Call Me Freak

CALL ME FREAK J.A. ROLES Copyright © 2023 by J.A. ROLES CALL ME FREAK All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without prior permission in writing from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. –––––––– Cover by TMT Book Cover Design Cover Model, Dmitry Roslyakov Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page CALL ME FREAK Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen About the Author This book is a dark stalker romance. It contains potential triggers. I won't list them here, but if you'd like to see what they are before reading you can do so here: TRIGGER WARNING If you feel there are any triggers missing from the list feel free to contact me and let me know. Thank you. Please note this book uses UK spellings. These are not mistakes. CALL ME FREAK J.A. ROLES Everyone has trauma, therapy can't fix. And that's okay. You're okay. We'll get through this life together. Prologue "Shush. Don't make a sound. That's it, my Little Sparrow. I didn't mean to wake you," I whisper in her ear, one hand over her mouth as I hover over her on my knees and steady myself with my other hand, making sure to keep my body weight off her... for now. She reaches for her silky black eye mask, I grab her wrist. "No. Leave it on." I guide her hand back to her side. "That's it. Just relax. I promise I won't hurt you." I breathe into her ear and watch as goosebumps spread down her neck. She lies silently. I press my hand a little firmer over her mouth, my other hand trails over her tank top. I push the straps down to reveal her beautiful breasts. I admire them and watch as she moves slightly. Her nipples harden as the breeze from the open window blows through the room. I waste no time cupping them, caressing them. Wanting to lick, to taste, to suck on her perfect tanned nipples. But I wait— instead I kiss the side of her neck, then lick it slowly up to her ear feeling every goosebump that I caused her to have. Fuck, you smell exactly how I imagined. My stiff cock presses hard against my jeans. I unzip myself and move my hand from her breasts and take hold of my cock pushing my boxers out of the way. I use my knees to push her legs apart and to my pleasure I find she's not wearing underwear. "Did you know I was coming?" I whisper and lick her neck again. I know she can't answer with my hand over her mouth, but it doesn't fucking matter. I know you want this just as much as I do, don't you? I slide my hand between her legs and run my fingers up and down, slowly, gently. I don't want to be rough, not yet. There's plenty of time for that. For me to take what I craved. What she vowed to never give up so easily...not after her past. I fucking remembered. And I'd fucking open up a whole new world to her. A world where I'd visit her at night whenever the fuck I wanted and I'd have her over and over again. And you'd wait for me, wouldn't you? You'd enjoy the stolen moments just as much as I did. She'd leave her window unlocked each night in the hope that I'd visit. The three months of summer each year with her gave me the best memories of my life. I'd catch her standing there, curtains drawn, exposing herself, hoping I'm watching, and I fucking watched. Every summer I'd watch. She'd turn her back on me, teasing me before climbing into bed and falling asleep. I'd wait. It usually took thirty minutes before she completely passed out. Then I'd climb up onto the roof and creep through her window, only waking her with my cock buried deep inside her waiting pussy. It was a game we loved to play. A game she enjoyed. I'd count her contraceptive pills and make sure enough had gone since my last visit... and if ever there was one too many I'd place it on my tongue and force it into her mouth with just enough of my spit for her to swallow it with ease. We were only seventeen and too young to risk her getting pregnant. I wouldn't want her pregnant whilst she still lived with her father. He was an abusive piece of shit. She was too scared to leave. I knew she got the pills from her older cousin. I'd seen her dropping them off for her. I'd found her cousin's name on the prescription when I searched through her waste bins at night. I was fucking obsessed with her. The bloody tampons told me the pills were working. Sometimes, I'd hold them to my face and inhale her scent. The tampons never stopped me from climbing through her window and taking what was mine. I'd force her to suck my cock. Her moans told me she enjoyed her mysterious stranger visiting her and showing her love at night each summer. By the time we were eighteen the blood no longer deterred me from entering her. In fact, the sight of blood smeared across her thighs after I'd fucked her so rough turned me the fuck on. She was my release. My escape from reality. My escape from the fucked up life I lived. And the beauty of it all