A/N: I am not sure what happened with Chapter 5, but when I checked it last night (4-15), I saw it was a duplicate of Chapter 2. It is fixed now, but I'm sorry for any confusion it may have caused.
ONE DAY LATER
Haddonfield, Illinois
November 4, 2009
The sound of Dr. Blankenship moving about in the kitchen jarred the Shape from his slumber. Jillian was still sleeping between his legs with her head pillowed on his chest. He carefully turned onto his side, causing her to roll onto the mattress. He wrapped her in the comforter to keep her warm. Then, he left the bed.
After dressing back into his coveralls and mask, the Shape strode out of the bedroom. A few minutes later he entered the kitchen. Dr. Blankenship was sitting at the table eating eggs and toast.
"I wasn't expecting to see you up this early," she said. "From the sounds of it, you had quite a wild night, or at least Jillian did. I hope she's still sleeping."
Yes.
"Good." The woman bit into a piece of toast, her hazel eyes fixed on him. "So, what's the story on her? You've never kidnapped a girl before. Seems a bit risky, considering how many people are searching for her. However, the longer she stays missing, the less hope people will have of finding her alive. But you have no intention of killing her, do you?"
No. Never.
"Jillian means something special to you, even more so than Nicole and Kaylee, despite the fact that one had your baby and the other deeply loved you."
The Shape nodded.
"It sounds like Jillian is more accepting of your ongoing relationship with Nicole than Kaylee was."
Yes. Very. However, just like with Kaylee, Nicole's jealousy had reared its ugly head, quickly changing the dynamic of their relationship.
"From what I understand, you; Nicole; and Jillian spent some intimate time together.
Yes.
"And Jillian enjoyed it?"
Undoubtedly so.
"Just tread carefully, Michael. Jillian is still finding herself."
The killer nodded. That much was certain.
"Well, I'm off to work," Dr. Blankenship said. She rose to put her plate and coffee mug in the dishwasher. "Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'll be home sometime this evening. Oh, and make sure Jillian eats. She can help herself to any food in the fridge."
The Shape offered the woman a nod, grateful for her hospitality. He waited for her to leave the house before returning to his companion. Jillian was still curled up in the comforter sound asleep. He crept onto the bed and slid a hand underneath the blanket. Unsurprisingly, he discovered her pussy to be delectably wet. He shoved two fingers into it, meeting absolutely no resistance.
"Oh, god, Michael," Jillian moaned. "I want you. So much."
That was clear by the way her juices sploshed noisily around the Shape's fingers. Her pussy was so loose he knew adding more fingers to it wouldn't be an issue. She raised her hips and spread her legs further apart, allowing him to gradually slide his entire hand into her.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped. "That feels so amazing, Michael!"
Jillian wantonly bucked her hips against the Shape's hand as he methodically fisted her. Seeing the look of pure ecstasy on her face excited him. He unzipped his coveralls and placed his cock in her palm. While she pleasured him, he started pounding her with his fist, stretching her pussy wide open.
"MICHAEL!" Jillian screamed.
Her juices spurted all over the killer's hand and sleeve as she came. He quickly returned the favor, except he aimed his cock so that most of his cum landed on her stomach and breasts.
"Michael, feed it to me," she breathlessly commanded.
Gladly. The Shape pulled his hand out of Jillian's gaping vagina and gathered a substantial amount of warm cum on his fingers. He stuck them into her eager mouth. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she suckled his fingers clean.
"I like how you taste," she said at last.
The feeling was definitely mutual.
Jillian sat up and wrapped her arms around the Shape's neck. After carefully discarding his mask, he kissed her. He understood she needed that intimate connection with him.
Jillian was the only one of his partners the Shape had ever kissed. Kaylee had tried to kiss him on many occasions, but he never once allowed it to happen. He just hadn't desired to share that type of affection with anyone until Carolyn and Jillian had come along. Carolyn he had kissed only after her untimely death. All the other times it had been Jillian's mouth he had ravished, even on Halloween.
As the Shape continued to kiss his companion, she scooted onto his lap. His cock would have easily slipped inside of her messy pussy, except that was not the orifice she guided it to.
"Michael, stretch my ass out," Jillian commanded, "and then fill it with your hot cum."
All right, but not in this room. It didn't house all the provisions he would need in order to give Jillian what she clearly wanted. However, there was another bedroom that did.
