The Keyhole

Chapter 14 The Keyhole

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THE KEYHOLE

I saw how you writhed on the bed, arching your back, exposing that pretty wet cunt. You were needful. A desperate little thing.

That flush on your cheeks, the way your hips move, the way you ache only for me.

You’re not the first I’ve watched in this room, Annalisa. But you might be the hungriest.

For now, I’ll listen. I’ll wait. I’ll count the beats between your sighs. Until the day you’ll beg for my hands. I shall wrap them around your throat. Then I’ll gaze into those stormy blue eyes of yours while you beg me to stop.

You lie awake now, twisting in sweaty sheets, wondering if it was a dream. Perhaps it was. You’ll find the answer the next time I return.