Her Shadows, His Secrets

This is a dream. Yup, all a dream. Just like the other night. It must be.

“You’re not real. This isn’t real.” He’s prowling toward me, slowly stalking me as I back up slowly. Eventually, my back hits the wall of windows, and I’m trapped.

When he places both his large palms against the glass on either side of my head, I breathe in and out heavily, a deep throb in the very center of me. “You are so damn tempting. I looked at you the first time and knew you would be my next fuck toy.”

I shake my head. “I’m not a whore.”

“No. You’re not. You will be exclusive to me.”

“Exclusive to you? I’m not going to be your girlfriend.”

He laughs sinisterly. “Oh, puppet. I don’t want a girlfriend. Never plan to. But I do want you and plan to have you.”

“You don’t know me.” How is this happening? I’m not even sure what to say at this point.

“I don’t need to know much, other than how to make you scream while you come. The rest is just schematics.”

“You’re crazy,” I whisper.

“You have no idea.” Leaning then, he put his lips against my ear. “I will be back tomorrow, and we can talk it out. Be ready at seven.” With that, he’s gone. Like a thief in the night, taking my breath with him and leaving me with nothing but arousal.

What the hell just happened?

CHAPTER NINE

THEO

I lost control. I never lose control, but I want to fuck her so goddamn bad it’s becoming an obsession. She’s right. Women are so easy to obtain, but not her. I could have anyone but her, and that makes me want her even more. To tame her, subdue her, control her, and then lick her wounds with aftercare.

I haven’t had a sub in a long time, work keeping me busy. And with this job, my assignment just got even more complicated. I was supposed to be in and out, but Hanna—the curvy, green-eyed siren—just fucked that up. All of it.

“You’re going to hurt her. She’s too nice, Theo, and we both know what you want in women,” Brenda says softly as we pull up in her driveway.

“You don’t worry about her and me. We are grown adults.”

“Yeah, but she isn’t the type who should be used like a toy. You hate relationships.”

“She’s used to not having relationships. What makes you think she can’t handle this arrangement?” Brenda doesn’t know what the arrangement will be, but she does know I don’t wine and dine. I fuck and use. Leave them wanting more and disposing of them when they cling a little too tightly.

“That right there. You have no idea what she been through, Theo, and she’s a person, not an object. And she’s my friend. Don’t make it to where she doesn’t want anything to do with me.” Her eyes find mine, soft yet filled with worry.

Releasing a deep breath, I glance at her house, then back to her.

“I won’t, okay? Don’t worry about me. I will tell her the score, and if it isn’t something she wants to do—”

“Be a fuck buddy?”

I release a huff, trying not to react by snapping. I’m just as irritated that I’m even in this situation, but I want what I want. “To be casual.”

Rolling her eyes, she opens the door and climbs out of my truck. “You hurt her and ruin our friendship, and I’ll cut your dick off myself. Make it to where you can’t have any more ‘casual’ girlfriends,” she says, air quoting the word.

She slams the door and marches up the stairs, and I wait for her to be inside and safe before backing out and heading to my place. Once I’m home, I go straight for the fridge and pull out a beer.

What have I gotten myself into? Did I really think this was the best idea? This arrangement could complicate things. No, it is complicating things. There is no doubt about that. That’s the one thing I’m sure of. What if Brenda is right? What if Hanna can’t take this arrangement and falls for the idea of us? For me?

Sometimes women can fall for men with my taste, especially when it comes to the aftercare. There is an intimacy for most people. For me, it’s just part of the responsibility.

But here we are. My eyes have claimed the prize, and I will face the risks when they come.

The next morning, I work on my daily report to submit to my client on the progress of my work, leaving out the part that things are complicated now and more time is needed because I want to do things to the new girl in town, things one shouldn’t speak of.

I picture her then, hands tied behind her back as she kneels on the ground, the carpet leaving indents in her knees as she slowly, lazily licks at my cock, taking me like a good little puppet. Fuck—instantly, I’m hard and ready. I need a release. Need the thrill. Need her to agree to the proposition.