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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
Disclaimer: I do not own the Halloween movie series, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The closer Michael got to the house the more aware he was of his killer side being silenced. Whereas before it had confused and slightly frightened him, now he accepted it. The fear came from his worry that he wouldn’t be able to kill people, that his sudden lack of will or ability to kill her would interfere with what he loved doing. But, each step away from her, from the house, only strengthened the killer inside of him till she was all but forgotten. Whatever was keeping him from killing her wasn’t keeping him from killing others. Outside and away from the house, from her, he was regular old Michael, the killer.
He decided to experiment, just in case. He was rather curious. After having sex, he couldn’t help but wonder if his sexual urges were strengthened now that he’d discovered the pleasures he received. He had purposefully found a young woman about her age who was more attractive than her: Tall, blonde, and a bomb ass body. The chase had been lackluster, much to his disappointment. Holding the young woman by her neck and examining her near-naked body had given him no desire to fuck her. He even moved to press himself against her, but nothing. The way she begged, the way she cried, the way she pleaded for her life it just added to her unattractiveness. He had cut her shirt, hoping that her naked breasts would do something. But if anything, his knife just sang far more loudly for her blood. He didn’t even bother to look at her pussy, there was no need. She just didn’t interest him. He easily appeased his killer instinct and stabbed her, delightfully watching as her life slowly left her eyes. She had been the only kill for the night. Not that he minded. And now, as the sun rose, he returned back to his home, back to her .
Was she waiting, ready to attack him? Most likely. It amused him, the thought of her preparing to fight him, yet again. He rather enjoyed her fighting spirit as she both fought him and herself. Did she figure out that they couldn’t kill each other? Oh, he figured it out. He couldn’t kill her, but she couldn’t kill him either. He clearly remembered the moment she could have. She wanted to, she had the chance, and yet she stopped just shy of piercing his heart. He should have figured it out then. But, his mind had clouded over with desire and interest.
He paused at the front door. Round two? The thought of having her underneath him again, whispering “Fuck” and caressing his chest excited him. And this time, he was going to see all of her. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him that she managed to keep a lot of her clothes on. There was no need for that. For the foreseeable future, she was his prisoner. His toy. And he was very interested in exploring every bit of her till she was no longer a mystery to solve. Maybe then he’d be able to kill her. But, killing her was no longer a priority.
A smirk crossed his lips. There was still a lot of fight left in her. He hadn’t tamed her yet, not that he wanted to. Their little cat and mouse game was quite fun, a great build-up to the sex.
Opening the front door, he readied himself for an attack. To his surprise and slight worry, there was none. He searched around, cautiously closing the door behind him. What was she up to?
Soft humming caught his attention, making him tilt his head to one side. If she planned on ambushing him she’d already given away her position. He made his way down the hallway till he reached the stairway. Looking to his left he spotted her on the ground. She had her back against the basement door, legs straightened out and planted on the wall on the other side.
She traced the floorboard with her fingers, head bent to one side away from him. She was wearing a completely new set of clothing, and that excited him. He wasn’t entirely sure why. Something new perhaps? He wasn’t a fan of the clothes she previously wore. Her brown hair hung loosely around her head, slightly tangled as if she hadn’t brushed it. And her skin, what little he could see, wasn’t nearly as pale as it had looked the night before, but more of a tan color.
Her position on the floor was rather curious. He glanced at the basement door. It was as if she was making sure that something didn’t escape. Which was odd as nothing was down there.
She slowly raised her head. The moment she spotted him she quickly got to her feet, dusting herself off. She didn’t move, but neither did he. Her gaze roamed his body briefly and he saw her take a deep breath before she focused on his still bloody knife.
Her eyes narrowed. “Just kill me already,” she demanded, storming up to him. He watched her curiously, enjoying the rage she felt. She didn’t get it. She didn’t understand. He couldn’t kill her. He had accepted that reality. If she didn’t know that meant he had the advantage, he was smarter than her. But, just because he couldn’t kill her, didn’t mean he couldn’t hurt her. He’d already proven that a few times.
His cock twitched slightly at the thought of cutting her. His mind brought him back to the first night he had her, to the second cut he’d made. It was small, but the little line of blood that trickled down her chest to her neck had been his undoing. He tilted his head slightly as he examined her body. She’d done a good job covering nearly every inch of her skin. She had received some light knife wounds the last couple days. He wanted to see them.
