“The moment I’m free, you’d better run,” I bark, aiming to pump a dose of fear into her system. My words scare everyone else. Why not her?
“That’s it!”
She shifts onto her back, pulling her panties off as her boobs bounce in the cadence of her movements. This girl is going to land me in an institution with white jackets and no release date. Since the second I opened my eyes, strapped to her bed, my mind has been oscillating between ‘I’m getting lucky tonight’ and ‘I’m getting offed tonight’. I’m only now figuring out it was a third option all along, and all I’ll be getting seems to be torture.
“You wouldn’t fuckin’ dare.”
“Watch me!”
Pressing my lips shut, I try to avoid being gagged, but she pinches my nose, holding like that until I’m out of air. The moment my mouth is open, she stuffs her panties there. Normally, I’d love that. But nothing about tonight is even close to normal.
Her palm lands over my lips while grabbing duct tape from the nightstand with the other. Then she snaps a piece with her teeth and seals me up.
“That’s better. Good night! Sleeptight!” She chuckles at the pun, then lies on her side facing me, and with one final glance, claims her victory in this battle.
It seems I’ve finally found a worthy adversary, and I’m going to enjoy our game so much. That’s after I’m free, of course. Tonight, it’s going to be absolute fuckin’ hell this conniving demon dragged medown to.
Summer drifts off within minutes, like the fact she has a tied-up, naked, and highly agitated man lying next to her is of no significance. What the hell would it take for her to lose sleep over it?
Hours go by, and my raging hard-on is borderline painful. Neither giving out sounds nor pushing her with my body can wake her up. She sleeps like she’s dead. Considering that fact, when I do get to fuck her asleep, would it be considered somnophilia or straight-up necrophilia?
Memorizing every curve, imagining her on top of me, and hoping I can come like this doesn’t cut it. All it does is leave me unable to calm the fuck down. I close my eyes, forcing my mind to go elsewhere, but in the end, I always want to open them and find her next to me.
When she shifts in her sleep and rolls over, giving me her back, it’s what I was waiting for, holding a misguided belief it would improve my situation, yet her ass is as ridiculously tempting as the rest of her.
But then she turns again, getting so close she is partially on top of me. Leg over mine, an arm on my chest, she snuggles next to me, fitting like a final piece of a puzzle. A piece I never knew was missing. It’s only then that my heart rate slows, as her skin on mine puts me at ease.
My hard-on is not the only thing keeping me awake. I never sleep over when I fuck a woman, nor let her stay at my place. I wouldn’t let anyone near me in that vulnerable state. Yet, at this moment, with the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met, breathing softly next to me, maybe it’s perfectly fine to break that rule. Summer’s an absolute psycho, who I’m sure has plenty of skeletons buried in her closet. If she can let go and doze off so peacefully in my company, then so can I.
I drift off, and even in my groggy, not fully awakened state in the morning, I know I’ve had a great sleep. Tied in the bed, with a torturous erection, spending the night next to a woman for the firsttime in my life, and I feel amazing.
My eyes peel open to the reality of an empty bed. She left without me, stranded me tied and— Nope. I’m no longer tied to the bed, and my dick is tucked back inside my boxers.
I scan further, noticing a chair next to the bed, my jeans neatly folded on it, with a yellow sticky note atop.
Sitting up, I rip off the duct tape, spit out the panties, and grab the slip of paper.
Feel free to fuck Cindy and Mindy! That’s all you’ll get.
Beautiful handwriting, by the way.
But who the fuck are Cindy and Mindy?
Note still in hand, I spot writing in Sharpie on my palms. The left one reads Cindy. When I look at the right one, Mindy is there to further mock me.
A guffaw bursts out of me.
Summer was right. I didn’t know who I was messing with. But now I do.
Game on, Succubus!
Chapter 13
Atlas
As I head out of Summer’s dorm, I turn my phone on and get flooded with more than thirty missed calls from the guys, our group chat blowing up with messages. They probably think I’m lying dead in a ditch.
There are places they’ve been checking off their list, looking for me, including Link and Dean paying a visit to my cousin.
