rose up and turned to look back at him, catching him as he readjusted his mask. That’s right. He was mad. Punish her for whatever stupid reason he was mad about by keeping her on the edge.
With his mask secure he was back on her.
She scooted back as he climbed onto the bed, causing it to dip with his weight. His eyes were hungry, and his cock was ready. He turned her back around to lay on her stomach. The wall wasn’t the thing she wanted to look at, but she waited as he moved over top of her and adjusted himself.
Nothing to it. Just sex.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him place his arms on either side of her, caging her in. The heat from his body drew closer till she felt his weight press against her back. Her breath caught in her lungs as the tip of his cock teased her entrance. She moaned. She moved her ass back and slightly up, making him huff.
I’m not going to ask for it, asshole. Completely ignoring the fact that technically she did. Her mouth opened slightly so she could breathe easier as she focused her attention on the wall ahead, clenching the sheets. His teeth scraped the skin on her shoulder and they both moaned. She wiggled her body under him in desperation as she whimpered.
Just fuck me!
“Ass- oh gods.” Her words were interrupted with a mewl as his cock rammed into her filling her up. He didn’t have any trouble sliding in, her pussy was incredibly wet.
Butterflies shot up to her core. A cry of pleasure almost slipped through her lips. She clamped her teeth down on her pillow to keep it at bay. Gods, he was filling her up, sending wave after wave of sparks of electricity to bundle up and collect in that part of her that would eventually explode with an overwhelming sensation of satisfaction.
He was going fast, maybe a little too fast, but she didn’t mind. The tightness in her belly wasn’t going away. It wasn’t getting her any closer to an orgasm though. Whether he was thinking about her or not, his movements amused her. He seemed to experiment with speed and force. His breathing was loud and heavy, amplified even more by his mask.
There it was. His breathing hit a pattern her mind was starting to recognize. He was close to cumming. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t quite there yet.
Pulling his cock almost completely out, she waited for him to slam back in. Only, he didn’t, moving at a steady pace. It sent chills through her body, making her mewl and tense her arms. She couldn’t help but partially raise herself up.
Oh shit.
He rested more of his weight on her to keep her pinned. His hot breath warmed the back of her ear and head.
She moaned. His left hand went under her body, pressing against her skin while he journeyed down until he felt her clit. The contact caused her to gasp and freeze. What was he doing? Wasn’t he mad?
Her body tingled as feelings of pleasure zapped up into her core, collecting inside of her for her impending release. She slowly rocked her body as best as she could with his weight holding her down and his fingers rubbing her clit. His hot breath continued to tease the back of her ear. While his breathing told her the story of how close he was. It was a mixture of a steady and unsteady rhythm, unhindered by his mask.
Her eyes widened. Unhindered- Again?
As if in perfect timing to her sudden realization that he wasn’t wearing his mask, his fingers left her clit to travel up to her hair and hold her head down while he picked up his pace. She curled her fingers on the sheets. Fuck, she was close.
Dammit! Fuck it.
There was no other way around it. She had to do it. She quickly moved her left hand under her to rub her clit. It didn’t take much pressure. Her orgasm exploded through her, seemingly driven even higher from his pounding. Somewhere, in the background, she heard him huff in amusement, but it was soon replaced by his quickening breath.
“Fuck,” she muttered at the strain as he tightened his grip on her hair just right. It felt good. His weight on her felt amazing and his cock. How hadn’t he cummed yet? It was a wonder that he didn’t blow his load the moment he entered her. She’d gotten him pretty close just using her mouth.
His fingers released her hair, but she didn’t try to look at him. Her brain was too focused on his cock working inside of her. It was perfect. It was right. Gods damn her.
He grunted and one of his hands dug into the mattress while the other grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and tilted it up. His lips crashed against her, demanding a needy kiss. She had no problems complying, eager to taste his lips again. His mask was partially raised so just that his mouth was revealed.
Fuck. His lips felt amazing. And she could taste a bit of herself on him. She parted her mouth as did he and her tongue slipped out, searching for his. She didn’t have to wait long. He was just as eager. It was an automatic response, her hand reached up and she pressed her palm against his cheek.
He was the one to break the kiss as he slammed into her one last hard time before she felt his warm cum release inside of her. Her brain perked up, and she clenched her pussy around him. Her sex-crazed brain shot approval down to her core. Her body liked it when he came inside of her. It wouldn't take much more to make her come again.
He let her go. Panting loudly, he placed his hands on either side of her and rested his forehead on the back of her head. She didn’t move, staring at the wall, listening to his attempt to catch his breath while she did the same. She wasn’t ready for them to be done. Her pussy tingled, ready for another orgasm.
Realization hit her hard. She didn’t want the sex to end yet. She wanted something. Something she couldn’t ask from him.
Why not? It’s just sex.
Taking in a deep breath, she steeled her body and swallowed hard. She was going to ask him. She wanted an all-night marathon. Just him and her, exploring each other, fucking, sucking, licking, kissing, cuddling, or whatever. Her sex-ready mind made her giddy. He would need a little bit of time to get it up, but he licked her pussy. Maybe he’d do it again. Or finger her, or they could-
He was gone, his weight, his heat, his presence.
She frowned and slowly turned. He had his back to her while he finished repositioning his mask back on his head, yet again. He didn’t look at her as he slipped on his boxes.
But-
Her body was still wound up, tingling, wanting just one more last release at the very least. He finally turned, examining her on the bed. Cold, calculating. Judging? That was right. He was mad for some reason.
She grabbed the sheet to cover herself, frowning. With a jerk of his head, he stalked out of her room. She stared after him, flattening her body onto the bed as her eyes stayed focused on the door. He wasn’t coming back.
Did you really expect more? she asked her silly brain.
-He’s never going to give you what you crave.- The thought echoed in her mind.
It’s just sex. Remember that. On his terms, not yours. If he wants a marathon and you don’t, too bad.
She rubbed her eyes with her hands. Crying? Really, Gretch? she asked herself in frustration, fighting back the tears that suddenly welled up. Her stupid brain had to get on board, had to be active, had to decide it was ready for more sex with a killer.
She swallowed back her cry of frustration as she sat up. This. This is why. He’s a killer. He doesn’t care. You know this. It’s just about his pleasure.
But the problem was, he was confusing her mind. He was acting like a lover, feeling her, licking her, acting as enthusiastic being in her as he was about touching her when the mood hit him. And yet, the moment he was done, he was done.
Her heart thumped hard against her chest. Placing her hand on her forehead, she laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. Get yourself together, Gretchen. He’s using you for sex. You know this. Don’t expect more.
Her throat hurt as she squished her feelings down. Just sex, remember. Just sex. She really wished he’d stayed.
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