He grabbed her right hand and twisted it enough to see the side. The cut there was shallow and would not leave a scar once it was fully healed. It was the one she’d made when she took his knife for a second time, surprising him. But of course, she had the advantage as his mind was a jumbled mess of sudden emotions he didn’t know what to do. His thumb ran along the scabbed wound.
She instinctively pulled her arm back, but he strengthened his grip. He liked her little battle wound. Letting her hand go, he grabbed her left arm and started to push her sleeve up.
“Stop!” she demanded, pulling away. This time, he let her, enjoying her attempt to be stern as she stamped her foot down and clenched her fists. Despite her short stature, she held firm, glaring up at him without a hint of fear in her eyes, at least, for now. He raised his knife and she tensed. The sight of the blood still on it caught his attention. No, that wouldn’t do. He couldn’t mix her blood with that of the other woman. Lowering it he went into the kitchen, keenly aware she was following. She watched him clean the knife and dry it.
Her automatic flight senses seemed to kick in as he approached her rather menacingly, knife in hand. The palpable sense of fear filled the room, and yet, she kept a calm pace with each step back that she took till she hit the wall. Then, she waited for him. She didn’t try to escape or run away.
He paused, examining her. The long-sleeve dress she wore had many buttons going down the front, stopping just short of her knees. From there she wore tights to cover her legs. She had made sure that almost every inch of her skin was covered. Almost. There was something about seeing her collar bone peaking through that got him excited. A simple yet effective tease. Even the belt that she wore around her waist, teased her curvy figure underneath. Yes, he quite liked the way she was dressed now versus the night before. Those buttons screamed to be let open.
He placed one hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in while slowly and lightly dragging the knife down her face. He wasn’t cutting her, he didn’t want to. He liked her face, the thought of seeing a cut from his knife on it didn’t sit right with him for some reason. But, he did like to tease and watch her reaction.
Her hazel eyes stared back into his blue ones, searching. She seemed to be looking for some kind of answer. A realization seemed to hit her as the tension eased from her face. “You can’t, can you?”
He leaned back, feeling a little proud that she’d figured it out, as well as slightly disappointed that he didn’t have that advantage over her. But- He leaned in and lightly nicked her collarbone.
“Ouch,” she gasped, jumping at the contact. “Asshole!” She planted her hands on the collar of her dress to lower it and see the damage his knife had done. It wasn’t bad, barely visible. A tiny speck of blood seeped out. Returning her gaze up at him, he felt a sense of amusement at the fire in her eyes. “Okay, I get it. You can hurt me.”
Without warning, his head jerked to one side slightly, his masking going askew. She’d slapped him. “Asshole,” she muttered again, shaking her hand from her effort.
Aggression overtook him and he grabbed her offending hand, slamming it onto the wall before pressing his body closer to her and the knife to her throat as a threat.
Her fear was easy to see. “You hurt me, I hurt you, asshole,” she said in defiance.
She couldn’t see the amused smile that crossed his lips. He huffed and her muscles tightened in response as she made a fist with her trapped hand. She really didn’t like when he did that.
He continued to tease her, dragging the sharp blade along her skin. She craned her neck up and to one side, breasts rising slightly higher as her breathing deepened. She didn’t take her eyes off him though.
He paused by the nick he made, half tempted to lick her little wound. He wasn’t sure if it was fear that kept her from making any moves, his knife could easily pierce her skin, or something else. Reaching the first button on her dress, he slipped the tip of the blade underneath and cut the thread, releasing the button. It hit the floor with a sharp ping as it bounced away from them. Oh, he rather liked that sound, and the way her dress slowly opened up. Another slide, another cut of thread and a second button bounced on the floor.
Going for the third button, she brought her arm up and covered her chest. “Did you not get a good look at them last night?” she asked.
He raised his eyebrows in response. There was no way she thought it was a one and done thing. That he would just fuck her and let her go. That the two of them would live together in his house and he’d ignore her for the rest of her time there. He didn’t let anyone go. If they escaped him he’d eventually find them.
He couldn’t read her face, whatever she was thinking was a mystery for once. He refocused his attention on her dress. The buttons over her breasts just screamed to be released, straining against the fabric as her breathing deepened even more.
