I need no map to tell me where to go. I know exactly where it is.
Each step I take has my heart beating a little faster, a little heavier. The all-too-familiar rush of adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I crack my neck against the sensation as it slithers up my neck and causes goosebumps to break out over my covered arms.
Fuck. This is too good.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this… Go this far just to see him.
But at this point, it’s not even a choice.
I need Madison, and I’m gonna take ‘im.
My heavy boots thud against the carpeted steps, causing them to creak with each step, and I relish in the noise as I make my way toward my mouse’s bedroom door.
It’s not hard to guess which one is his—it’s the onlybedroom with a window that faces the east side of the house right by that huge, beautiful maple tree. Like my place inside it—watching him—was meant to be.
My fingers wrap around the knob with reverence, and the moment I push the door open, I let my eyes fall closed as his scent wafts over me in a cloud so thick, I choke. My hand flies to my crotch to press against my rapidly swelling cock from where it threatens to burst out of the confines of my pants just from his lingering scentalone.
Fuck, it’s been too long.
I inhale deeply as I walk into his room and close the door behind me, determined to suffocate in his scent that smells slightly of lemons and laundry detergent. It’s such a clean…innocentsmell compared to the acrid scent of his sweat and piss, and it’s throwing me because both feel so much like him, but how can I know that when I barely know him?
All I know is what his fear tastes like. What he looks like when he’s at rock bottom and scared shitless. When he’s on the precipice of pain and pleasure and about to teeter over.
Sure, that’s more than most people ever see of someone. It exposes the most of someone, but it’s also not everything.
It’s not the little things.
And I think…
I think I wanna know the little things, too.
But he won’t let me, so I’ve gotta do what I gotta do.
Force my little treat into it.
But it’s okay because I know, in the end, he’ll love it.
With a smirk, I glance around his room. It’s a little bigger than it looks through the pane of glass I’m used to looking through, but that doesn’t surprise me. I scope out his books, mostly nonfiction and religious—a worn maroon bible amongst them all—with some cheeky romance titles thrownin… and my collar. Sitting right there on his shelf. What a little surprise, my treat is.
I finger one of the spines and pull it out, noting a half-naked man on the cover. I raise a brow at the rows of abs on him before putting it back with a shake of my head and a smile curving my lips.
I pull my pierced lip between my teeth and tug on it as I explore more of Madison’s room, namely his bedspread, which I reach down and hold up to my nose to smell.
He doesn’t have a whole lot of belongings, but each thing I come across as I flick my gaze around feels so intimately him that it nearly makes my heart clench to see it and to know it’s his.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, pulling me out of my reverie, and I drop his blanket back onto the bed.
Kase:
Are you actually gonna show up?
I look down at Kaser’s text and feel my face go hot. For fuck’s sake, it’s already three o’clock. I need to be at Mayhem in thirty minutes, and I haven’t even put the camera in place…
Me:
Im gonna be a bit late but Im comin
I text back quickly and then shove my phone in my pocket before reaching for the camera. With a newfound sense of urgency—because I know Madison will be home soon—I scan the room for the perfect place to hide this.
