Page 32 of Ronan
But I know better than to ask. “I told you to come over more often.” My fingers twitch with the desire to touch her, so I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug. “You don’t have to only come because of your friend.”
She relaxes, and suddenly I wonder if that’s why she got upset earlier. She thought them breaking up meant we couldn’t hang out.
“I’ll see you later, Ro. Maybe sooner than you think.”
Her hand slides down my arm to mine, giving it a squeeze before she leaves without looking back, and I have to take a moment to admit that there’s a slim possibility that her finding out the truth won’t ruin us.
Or maybe I’ve just lost my mind.
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I watch her location the entire drive home, then immediately get my shit together to go and fulfill her fantasy.
She told me not to come tonight and also told me that she didn’t want to expect my visit, so what better night than this one?
Once I’m dressed in all black, I hop on my bike and drive over, a backpack filled with a blindfold, rope, and my aftercare tools onmy back. I may not be able to wake up with her, but I’ll be there most of the night, so I had to be sure that I was prepared to spoil her a little.
Parking around the corner, I take my time hoping she’s getting ready for bed, and then slowly sneak my way into her apartment without being seen.
When the door clicks shut, I tug on my skull mask and move around as silently as I can in search of her.
The soft sound of singing draws me closer to the bathroom, where I watch from the corner as she takes her makeup off and brushes her hair. She’s wearing the shirt I gave her in her care package and nothing else from what I can tell, and although my cock hardens at the sight, I also have the strongest urge to just hold her.
She isn’t hiding behind any walls right now, not blushing or shying away, she’s just... her. It reminds me of all the times I used to watch her from the shadows when we were younger.
I wait until she’s done with what she’s doing to flick off the lights, and when I do she cusses under her breath.
“Piece of shit fucking landlord. I paid my goddamn electric bill.”
“You probably did.”
I’m blocking the doorway now with a pair of handcuffs in my hand, my head tilting as she spots me in the mirror and I almost wish she could see my smile.
She panics and punches me in the stomach, then squeaks an apology when she gets a better look at my mask.
“Fuck!” I grunt out, angry I’m in pain yet proud of her for defending herself first without hesitation. I wonder if I’ll ever stop having such mixed emotions when it comes to her.
In seconds I have her pinned face first against the wall, my body pressed into hers so she can’t move at all, and she exhales hard without fighting this time. “Tell me my safeword,” she says firmly. “Say it or I swear to god this will be the last apartment you ever enter.”
“Is that a threat, baby girl?” I grind my hard cock against her ass and lean into her neck, nuzzling in so I can lick up her pulse point and relish the way it’s pounding. “Ronan.”
The tension in her shoulders releases, and I give her a second to digest the fact that she’s not actually in danger. At least I wasright that tonight would be the night to actually surprise her.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then says a little louder, “But get out of my house.”
“Not a chance, woman. But you have ten seconds to hide.” I grind against her one more time as I handcuff her hands behind her back, then whisper directly into her ear as I let her go. “Run.”
Watching her waddle in the dark almost makes me laugh, but this is a small apartment. She doesn’t have many places to go, so once she gets into her bedroom, I follow her with heavy steps, ensuring she hears every single one. It’s empty, but that just means she’s in the closet. Silly girl.
To drag it out further, I make my way over to her dresser in search of her toys, laying them out one by one on the comforter before I finally make my way to the closet.
And then I stand there listening to the heavy breaths she’s trying to hide.
All of a sudden, they stop like she’s holding her breath, so I choose then to slam the door open and grab her.
She screams, but it’s muffled quickly when I press her face into the front of my armpit. She can’t move to fight me anymore with her hands cuffed behind her back, but herexhilarating fear tastes too delicious to stop toying with her now.
“Shhh. We don’t want someone ruining my fun, now do we?”
