Kai
An hour after I left the restaurant, Alex’s car appears in Rachel’s driveway.
The little criminal didn't find the cameras outside, at least. He parks the car, gets out, and goes to her side to open her door. Such a gentleman this Alex guy is, opening the door for the woman who had an orgasm from a toy another man controlled on their date. I don’t think he knows this specific information, of course, but it’s a nice image to have in mind.
For me. I don’t think it would be so nice if I were sitting in his place.
I am in Rachel’s rocking chair in the living room.
When I arrived here an hour ago, the place was dark and silent, and that’s how my sweet criminal will find it.
I sit in the dark with the lights off, waiting for her.
The door opens, and I can hear her footsteps before the room lights up.
A scream escapes her the moment she realizes I am here.
“Ouch!” I say as I rub my face.
“Shut up.” She is furious. I love this look on her. It’s a spark, one that I am sure will burn me alive soon enough. I would welcome that. It’s a nice way to die.
“Calm down, criminal.” I reach for her, but she pulls away.
“Don’t call me that. How did you get in the house?
” she asks. She is panicking; I can tell.
She might even feel threatened now. Our game might have been unhinged, but my sweet criminal is still a woman, and eventually, a survival instinct will kick in.
It’s normal not to like a strange man coming in and out of your house without asking.
I am psychotic, not an idiot. I am aware of my actions and the effect they have on her.
Do I care? No, not really, but I don’t want her tormented in this way either.
If my sweet criminal is going to be tormented, it will be in a way we both enjoy.
“I used the extra key I made.” I dangle the key for her to see. She reaches to grab it, and I pull away. “Hey! It’s mine,” I argue.
“No! It is not! You made it without asking.” She reaches again; this time, I allow her to take it.
“What you did at the restaurant was not okay.” Her lips tell me, but her face is a whole other story, like all the times she’s lied to my face before. She enjoyed our playtime at the restaurant as much as I did.
“Come on, sweet criminal, we both know you enjoyed that,” I smirk. “You came so fast I barely had a chance to play with those vibrations.”
“That was a natural reaction. It doesn’t mean I enjoyed it. My body betrayed me.” She tries to argue, but her cheeks flush red. She enjoyed it. I know she did.
I stand. “That’s okay. We will have more opportunities to play soon,” I say as I leave the room and walk toward the front door. I’m not expecting her to follow. She is stubborn, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.