Chapter Fourteen
It”s not going to be long now, Paige. I can”t take this much longer. Seeing you with him, the pretty pictures of you both having coffee on your Instagram, it torments me Paige. I wish you could see how much it hurts seeing you with a man who just sees you as another pussy to sink his cock into. Someone who”ll discard you as soon as he gets bored. He”s not worthy of your time, Paige.
You left your laptop open on your desk today. It didn”t take long to guess your password. Really, Paige? Your favourite artist wasn”t a difficult guess. I read everything you”d written, your class essays, everything. I just want to know you Paige. I want to get inside your mind. To know what you”re thinking. I brought up the internet browser, going through your internet history, and then something stopped me cold. The last search you instigated.
”Can a guy tell that you’re a virgin?”
No, Paige. No. You cannot be thinking of giving yourself to that slut of a man. You”re so pure, so utterly perfect. I can”t let you do that.
When will you realise that you’re mine? You belong to me. Every part of you. I sat down on your bed, and my fingers brushed over something silky. You wore white satin pyjamas to bed last night. I pressed them against my face, breathing in your scent, but I can’t forget about that question. It burns inside me like acid.
I stand up and lay your pyjamas out over your bed, smoothing them, as though you’re lying there waiting for me. Will you wear them for me when I come to take you Paige? I hope so. So white, and virginal. I’m so hard thinking of that tight little pussy, of making it mine. I unzip my trousers and fist my dick, thinking of it. Of how it will feel when I push inside. It’ll hurt, my sweet Paige, but you’ll soon like it. Need it. Want it.
I almost lose control right then and there, with the image of you beneath me so vivid in my mind. But I need to be patient. The plan needs to be perfect, just like you are. Like we will be together.
I leaned down onto the bed, pressing myself into the satin as I fuck my hand, imagining its your sweet little cunt I’m forcing my way into. I push my face into the silky top, sucking on the fabric, moaning and grunting as my cum spills over your clothes. One day soon, I’ll see it spilling out of your cunt, maybe even mixed with your blood. God, Paige. I’m so going to enjoy raping you that first time.