Prologue

My pussy will weep for you. I haven’t even met you, yet it weeps. Once I find you, you will think you’ve won.

The shadows you cast throughout my room only heighten my true intent. You think you’re stalking me, but dear, you are MY prey.

Was it the submission in my eyes or defiance that drew you in? With my many faces, I’m unsure which one truly entrapped you. With my trap laid out so majestically, I’m surprised you’ve resisted this long.

I’m a pro at feigning sleep, wrestling with my demons each night, and stories I can’t wait to tell you. Your shadow elongates across the wall. Big mistake little pup. I’ll teach you better.

You believe that you’re in charge of this ‘intrusion’. I’ll let you pacify your ego for a few moments longer. My own curiosity peaked; I allow your sloppy thumps to settle against the farthest wall. A moment passes; Breathing sleepily I eye your stance.

Your hands are in your pockets, subtle movements cause the shadows to expose your true intent. My core tightens. Refusing to close my eyes and miss a moment of your ‘unknown’ and ‘forbidden’ pleasure.

All that you’ve seen of me is what I want you to see. While your newly inflated ego is deeming you the predator, you’re unaware of how you’ve already lost this game. I’ve already cum to the way you pronounce my name.

You already have me wrapped. I’m excited to see how far you think you can go. How long can you keep to yourself. How long will you deny me your touch?

When I first saw you, I didn’t want to. Your grandeur entrance added disgust to my already nauseated tummy. Standing in the back, half hidden, I watched you draw closer. Once our eyes locked, my body briefly froze.

You are broken too. Unfortunately for you, my goal is to shatter you. By the time I finish with you, I’ll have you on your knees begging for me to provide release. Your eyes will leak, just as my slit does. Mercy is not in my nature, little pup.

I’m entranced as your shadow shudders and a low growl escapes your lips. My thighs are slick with want, but I know this is your moment. This is what I’ve pushed you to. Take your time, I know I am.

You knew what you were doing. I can’t say that you knew what you were getting yourself into. I played my parts well. Acting shy, when need be and even adding skittish for some flair. I remember the first time I dared answer your question with the truth. Your brows shot together, a hint of your innocence shining through. I cast my eyes down smiling inwardly to myself knowing. I knew then that I wanted to have you crumble beneath my hand.

When I finish with you, you’ll be begging to fill me. Begging for me to touch you. Pleading for your name to erupt from my lips as my hands are tangled in your hair; clawing your back; pinching your cheeks closer; my legs wrapped around you.

So sorry little pup. You’re mistaken. This is my game and I’m the one in control. I’ll let you pretend for the moment, just as I am. Here we go little pup. You opened the door.