The Shape moved off the bed. He then lifted his partner up and over his shoulder so that he had full access to her perfectly shaped ass. He slapped it hard, twice, before wiggling a fingertip against its puckered hole.
Jillian's excitement dampened the material covering the killer's shoulder. Perfect. Her instant arousal boded very well for him and what he had in-store for her.
The Shape opened the door to what was Kaylee's former bedroom. Her scent still lingered in the room, and his cock jerked in reaction to it. He spanked Jillian once more before setting her down on the bed. She silently watched as he opened a dresser drawer. A small gasp escaped her lips when he pulled out a large tube of lubrication and a thick pink butt plug.
The Shape had Jillian kneel on the bed. He opened the lube and squirted a generous amount in the hole between her reddened ass cheeks. Finally, he worked the large plug into her rectum, twisting it back and forth until it popped into place.
"Oh!" she breathed.
The killer gazed down at it. The sight of Kaylee's sex toy stuffed inside Jillian's ass was too much for him. Without warning, he jammed his cock inside her pussy. He fucked it hard and fast, not caring about anything other than finding his release.
Once he came, Jillian collapsed onto the mattress, dislodging the Shape from her body. He let her be, allowing the thick butt plug to do its job. After a few minutes, she began to stir.
"I've never felt that full before," Jillian said. She rolled over and moaned. "Oh, god. I don't suppose you'd be willing to take the plug out for a bit?"
The Shape gave his head a sharp shake.
"Come on, Michael. Please? This is going to drive me crazy."
Yes, of course it was. That was the point of such toys. The Shape zipped up his uniform, grabbed ahold of Jillian's hand, and helped her off the bed. She groaned as she stood to her full height.
"No," Jillian said. "I can't do this. It's just too much."
The Shape's grip on her hand tightened. If Kaylee could withstand having the plug inside of her for hours on end, then so could Jillian. He was certain she would soon get used to the toy's intimate intrusion.
The killer urged Jillian to walk with him down the hallway. Her first few steps were tentative, but as her body adjusted to the toy's girth, her strides became longer. He'd probably just steal the plug and the lube so that he could keep her anus stretched for his own personal pleasure. And, it would also keep her pussy constantly wet, which he enjoyed immensely. Even now, he couldn't help but notice how her pink swollen clit jutted out from between her slick shiny folds just begging to be suckled by his mouth.
The Shape shoved Jillian against a wall, catching her completely unawares. He crouched before her and flung her left leg over his shoulder so that all her delicious lady parts were at his utter disposal. Her fingers fisted his hair as he flicked his tongue over and around her taut nub.
"Oh, god, yes," Jillian sighed. "That feels so good, Michael."
The Shape could feel she was already on the verge of coming. He could have stopped her, but his desire to taste her sweet nectar overpowered him. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked it hard.
The moment Jillian began to tremble, the killer abandoned her clit to give some attention to her cream-filled pussy.
"Michael," she moaned. "Michael, fuck me with your tongue. Please."
No. He had gotten himself so worked up that tasting her was no longer enough to quench his lust. He needed to be inside of her. Now.
The Shape straightened to his full height and slid his zipper down to the stop. Then, he cupped Jillian's ass and hoisted her up to his waist. She wrapped her legs securely around his hips as he effortlessly entered her.
Jillian framed the Shape's face in her hands and passionately kissed him. He used the wall to support most of her weight while he wildly fucked her. For minutes, nothing beyond her hot supple body existed in the world. He was completely consumed by her and his obsessive desire to keep her constantly filled with his seed.
Eventually, the Shape's movements slowed. Jillian stopped kissing him and gave him a wry smile. "What, finished already?" she lightly teased.
The Shape smirked. Judging by how wet his cock was, he was left to assume his companion had come more than once.
"Do you have enough cum inside of you for one more round?" she asked. "I want to suck your cock."
At his nod, Jillian dropped to her knees with her thighs spread apart so the Shape could watch her pleasure both of their bodies simultaneously. He wasn't sure which he enjoyed more - feeling her mouth work him or watching her fingers slide in and out of her messy pussy. Both made his cock spurt out more cum.
Julian kept her mouth open as the killer filled it with his seed. With her eyes locked onto his, she swallowed it all. It was hot. She was hot. And he just couldn't get enough of her.
