The Games We Play

11. Ten - X

Ten - X

I stay in the shadows, hidden by the brick columns, where there is barely enough space for me to fit. Students walk past me, hurrying to class or heading home for the day, none the wiser that a predator is stalking its prey. The sun shines brightly on the courtyard, and there comes my puppet now, right on time. I stayed outside her house long after she quit pacing by her window.

I wanted to taste her, to bury my face between her thighs and make her cry out my name after she defied me. But waiting will make it all the sweeter once I do.

No matter how much I want to hear the words fly from her lips, she can't cry out my name because she doesn’t know who I am. Not yet. It’s too risky. But when she learns, the rage and betrayal she’ll feel will make the wait worth it.

Images of her spreading her legs for any of the incompetent idiots on this campus sets me on fire. She needs to stop wasting her time on fuck-boys who need a road map to find a clit. And these girls need to quit stroking their egos with fake orgasms. It’s a sin against society, letting them walk around like they’re hung like gods.

When I’m done with her, she won’t want anyone else. She’ll be perfect.

Puppet sits at the base of a tree, flipping through a textbook and nibbling on the end of her pen. Those perfect lips part just like they do when her eyes blaze with ire. She wanted me last night, even if she won’t admit it to herself. I watched as she left for class this morning, lifting her ‘ Unwelcome’ mat and placing the spare key back into its place.

I don’t need that to get inside. She knows that. Besides, I already had a key made. My cock pushes against my jeans. I haven’t let myself come since our game began, refusing to use my hand in her place. I won’t give in to the gnawing ache until she’s begging for me to sink my cock deep inside of her, then I’ll be relentless until her sweet pussy has milked every last drop of my soul. I want to fill her until she’s choking on it.

Sliding my hand down to my crotch, I squeeze my balls, aiming for relief, but my dick only hardens like it refuses to be ignored.

“Not yet,” I hiss, leaning my head back into the brick. “She’s almost ready.”

My phone chimes, and I slide it out of my pocket.

22.9068 S, 43.1729 W

I respond with confirm and lock the screen, knowing I won’t get a reply immediately. My dick throbs like it’s throwing a tantrum that we’re leaving her again.

This is the job.

This is who I am.

I allow myself to stay in the shadows and appreciate what is mine until her best friend sits beside her, and I have to leave. So far, he seems harmless. And if he slips…well, he’ll learn that I don’t share .

I can’t wait for Puppet to discover our next game. Itching with anticipation, I know the next time she sees me will be the moment she succumbs to my darkness.