I Should Have Run

I should have run the moment I saw him, but something in his gaze stopped me cold. Dark, commanding, and impossibly magnetic, he didn’t ask permission—he demanded my attention. My heart betrayed me before my mind could reason, and I knew, deep down, that nothing would ever be the same again.

He stepped closer, the air around him heavy, almost dangerous, like the calm before a storm. Every instinct screamed at me to flee, but every nerve in my body betrayed me, drawn to him in a way I couldn’t explain. His presence wasn’t just overwhelming—it was consuming.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I whispered, my voice shaking despite myself.

He smirked, an expression that promised both pleasure and pain, and the smirk sent a thrill straight through me. My body wanted to retreat, but my mind, foolishly, wanted more.

“I go where I please,” he said, his voice low, rough, and unyielding. My chest tightened. I was aware of every movement, every sound, every heartbeat. He was watching me, reading me, and I hated that I felt exposed and alive all at once.

I tried to focus on something—anything—other than him. But it was impossible. He leaned closer, and even the faintest scent of him—warm, musky, intoxicating—made me dizzy. I should have told him to leave. I should have backed away. But deep down, I already knew. This was only the beginning.

He came closer to me, grabbed me by the waist, kissed me so tenderly my pussy throbbing, thighs clenching then he pulled away. This was my first time experiencing such tenderness. I wanted to leave but my body had other plans, before I could realize myself I was drenched in my own fluids.

When he noticed he smiled and asked if it was my first time. I answered with a soft moan "yes", he then came from behind and grabbed my breasts and told me that we should come up with a safe word since it was my first time I said "just go easy" I was shocked, I said that without thinking, I was no longer in control of my mind what I just wanted was the pleasure.

He kissed my neck while caressing my nipples, I could feel them hardening for the first time. He took his large and muscular hands down and grabbed my ass, I let out a loud moan "ahhh", "you're mine" he said, voice so demanding and intoxicating. Hearing that my mind went numb.

"Get on your knees!".

I went down on my knees not knowing what was about to happen, then I saw it - his hard cock.

I usually see cocks in p**n videos but this was my first time actually seeing one this large in real life.

"Suck on it!"

I opened my mouth and started sucking. "Not like that, you have to spit on it first" he said voice still demanding. I spat on his cock, "ahhh your saliva's so warm, you really want me". "Yes please" I said without hesitation. I sucked his cock so hard I could feel it throbbing and so was my pussy.

"Ahhh your mouth's really tight ease up!!"

I sucked his cock so hard it throbbed and throbbed until he came. I wanted to spit it out. "swallow!!!" I swallowed, my mouth open so wet and steaming, drooling with cum and saliva.

"It's really your first time, but I have to say you're a natural". I felt a smile forming on my face I felt loved and pleasured at the same time. "You are mine from now on" he said as he kissed me again both tongues pressing against each other. He left after that. From that day on my mind never remained the same, I always longed to be with him again but there was a problem - I had a boyfriend.

The door closing behind him sounded louder than it should have, like it was sealing something inside me I didn’t know how to contain. That night, I lay beside my boyfriend, staring at the ceiling while his breathing evened out. His arm was heavy across my waist, familiar, safe—and suddenly foreign. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The way his voice dipped when he spoke. The certainty in his words. "You are mine".

I told myself it was just desire. A mistake. A moment that would fade by morning. It didn’t. Days passed, but my body remembered before my mind could forget. Ordinary things began to feel dull—laughing with friends, holding my boyfriend’s hand, listening to plans that suddenly felt too small. I caught myself checking my phone for a message I knew wouldn’t come. And yet, somehow, I felt watched… claimed.

Then, one evening, as rain streaked the windows and my thoughts wandered where they shouldn’t, a text lit up my screen.

Unknown Number: You’ve been thinking about me.

My heart slammed against my ribs. "Who is this?" I asked.

Unknown Number: Don’t lie to yourself.

I should have blocked the number. I should have shown my boyfriend. I should have done a lot of things. Instead, my fingers trembled as I typed: Why are you doing this?

The reply came instantly.

Unknown Number: Because once something is awakened, it doesn’t sleep again.

That night, I realized the problem wasn’t that I had a boyfriend.

The problem was that I no longer knew who I belonged to—or who I wanted to become if I chose him.

And somewhere deep inside, beneath the guilt and fear, a dangerous part of me was already hoping he’d come back.

I tried to resist, but the pull grew stronger each hour. At work, at home, everywhere, his presence lingered like smoke. My boyfriend noticed my distance, his questions gentle yet suspicious. When another message arrived, simple and commanding, I knew a choice was approaching—one that would either save me, or shatter everything I thought was meant to protect me.