The Shape grabbed Jillian's hands and helped her to her feet. Instead of taking her to the kitchen as originally planned, he brought her back to the guest room. He wanted to fuck her pussy dry, though he didn't believe that would ever be possible. She was insatiable just like him, and he doubted that would ever change.
The Shape bent Jillian over the end of the bed. Using both hands, he covered each butt cheek with tiny sharp pinches. She half moaned half shrieked as her skin turned bright red under his harsh ministrations. He reached underneath her and cupped her pussy in his palm. He smirked when a substantial amount of cream rubbed off onto his hand.
"Yes, I want you," Jillian said.
Her desire for him was never in question, nor would it ever be. The Shape undressed with the understanding that neither he nor his companion would be leaving the bedroom anytime soon. He planned to fuck her for hours, and he knew she would willingly oblige, because she needed it as much as he did. Perhaps even more.
"Michael, please…?"
The Shape stuffed his cock inside Jillian's pussy, molding himself to her backside. This was just the beginning for them both.
Jillian laid sprawled on the bed belly-side down while Michael slowly pulled the butt plug out of her rectum. Of course he had waited until her limbs had been reduced to dead weights to do so. Even if she had wanted, there was no way she could have physically resisted him. Fortunately, though, she harbored no such desire. She knew she never would again.
Those moments of wanting to run back home to her parents were nothing but distant memories. Jillian was with the right person now, and there was no doubt he would fulfill all her needs on every level, which was more than her parents could do for her. They wouldn't understand her promiscuous lifestyle or her desperate desire to be fucked by Michael Myers for hours on end. And, even then, it wasn't enough. She still yearned for that intimate connection with him. He might not see it as anything more than just sex, but for her, it was something special that only he could give her.
Jillian moaned in appreciation when the butt plug finally popped out of her. However, she was instantly able to feel that it had succeeded in stretching her out. Her muscles felt loose and relaxed, more so than she had been expecting.
Jillian didn't even flinch when Michael slid two fingers into the enlarged hole that was still soupy from all the lube he had squirted into it. She moaned softly when he added a third, not from pain but from excitement. She knew what he intended to do, and she wasn't about to stop him. He had already fisted her vagina. Why not her ass, too?
With Michael's help, Jillian was able to get up onto all fours. Unfortunately, the change of position triggered her full bladder. She had to relieve it, but she wasn't sure how well he would take the interruption. She had to do something, though. The initial discomfort was turning into full-fledged pain.
"Michael, stop, please," Jillian finally begged. "I really need to pee."
She heard her partner sigh softly, but, to his credit, he withdrew his fingers. However, instead of helping her off the bed, he reached down next to it and pulled up an empty plastic wastepaper basket. He maneuvered it in-between her thighs, obviously wanting her to use it as a makeshift toilet.
"Michael, no, I can't -"
The killer slipped an arm around Jillian's waist and pushed up on her abdomen. The added pressure on her bladder gave her no choice but to pee. Although she felt extremely embarrassed for relieving herself in such a manner, she highly doubted she would have made it to the bathroom without having an accident somewhere along the way. Michael clearly was aware of that as well and did what he felt was necessary to save her from further embarrassment.
"Thank you," she said once she finished expelling urine and globs of spent cum from her body. "I feel so much better now."
The killer promptly set the basket back in its original spot on the floor. Jillian hoped she would remember to wash it out before Dr. Blankenship returned home. If not, that would be just plain humiliating.
Michael repositioned himself behind Jillian. He leaned over her and affectionately kissed her shoulder, apparently trying to reclaim the fiery passion that had been burning between them throughout the day.
"Give me a minute," Jillian said.
The Boogeyman, however, didn't want to wait. He moved his mouth to her ear and licked its shell. She quivered, already feeling that familiar tug at her belly. To assure her arousal, he kissed the inside of her ear.
"Jillian."
The word was but a heavy breath in her eardrum, yet the teenager knew the silent killer had just spoken her name. Tears sprang to her eyes. She quickly attempted to blink them back. One, though, escaped and slid down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. Before she could do anything about it, Michael caught it with his lips. He then slid them over and covered her mouth with his.
Jillian raised herself up to her knees. She wrapped an arm around her partner's neck while his hands traveled up from her hips to her breasts. He tenderly kneaded her soft flesh with his fingers, occasionally brushing the pads of his thumbs over her erect nipples. He may not have been capable of loving her, but the affection he was exhibiting almost fooled her into believing that he did.
