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“Time to go.” I grunt as I push myself off the still trembling Ashley, leaving her there alone to get her bearings and her shit together to leave as I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me.
Chapter Five
The hot water pours over me, washing away the sweat and cum, but not the feelings of ire, disappointment, and frustration. I really wanted to see her, and she never arrived, the woman with the dark hair and piercing eyes.
Who are you? And why have you enraptured my thoughts so much?
Scrubbing my face with my palms, I try to wash away the thoughts of her, but they just won’t go. The more I try to ignore them and think of other things, the more she weasels her way in. She was too pretty and well-dressed to be homeless, yet she was digging in the trash cans like a scared and hungry raccoon. Why?
Closing my eyes I lean back against the tile wall and picture her. Every curve of her body, every detail of her fancy clothes, and the look in her eyes as she saw me watching her. She startled like a little prey rabbit, taking off like her life depended on it.
Oh, you’ll be my prey, little bunny. Just wait and see.
My cock is already growing again under the torrent of the water, getting hard at the idea of her under me out there in the dark alley. I would take her right there, against the trash cans and garbage, I don’t care. I would make her mine amongst the filth, and I would enjoy it immensely.
I can see her clear as day, her lips trembling in fear and desire, her body struggling beneath mine. She’s fighting me and begging me for more at the same time. Her heart is hammering so loud I can hear it in the otherwise quiet night. She’s going to be mine. All mine.
The sensation of my cum pouring from the head of my dick makes my eyes fly open in surprise. My hands are nowhere near my solid cock, yet it’s cumming at the mere thoughts of her taking to me, submitting to me, and fulfilling my dark desires.
It drops in a thick stream onto the shower floor and my feet, then washes away down the drain like it never happened.
“Fuck me.” I groan, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel from the bar on the wall.
Leaving wet foot prints on the thick bath rug, I wipe my feet, then wrap the towel around my hips after wiping the biggest of the beads of water off my reddened skin.
My room is blissfully empty except for Mabel stretched out on my bed when I come out of the bathroom, letting the billowy clouds of steam follow me out. She gives me a little meow before rolling onto her back, showing me her fluffy belly in her own form of trusting submission.
“Sweet girl. Give Daddy a minute and I’ll join you. Doesn’t look like my night turned out as planned.”
Walking to the window, pulling the curtain aside, my fingers gripping the Jacquard material a little too tightly, I look out one last time before turning around, back to my fuzzy girl in disappointment. My towel falls from my hips and I kick it to the side, ignoring the little OCD voice in my head to pick it up and not leave a mess.
“Oh well.” I sigh.
The sound of my comforter pulling back is drowned out by a crash and rattling noise from outside, and I freeze in place, staring at Mabel with confusion and hope.
“Could it be?” I ask the cat as I look down at my hand on the bed and then the window. “Did she come?”
I can’t make it to the window fast enough, slamming my pinky toe on the foot of the bed in my haste. Grabbing my foot, I hop the rest of the way, feeling and most likely looking like a fucking idiot as I reach the glass and pull the thick fabric back again.
“You came.” I whisper through gritted teeth at the pain in my toe from my idiocracy. “You’re late.”
As I stand and watch her, my body naked, my cock hanging out and brushing up against the cold glass, I get goosebumps, but I can’t bring myself to back up even a single step. I’m transfixed by the sight of her.
She’s once again dressed way too beautifully to be a vagrant of the streets; besides we don’t have homeless in this neighborhood. It just doesn’t happen here. Her hourglass figure is covered in a pretty dress, one too nice to be worn outside in the snow, and definitely not warm enough to keep her from getting chilled. It’s black, with a plunging neckline and slit up the side, like something you would see at a black-tie event and not being worn in a grimy alley amongst the trash pandas and skunks.
“What is your deal, little bunny?”
The street lamp glimmers off her neck and the jewelry that adorns it, or should I say the collar. Around her slender throat is a black leather strap, with a single O-ring dangling at the hollow between her collarbones.
“Someone owns you? Is he making you do this?” I ask her quietly behind the glass in the warmth of my home as she digs through a dirty trash can in the cold winter night.
When I see her pick up a piece of food from one of the bags she’s ripped open, and bring it to her mouth, I’ve seen enough. Anger rises up in me. Someone is making this beauty do these things. I can tell by the disgust on her face and the way she looks around in shame to see if anyone is watching. Her eyes scan everywhere, then make their way up to me. She sees me as I lock in on her, and her eyes grow wide again. She pauses, and I can see her swallow thickly, the collar moving with the constriction of her throat, telling me it’s way too tight on her.
“Oh bunny.” I whine as she drops the handful of garbage at her heeled feet. “Why?”
Instead of taking off, she’s frozen, like the little prey animal she is, playing possum, staying deathly still. But I’m not a T-rex who only sees by movement, no, I’m a goddamned lion who stalks his prey just as quietly as it tries to hide.
The curtains fall closed as I back away from the window and turn on my bare heels. I don’t care that I’m stark naked, who gives a flying fuck? I need to get out there to her, to get her in from the cold, to take that fucking thing off her neck, and to make her mine.
