Chapter 1
Chapter One
Bayne
Deviant thoughts filter through my psyche.
Decadent curls. Sinful icy crystals that have the ability to bring any man to their knees.
My own belladona. All wasted on her shitbag boyfriend for far too long.
When she told me the vile shit he put her through and made her feel, I wanted to take her then and declare my deepest desires.
Instead I lurked in the shadows. Watching.
Waiting. Planning. My patience paid off.
My sweet temptress finally got the courage to sign up for Fantasy Finder to live out those hungering secrets that keep her up at night, and I wasn't about to pass up this golden opportunity.
Viola has always been mine; she just doesn't know it yet.
I snap another photo in my roommate’s dusty mirror.
It's too risky to use my own. She knows my room inside and out.
My Guy Fawkes mask is the final touch to keep my identity hidden until the opportune moment.
My shirt rests against my chin and collarbone as I click the button, ensuring what I'm offering is enticing enough to get her to reply.
When I'm satisfied, I click send and wait.
And just as the Gods would have it, she replies almost instantly like I knew she would.
A woman like Viola wants to be worshiped.
Not just your typical yearning. No. She craves something that stirs that darkness inside.
Something she suppresses because her ex-boyfriend didn't appreciate her sexual appetite or her body.
She jiggles in all the right places. So soft and mouth-watering.
As I read her message, I almost keel over.
BabyVee: Oh, VendettaXDa4ddy, I like what I see. How do you feel about cnc?
Fuck. There it is. Those twisted sexual desires that are ready to burst free. That's my girl.
I waste no time typing out my reply.
VendettaXDa4ddy: Is that what you want, little one? You want me to chase you? Fuck you? Ravage you like a savage? You can run, but you can't hide from Daddy.
A trickle of sweat beads down my spine and the hair on my arms goes electric. I'm already imagining all of the ways I'll violate her soft body.
Another message pings through, and I resist the urge to palm my cock through my sweats. The mere thought of her is enough to send me into a frenzy.
BabyVee: Yes. Keep it simple. Chase me. Fuck me. Then leave. No strings attached. PS: you're so out of my league, so I totally get this being a one-time thing.
Anger overflows in my veins. Leave. No strings attached.
One. Time. Thing. Like she's nothing more than a forgettable fuck.
It pisses me off how little she thinks of herself.
She's a goddamn goddess. No, a queen. If she thinks for a single second I will sample her and dip out, she couldn't be more wrong.
Once my skin touches her, it's game over.
Get ready, Little one, Daddy is coming to claim his prize.