“No, no, no!” she said firmly, grabbing his wrist, surprising them both. “First, this is my favorite dress. Second, I don’t have a lot of clothes unless you wanna go to my apartment and bring some more of my stuff over here.” Her face flushed crimson at her words, but she did have a point. As much as he wanted to cut the clothes off of her, he wasn’t about to go searching for her apartment to get her more clothes.
But, if she wasn’t going to let him cut the buttons off then she’d have to take her dress off instead. He took a step back and lowered his knife, making her sigh with relief. Their eyes met and he nodded his head, tilting it in a way to indicate what he wanted. The frown on her face amused him. “Are you serious?” she asked, sounding appalled. “I will not willingly-”
He raised the knife and she let out a heavy breath in response. Either she takes off her dress or the knife does, his message was clear and she understood it. She turned her head away and grumbled. Her face was a beautiful shade of red from embarrassment when she fixed her gaze back on him.
He allowed her to take her time, watching with amusement the internal battle she fought between being embarrassed, shy, and annoyed. With another deep breath, she unhooked the next button. The way her dress slowly split open, revealing more and more of her excited him. He had no idea that such a little thing could bring so much joy. She stopped at the button just below her bra and above her belt, fixing a hard stare at him.
He gave her a look before deliberately lowering his eyes and nodding his head for her to continue. Her whole body tensed. She was going to run. Just as he prepared to chase after her she did something that surprised him. She relaxed, letting out a sigh. Looking away, she withdrew one arm from a sleeve then the other. Unhooking her bra, she took it off letting it drop to the ground.
His eyes focused on the long cut that was on her forearm. He took a step closer and lifted her arm to examine it more closely. So far, it was the longest and deepest cut he had made. Still pretty shallow and probably would only leave a faint scar. He ran his fingers along it. His mark.
Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Her nipples weren't as perky as he expected. But despite that, they were far more enticing and intoxicating to view than the female he’d killed earlier.
Trapping her wrists under one of his hands again he lifted her hands up over her head. She wasn't even fighting him, but he liked limiting her actions. His free hand ran down her chest. First pausing at the nick he made by her collarbone.
"Asshole," she muttered.
He suppressed his amusement and looked at her, she purposefully looked away. He continued on to the one in the middle of her chest. The one that started it all for him. That was officially his favorite one.
Fuck! He wanted to lift her up, have her legs wrap around him while he pressed his mouth between her breasts, stuff his cock in her and fuck the shit out of her. The marks he made on her were starting to drive him insane with hunger and need.
She let out a gasp as his cool hand touched one breast. He glanced up at her and smiled as she closed her eyes and her throat moved as she swallowed. Her breathing changed as it deepened, causing her breast to press a little bit more into his hand.
His desire hit him even harder. He really needed to fuck her. As much as he wanted to tease her, to play with her some more, to see her fight back her clear attraction, his cock strained to be in her again. His calm cold calculating mind was overwhelmed with lust and need. She yelped as he picked her up, managing to slip his hands under her dress to cup her ass tightly. He pushed her firmly onto the wall, then planted his lips between her breasts, sucking hard on that nick. That mark needed to stay there forever.
Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. A very loud groan rumbled through her chest. Her hands wrapped around his neck to support herself, but she still leaned back against the wall instead of towards him. He scraped his teeth along her skin, pressing his tongue down enjoying her salty taste.
Her own natural scent blended into the almost overpowering rubber mask. The temptation to take it off just to smell her nearly overwhelmed his own resolve. No one was supposed to see his face. And he wasn't going to break his own rule for her.
He shifted her weight onto one arm. The damn dress was still in the way. His fingers deftly undid her belt before she could stop him. The moment it hit the ground she stiffened.
"Wait, wait," she breathed, pushing against his shoulders.
No more waiting, he wanted to snap. Still, he had his own clothes on. In annoyance, he set her onto her feet and unzipped his coveralls.
The sound of her running up the stairs pissed him off. And he felt as if he’d lost part of his erection, annoying him even more. Tying the arms of his coveralls over his waist, he stormed towards the stairs. He wasn't in the mood to chase her now. Hitting the first step, he paused as she came bounding back down. Her breasts bounced carefree with each step. His saliva glistened between them. She held two things in her hand, a bottle and a condom.
She paused two steps above him. Her face turned a glorious shade of red yet again. She rubbed her fingers along the bottle. “A girl-” she paused fidgeting. “Look. You’re really big and I’m very tiny. Unless you want to traumatize me, all I ask is you let me use this.” She drummed her fingers along the bottle. Then she raised her right hand, showing the condom between two of her fingers. “I don’t suppose I could convince you to wear this?” He didn’t have to answer. She let out a sigh, tossing the condom behind her. “Whatever,” she mumbled. More words followed, but whatever she said it was impossible for him to make out.
