The Games We Play

4. Three - X

Three - X

What the hell am I doing ?

After pulling the sheet and comforter over her unconscious body, I sit on the edge of the bed, ripping the mask off my sweaty hair, and stare down at my slumbering beauty. When I finally found Puppet in the basement, she was sprawled out on the floor with Roxy whining beside her, blood oozing from her sliced and broken feet.

She never stirred. Not when I carried her up the stairs. Not when I changed her clothes. Sliding my hands over her soft curves of her body, I trace every line and graze her perky nipples. Her lips part, and I think she’s coming too, but she doesn’t make a sound.

I hover my hand over the apex of her thighs. I won’t touch her or even taste her, not until she begs me to. Not until she can’t deny her want for me.

Not until I have her right where I want her.

I fight the urge to reach out and brush her blonde hair back from her cheek. My hands clench at my sides, and my cock strains against my pants. She put up a good chase and game of hide and seek. A fire burned in her blue eyes in the woods, and I knew I had her.

My puppet will do as she is told. Roxy licks at my hands, and I pat my vacated space on the bed. She hops up and settles down, watching as I tear myself away from the room.

The television is muted. The salesperson waves his hands around and animates his facial expressions when a large phone number for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity flashes across the screen. I pick up the nearly empty fifth of Jack and frown at the prescription bottle next to it.

Taking both the pills and the bottle to the kitchen, I examine the long italic name. I don’t recognize it, so I shake a few of them out into my hand. If something is wrong with my pet, I need to know. Luckily, I have a guy who can tell me exactly what this tiny substance is for. The Jack sloshes and swirls around the sink bowl until it disappears down the drain.

Step one: show my little puppet how much more fun we’ll have when she’s sober.

Step two: have her begging to swallow my cock and cum until I tell her to stop.

My smiling reflection stares back at me through the window over the double bowl sink, and I run a hand through my messy hair. Scratch that. Step one is getting a mask I can fucking breathe in.

I place the spare key back under her ‘ Unwelcome ’ mat and walk back to my parked car. Honestly, I didn’t have any intentions of introducing myself to her tonight. Like I have for months, I was going to just watch her from outside. At some point, my fixation turned into something more. Her presence quiets my mind. Nothing else compares when I’m around her, like she entraps me in a trance I never want to break. Or it’s the thrill of how this will end. To know that I will have my revenge and Puppet’s the perfect way to get it.

Tonight was supposed to be like any other night, but when Roxy walked to her door, I followed her steps from the window. When Roxy barked, and the door swung open, the hint of curiosity in her blue eyes, which mirrored the deepest depths of the ocean, had me racing after her before I gave it a second thought.

My dick aches against the zipper of my jeans, and I shove it down as I walk—trying to alleviate the discomfort. It doesn’t work. I wanted to slap her ass and brand her with my handprint, once for each time she challenged me with that quick tongue. Nobody ever thinks about talking to me like that. Even the whores I’ve fucked for convenience keep their heads down and submit to my every command. I thought that’s what I wanted from her , but I think I’ve never been more wrong in my life.

I’d give anything to have my hand around her throat and pinned to the wall. Rubbing my hand across her cunt. I’d edge her to the climax but refuse to let her fall repeatedly until she’s begging on the verge of sweet, salty tears cascading down her cheeks before I’d comply.

I groan as my cock grows and hardens to a painful level.

“Not yet,” I say aloud to the dead of night. If I were smart, I would’ve started this game when I had time to do exactly what I wanted. But my puppet will have plenty of time to think about what is coming from us. And when I get back…I’ll show her just how hellish I can be.

Stuffing the mask in my pocket and pulling my hood over my head, I hide my identity from anyone who might drive by .

Our little games are really going to fuck with my sleep schedule, but I can’t wait until I’m standing back outside her house and see those pretty little lips of her part with a gasp.

Then I’ll pull a moan from deep in her core and claim what is mine, what I’m owed.

For months, I’ve waited…debated on what I was going to do under the circumstances I was given. Tonight, with one look in her fiery eyes, the decision was made.

And I’ll be the thing that damns her soul to hell.