Page 110 of The Art of Being a Psychopath

“So, you like role play,” I stated, my heart racing inside my chest. “What role am I playing, exactly?”

He turned to face me, stalking towards me like a predator about to devour his prey.

“I thought I might play the role today.” He reached for my hand, lifted my arm, and secured the cuff to my wrist.

“And what role might that be?” I asked, letting him take the lead, giving him full permission to cuff me, to do whatever the fuck he wanted with me.

He pulled me towards the edge of the bed, ready to secure me to the metal bedframe. He clicked the other cuff into place and then leaned close to my ear.

“That I’m the one watching you, stalking you, waiting to take what I want. And what I want is...”

He was turning everything on its head today. Taking what’d happened to me and reclaiming it, creating something for us. Rewriting the script.

“What do you want?” I asked breathlessly, my panties already soaked and my core aching to feel him again as I bent over, holding the bed frame.

He reached between my legs, rubbing his palm over me.

“This. I want this tight little pussy. I want to fuck you so hard you can’t handle it. Make you come all over my cock again and again. Have you begging me to stop, but I won’t. Because this is my pussy. Mine to fuck as hard as I want.” He leaned closer as he said the last part. “All mine. Only mine.” And then he bit my earlobe, making me moan and push my ass back into him.

His words made my core clench, and my pussy throb. I wanted exactly what he promised.

“Where do you want me?”

“On top of the bed. Leave your clothes on. You’re taking a nap. You’re all alone. And you don’t expect anyone else to be here.”

He stalked over to the window and drew the curtains, dimming the room and giving us privacy.

I did as I was told, laying down on the bed fully clothed, and I closed my eyes, immersing myself fully into his fantasy.

Seconds ticked by and nothing happened. No sounds, no touches, no talking, just silence. And just as my body began to relax, I heard the click of the lock on the bedroom door and I gasped, playing my part of the lone, vulnerable woman.

“Who’s there?” I whispered, but he didn’t respond.

I held my breath, listening intently as my heart pounded against my rib cage.

I heard a gentle sound, the brush of fabric as he walked slowly over to the bed, and then the crackling sound of his zip as he undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor.

I squeezed my eyes shut, begging, “Please don’t hurt me.” This shouldn’t be turning me on, not after everything I’d been through, but it did and I couldn’t explain why. There was no reason to it, other than I knew I was safe. Alex made me feel safe and able to explore experiences like this.

A fingertip grazed my cheek, brushing a hair out of my face, and then I felt the warmth of his breath as he whispered, “I won’t hurt you... if you do exactly as I say.”

I was panting now, the fear and excitement making me nervous and needy all at once.

I yanked on the cuffs, playing my role perfectly as I cried, “You can’t do this. You have to let me go. Please. I won’t tell anyone you were here.”

“The only thing I’m going to do...” He pushed me, forcing me onto my front, burying my face into the pillow, and I moved my head to help me breathe easier. “The only thing I want to do...” His face was right by me now, breath tickling and teasing my cheek. “Is fuck you raw like a dirty little whore.”

My pussy throbbed, begging to be filled.

“No,” I fake cried. “Please. Please let me go.”

I felt the mattress dip as he climbed off it, then he lifted the skirt of my dress, flipping it onto my back, and I felt the cool breeze on my legs and ass.

“Such a pretty ass. I wonder what that’ll feel like when I bury my cock inside it?”

I squirmed, pretending to resist, trying to crawl away from him as I protested and continued to yank at the cuffs. Then the pressure of his fingers as he grabbed hold of my hips made me freeze. My breath caught in my throat, and I waited to see what he’d do next.

“I like a challenge,” he hissed, grabbing the fabric of my panties and ripping them down my legs. “Fight me all you want. It turns me on. So. Fucking. Much.”