and soft exploration gone with a snap of my pant’s band. My eyes shot open, my body now somehow against the wall. The Little Lamb was inspecting me, a battle of wills in her eyes. While I was completely drunk on her taste and touch, I could only watch as she bolted from the room. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I laughed at myself when the familiar click sounded. My damn prey not only escaped me again, but she’d also left me more blue-balled than I thought fucking possible and had locked me, ‘her predator,’ inside a cage.
