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He shook his head in jest before getting up and offering his hand to me. I took it, allowing him to pull me up from the couch. We had some small talk on the way back to the lobby. I scheduled my next appointment before leaving for home with renewed hope.

Chapter 8

Lane

That evening, I took an extra-long, extra-hot bath to continue my good mood. Afterwards, comfy in my cute-as-heck satin pajama shorts and tank top, I grabbed Chloe and plopped down on my bed with her. Feeling mentally drained, it wasn’t long before my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

“Mmn,” I mumbled, still half asleep on my stomach.

Opening my eyes a smidge, I found that it was still pitch black in my room, so I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a couple of hours. I groggily lifted my arm to grab my phone off the nightstand, wanting to check the time. Only I couldn’t. The responding jingling sound startled me awake.

Oh,fuck.

I was totally going to be murdered.

Both of my wrists were stretched above my head and handcuffed to the headboard. My heart beat rapidly as I tested the strength of the cuffs and realized I wasn’t going to be able to get out of them. I began panting fast - a panic attack rising to the surface - the fear pushing all of the air out of my lungs.

Suddenly, my face was being pushed into my pillow. I started whimpering, my body going stiff as a board from the overwhelming terror. Oddly enough, the hand, still applying enough pressure to keep my facedown, started stroking my hair.

“Shh, little one. Everything’s okay. You just woke up a bit earlier than I expected. That’s okay. You just need to be a good boy while I finish getting you ready.”

The voice sounded familiar. My mind was spinning out of control with fear, so I couldn’t think critically enough to determine who it was, but it was distinctly a man’s voice. Still holding my head down, the intruder used his other hand to caress my back. I whined into my pillow, desperately hoping he hadn’t harmed Chloe.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, Lane. You’re going to be very good and stay still just like this for me. I am going to blindfold you, so you need to keep your eyes closed tight until it’s on. I want you to be able to talk, so I’ve decided not to gag you, but if you try anything, I have one ready. You are not going to try to kick me. You can be good for me, can’t you?” I shivered. “Shut your eyes, I’m going to lift your head up now so I can get the blindfold on. I know you can be a good boy, Lane. Don’t make me hurt you, I really don’t want to.”

My stalker secured the soft blindfold around my head and left me with my chin resting on the top of my pillow. “There you go, so perfect for me. You are allowed to speak and make noise, but it needs to be quiet enough that your neighbors don’t hear.” His large hands continued petting me from my head to my low back, almost as if they were attempting to calm a startled animal.

I shakily whispered, “My cat. Is Chloe okay? Please don’t hurt her.” As I begged, a hand landed on the back of my neck, gently squeezing.

“Such a precious boy. I could do anything I want to you and the first thing you ask about is your pet,” he purred. “Yes, Chloe is perfectly fine. I shut her in the bathroom so that she wouldn’t interrupt us, but she’s unharmed. I even put her food and water bowls in there.”

I sighed in relief. The man kept pressure on my neck while bringing his other hand to my face. I flinched when I felt the warmth, but he only held mycheek, gently stroking me with his rough thumb.

Was he going to murder me or massage me? I felt like I was getting mixed signals.

I was fucking terrified to hear the response, but still, I managed to cautiously ask, “Are you going to kill me?”

My question caused the soothing rhythm of his hands to abruptly stop.

“Oh sweetheart, no. How could you be mine if you’re dead?”That isn’t terrifying at all.He started stroking me again, “Do you not recognize my voice? That’s disappointing. I’m here a lot sooner than I planned to be, but I just couldn’t keep myself away. It’s my fault, really. I was trying to be slow for you, but I realized today that my efforts have been wasted,” he breathily exhaled. “I need you to keep calm for me. I’m not going to fuck you tonight. I’m not going to put my cock anywhere near you, I promise.”

At the mention of sex, my heart stopped and I couldn’t help myself from thrashing in the bed.

“No, no, no, no, no. Please, no. I can’t–” I choked on a sob, “I can’t have this happen again,please. You don’t want me, you don’t want to do this. My… my dick doesn’t even work right! Wouldn’t you want a responsive partner?” I cried, “Please–”

He began tutting and cooing at me, which was not only very serial killer-y, but also emasculating as fuck. He then shoved two of his gloved fingers into my mouth, which managed to shock me into silence. The taste of leather flooded my senses.

“Baby, I promise it’ll be alright. Tonight is just about making you feel good. I’m staying fully clothed and next to you on the bed. You need this. You need me to help you relax.”

“You’re the fucking reason I’m not relaxed, you motherfucker!” I tried to shout around his fingers, but they suddenly pushed deeper, triggering my gag reflex.

“Hush now. I want to hear all of your sounds of pleasure, so it woulddisappoint me greatly to have to gag you. I had expected you to recognize my voice,” he appeared to be thinking for a moment before deciding. “I thought the blindfold would help you to be more sensitized to my touch, but I think you need to know who is touching you. My apologies. I would have had this all planned out much smoother if you weren’t trying to slip out of my grasp,” he muttered, the frustration clear in his voice. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth.

“I– I don’t understand,” I desperately cried.

He hushed me, then reached for the blindfold. I kept my eyes clenched shut in case this was some kind of test.

“Open your eyes, darling,” he crooned into my ear. I shivered, slowly opening my eyes. “Good boy. Now, turn your head to see me,” he instructed. I did as instructed, albeit shaking the whole way. My brain seemed to shut down once I registered who was beside me.

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