Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
He’s putting Friend away when I notice he’s also brought the small chest I got him, and I pull up its lid, wondering if I should get it lined for him.
“No!” he yells and turns so abruptly the spider falls out of his hands and onto the wooden planks right below his fingers. Creep’s eyes are wide, but he still focuses on catching Friend, as I stare at the contents of the box in stunned silence.
First of all, the obvious, and biggest object. A pink dildo. My pink dildo. I was sure the toy had disappeared during my move, but it’s here, alongside a zip lock baggie filled with blond hair, a tiny one with what seems to be… eyelashes (?), some tissues that appear used, and two blood-stained Band-Aids.
My head is a desert, and I think precisely nothing, overcome by a cloud of confusion. “You… stole my sex toy?”
As soon as Creep locks the spider in its box, he slouches and covers his face with both hands. I guess it’s progress from him running away when faced with uncomfortable social situations.
The hell? Has he been taking stuff from my trash? And what did he collect them for? Were they purely for a sense of connection, or did he masturbate to them, or… something? But seeing his distress switches my shock to worry, and I place my hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Just tell me.”
Creep takes deep breaths through his hands, his long canines sticking out from under his lip. “I’m sorry, I just… It was inside you, and I just had the impulse to… take it.”
“So was your cock,” I say without thinking, though what he just said might be the weirdest explanation for stealing I’ve ever heard.
“I… took it when I didn’t know you’d be my boyfriend. But then what? Was I supposed to give it back? Leave it among your things as if I didn’t take it? All the options felt too weird. And then… I kinda liked looking at it. Thinking about you pleasuring yourself with it.”
I’m torn, because Creep collecting my eyelashes and stealing a dildo is well… creepy as fuck, but a part of me already knows his heart, so I can’t help finding that naughty, in an exciting way. As if he can’t stand being away from me and needs to have a piece of me with him at all times. Even if it’s a disgusting old Band-Aid.
And as those thoughts pass through my mind, I’m baffled when jealousy rises inside me like dense green fog. “Do you also keep other people’s things like this?”
He shakes his head. “When you agreed to be my boyfriend I threw all of it away. And they never really mattered that much, they were just little trophies. You? Not a piece of you belongs in the trash, so I… I… when I find these things, I save them.”
My brain knows I should be weirded out, but my heart? My ego? All it can feel is that I’m important to Creep, more so than anyone else before me, and I stroke his hair with a sweet ache in my chest. “Good. It would feel like cheating if you kept trophies of other men.”
He peeks out from behind his hands. “You’re not mad?”
I should be, shouldn’t I? Maybe I’m just a sucker who throws himself at red flags. Isn’t that how I kept ending up with shitty boyfriends? But when I see him hunched with fear that I might take away my affection, I simply can’t be angry. It doesn’t matter how much stronger and deadlier he is. I hold all the power. So I shake my head. “How about I make you a little trinket with my hair, so you can always have it on you?”
He exhales and leans in to kiss me on the lips. It’s so sweet I can’t even fault him for keeping this weird stash secret. Creep takes his time, giving my top lip gentle licks that make excitement pool between my legs. He smells so good too. Of my shampoo and fresh laundry.
“I would really like that,” he whispers against my mouth, hand sliding up my jaw. “Do you… want the toy back?”
He’s hilarious.
“Nah, keep it. We can choose a new one for my collection,” I say and wink, heating up in satisfaction when he bites his lip.
“Together?” The intensity in his eyes is so hot it could dry up the nearby lake and make my cock very, very wet with its own juices.
“Mhm. You could use it on me, or even watch me play with it,” I say and smile when the dark hair on his forearm rises at my touch.
Oh, he wants that.
“C-could I watch… through a window?” The flush growing on his face now that his hair doesn’t cover it is pink like fresh sunburn.