After a few minutes, the Boogeyman slid his hands down to Jillian's ass, wordlessly telling her what he wanted. Smirking, she broke their kiss to appease him. She dropped back down to all fours. He rewarded her by spitting directly into her stretched rectum. It was dirty, but, at the same time, it really turned her on.
Michael must have been able to sense it, because three of his fingers followed the same path as his saliva. Jillian held her breath as the fourth joined its counterparts. She thought she was ready to receive his entire hand, but the addition of the fourth finger teetered on the verge of painful.
"Michael, please. That's almost too much," she said.
He instantly withdrew the fourth finger, seemingly satisfied to fuck her with the original three. Right now it appeared he valued her pleasure over pain, which she greatly appreciated.
And pleasurable it was, especially when Michael pushed his other hand into her pussy. Jillian bucked her hips against his tight fist and his three fingers. All she cared about anymore was reaching her peak. She was getting so close. She pressed her forehead into the mattress, nearly on the verge of tears. And then it happened. Michael sunk his whole hand down into her bowels and slowly clenched it closed.
Jillian shrieked as her sphincter painfully stretched to accommodate the extra girth. However, the fullness she felt between his two fists moving in her was indescribable. "Oh, god," she moaned. "Oh, god, please don't stop, Michael. I need this..."
The Boogeyman heeded Jillian's lustful request. He fisted her until she no longer possessed the strength to hold herself up. By that point, her anus was so loose, he had no trouble sliding his large stiff cock inside of it. He braced his palms on her shoulder blades as he went to town fucking her. She loved it. And she loved him for doing it to her.
When Michael finally pulled out of Jillian, he reached behind him towards her feet. A moment later he firmly shoved the butt plug back into her ass, successfully trapping two loads of warm cum within it. Between the lube and his bodily fluids, her bowels felt extremely full.
Then, if that wasn't enough, the killer licked around the outside of the toy before slipping his hot wet tongue deep into Jillian's pussy. She came so fast, it made her head spin. She vaguely recalled feeling the same sensation before. On Halloween. Just after the Boogeyman had fucked her anally.
Jillian remembered now. She remembered how much she had enjoyed it. She remembered how much she had enjoyed everything he had done to her that night, including when he had claimed her virginity. She hadn't just given it to him; she had begged him to take it, and not just for Carolyn but for herself. She had wanted to be his on Halloween. Now, though, she wanted to be his forever.
The instant Jillian had become unresponsive to his intimate licking, the Shape raised his head and rolled her over into her back. Seeing the gentle rise and fall of her chest and her flushed cheeks comforted him, yet obviously he had pushed her beyond her limitations - again. He had to let her sleep.
The killer decided now would be a good time to dispose of the contents in the wastepaper basket and take a shower. He suspected Jillian would also want to take one later on, but he highly doubted she would want him to join her. She still exhibited a certain amount of bashfulness towards him, despite everything they have shared together. Hell, he had touched and seen parts of her anatomy that no hands or eyes had ever come close to touching or seeing. He had opened her up completely, leaving no crevice unexplored.
The Shape had never before wanted to touch a woman as thoroughly as he did Jillian. Sure, his fingers has done their fair share of probing, but not to that extent. Fisting took the act of sex to a whole different level, one that neither him nor any of his previous partners had ever been comfortable taking, not even him and Nicole. So, what did that mean for him and Jillian?
The Shape flushed her body waste down the toilet and then washed out the wastepaper basket. Next, was his turn. After stepping into the bathtub, he pulled up on the shower valve. He absently washed his hair and body while his thoughts strayed back to Jillian. Their relationship was already stronger than any of his previous ones. Their desire for each other ran a lot deeper, too.
Jillian claimed that she was falling in love with him. The killer, on the other hand, couldn't make such a proclamation. He lusted for her, and that lust made him want to possess her in ways he had never possessed any other woman. That was why he had fisted her and would continue to do so. He wanted to leave his mark on her so that if for some reason they did part ways, his replacement would know someone else had conquered her first.
The Shape finished his shower. Once he dried off, he rejoined his companion in the guest room. She was sitting up in bed, but she still looked utterly exhausted.
