EroticReverie

Cecelia 

I let Millie talk me into actually calling Ryker when I get out of work. Why, dear god why, did it turn me on to have him talk to me like that? Apparently Im not as much of a feminist as I thought, because the way he commanded me, the way he spoke to me as if he controlled me...god, it was so hot. Maybe it was the confidence of him, or no, that was definitely cockiness, the smug tone of voice and look on his face when he told me to call him, told that he made my list of phone numbers his business. Jesus christ. What is wrong with me? That should NOT turn me on. 

"Be safe!" Millie calls to me over her shoulder as she walks to her car and I give a wave as I pull out my cell phone. As I'm about to open my phone to call Ryker, his name is already on my screen, calling me. My brows pinch and I swipe the phone to answer and lift it to my ear. 

"Hel-"

"Are you ready to have some fun Cecelia?" he cuts me off, his voice dark and making my nipples push against the soft white cotton of my tank top. 

"I..was just about to call you." I say.

"Mm." He hums. "Good girl." 

I swallow, my nipples getting even harder and goosebumps cover my arm as I stand there trying to ignore the way that simple phrase melts me down to the core. 

"Maybe I'm a bad girl, how would you know?" I say, as I shift on my feet, standing in the nearly empty lot outside of Riptide in my tight white tank, and short jean shorts and white sneakers, having already changed out of the swimsuit uniform we'd all worn for tonight at work. 

A dark chuckle comes through the line that sends another wave of goosebumps to my skin. 

"Are you? A bad girl Cecelia?" Ryker asks with something like a groan and I lick my lips.

"Sometimes." I reply after a few seconds of trying to calm myself. 

"I'd like to see you be bad Cecelia...and I'd like to punish you for it afterward." he says. 

"Punish me? What makes you think I'd let you?" I ask with a huff, trying to bring myself out of this little spell this man has me under. 

Another dark chuckle.

"Because Cecelia...I'll do what I want to you...and you'll love every second of it." Ryker says and I bite my lip and press my thighs together.

"You're pretty sure of yourself." I say nearly breathless, my voice betraying me. 

"Is your cunt aching Cecelia?" he groans into the phone. 

I blink several times. 

"Jesus." I breathe. "Do you think talking to me like that is going to-"

"I asked you a question Cecelia, and I expect you to answer it. Is your cunt aching in those tiny little shorts?" he asks and I spin, looking around. 

"Where ...what...okay you're being a bit much, thanks for the phone call, I think I'm just gonna go home and-"

"Don't you dare hang up the phone Cecelia." he warns.

I swallow as I walk to my car and reach for the handle.

"Do not...get in that car Cecelia." he says and my breath shakes as I turn my head, looking at the leftover cars in the lot, all empty, looking around the lot for a hint of where he might be.

"Where are you?" I ask. 

"Is your cunt aching?" he asks a third time and I breathe out.

I should tell this man to go fuck himself, get in my car and drive home and block his number.

"yes" I answer. What the hell Cecelia?!

"Am I the one making it ache Cecelia?" he groans. 

"yes" I answer. Oh jesus, this is how girls end up on the fucking news. Playing games with crazy men, just because they're the size of a fucking tree, with sharp jaws and pretty blue eyes, and covered in tattoos. 

"Am I the reason those hot little nipples are nearly breaking through your shirt?" He asks. 

I turn in a circle, looking around , not able to make out a single person, seeing other people walking, but none his size. 

"Where the hell are you?" I ask.

"I ask the questions Cecelia. Now answer my question like a good girl." he  demands.

"You're crazy." I exhale. 

"I've been called worse. Now tell me, are those nipples hard for m-"

"Yes!" I hiss. "Yes okay!? Where are you?!"

There's silence on the line and my heart is racing.

"Ryker?" I ask my voice shaking. 

"Mmmmm" he hums. "I can't wait to hear you scream my name Cecelia." he groans. 

"This is so messed up" I say barely audible.

"Come to the Fun House...down the boardwalk. Charlie's Carnival." he says.

"You're not there....if you can see me, you're not there, just tell me where you-"

The phone goes silent. 

"Son of a -" I scowl at my phone, looking at the screen go back to the main page.

I call him right back. No answer. 

I call him again. 

Then I get a text. 

"If you're not there in ten minutes Cecelia." a text pops up. 

"then what?" I reply.

"Then I'll punish you, for not following orders." he replies.

"Not if I go home." I type.

"I'd find you Cecelia. Trust me." he types and I scoff.

"See you in ten minutes or less Cecelia. Do not make me come find you." 

I heave a breath. Get in your car Cecelia. Get in your fucking car. 

Son of a bitch , I internally hiss at myself as my feet carry away from my car, and towards the boardwalk. Shit, shit , shit. 

I walk past drunk couples and groups of locals and tourists as I look all the way down the board walk to the giant clown sign that's always creeped me out for Charlie's Carnival, a giant "fun house" , which I've only been in once, and it was creepy as fuck. At least I didnt have to worry about him wanting to go inside it, because it was closed hours ago. 

The closer I get, the more my mind tells me to run. Yet my feet keep carrying me forward, curiosity, and intrigue getting the best of me. 

I shiver at the giant clown faces, painted on the glass windows of the front of the fun house.

My phone pings with a notification and I look at my text. 

"Come in Cecelia." his text message says. My brows pinch. 

"Come in where? I dont even know where you are." 

"We're going to play a game....come inside." he types and I my breath hitches. 

"It's closed." I type. "And I am not going in that creepy thing." 

"The door is unlocked, and yes you are. Because you're a good girl Cecelia. My good girl." he says and I look at the glass doors and nearly drop my phone as I see him standing inside , the lights off, just his shadow.

"fuck!" I yelp as I jump. 

"no fucking way" I say shaking my head and my breath hitches. 

"This is some serial killer shit" I say baking up.

"I promise you I have no intention to kill you." he says as I just stare at the creepy looming shadow of his six foot eight frame. 

"Yeah, thats totally reassuring." I say. 

"Get your little aching cunt in here Cecelia." he groans into the phone. 

I swallow hard. 

"you...you're not going not going to hurt me?" I ask, blinking at the glass. 

"Oh...I didn't say that now...but I promise if I hurt you...you'll enjoy every second of it." he says, his voice low, full of dangerous promises that for some fucked up reason, thrill me. 

"Come inside Cecelia."