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I spend most of the night by the corner of a house across the street in my car. Through my binoculars, I see my little Petal on her balcony, petting her fat orange cat and going through something on her laptop.
She couldn’t be watching porn or she’d have her headphones on.
She’s wearing a robe, her hair tied back, and she’s without makeup, but she couldn’t look any more beautiful.
My little breakable Petal.
Soon enough, she disappears inside and her lights go off.
Sleep while you can, my pet.
It takes me another hour of patiently waiting until the guard takes his first pissing pause.
My ribs still ache from the torture session, but I grit my teeth and stalk over the wall in the camera’s blind spot.
I’ve been watching this place so religiously; I know every hole and every camera’s position.
After one last sweep of my surroundings, I climb the wall until I reach my little Petal’s balcony.
Mrs. Hudson winks at me from her sleeping position on the laptop. I swear all that cat ever does is sleep. Mr. Bingly mewls, standing by the glass doors and I place a finger in front of my mouth.
He ignores me wiggling his tail left and right. I lock them both out but leave the blinds open, allowing the moonlight to bathe the room in a silver hue.
I stalk toward the bed, kicking off my shoes and yanking down my pants and my boxer briefs.
My little Petal is splayed on her back, the duvet stopping at her middle. Her nightgown is thin and hints at her hardened nipples.
For a moment, I stand there, ignoring my hard dick and the need to fuck her until she screams the whole damn place down.
I watch her, the soft curves of her face, the steady rise and fall of her chest, and allow myself to get my fill of her. And the collar. She hasn’t removed the collar from her neck.
All these weeks, I’ve been roaming along the earth, plotting and scheming and watching from afar. Always from fucking afar.
The fact I haven’t touch her in fucking weeks has turned me into this grumpy fucker who snaps at anyone and anything — more than before.
I yank off my jacket and shirt, remaining naked, and slowly remove the duvet, leaving her completely at my viewing pleasure. I crawl atop of her slowly not to alert her and plant both my knees on either side of her.
“Wake up, Pet, time for another fantasy.” I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze so hard, she wakes up with a start.
For a moment, she’s frozen in place, staring up at me with wild eyes and mouth agape.
Then, slowly, too slowly, a light sparks in her gray gaze, something like relief.
Wait. Something like...relief?
She’s relieved to see me?
“Jasper?” She chokes.
“The one and only, Pet. Did you really think you’d get rid of me?”
Her nails dig into my arms as she tries to fight me off, but it’s useless. She’s already at my complete control.
“You ran away from me, but you can never escape me, Pet.”
“Jas…” She claws at my skin, and I know I’m squeezing hard, hard enough to leave prints for later, and that’s why I’m doing it.
Another part is the fact she wanted to go, to leave me, to never see my fucking face again, while I was being tortured.
She left me when all I did was fight for our lives together.
Still choking her, I yank her nightgown up, ripping the sorry excuse of cloth in the process. She moans when my hand makes contact with her bare cunt.
“No panties you filthy little slut.” I hum, thrusting two fingers inside her. “You’re going to live the fantasy of being raped by an intruder, Pet. I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t be able to move properly tomorrow.”
Her eyes water, but she moans again and again as I finger fuck her until she’s gasping for air.
I don’t waste time on foreplay. When I feel her close, I remove my fingers, soaking in her disappointed mewl.
I loosen my hold from around her neck, just the slightest bit. “You want me to continue?”
“Jasper…”
“Do. You?”
“Y-yes.”
I position my dick at her entrance but don’t enter her. I rip her nightgown’s strap, revealing her tightened nipples and pinch them hard.
“Oh, Jasper, please...please…”
“Please what?”
“Please…” her face reddens when I squeeze again. “Fuck me.”
Usually, that would be it. Usually, I would be fucking her, spanking her, making our worlds come apart, but she made a mistake.
She left.
She fucking left.
“You think you can leave and I’ll fuck you as if nothing happened?” I slap her cunt and she shrieks before muffling the sound in the pillow.
“You took me captive. You didn’t let me visit my father, what did you expect, damn you?”
For you to stay.
But I don’t say that and slap her wet cunt again. She hides a muffled groan. “Please, Jas…”
