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And when he came, holding his breath as he swallowed back the groan, the veins in his neck protruding, his legs going weak from the intensity of the orgasm, he made sure to spill himself into his hand. He smeared his handful of come all over her sopping cunt, and then he backed away.

Twenty-Two

Kali

Confession

I think about his body over mine, holding all the power. I daydream what it would have been like had he forced my legs apart and taken me face-to-face with his chest pressed against my bare tits. I wonder if he’s just as dirty in this position. If he is the kind of man that would have bitten my breast and gripped my jaw and told me in that harsh, sensual tone, “Obey, and no harm will come to you.” In my fantasy, he does this. In it, he is demanding, and he hungers for his pleasure like I’m something he can use and abuse.

He fucks me to orgasm, and then he tells me, “Do you really think I’ve had my fill of you?”

And I would say, “Yes, haven’t you?”

And he would respond, “Little prey, until every hole is gushing with my cum, I haven’t.”

I tell him he’s crazy.

That he’s sick, and that I would never let him come near my holes because fuck him!

But Locke proves me wrong. He tells me, “I own you like I did when I trapped you in my bedroom.”

“You mean, when you drugged me first,” I snap.

And to this, he grins in that predatory way. “You’re mine especially when you’re asleep.”

In my dreams, he haunts me while I sleep. He touches me while I dream, and when I wake up, his presence hangs over me, demanding and arrogant. Because he knows I want him. I might push him away. I might tell him I don’t. But he’s allowed to take me because he knows my deepest desires.

And in my fantasy, he tells me, “You’re going to take every inch of my cock. Fight me all you want. I’m going to overpower you, I’m going to set your skin alight, and you’re going to lose yourself in the pain I’m going to inflict. And what is going to shock you the most is how good it’s going to feel.”

I’m past the point of deranged. I can’t stop thinking about this. It is bordering on obsession. I understand I am sick. Sick because I’m not frightened of him or what he is capable of.

I’m frightened that I would actually let him do this to me again if he wanted.

-K

I gasped, eyes whipping open to the darkness.

My body was frozen to the bed. It felt like sleep paralysis, except I was certain the feeling of a presence in the room was real this time.

My pulse picked up and my breaths quickened. The blood whooshed in my ears as the fan rotated around the room, blasting me every few seconds.

Sweat was trickling down my face, but it wasn’t from the heat.

I was wet. Uncomfortably so. It felt like I had touched myself in my sleep, but I couldn’t remember what I’d dreamt about. Except for his voice. I knew his voice was in my dream. And he was telling me what a good girl I was, and how badly he wanted to fuck me while I lay asleep.

Warmth filled me, and now my core was pulsing for a release. My throat was dry, and I wondered if I’d been moaning in bed, if whatever dream I had was making me pant and cry out.

I licked my lips, startled at the salty taste on my tongue. The familiar scent of his cock was in my nose now, and confusion hit me because it was like being in his bedroom all over again, when he painted my body with his come, when he forced me to lap the head of his cock with my tongue to clean him up.

It took everything to turn my head, teeth chattering. The room was bathed in darkness, and I couldn’t see a damn thing, which wasn’t right. I’d left the blinds half open, and the blackout drapes were spread wide too, to let in the faint streetlamp below.

The blinds were closed, and the drapes were over them, and there was not a single source of light in the room. Panicked, I tried to move my arm to the nightstand to grab at my phone but moving through a sleep paralysis was impossible.

The presence hung heavy in the air, and when the fan turned away from me, it still felt like there was air moving against me, like—like someone was moving around me.

I stared into the darkness, aware as ever it was staring back at me.

And I breathed.

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