"I need a shower, too," Jillian said. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as her eyes landed on the trash bin in the killer's hand. "I would have taken care of that," she muttered.
The Shape merely shrugged as he returned the wastepaper basket to its rightful place. Although Jillian was embarrassed, cleaning it hadn't bothered him at all. The task had to be done, so he did it. No big deal.
"Okay, well I'm going to take my shower now," she announced, her blush deepening. "I won't be gone long."
The Shape offered her a single nod. After she left, he dressed in anticipation of Dr. Blankenship's return. He picked up his mask, regretting that he had to put it back on. Jillian needed that human connection with him. It was what had finally convinced her to stay and the reason she was falling in love with him. The most disturbing part, though, was that he felt very comfortable with not wearing his artificial face around her. He liked not having that barrier between them.
The Shape sat down at the foot of the bed and waited for Jillian. When she finally walked back into the guest room, he couldn't help but notice the lack of color in her face. She looked drained.
"Here," she said, handing him the butt plug. "I, uh, washed it for you." She sat down next to the killer and leaned her head against his bicep.
He pocketed the toy armed with the knowledge that it would be used again later. Right now Jillian needed sleep. The Shape subtly shook his shoulder to catch her attention. Once her eyes met his, he gestured to the pillows.
"All right," she conceded, "but will you lay with me, at least until I fall asleep?"
He nodded. There wasn't anything else to really do.
As Jillian scooted up the bed, the Shape retrieved her nightdress. Her nakedness made it far too tempting to do more than rest with her, not that the skimpy garment was much of a deterrent. It did nothing but encentuate the swell of her breasts and her taut nipples.
Jillian relaxed into her pillow. "Do you want to fuck them with your cock?" she asked, her gaze following his. "I'll let you."
The Shape immediately unzipped his uniform. Jillian smiled as he dropped his erection between her two soft mounds of flesh. She squeezed them together so that they tightly hugged his cock. Then, she spat on the flimsy material covering them. The soaked satin reminded him of her silky wet pussy. It made fucking her breasts that much more enjoyable.
Once he came, the Shape helped his partner out of her soiled nightdress and tossed it onto the floor. He tucked her in underneath the blankets, preserving her modesty. He laid down on top of the covers but still draped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to him.
"Thank you," Jillian said.
The Shape watched her eyelids fall closed in sleep. He waited about ten minutes before leaning over and placing a brief kiss on her lips. When she didn't stir, he felt it safe to leave the bed. He quietly zipped up his clothes and strode from the room. Dr. Blankenship greeted him in the hallway.
"Still here, I see. How's Jillian doing?"
The Shape pointed to the guest room door.
Frowning, the woman entered the room. Her frown deepened upon seeing his partner's pale form. The doctor sat down on the bed and dutifully checked Jillian's vitals and her sutures. After a few minutes, Dr. Blankenship turned to him and said, "She should be all right, Michael, but I would like her to stay here one more night for observation, just to be safe. You can either sleep in your house or in Kaylee's bedroom. I'll leave the decision up to you."
The Shape chose the latter. His house, though located directly across the street, seemed too far away at the moment. He stretched out on Kaylee's bed. He knew she would be irate to learn that he had fucked another woman on it, just like she had been furious when she had walked into Judith's room and had found him and Nicole having sex together. It had been a very similar situation to the one that had occurred between Jillian and Nicole, except Kaylee had wanted nothing to do with the latter.
Kaylee had deeply loved the Shape. There hadn't been any doubt about that. However, despite her love, he had never felt obligated to stay loyal to her, especially when he had Nicole to keep him occupied as well. Kaylee had eventually come to accept his ongoing relationship with Nicole up until he had gotten Nicole pregnant. By doing that, he had successfully broken Kaylee's heart. She had screamed at him, saying that she never wanted to see him again.
The Shape remembered that moment vividly, and he was quite certain Jillian would react the same way if he ever chose to impregnate another woman over her. She had already admitted that she would be jealous if he ever found someone to replace her, but she, like Kaylee, was beginning to feel more towards him than simple lust. Those feelings would keep Jillian from going anywhere, which was good, because the killer wanted them to stay together for a very long time.
Jillian woke up at some point during the middle of the night. Her body was sore and bruised from all the abuse it taken from Michael, yet the ache between her legs was much worse. She instinctively reached for him, but all her hand found was empty air. Frowning, she got out of bed. She couldn't imagine him leaving her alone, so she slipped on her soiled nightdress and left the bedroom in search of him. To her utter dismay, Dr. Blankenship found her first.
