DAVE
Her steps were careful as if she feared stepping on something that might break the silence. Her hand drifted over the doorframe for some second before she inhaled deeply, betraying her nervousness. I leaned back in my chair, observing her with a mixture of curiosity and restrained amusement.
It was oddly satisfying to see her sneaking into my space, not the other way around this time.
“Don’t be surprised. I’m never asleep,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet. She froze, her wide eyes locking onto mine as though caught in a trap.
“I just…” she stammered, struggling to find the words. “I just came to check on you, Dave. I wanted to know if…if you’ve forgiven me.”
I tilted my head slightly, letting the moment hang in the air before responding. “Okay,” I answered with a word, letting the word carry a weight I knew she’d feel. I needed to remind her of the superiority between us, even if every part of me ached for her to twirl on my cock. It wasn’t just pride, it was control.
