Maybe he’s in love with me or something now, the stupid part of me wonders.
He’s not, the rational analyst reminds me.
He doesn’t like me.
“I, um.” I clear my throat.
He’s still staring at me.
“I’m just going to go grab one of your shirts—or something—so I can go home.”
“Home?” he barks then laughs. “No, you’re not going home. You’re never leaving. I’m tying you up in my bedroom so I can fuck your pussy whenever I want.”
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GRAHAM
She looks stunned.
“You can’t just keep me here!” Dani screeches. She sounds panicked, overstimulated, fucked.
My cum is leaking down her legs, all over her face, on her tits, in her hair.
She’s dirty, used.
Mine.
I don’t even feel guilty. That will come tomorrow.
For now, I feel like I’m exactly who I was always meant to be, like my skin’s finally settled on me.
“Go shower,” I order her. “I don’t want you in my bed that dirty.”
I want to tie her up and watch her pussy, greedy for my cum as she takes my cock over and over.
She’ll plead, beg me to stop, that she can’t take it anymore, then I’ll just mount her again.
“Shower in my room,” I call up the stairs to her.
I’m hard already thinking about her.
I watch her, my prize, as she slowly walks up the stairs, her legs shaking so hard she has to grab the banister.
Her head hangs, so her hair hides her face. From the shame that she likes it, likes being treated like a sex toy.
After she slips into my bedroom, I slowly follow her up the stairs, getting dirty footprints on the white carpet at the landing.
The water’s running in the shower.
I walk in; the door’s not locked.
Uncertainly, she looks at me through the steamy glass, the water running down her hair.
I just stand there and stare at her, a pretty little doll in a glass box.
I admire the curve of her ass that took my cock so nice and tight, her tits that I want to spend hours sucking, biting, and torturing.
She chews her lip, like she’s unsure, worried that I’m not kidding, that I do intend to tie her up and keep her as my little fat-pussied sex slave.
