Chloe After Dark

Chapter 16

Chloe left her mother's house just after seven thirty, feeling much better. Dinner had been a success, and the pie was amazing. She didn't take any of it back with her but wished she could have. Carrying food on the train didn't seem practical, and she had to hurry to catch it if she didn't want to wait another two hours for the last service of the day. Hurrying along, she arrived just a few minutes before departure and flopped in a seat, catching her breath from the brisk walk. She played on her phone while waiting to depart, noting there weren't that many people sharing the carriage with her on this early evening service. Daniel had always driven, so it had been a long time since she'd visited her mother on the train. I expect everyone's doing something with their Saturday night and won't be traveling back until later.
​The train left shortly afterward, and she settled down for the journey home. The familiar view outside the window was soothing, and she felt her eyes beginning to close. Time passed and she woke up with a start, glancing at her phone in panic, but she hadn't been asleep for long and had not missed her stop. Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned as darkness began to settle over the countryside. She turned and looked around, noting a few new faces since she'd boarded. The train hadn't stopped at another station yet, but people could move between the carriages, so it didn't surprise her. Her gaze fell on a man near the back, and she forced herself to remain nonchalant, even though her heart had started racing and panic threatened to overwhelm her. He was wearing a black trench coat and seemed to be looking in her direction. Chloe didn't make eye contact. Instead, she turned in her seat and immediately texted Caspar. I'm on the train coming back from my mom's house. I think the guy might be on the train with me!
Caspar replied within a few moments. Which train? What's the next stop?
Chloe sighed and dug in her bag, getting out the train timetable. She texted back that it was the Etobicoke North train and roughly where they were. I plan on getting off in about seven stops.
​Don't get off at your regular place. I'm on my way to Kipling Go Station, that's the fifth stop ahead. I'll meet you on the platform, so keep your eye out for me. Do not go anywhere alone, either on or off the train. This is important.
​Chloe read the message, feeling so terrified she had to fight back tears. If Theo was sitting behind her, then she was far too close to a man who had made it quite clear he had horrible plans for her. Furthermore, it would mean he knew where her mother lived, and he might even have been watching her while she was visiting. He could have followed her from the city, which also meant he probably knew where she lived. As she started piecing together every terrifying prospect, she began to tremble. A woman nearby leaned over and whispered, "Are you okay?"
Chloe nodded. "Just got some bad news, that's all."
​"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
​Chloe didn't know why she hadn't told her the truth. She could've asked for help, even stood up and accused the guy of stalking her. There were too many people around them for him to hurt her-though even that wasn't necessarily true. He could've killed her if he had a weapon, and while he might go to jail, she'd be dead. How did I jump to that conclusion? Jesus Christ, I'm letting this get out of hand! I need to change my thinking. If this is him, we have to call the police and get him locked up. I'm sick to death of being afraid!
​The stops ticked by, and more people left the train than got on. She worried she might be alone with her stalker before meeting up with Caspar. What would happen then? Did he intend to kidnap her from the train? What would he do with her? He'd have to plan it well if he wanted to get a car into position, and if he grabbed her, she'd be screaming her head off. Maybe he's just trying to intimidate me. I can't let him. I need to remain calm and not show any fear. The train slowed toward Kipling Go Station and Chloe held her breath, looking for Caspar on the platform. At first, she didn't see him, and her head swiveled like an owl's, hunting desperately for any sign of his muscular form. Then she saw him, standing right at the edge and looking for her anxiously. Relief washed over her and she grabbed her bag and rushed off the train, straight to him. Before he could even speak, she threw her arms around him and held him tight. He patted her back, whispering in her ear, but she couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her heart.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get you out of here."
​Chloe glanced back over her shoulder to see if the man was still on the train, but his seat was empty. He'd moved on. Whether he'd left the train or gone into a different carriage, she had no idea, but regardless, he was no longer there. Had she imagined the whole thing? Was she losing her mind? She'd only just woken up when she caught sight of him. Something told her she did not invent the figure back there. Her stalker had been on the train, and he'd looked directly at her. Unfortunately, she could not describe him. Fear had dominated her senses, and she felt like kicking herself for not being able to identify him physically beyond the stupid coat and light frame.
​Caspar didn't ask her any questions as they drove toward her apartment, taking a longer route. She leaned against the window and tried to calm down. It didn't happen immediately, but the longer she spent in the detective's presence, the better she felt. Maybe she'd at least be able to stop trembling soon. She reached over and held his hand, finding comfort in the contact. One way or another, she'd be okay. Even if it took all night, she intended to recover. That bastard would never win. Not now...not ever.