"Oh, good, you're finally awake," the woman said. She eyed the stain marks that covered Jillian's chest but did not comment on them. Instead, she gestured towards the kitchen. "Come, let's get you something to eat. You must be starved."
Jillian reluctantly followed her host to the kitchen. She sat down at the table while Dr. Blankenship warmed up a large bowl of chilli. The physician set it down on the placemat in front of the teenager.
"Eat, Jillian," she commanded. "You need to keep up your strength. I know how taxing having sex with Michael can be."
"Not from personal experience, though," Jillian said. "Michael told me that he never slept with you."
"Not with me, with my daughter," the woman said. "Kaylee was only sixteen years old when their sexual relationship began. I, of course, did not approve of it, but there was no way I could stop it either."
Jillian set her spoon down, her appetite gone. "Nicole mentioned Kaylee's name in passing. I had no idea she was your daughter or that Michael had raped her at such a young age."
"Raped?"Dr. Blankenship repeated. "Oh, no, Jillian, he didn't rape Kaylee. If he had, he'd never be allowed to step foot in this house. Kaylee's the one who pushed for sex. She told me that herself."
"And you believed her?" asked Jillian.
"Yes. Her father and I were going through a messy divorce, and she had a rough time of it. She started hanging out in Michael's house quite frequently just to get away. After a few months had passed, she told me she had finally convinced him to have sex with her. She had been proud that she had lost her virginity to him, because she loved him.
"I had warned Kaylee to keep her heart more guarded, but she ended up just falling deeper in love with Michael over time. It was hard to watch, especially when he insisted on still sleeping with Nicole. But then Nicole got pregnant and bragged to Kaylee that the baby was his. That was the last straw for Kaylee. She came back from his house that day completely shattered. I thought she would never recover. Eventually, though, she met another man and became his wife. She now lives with him in Minnesota."
"And she's happy?" Jillian wondered.
"Yes, she seems to be."
The teenager picked up her spoon and continued eating. "Michael may not have raped Kaylee, but I'm surprised you're still not furious with him for everything he put her through."
"Oh, trust me, I haven't forgotten what he did; however, the moment Kaylee found out about Nicole, she should have stopped seeing him. Michael made it quite clear that he was never going to reciprocate the same love she had for him. I always thought she was expecting the impossible, but I was wrong. She just wasn't his right match."
"Dr. Blankenship, Michael doesn't love me," Jillian assured her. "And he never will. He told me that himself."
"Perhaps not in the conventional sense," the woman agreed, "but he will never willingly give you up, Jillian. There's enough evidence to prove that he intends to keep you with him indefinitely."
"He does," the teenager confirmed, "and I am more than okay with that."
"You weren't at first."
"No, you're right; I wasn't, but I'm past the point of no return now. I don't want to go home and be taken away from Michael. I can't imagine my life without him in it anymore."
"Jillian, you are the only girl Michael has ever kidnapped, so this is uncharted territory for him as well. With both Nicole and Kaylee he never had to hide anything from anybody, and each girl was able to go about living their lives. You, on the other hand, will always remain confined in that house. I worry about that, especially since the weather is starting to turn."
"I'll be all right," said Jillian. "Michael's been living in that house for years."
"His body is immune to the elements. Yours, however, is not. Do you not agree, Michael?"
Jillian turned her head to find her partner standing in the archway.
"I own a cottage not far from here that you two are more than welcome to live in. It's equipped with everything you'll need, and I'd be willing to supply you with extra provisions as you need them. It's also tucked away in the woods away from any prying eyes."
Jillian's expression lit up. "What do you think, Michael? It sounds kind of perfect for us right now."
He nodded in agreement.
"Then it's settled," said Dr. Blankenship. "I'll have time to drive you there on Saturday. Will that work for you, Michael?"
He gave his head another nod.
The physician smiled. "Wonderful. You both should be happy staying there."
"And you're sure you don't mind?" asked Jillian.
Dr. Blankenship shook her head. "No, not at all. I'm still paying for the utilities, so I'm just glad it will get some use."
Jillian finished her chilli and set her dishes in the dishwasher. "Well, I'm tired, so I'm going back to bed," she announced. "Thank you for the food, Dr. Blankenship."
