A little time goes by before I hear her. The chair scoots a little across the floor as she sneaks out, and I can barely keep my face expressionless. God, she’s fucking adorable.
Once I feel her presence at the end of the bed, I try to relax. As she pulls back the covers, I will my cock not to respond. I should get a Purple Heart for this because it’s pretty goddamn painful.
I can feel her eyes on my cock she looks over my naked body. Does she like what she sees? Am I enough for her? God, I wish I could see her. She’s so beautiful and perfect. To see her looking at me like this would be heaven.
A second later I feel something soft wrap around my wrists, and I try not to flinch. Holy fuck. Did she just tie me to the bed?
When I feel the binds around my ankle, I just decide to go with it. I want to see how far she’ll take this. These binds won’t hold me from her, but I’ll let her think that. I let her think a lot of things.
After she spends a moment admiring her handiwork, I feel her climb onto the bed.
CHAPTER SIX
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I look down as she climbs onto the bed, and I see her naked body. It’s all I can do not to pull free the restraints and grab her. But I just breathe and try to give her the illusion she’s looking for. She wants to be in control, and I want her to think she is. It’s how it’s been from the beginning.
All this time she’s thought she’s had the control. It’d be a shame to change that now. All that work for nothing.
From the first moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her. She was mine the second my eyes hit hers, but she seemed so innocent and shy. I wanted to keep my distance and give her time to come around, to get used to me. I didn’t want to go full-on stalker right away, so I just played it cool. Little did I know she was the one stalking me. And then our game started to play out. Cat and mouse. Sometimes I wasn’t quite sure if I was the mouse or the cat when it came to her—something I rather enjoyed. She was so different. I don’t think she even knows how much she stands out in a room, I could never miss her. I had put a security guard on her to watch her. I was surprised when I found out from the guard she was following me. I told him to let her. In fact, I told him to make it easy for her.
I remember the first time she broke into my office. I’d gotten a call late at night from security, alerting me that Valentina was in my office, and they asked if that was okay. I immediately made up a story about how I asked her to go find something I’d lost, and not to disturb her. Meanwhile, I pulled up the cameras in my home office and just watched her go through my things.
Seeing her obsess over me the way I was obsessing over her turned me on more than I’m willing to admit. Maybe one day I’ll tell her about how I jerked off watching the live video feed of her snooping through my desk. How I came all over myself, imagining her touching my things and leaving her mark on my desk. Maybe this is why this has gone so far, neither of us knowing what the other really wants. Is this what happens when two predators think the other is prey?
She was so beautiful that night, the moonlight giving off just enough light so I could watch her move. But it’s nothing compared to now. Seeing her body move over the top of mine, I can barely keep my heart from bursting out of my chest.
As she rubs against my body, she licks my neck, and I close my eyes in bliss. I hope she leaves a mark. It wouldn’t bother me one bit to walk around with her mark on me. My cock responds to her touch, and the idea of her leaving something on my body has me hard as a rock. You’d think I would be used to it, seeing her prance around at work every day, but being this close is almost more than I can take without being able to touch her. Feeling her nakedness against mine is torturous, but I don’t want it to end.
Suddenly, Valentina bites my neck.
“Fuck. Baby, that hurts!” I pull at the restraints some, but try to remember that I’m not really trying to break them. I don’t want her knowing how easy it would be for me to get away but, damn, that hurt. That wasn’t the kind of mark I was thinking of, but I’ll take what I can get. I like to be the one doing the biting, and when I do it, it’s the good kind of biting.
Valentina sits up and turns on the bedside light. Jesus. Seeing her naked in the light is the single greatest moment of my life. She’s always been gorgeous with her olive skin and long blonde hair, but seeing her like this is just breathtaking. I feel so honored that she’s chosen me as the one to see her body for the first time.
She doesn’t know it but I’ve done my homework on my love. The first day I saw her, I created a file and sent it to my head of security as top priority and strictly confidential. I wanted the name of every man who had ever touched so much as her hand. Surprisingly—and thankfully—it turned out she was untouched. I really would have hated to murder someone because they had seen her beautiful body. I can’t even begin to think about what I would have done to someone who had actually touched it.