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Caspar parked the car and led the way up to Chloe's apartment, taking her keys from her to open the door. He stepped in first and turned on the lights, once again carefully checking the various rooms. Chloe sat on the couch as she waited, staring at her hands. She didn't want to be alone. Even if he didn't find anyone, she had no desire to spend the entire night there in the large apartment all by herself. Part of her wondered what might have happened if she'd stayed over at her mother's. Would the creep have caused trouble there? Was there a chance he would've broken in? God, he might still try to involve Mom! Should I warn her? Caspar returned and sat beside her, remaining quiet. Chloe finally turned to him and offered a thin, nervous smile. "Should I call my mom and tell her?"
"It's pretty late, and if that was him, we know he followed you away from there. Maybe we should let her know in the morning, but it's okay for now. I've just texted one of my colleagues, and he's going to monitor the CCTV surveillance in the area and make sure everything's all right over there. She'll be safe. I promise."
​"Thank you." Chloe leaned back and sighed. "I can't believe this is happening to me!"
​"I'm sorry. I'll redouble my efforts. There must be something we're missing, but I'll find him. In the next couple of days, no matter what I have to do...I'll find him."
​"I'm not blaming you...I just want this to be over."
​"I understand completely. Believe me, I'm frustrated too."
​Chloe turned to him, edging closer. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees while he stared off into space. She nudged him, and when he turned, their eyes met. He finally managed a smile, reaching over to touch her cheek.
​"You're striking, you know that?" Caspar lowered his voice. "You're often on my mind."
​"You're on mine too," Chloe gushed. "All the time."
​"I'm glad to hear you say that." Caspar pressed close, draping his arm over the back of the couch. Their lips nearly met, and Chloe felt his breath against her, tickling. She half-closed her eyes, drawing breath through her nose, taking in his natural, earthy scent mixed with a pleasant cologne. "What are we doing?"
​"I don't want to be alone tonight, Caspar," Chloe replied. "I want you with me."
​"That's probably not a good idea..."
​"Why not?"
​"You're a client."
​"The radio station's paying you, not me."
​"I don't want to...to cause trouble. Drama." Caspar ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm being paid to protect you. Not take advantage of you."
​"We'll be fine, Caspar; there's nothing to worry about. Why deny ourselves something we both want?" Chloe stood, impulsively straddling his lap. She peered deeply into his eyes, putting her hands on either side of him on the back of the couch. He drew a deep breath, staring up at her with a shocked expression. "I'm tired of being meek and constantly worried. I'm tired of not doing what I want to."
​"Really?" Caspar rested his hands on her hips. "What is it you want to do, then?"
​"Are we being perfectly honest right now?"
​Caspar nodded.
​"I want to spend the night with you. I want you to kiss me so passionately, it leaves me out of breath. I want those strong hands of yours to explore my body, just as mine explore yours. I want you to make love to me, Caspar, and I want to feel you tense up as your body explodes with pleasure. I want to be the reason for your passion... and I think you want the exact same thing." Chloe peered into his eyes, practically daring him to refute her comments. She felt his erection through his trousers and pressed her warmth against him, making him gasp. His grip tightened on her hips, and he shivered. Some conflict played in his eyes for a brief moment, and then he let it go.
​Caspar pressed his lips against hers, beginning a passionate kiss. Their tongues met as Chloe tried to consume him, allowing all of her excitement and lust to take over. He pulled at her blouse, causing it to rip as he got it over her head. They panted while they were apart, and she undid her bra, tossing it behind her. The buttons on his shirt frustrated her, but Caspar helped, yanking twice. A couple of them popped off, tapping on the table before getting lost on the floor, as he slipped his arms from the sleeves and pulled off his undershirt. She pressed her hands against his bare chest, flexing her fingers and digging her claws into his skin, drawing a desperate moan from him. He put his hands under her ass and stood, lifting her easily and carrying her to the bedroom. Having checked the place for intruders, he knew it well enough to find his way around without looking. Chloe clung to him, kissing his neck and biting along the way. Every step he took, he tensed more, his body rigid by the time they arrived at the bed.
​Caspar put her down and stepped away, kicking off his shoes and taking off his slacks. Chloe followed suit, but before she could take care of her panties, he dropped to his knees and pulled them aside. She parted her legs for him, resting on her elbows as he caressed her clit with his tongue. Chloe groaned and arched her back. She began to writhe, so lost in the pangs of pleasure, she forgot what he was doing. Something ripped, and her panties were gone. A moment later, Caspar's finger entered her body, sliding in and out while he made circles with his tongue. Every nerve ending in her body burst in ecstasy, and she gripped the bedding tightly before crying out. The orgasm rushed through her like a narcotic, numbing her brain until she couldn't think of anything but the intense waves coming from Caspar's attention.
​"Uh-huh...again...harder...come on, don't stop-oh-oh-YES."
​He slowed, matching her body's rhythm. Aftershocks danced along her limbs, making her twitch. Caspar crawled up and pressed down on her, his wet lips meeting hers. She could taste herself on him, the subtle coppery flavor of her cum. Chloe tapped his shoulder and he moved away, peering at her with confusion.