"You're welcome, Jillian. I hope you sleep well."
The teenager nodded. She yearned to hug her partner but didn't dare in fear of embarrassing them both in front of the doctor. "'Night, Michael," she simply said as she brushed by him.
Jillian crawled into bed, her heart racing. She couldn't believe that in just a few short days, she and Michael would be moving into a house where no one would ever find her. The thought both thrilled her and scared her, because she really would be at his full disposal without anyone around to help her if things between them turned sour. She was mainly thinking of Dr. Blankenship and how convenient it was having her so close by in case of an emergency. She would certainly miss that security.
Jillian turned onto her side, curling up in the warm blankets. She was about to close her eyes when the door quietly opened. She grinned as Michael slipped into the room. He shed more than just his mask and then came to lay down next to her.
"I'm not sure the good doctor would approve of this," she whispered while he trailed light kisses over her back and shoulders. "Not that I care, mind you."
Michael slid a hand over Jillian's ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, which had an immediate effect on her pussy. She wiggled her hips, hinting at what she wanted, though she figured he already knew. He wrapped his arm around her waist and eased into her wet hole from behind.
"Oh, god, Michael," Jillian muttered. "I love how you feel inside of me. I miss it when you're not there."
His mouth continued to roam over her exposed skin as he gently fucked her. He slipped his hand underneath the hem of her short nightdress to toy with her swollen clit. She moved against him, moaning softly. After a few minutes, they found their release together.
Jillian closed her eyes, relishing the moment. The Boogeyman did not break their bond. Instead, he stayed imbedded deep within her. Filled with utter contentment, she fell into a sound sleep.
The Shape did not move away from Jillian until he was certain she was fast asleep. He hated severing their intimate connection, but he had little choice. His companion needed undisturbed rest, and she wasn't going to get that with him in her bed. Already he ached to claim her, again.
Once they returned to his house, the killer intended to ravish her with passion until Saturday. However, in order for that to happen, he needed her healthy and fully rested. The best way to ensure her full recovery was for him to leave the guest room.
The Shape dressed and silently parted ways with his sleeping partner. He walked down the hallway. He was about to turn in the direction of Kaylee's bedroom when Dr. Blankenship tisked at him from the sofa.
"You can't just let her be, can you, Michael?"
The Shape simply stared at the woman.
"You never exhibited this type of possessive behavior towards Kaylee," she evenly noted.
No, he hadn't. In fact, most times Kaylee had been the instigator of their trysts, not him. That wasn't to say the killer hadn't enjoyed their time together. His desire for Jillian was just that much stronger.
"I have to admit Jillian's a sweet girl, Michael," the doctor said. "I can see how you've grown so fond of her in such a short amount of time."
Sweet. Beautiful. Sexy. Hot. His partner was all of those things and then some.
"Maybe you are so attracted to Jillian because she can offer you more than just herself. If she really does like being intimate with other females, then maybe you should consider adding one to fill that void. It might turn out to be beneficial for you both."
The Shape shrugged, though it wasn't a bad idea. Although he had no desire to replace Jillian with another woman, perhaps they did need the extra stimulation to help them achieve total sexual gratification with each other. The trick, however, would be finding a female who would keep his and especially his partner's whereabouts a secret.
"I'm sorry, Michael," Dr. Blankenship apologized. "It was just a suggestion. Anyway, I should probably let you go back to bed." She rose from the sofa. "If it's all right with you, I'd like to examine Jillian in the morning just to make sure sleep was all she needed."
The killer nodded his approval. He would be sure to give them some privacy during that time.
"Thank you.
He continued his journey to Kaylee's room while the physician ascended the stairs to hers. By the time the Shape entered the bedroom, his cock was rock hard. He needed Jillian so badly, but all had available was his own hand to help ease his lust.
The killer laid down on the bed and freed his cock. Images of Jillian instantly filled his mind as he stroked himself to the point of orgasm. Using a tissue, he wiped his belly and chest clean before zipping up his uniform.
Feeling somewhat better, the Shape closed his eyes. Hopefully, Dr. Blankenship would deem Jillian fit enough to return to his house after her check-up. He couldn't wait to fuck his partner in his own bed. She deserved that rare honor before they moved. It would also prove to her that she did, in fact, mean something special to him.