"Cal, I—"
I shake my head, cutting her off.
"Out."
She doesn't move when I step out of the car, watching me completely bewildered as I stalk around to the passenger side and throw her door openso hard it makes a concerningcrack. I don't give her a chance to realize her mistake, dragging her out of the car with one hand wrapped around her pretty throat.
The fear in her eyes tangles with her desire, and I see what it's doing to her.
"Strip."
The command takes her by surprise. Her mouth falls open.
"Cal—"
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Strip," I say again, reaching into my back pocket where I stashed the knife when I got out of the car. "Or I'll cut your clothes off you myself."
We've discussed our limits. We've discussed how far we're willing to go for the fantasy. We've discussed how we can shut it all down with a single command.
But she doesn't want to shut it down. She wants this.
Her eyes dart around the woods, looking for any signs of anyone out here other than just us.
I leave her to give her the option as I go to the door, free the padlock, and roll it up. When I turn back to her, she's still standing there in her dress, watching me in disbelief. I love that she chose the hard way.
"Brave, babydoll. Very brave."
She shivers at the namebabydoll. It just rolled off my tongue, but I kind of like it.
I don't let myself enjoy it too long, though, because I lunge at her, grabbing her by the back of the neck and jerking her against me.
My hard cock presses into the small of her back as I walk her with the knife at her throat into the warehouse. I release her to pull the door closed behind us, locking it in place.
We don't need any intruders, well-intentioned or not. I'm open to sharing my wife with the right people, but I'm not going to letanybodyhave this part of her. This vulnerable, wonderful thing she's giving me... it's for me, and me alone.
When I turn back, it seems she's got the idea right. Such a fast learner, my little doll. She stares at me for just a second as I unlock my phone, navigating to my Spotify.
"A Killer Playlist?" She asks, her laugh coming out breathy.
"Asexykiller playlist." I correct her as Closer by Nine Inch Nails fills the maze of warehouses.
She laughs out loud this time, breaking the facade for just a second as the lyrics wash over her. And then she bites her lip, the lust overtaking her sense of humor.
"Should I count?" I ask. "I'll close my eyes and count to three, but if you haven't moved when I'm done, I'll spend the rest of the night edging you... over and over again until youbegme to let you come."
Edging has become something of a hobby for me lately, but my little doll doesn't appreciate ruined orgasms as much as I enjoy giving them to her.
That gets her to run.
I close my eyes so I don't see which way she goes. The place is one giant labyrinth, but it's also arranged in a circle. There's no exit other than the one I'm standing in front of. She knows that as well as I do.
It's not a matter ofifI catch her; it’s a matter ofwhen.
It's why I added a little bit of fun, to spice things up. A press of a button turns the fog machines on, and I hear her yelp in surprise from somewhere. I give her a minute to enjoy that before turning the strobe lights on, watching the world around me turn choppy.
She doesn't know how badly I wanted to chase her the last time we were here. My beast may be gone, but I'm still a fucking predator.
And my wife? She's my perfect prey.