“Let’s do this,” she said with a loud exaggerated sigh. Her pace down the stairs was slower, her eyes stared at the ground. He took a few steps back and she followed. Letting out a deep sigh, she finally moved her head up, her gaze stopping to stare at his bulge. She clicked her tongue as she opened her mouth to lick her lips. Their slick moistened look gave him an idea.
“Well?” she asked.
He reached out and rubbed his finger along her soft lips. Her pupils dilated. She knew what he wanted. The defiance in her eyes amused him, but it wouldn’t stop him from getting what he wanted. Tangling one hand in her hair, he started to push her down. For the briefest of moments, her muscles tensed to keep herself standing straight, but then she gave up. With a sigh, she sank to her knees.
He started to tilt her head to get her to look at him, but then stopped as she, without prompting, undid the sleeves he’d tied around his waist and lowered his coveralls. She glanced up at him for a moment, but her expression was something he was unfamiliar with. She lowered his boxers, releasing his semi-hard cock. He expected her to flinch or lean back to get away from him. She did move, tossing her hair back, she leaned down to grab the bottle of lube she’d brought down and squirted some onto her hands.
His cock had been semi-hard when she revealed it, but now, sitting on her knees, breasts out, he was already feeling the blood rush down. She brought her focus back to his cock then glanced up at him momentarily before readjusting her stance. She reached out, her fingers oddly graceful as she clenched them for a moment, then she lightly brushed them along his shaft, making him moan at the touch and close his eyes for a moment. He nearly choked as his whole body tensed the moment her warm hands firmly grasped him. He opened his eyes to look at her.
Her eyes kept traveling from his to what she was doing with her hands. She kept adjusting her grip and pace until his grunts got louder. His hand tightened around her hair. There was a skill with how she handled him. She’d done it before. The lube allowed her to slide with ease, much to his satisfaction.
Her mouth parted ever so slightly. He wanted to stuff his cock in there. Adjusting her kneeling position, she looked up at him again, mouth opened and then she swallowed his head.
He very nearly came right there and then, as her pink lips circled his shaft and her tongue pressed against his head. Her mouth was so warm and wet. His right hand reached out and he grasped her hair. Her hazel eyes sparkled and she lowered her head a little bit further to take more of him in. He couldn’t help but push his hips forward to see just how far he could go, but her hands on his shaft worked as an effective barrier.
Her eyes read Not today . A part of him demanded he show that he was in control and not her. If he wanted to go further in her mouth then he damn well would. But, she applied pressure by sucking her saliva back before opening her lips to release him. He had a feeling, if he forced things to go how he wanted, she would stop trying.
His heavy breathing nearly masked the sounds she was making with her mouth. His hands rose up and he pushed his mask up, just enough to release his mouth and nose. He had to lean his head back to get a better look at her. Damn. He’d told himself he would never take off his mask. Not for a single person. But, he wanted to be able to just watch her and hear her sounds without any interference.
Letting his cock go yet again, she glanced at him before purposefully licking his shaft, running her tongue up to his head and then swallowing him again. He clenched his hand tighter on her hair and she moaned. The feeling of the vibration around his cock made him swallow hard. His other hand grabbed her head. He was a patient man. But, he would eventually have her take more of him in her mouth.
Her eyes barely left his face, focusing intently on his lips. Fuck! He groaned. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t look at her anymore. His eyes closed as he focused on his end. Her hand bothered him as she used it as a barrier, keeping him from going too far. He pushed back the wonder of what it would feel like. For now, the way her pink lips wrapped around his shaft, the way she sucked in her saliva, the way her hands moved along him gripping him with the right amount of pressure and speed, and the way her hazel eyes looked up at him, was just too much new. There was plenty of time to explore more later.
Her other hand cupped his balls, fondling him and that was it. He tightened his grip on her hair and grunted as his balls contracted and he came in her mouth. She didn’t stop touching him, didn’t stop staring, didn’t stop rubbing his shaft with her hand or pressing her tongue against his head, until she seemed sure he was done. And then, she leaned back, met his eyes, and swallowed.
He froze and her eyes widened in surprise at her action. Neither of them had expected that.
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