His Little Game

Chapter 1

SILVER

My eyes widened as I read the message again. "Send me the video of you cumming, doll," the message read. "I want to hear your moans."

My stomach flips into knots as I stare at the words.

Over this past week, I have received texts and videos from a guy I was supposed to have slept with last weekend, even though that night was a blur. I go to my usual hangout with my friends, Raven and Cherry. We always hit the club, eclipse.

Eclipse is a well-known hangout for being like me, who likes all things dark and leather. I'm what you call a goth. My outfits match my mood for the day, and so does my hair colour. Even though it is mainly black, I usually place some colour underneath, and this month's colour is blue.

The club was bouncing as usual, and I had too many cocktails. The bar hosts an all-year-round Halloween theme, where people can dress up like they want and drink cocktails that excite anyone's taste buds. There are loads to choose from, such as Skelton Key, Corpse Reviver, and the most famous one of all, Bloody Mary. I have tried the others, but Vampire's Kiss is my favorite. It's a berry-flavoured vodka martini, but it is the best, especially when they add a chunk of dry ice. It bubbles and boils with a constant stream of smoke. Yum!

Last weekend did not differ from my many weekends out, but I had more than my fair share as someone sent them to me. When the bartender pointed out who was sending them over. I smiled and thought nothing about it until I went to the restroom and found the man, as before, sporting a face-painted mask with green eyes. Far away, I didn't see his features, but in that restroom, he was handsome.

I'm never scared; I like spooky things, but this man was hot as sin and knew how to work with me. He pressed me against the sink as his hand went up my little leather skirt and slipped his finger into my wet core. His hand went to my throat, slightly pushing my head back till it rested on his shoulder.

The man worked his finger deep inside, making cum, but his hand never left my throat. As I cum around his fingers, he squeezes my neck more.

After the high of my orgasm, he slipped his pants to his thighs and bent me over the sink, and fucked me hard with his thick length till I came undone again. All the time we were there, my mind swirled with every possibility of him. I didn't know who he was, but it was frightening how sexy and fucked up it was to know I enjoyed it more.

His grunts when he came were primal, but the only word he slipped past those delicious lips—doll, just like the person asking for a video of me pleasuring myself.

It has to be the same man.

It has to be...

Glancing at my phone, I skimmed over the video I had made. I had a few already saved. I might be into the gothic ways, but I still had my standards. I have never sent anyone such things, but this man, if it is him. I wanted to have him again.

A ping came through from the same number.

"Well, doll," it read. "I'm waiting for it."

My finger hovered over the button momentarily, but I couldn't do it. I let the phone slip out of my hand and onto the bed. I glance up and close my eyes.

Coming here to college was something I have always dreamt of. I wanted to be a writer and even carry a notebook around everywhere I go, writing short stories that come to mind or even poetry. I never leave my dorm room without it and even take it to my lectures.

I'm in my third and final year of my writing degree. Since being here, I shared a room with Raven for the last two years, but there was a mix-up this year, and I got my room, which I love as I get my space. The only downside is that I'm with people who judge me because of my appearance. They were never subtle about it, either. Raven finished her degree last year, so she wasn't around much. We made it a mission to go to Eclipse every weekend, where I can drown my problems away with whatever cocktail is on special or my favourite.

I need advice, but who?—Raven.

Opening my eyes, I picked up the phone and swiped over her number. She answered on the second ring. "Silver," she said. "You okay? You don't normally—"

"He messaged again," I blurt, cutting her off.

"He did?" she squealed. "What does he want you to do this time?"

I stilled. Knowing this all began with what he sent me, and it went from there. I shook my head and explained to her what he wanted from me.

"Damn, kinky bastard, ain't he?" she said, slightly too pleased. "Have you—"

"I'm not telling you if I have or not," I said, which caused her to laugh. "You have. Send it. You love this type of thing. After last weekend's events in the restroom, do you think it's the same guy?"

I said nothing for a moment. Raven doesn't know about him calling me doll. Clearing my throat, I spoke quietly. "I think it is."

"Well, send it," she said. "You know, he might be closer than you think."

I huffed.

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"Silver, the man sends you photos of you from your class," she said. "He sends videos of himself but never reveals his face, which to me is hot as hell, especially with the body he got."

"Raven!" I squealed. "I showed you that video in confidence. I am not used to having a hot guy wanting me."

"Get used to it, pretty lady," she said, sounding cheery. "Whoever he is, he has his sights set on you, and you have to play the game to know who he is. He set it up..."

"I know," I said, placing her on speakerphone and going through his messages as she talked. "Look, send it, and see what happens. Maybe he will come with you to your dorm's Halloween party."

I rolled my eyes. "Fat chance of me going to that," I huffed. "I'm the weird one, remember?"

"Ignore all the haters, sweetpea," she said. "It's your last year, and you need to go out with a bang. This is your last year. Maybe a hot man who fucks you like a devil can be that. You never know. He might even be the one."

I said nothing.

"Shit," Raven blurts. "I have to go. I have a shift in an hour."

"Okay," I said and said goodbye.

Once Raven was gone, I sighed.

Glancing at the messages, the guy had been sending me, I wanted to do it. Hell, it was the first video he ever sent me; him stoking his thick thigh. The amount of times I cum watching it was no one's business.

The night at the bar ended with me being placed in a taxi and taken home by my friends. I woke up and told them what had happened. Cherry and Raven wanted all the gory details, and I gave them all I could remember. Every night, ever since, his eyes stare back at me when I close mine. His hand wraps around my neck as he growls 'doll' into my ear. It all happened Friday evening.

When Monday came around, I received a video message from him with his cock out, stating it missed my cum dripping all over it. But that was the first of many.

The messages came randomly, telling me he saw me and even sent a photo of me from somewhere around here. I know he goes to college; the photo was my first clue. Every day, he asked me questions to get me to guess who he was, and I got them wrong every time. Every wrong answer needed a punishment. There were five questions, and I just got the fourth one wrong. Hence the video.

"Fuck it," I muttered under my breath and press send. I watched the circle form on the video slowly as my heart lept in my chest until it stopped and showed it was sent.

I closed the messages and placed my phone on the side. This would be my own fault, but the man was something else. I might sound naïve, but this is a first for me. I needed to have fun, and what better way with a hot guy.