I thought I’d be chasing her longer. I think we’ve been up to this for ten minutes? It hasn’t been long at all. Of course, I could let her go. I could keep this game up, but I’m too eager. Besides, once I have her, it doesn’t mean I can’t let her go and do it all over again. That could be part of the fun: make her think she’s free, but then chase her down again. I’ll always chase her. I’llalways get her. I’ll always let her go. And I’ll always do it all over again.
I take my time getting to her, building the anticipation. She must be panicking, and I wish I could see the look on her face. I don’t think she’ll turn around and try to run by me. She’s too smart to think that will work. What she’ll do is hide, and think she can sneak past me. It won’t happen.
I moved everything in the room in just the right spot to stop that from happening. I’d hoped she’d end up there, knowing it was the perfect place to have some fun. Each space there is to hide, there’s no easy way to escape—and there are only so many places to hide that aren’t behind things. Two, actually. Only two spots.
I don’t think she’ll hide inside anything though. There is a large cabinet and a desk. If she plans to run past me to get away, she won’t take the risk of getting into something because then she has to get back out and risk falling or tripping—and making noise. She’ll hide behind something, or stand against the wall and try to blend in and look like she isn’t there. She thinks I will see beyond her, but she’s forgetting how drawn to her I am.
But that’s probably because she thinks I’m someone else.
My own fault, I suppose. Though, I’m not mad about it. It works in my favor.
I make the turn, my eyes mostly adjusted to the dark. I’m good to go when she isn’t shining the light in my face, but whens he does, it brings me right back to not being able to see a damn thing. The lightning helps illuminate things, showing me which way to go, but it’s easier when my eyes get used to the dark. The storm is only growing stronger, the thunder and lightning coming quicker. It’ll pass, but it won’t any time soon.
When I reach the doorway to the room my little dove is hiding in, I stop. There are no windows this way, which will be to my advantage. I see the room in shades of black and grey, everythingdark, but not pitch black. I make out shapes and objects, their distances, enough to navigate them. But I don’t move. I wait, watch, let the anticipation build. She’s sweating, I bet. Her heart is threatening to pound right out of her chest. I love knowing how much I can get her worked up, make her scared and antsy, just to make it all better.
Because I will make it all better.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” I call out right after a crack of thunder. My voice echoes through the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. I get no response in return.
My eyes narrow and I scan the room again, then I do something I wasn’t planning on doing but… it’ll be more fun this way.
I pull my phone from my pocket and turn on the flashlight, taking a step closer.
“I’m going to find you,” I call out in a sing-song tone, holding my phone up to use the light to look around. “Best you come out now, while I’m giving you the chance.”
I reach the large desk with enough space beneath to hide, but when I look below it, it’s empty. Just as I thought it would be.
The mannequins that I placed around the room were to heighten her fear, but all they’re doing is confusing me. I should have thought this through better.
My steps are slow, the storm raging outside. My dick is throbbing in my pants, just waiting to be nestled inside her tight cunt. It’s been too long. After a quick scan, and not seeing an ounce of pink, I go toward the cabinet. Maybe she did find somewhere to hide here after all?
My hand is on the handle, ready to pull it open and take what’s mine, when there’s a scrape behind me, along with metal clanking.
I whip around to see her booking it toward the exit.
She’s fast, but I’m faster.
I turn on my heel, breaking out into a run. She makes it just around the corner before I grab the back of her sweatshirt and yank her to me. She yelps. I laugh.
Her clothes are still damp, warm from her body heat. I wrap both arms around her.
“Did you think you’d get away?” I growl in her ear as she tries to fight me off. Her body wriggles, but I can tell she’s tired from running. “What’s the point in fighting?” I force her to face me, pulling her flush against my body so she can feel how hard I am. “I know you want this.”
“No!” she shouts, pulling her fist back to slam it into my face. She catches my jaw. It hurts. But I laugh again, then throw her over my shoulder, holding her in place with my arm over her thighs.
She screeches, beating on my back and ass with her fists, but I laugh harder as I turn and go right back into the room we came from.
Her screaming is hardly heard over the storm, which is a good thing. The sound is echoing, and if we didn’t have the cover of the storm, someone messing around outside could call the cops. I don’t doubt this place is full of people exploring or sleeping when a storm doesn’t hit. I’m surprised there weren’t already people taking up shelter when I got here.
Sailor fights me the whole way, but she’s losing energy fast.
There are so many things I want to say to her, so many emotions that I’m not used to feeling, welling up inside of me, but I can’t let any of them out.
Because I’m not Jaxon. At least, not right now.
I do plan on telling her, but… not yet.
I move around to the front of the old, metal desk, and yank open the top two drawers—one on the left and one on the right—and pull out the restraints I’d set up. This is all so much more fun when you come prepared.
