LOGIN“I'm sorry, he what?” Delia looks a little uncertain, almost as if this whole thing puzzles her more than it puzzles me. I watch her eyes glance at the computer and for a few seconds, her fingers are dancing over the keyboard before she turns to me again and says softly, “He has not registered himself back on the system for a few days now. Ever since the last night with you… and neither did you. We were so sure we would no longer see you as well.” … How long has it been? My memory feels fuzzy and all I can seem to remember is me kneeling in front of him. It's the clearest image in my head and it's all my brain and body seems to want right now, especially after hearing this. I squeeze the papers in my hand tight, my mind spiralling. I don't know what it is— or perhaps I do. The feeling is similar to how it was before, how it's always been. What was I thinking? That he wouldn't leave again? He had done that before, why wouldn't he leave the second he gets bored? I want to feel a
Damien Bloodhound is like a parasite. He leeches onto you like a bad dream that follows you everywhere, especially when he doesn't even plan to be forgotten. After that first night in the hotel, I was made to file a report about what had happened. Did he harm you? Did he touch you aggressively? Did he pass your boundaries? Did he respect you? Did he treat you like shit? I couldn't even believe myself when I kept ticking the no parts of the box because I knew he wasn't good. There was nothing good about anything he had put me through. He abandoned me. He left me alone to suffer and take care of Lucas all on my own. He keeps sending me BDSM erotica-related books and movies. At first, after I left that room with my legs shaking and my thighs so slippery I could barely walk out on my own, I looked through the file for only a second and the pure terror that had hit me after staring at it had terrified me enough. Tying me down? Spanking me? Hurting my already damaged skin? I
She looks so small, so tiny and lost as she stares at the document in her hands. Her eyes are streaked with tears again— Why does she look so perfect right now? Why does she fall apart whenever she's in front of me? What happens when we break her? Patience. Patience. Her eyes are scanning through the list with full fledged fear in them— Her body is stiff, like whatever move she makes would make me find her— Hunt her down. I can feel every predatory nerve in my body bristle just by the sight of her. It is hard to even imagine or comprehend there's a wolf inside her. She's such a mouse. Weak. Vulnerable. Mine. “I don't… I don't understand,” Her voice is shaky. Confused. It's a fresh change from the version of her that's always trying to challenge me. Still, I miss the taste of her defiance and rage. It's always so… satisfying to see her crumble after every act. “What are these?” “Have you ever heard of BDSM?” Her eyes dilate and she swallows. Of course, she knows what
My body obeys before I can stop myself. It’s as if it no longer belongs to me. I fall to my knees, his pheromones thick in the air, dragging out each breath I take. All I can think about— Taste— Is him. This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. My vision blurs, hazy and unfocused. My hands itch to reach out, to touch him, to confirm he’s real, that this isn’t some hallucination of mine. Then his voice cuts through the fog. “Crawl to me.” I don’t hesitate. On all fours still dressed and in my heels, I do as he says. My body feels unsteady, as if I’m floating just above the ground, not entirely on Earth. When I reach him, he cups my cheeks, his cold hands sending sharp jolts of electricity through me. A shudder escapes my lips now. “Look at you,” he whispers, though it doesn’t feel like a whisper. It feels like a command. My nails dig into the carpet, grounding me as he continues, “All that pride, all that stubbornness— Gone.” His words hit me with a wave of shame, but it’s go
“Thank you for agreeing to watch him,” The cold night wind is sipping into my bones even though I have a coat on, or is it my anxiety? I don't really know. I don't know a lot of things lately it seems. “That's okay,” Adelaide is as bright as always even though it's nine pm. She has her hands gripping Lucas's shoulders tightly as the male stares at me. He has one of his books in his hands and since it's a sleepover, he's in his pajamas. I'd already told him about the fact that I had a new job interview I was going for tonight. I knew he was happy for me, he was still a bit sad that I'd be busy. I'd wanted to tell him that we could still have our movie nights but I didn't want to lie. I lean down to kiss his forehead. “I love you,” He mumbles a response and the amount of love he sends through our bond fills me with warmth. It feels good instantly and the urge to pack up in my arms and inhale his scent rushes through my thoughts but I ignore it. There's already a car park
She looks even more delicious than I remember her being, especially at this moment with the tears running down her eyes and how red her face looks. Daxon is already demanding that I lick her cheeks to stake a claim on her— Or mix her tears with my cum to stake my territory. I agree that it is too much but it's almost amusing that I agree with him. “Hello.” I watch different emotions run through her eyes. Fear, shock, then anger. Raw, unbridled rage. She grabs me by the wrist and begins to pull me away, just like I did with her before. I can feel the stares of people as I do so, all of them possibly wondering how a tiny thing like her is dragging away someone like me. It is strange but to me, I am very entertained. That is until she pulls us behind some trees where it's just the two of us and asks, “Are you stalking me?”“Yes.” She looks even more shocked by my response which makes me chuckle. Did she think I would even try denying it?Her anger returns— So much anger for such a li







