“I know you’re out here, little girl. You can run but I’ll find you. You don’t want to piss me off or I’ll have to punish you, again.” A laugh escapes my mouth. I’m pretty fucking hilarious sometimes.
She is the more outgoing one, the extrovert. Me on the other hand, I’m an introvert. Let me stay home, curled up on the couch with a book, and I’m good.
This is all new to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve looked up bondage and pain-play on the internet. But I NEVER thought it would affect me this way. Not in the way his essence is pulling me in right now.
I groan at the loss of his touch as he stands up, looking down at me with a smirk on his lips. “Such a filthy little whore you are for me.” No one has ever spoken to me the way he is right now, and I can’t deny his words ignite a fire in me I didn’t know existed.
“Don’t worry, little butterfly. It will fit. I promise.” He’s trying to soothe my nerves until his smile turns wicked and he says, “If not, we’ll make it fit.”