Open it

She sighed, setting down her Baja blast. The vibrator stayed between her legs as she approached the front door. She peered through the peep hole. On her doorstep was a towering shadow. It had to be a man, no other thing could be that tall and stand that still. The porch light cast an eerie glow over the figure, giving his silhouette an unnatural outline.

He stood there, motionless, as though waiting for something, or someone. Only the faintest suggestion of his shape could be made from the peephole, the edges of him bleeding out into the darkness around him.

For some reason, Anne’s heart pounded in her chest. Something didn’t feel right.

She put on her bravest face, then slowly unlocked the door, holding the vibrator up like a weapon. The door slowly creaked open and the house light lit up the man’s face.

She stared up at him. He was even taller than she thought, the top of her head about even with the center of his chest. His hair was raven black, combed back, a harsh contrast against his pale skin. Those ice blue eyes scanned her up and down, resting for a moment on her wet clit before he pushed his way past her.

She stumbled back as he closed the door, scanning the room. Then those ice blue eyes landed on her again.

“You must be Annie,” a low voice rumbled.