"Lie on your back." Her voice was barely more than a whisper. "Come on."
He complied, and she noted he'd cast off the rest of his clothes. His cock stood stiffly at attention, at least seven inches long and a little thicker than Daniel's. Groomed pubic hair crowned the shaft. She teased her way down his chest and over his toned stomach before gripping his penis. He sucked air through his teeth but only squirmed a little. Lowering herself toward him, she inhaled his masculine, musky scent. The same cologne from their previous encounter gave her a thrill, and as she caressed the tip of his cock with her lips, he moaned with desire. Teasing him, she began to lick gently upward, and as she reached the highest point, she took him in her mouth. Caspar let out a long moan as she began to suck, pushing down until he touched the back of her throat. Fantasies from the show came back to her mind, ideas she'd been given by callers. I can do this. I've never done anything as intense as this before, but I can do it! Relaxing, she pulled back and pressed down again, prepared to go as deep as she could. Caspar hit the bed with the flat of his hands as his penis twitched inside her mouth. He started squirming, quick breaths leaving him as he seemed to be fighting hard to remain calm. She felt him get warmer in her mouth and she slowed down, drawing back and looking up at him. "We don't want to end things like this, do we?" she whispered, her fingers teasing his wet cock.
​"I want you." Caspar spoke firmly, eyes full of determination. "Now! I need you right now."
​"Okay, baby." Chloe reached between her legs and touched herself, noting just how wet she'd become. She rolled over onto her onto her back and looked up into his eyes as he positioned himself to plunge into her. They were both ready to go, and he slid in slowly, but even so, the girth shocked her at first. Even as aroused as she was, the first few moments hurt. She adjusted, forcing herself to relax as he pulled back and pushed in again. Chloe accepted him all the way this time, and she gripped his back, crying out loudly. Having a man deep inside her like this made her forget everything, and she moaned like she'd never had sex before. Her sounds, the tiny twitches, and the squirming drove Caspar on, and he began a steady and heavy rhythm, pounding her hard.
​The passion mounted between them. Chloe clawed at him, and he seemed to grow inside her, his cock swelling with his mounting orgasm. A knot formed in her loins, a tension that craved release. Every time he pushed all the way in, it grew stronger, until she screamed in the grip of another orgasm, and the contracting of her muscles gripped him tightly. Caspar lost his mind, grunting like a desperate animal. His cock felt as if it were splitting her in half as he came, again and again, plunging hard into her every time. It felt as though it would never end, and her own aftershocks were made all the more intense as a result. What must've been thirty seconds felt like an hour, and when it ended, time returned to normal.
​He kissed her, a passionate and intense affair that ended a moment later as they both caught their breath. Caspar rolled off and onto his back, resting his forearm on his head. Chloe cuddled up to him, holding him tightly. They stayed like that until their breathing became normal again.
​"You were incredible," Chloe said. "Absolutely amazing."
​"Thank you," Caspar replied. He kissed her forehead. "I haven't lost my mind like that in a very long time. You're an intense woman. How much of that came from your time on the show?"
​"Most of it." Chloe laughed, teasing his nipple. "Trying to take you in so deep when I went down on you...that was someone's fantasy."
​"Yeah? What did they ask for?"
​"A guy wanted his kid's teacher to give him a serious blow job. He was pretty graphic with the details."
​Caspar chuckled. "I must have missed that show. I hope she wasn't new to the job."
​"No, he liked the idea of a clever woman giving it to him." Chloe tilted her head to look up at him. "You'd be surprised how many men want their fantasy lady to be intellectual. I think they like the classy attire."
​"Maybe they're just desperate for someone who knows what they're doing. Or perhaps they're not entirely confident in their own abilities."
​"That...is very likely." Chloe drew a deep breath and got out of bed. "Would you like a bottle of water?"
​"I would love one." Caspar sighed contentedly. "Are you sure you want me to stay?"
​"After that, I can't believe you'd want to go," Chloe replied. She padded into the kitchen and took a couple of bottles from the fridge. When she came back, she flopped on the bed beside him and rested the cold bottle on his shoulder. He jumped and laughed, taking it from her.
​"Jesus, girl! You're out of control. That's cold!"
​"Oh, come on. A big, strong man like you isn't afraid of a little cold water." Chloe took a long drink. "Come on, drink up, Caspar. I'm sure, after our little adventure, you must be pretty thirsty."
​"You know what? You're absolutely right."
Caspar opened the bottle and downed the water in one go.
"So, are you ready for another round of tantalizing lovemaking?"
​Chloe touched herself, noting she was still wet. "I definitely think so. Are you?"
​Caspar drew her close and they kissed passionately, setting off another round of lovemaking. Chloe felt his fingers enter her, and the last thought that crossed her mind before he started teasing her clit again made her smile. I'm going to be very tired tomorrow...and I really don't care.