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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/ww0b7j/ghostface_erotica_part_1/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/wwvzsf/ghostface_erotica_part_2/)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/user/westgreenexo/comments/x3foif/ghostface_erotica_part_3/)
*Caitlyn*
With a frown, I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, ignoring my ringing cell phone as I continued to stare out the window. This would be the fourth time today Aimee had called, and I still wasn’t ready to talk to her.
I didn’t know how to explain this.
I didn’t want to explain this.
Ghostface was my secret—a dirty secret, but my secret, nonetheless. If I let people know about him, then I’d be watched, and he’d stop coming around.
And fuck, the mere thought of that caused so much pain…
It seemed ridiculous, I know, because I didn’t even know his fucking name. And the only real part of his body I’d seen was his cock.
Christ, I needed help.
My phone rang again. I muttered a curse and turned away from the window to grab it off my coffee table. A blocked number appeared. I huffed. “Aimee, if I didn’t answer the first—” I started, but I was cut off.
“Not Aimee, Caitlyn.”
I sank onto the couch, a smile pulling at my lips, my bad mood instantly disappearing. I hadn’t seen him in a week, though he was still on the news. Well, rather, what he was doing was on the news. But since no one knew who he was, he wasn’t.
“I miss you,” I blurted.
A husky chuckle met my ears. “My little slut doesn’t like waiting on me?” he asked.
I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together. God, I wanted him so badly, but I really did miss him—not just what he could do to my body.
“I can wait,” I promised, wanting to please him. “I’m a good girl.”
He hummed. “You are. So, so fucking good.”
I was smiling so wide, my cheeks hurt. But then the power suddenly went out, and I squeaked, my heart pounding in my chest. He hadn’t cut the power last time he came to me. What was he planning?
“I want to play a game, Caitlyn.” My breath hitched in my throat. “You do everything as I say without complaint or hesitation, and I’ll reward you with my face,” he promised.
I eagerly nodded my head. I knew he could see me wherever he was, even if I couldn’t hear him. And no doubt, he had cameras I couldn’t find. Trust me, I’d looked the morning after he left last time.
“I’ll play,” I eagerly responded.
“Good girl.” He was quiet for a moment, and I waited with bated breath for what I would have to do. “Meet me behind your apartment complex,” he ordered, “at the edge of the woods.” I looked toward my window where I could see the trees, my heart hammering in my chest. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”
I rushed out of my apartment and down the stairs. My feet were bare, and I was only wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a crop top with no bra, but I didn’t care.
He said I had thirty seconds, and I wanted to please him. I wanted to be his good little slut.
Except, when I got to the edge of the woods, he was nowhere to be found. I frowned.
“Ghostface?” I softly called out.
A cold mask met the skin of my neck. I jumped in surprise, my skin tingling where his mask brushed me. “Run,” he growled.
I squeaked and took off running into the woods, sticks and other debris digging into my feet, making them bleed. Limbs cut into my skin, and briars tore into my legs. But I kept running all while the sting of my injuries made tears rush to my eyes.
But I was so fucking turned on, I could barely think. What if I tripped? Would I no longer be his good girl? Or would he ravish my cunt right here in these woods with nothing but mother nature to witness us in our raw, primal act?
I looked behind me but didn’t see him anywhere. When I looked back around, I crashed right into him, and he wrapped his arms around me, breaking my fall. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my breathing was labored, my lungs screaming for air.
He rolled us over so I was on my back and pinned my arms above my head with one hand clamped around both my wrists. “Such a good girl,” he praised, making my body tingle for him.
“I like pleasing you,” I blurted.
A husky laugh met my ears. “You did well, little slut.”
I whimpered, and then, he did the last thing I expected, at least so soon.
I watched, my eyes wide, as he reached up and gripped the bottom of his mask. He pulled it over his head.
My breath left me on a whoosh of air, my mouth running dry.
Vance Tyler.
He had been the weird kid in high school with glasses too big for his face and freckles scattered across his cheeks. His hair had been red, whereas now, it was black.
But I knew it was him because of that scar that ran down his cheek, cutting through some of those freckles.
“Vance,” I breathed.
He cocked his head to the side. “Surprised you remember me. Always thought you were too stuffed full of cock to notice anything else.”
I shrugged, not offended by his words. What I did back then to deal with the trauma being inflicted upon me at home was no one else’s business but my own.
“I always thought you were . . . sweet,” I explained.
He snorted, looking unamused by my answer. My cheeks burned.
Had I upset him?
“And now?”
I spread my legs, moaning when I felt his hard cock press against where I wanted him the most.
“Now, you’re a dream come true, though the serial killer thing surprises me,” I confessed, wanting to be honest with him. I had a feeling that even if my answer pissed him off, he would rather my honesty over lies.
And I had a feeling if he ever caught me in a lie, the punishment would be severe.
He hummed and slid his free hand into my tiny shorts, easily finding my slit. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. “I believe I promised you a reward if you played my game.”
I moaned, my legs spreading even further apart for him as he slid two fingers inside my soaked pussy. The heel of his hand rubbed my clit with every stroke inward. I gasped, my body trembling, my eyes locked on his face.
I didn’t want to look away from him. Never.
“You’re moving in with me.”
I nodded, not even giving a shit that he was taking over my life. “Please don’t leave me alone again,” I begged. I didn’t give a shit what he did with his life. I just wanted to be his. I wanted every part of me—every orgasm, every breath, every beat of my heart—to belong solely to him.
I’d follow this man into the depths of Hell. I already knew that.
“Come for me, little slut,” he growled.
I cried out, my back arching as I came on his fingers. He pulled his hand out of my shorts and then pulled them off, my shirt going next. I whined low in my throat when he pulled his mask back on, but then, he pulled his costume over his head, revealing tight abs, a broad chest, and even broader shoulders that turned into stocky, well-built arms.
Fuck. Me.
I watched as he unbuckled his belt to his cargo pants and slid his zipper down. I reached for him as he moved over me, eager to feel his skin against mine. “I’m going to fuck you with this mask on until you’re pregnant, Caitlyn,” he promised, sliding deep inside of me. I gasped, my head rolling back on the ground, my chest arching up to meet his. I whispered his name when my hard nipples brushed his chest. “That’s your body’s punishment until it gives me what I want.”
“Why—” I loudly moaned when he began driving up into me, my tits jiggling with every thrust, “why do you want me knocked up so badly?”
“I need you trapped,” he bluntly told me, pulling my leg up to go deeper. I dug my nails into his back, not the least bit alarmed by his answer. I wanted this psychotic man to trap me. “I need you to completely belong to me, and if you fight me on it, I start dropping bodies of those you hold dear,” he promised.
I’d never fight him on this because I needed to be his. It was like he was a part of me.
I grabbed his mask, forcing him to look down at me through the dark holes. “Fuck me. Claim me.” I whimpered when his thrusts grew more forceful. “Breed me,” I breathed.
He growled and leaned up on his knees before hammering into me like his life depended on it.
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