Page 19 of Look What You Made Me Do

Feeling a bit braver with Kai here, I head straight to the bathroom, pulling the shower curtain aside. Empty. Then I go to the closet in the bedroom/living room area. It’s small, but someone could fit inside. Also empty.

“You okay?” Kai asks.

I walk over to the bed and pick up the flower. There’s a small folded piece of paper underneath, and I open it up. It’s a note, typewritten.

Miss me, Pretty Thing?

I blink down at the note and hold up the flower with my other hand. “Someone has been leaving these on my bed,” I say robotically, disconnected.

Kai frowns. “Who?”

“I don’t know.”

“So, they, what…break in?”

“Yeah,” I say. “And I have no idea how they’re getting in, but it’s happened a couple of times.” I stop short of telling him what happened last night because I’m afraid it might scare him off.

Walking over to me, Kai pulls me into his arms, his large hands cupping my ass. “Once he sees me,trust, he’ll leave you the fuck alone.”

“Mmm.” I tilt my head to the side, signaling what I want from him. “Let’s hope you’re right.”

With a chuckle, he takes the hint and leans down to kiss my neck, pulling my thin dress straps down at the same time. I’m not wearing a bra, so once the top of my dress falls, my breasts are exposed. Cold air brushes over my nipples, making them harden.

“Lie down,” he says gruffly.

Excitement zips through me. It’s been so long since I’ve been properly fucked, so I’m more eager than I should be. What would people think if they knew how little it took for Kai to get me into bed?

Ugh.Pushing that thought away, I scramble onto the mattress. Kai finds the overhead light switch, and flips it, plunging the room into darkness. Then he walks over to my patio doors and opens them, letting in the briny ocean breeze.

I prop myself up onto my elbows. “What are you doing?”

He turns back to me with a cocky smile. “I want your basement dweller to see how a real man fucks,” he says. “Maybe he can take notes.”

Oooh,cocky. I like.

Kneeling on the bed next to me, he presses his lips to mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth as we fumble with each other's clothes—him pulling my dress and panties down my hips, and me clawing at his zipper like a rabid animal.

“Wait,” I say, pulling away. “Do you have a condom?”

“I never leave home without one,” he rasps, then leans back in, and we start tearing at each other again.

Somehow, I end up naked on the bed while he’s still fully clothed, which doesn’t seem fair, but I’m not complaining now. My clit is throbbing, and I’m so desperate for release, it’s a miracle I didn’t beg him to fuck me in the car.

Reaching down, he flips me over onto my stomach, then pulls my hips up, so I’m in downward dog, my ass in the air. Cold air brushes over my pussy as I bury my head in my pile of pillows and wait for Kai’s next move.

Seconds tick by, then I hear a grunt followed by silence. A few more seconds pass, and I get impatient, so I wiggle my ass playfully. I hear something tear and I wonder if it’s him putting the condom on.

Ugh,the agony of waiting.

I’m about ready to get up and help him, so we can get this ball rolling when I feel the mattress dip. He grabs my wrists and secures them together with zip-ties. The distinctivezipof plastic is loud in the silence of the room.

Wow,okayyy.Kai is more kinky than I thought. I don’t have any zip ties, so he must have brought them with him. Talk about being prepared. A second later, he places something over my eyes, tying a soft length of fabric behind my head.

Now hereallyhas me intrigued. Normally, I wouldn’t go for something like this. Not openly, at least. I have secret fantasies like everyone else. Fantasies of pain and domination. But there’s no way I’d tell anyone because I’m afraid of the judgment.

I learned a long time ago what’s expected of me. Over the course of my life, my parents have made that quite clear. Being good and doing what was expected of me garnered their praise and attention. I was a reflection of them, as parents. Anything even slightly embarrassing to them would get me something worse than a tongue-lashing…

I was ignored.

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