“Oh, I know you do. Such a dirty girl.”
She strides toward the front door, and I quickly end the call, nervous that I made too much noise.
She taps her phone aggressively, impatient for my guidance to come through. But I make her wait. I’m not helping her every single step of the way. That’ll ruin the fun.
When I don’t respond, she turns back and starts strolling down the hallway to the spare bedroom.
I decide to let her waste a little time searching an empty room. Let her frustration build. It’ll only make everything to come better.
I follow her location with the cameras, switching to the spare bedroom as she drops to her knees by the bed, gradually bending down and checking beneath it.
Fuck, her ass looks so juicy right now. I need a goddamn bite. I need my teeth imprint branded into her skin.
Clearing the room, she huffs out a breath, and I decide to toy with her a little bit.
Are you sure you checked everywhere?
She reads my message, irritation drifting over herfeatures. Not real anger, but rather sexual frustration. She wants to find me as badly as I want her to.
Serena: Yes, unless you’re hiding inside the mattress
Serena: You’re not, right? I’ll be pissed if you ruined my bed
I laugh, quickly covering my mouth.
I’m not. But even if I were, you’d deal with it. I’d buy you a new one and make it up to you.
Serena: What if I never forgave you?
You would
She tramps out of the room and walks back into the kitchen. Freddie draws her attention in the living room. Walking over to him, she gives him kisses and pets, and I can’t help but laugh because he has no idea what filthy little game his parents are playing while he naps the night away.
This is her fantasy. An intruder taking what he wants from her. I think I’ll up the intensity a bit.
Is this game a joke to you?
Reading my message, she hesitates, contemplating her response, before her thumbs ghost over the screen.
Serena: No, sir.
Taking your time. Prancing about in that sexy number. Taunting me. Do I seem like someone who likes to be kept waiting?
I love Freddie with my whole heart, and, yes, he deserves all of the love, but right now, my dick is throbbing for her touch, and I’m going to bust out of this closet before she uncovers me.
Serena: I’m scared to find you
Her body language tells me the exact opposite. She’s excited. Biting down on her smile. Rocking side to side, confident in her attire. She wants this. She just wants to play the role in the process, pretending that I’m a real intruder and she’s actually helpless. I’m happy to oblige.
You should be.
Serena: What are you going to do to me?
Whatever the fuck I want
Her typing bubbles appear, disappear, and appear again before her next message comes through.
Serena: Warmer or colder?
