When you can, run.
Naked?
You’re fucking naked!
“I get my phone, and you leave?”
“Enough questions.” He rises to his full height; the thick column of his erection is in line with my gaze. He rubs it and groans. “Playtime starts now, Pup.”
It is quick.
He takes two paces to the bookcase and readies one hand on the clicker for the fairy lights and one on the switch for the freestanding lamp.
My eyes widen, breath bated, waiting, pulse hammering in my throat like a drum counting down.
One.
Two.
Three…
Click.
Light melts to pitch black.
“Go fetch your phone.”
CHAPTER 3
DONNIE
I switched the lights off for her.
I'm not a complete bastard. It appears my Curvy Thirteen isn't as confident as she seems behind the screen. I'll have to work on that over the next four days while I use her body in every way she’s ever dreamed about, twisting her dark desires into a nightmarish reality.
I still and listen.
The beans in the bag shuffle, and I snap my head towards the sound. Footsteps slide across the floor in an even and cautious way. It’s adorable.
I hear her exhale a long, shaky breath.
It’s a pity I can’t see her luscious body, but it’s burned into my damn memory. Thick thighs that touch at the top, smooth knees—I’ve always liked smooth knees. Her legs narrow in a lovely way to small ankles and cute feet, bright pink nail polish. I want to suck that pink colour into my mouth while I fold all that woman in half.
Her stomach is round and supple, and her waist is smaller—like she's wearing a fucking corset—before spilling out again with heavy tits I could get lost in.
Shaking the vision away, I hone my senses back to my Pup as she tries to sneak around the room. I move like a wraith towards the door, and her steps fumble.
I reach behind my head and tug my shirt off; I freeze and listen, then throw it in her direction.
She whimpers.
Got her.
I used to play laser tag with my brothers when I was young, unmatched in the dark light challenge.
This is far more fun.
She is in the hallway now.