On the regular.
Should I stop myself from thinking about this? Will I always fear tomorrow, or will there be a day when I believe he’s here to stay? I wish I had the answer.
“Dominik?”I call out into the dark, empty apartment.
He wouldn’t be asleep already. He usually waits for me to get home. He specifically said he’d stay up for me tonight because he knew I had to work late reviewing the event details for tomorrow.
“Dom?”
Nothing.
Maybe he went out. I check my phone to see if I missed a text from him, but there’s nothing. Something feels off as I slide out of my shoes and drop my bag onto the bench in the foyer.
I fire off a quick text to Dominik, and a second later, I hear the ding of his cell phone coming from somewhere upstairs.
I feel a jolt of excitement run up my spine, but I don't want to get my hopes up. It’s been a while since we played a kinky game, and Dominik is still recovering. Shouldn’t he have brought this up and asked for consent again? We discussed it before our outdoor fun, but we haven’t fully delved back into the kink world since his injury. He’s been making great progress though. He even returned to work, and his coach moved up his reassessment.
The possibilities for tonight keep running through my mind. Assuming this turns into a fun little game of hide and seek.
Fuck, I hope he has his mask.
Maybe I’m just tired and reading into things. For all I know, he could be passed out in bed.
But he leaves the lights on for me when he knows I’m working late.
This is going to drive me insane. I could go looking for him, but if this is what I think it is, what fun would that be?
I take off my blazer and drape it over the kitchen stool before sneaking into the vacant dining room.
It’s unlikely he’s downstairs; there is only stillness on the main floor. It’s almost too quiet, and it’s making the hair on my arm stand straight up. Which means my only options are to venture upstairs in search of him or patiently wait until he gets restless and decides to come find me.
The second option sounds so much more fun.
I’m feeling extra bratty tonight, and if Dominik wants to play, I think I’m going to make him work for it. He’ll want to punish me, and I know I’ll enjoy it all the same.
Now I’ll be really disappointed if he’s passed out in bed.
I tiptoe toward the stairs, cautiously peering up, but all I see is darkness. Out of nowhere, my phone vibrates in my back pocket, making my heart jump.
Despite mentally rehearsing different scenarios, my adrenaline continues to surge, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. I grab my phone, and the words immediately catch my attention, sending a wave of pins and needles throughout my body.
Dom
What are you waiting for, little butterfly? Come find me.
Who in their right mind would actually seek the hunter? It’s obvious he’s deliberately luring me in, fully aware of my inabilityto resist. How on earth does this man know what I need and when I need it? Sometimes it feels as though he knows me better than I know myself. And in many ways, that has been true. The gala is tomorrow night; I’ve been working non-stop and stressed beyond belief. This is exactly the type of fun I need to forget about the world and declutter my mind.
I could wait down here, maybe make myself a snack, but my excitement won’t let me.
Padding my way up the oak stairs, I hold my breath, my body on high alert for any movement or sounds from the upstairs hallway.
When I get to the top, I’m breathless from nervous energy, and Dominik is nowhere to be found. Each door, however, is slightly ajar, mirroring one another so I have to search each room. As if I’m going to walk into his trap like a helpless animal.
But you like being the prey. You’re secretly loving this.
I am. I can’t even deny it.
Wondering how long Dominik has been planning this, I stick close to the wall and nudge each door open. Poking my head in for just a second, making sure the coast is clear before closing the door and moving down the hallway.
