my bed, a smirk on his face, dripping with sin. And those goddamn mismatched eyes looking up at me the way he did when he was fucking me with his gun. Like I’m a little mouse that he wants to devour, stuck in the trap with the gouda cheese puffing up my cheeks. Fuck. My hands shake as I try to force the thought from my head. But it’s taken hold and I can’t get it out. I straighten my legs, squeezing my thighs together. But it doesn’t ease the steady throb between my clenched thighs, nor the wetness pooling between them. My heart races as another ping vibrates my phone. I don’t want to look, but I have no fucking self-control. UNKNOWN: Are you playing with yourself, little mouse? Touching your sweet little pussy to the thought of me handcuffed to your bed? ME: You’re disgusting. But that’s exactly what I’ve begun to do. As soon as I read the words, it was like he possessed my body to do exactly what he was asking. My hand snaked down into my panties, my finger gently swiping at my engorged clit. Even as I wrote back my scathing reply. I’m wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and comfortable underwear. I feel bare and exposed beneath the thin cotton. When my legs begin to fall apart, I rip my hand out like I touched a burning stove, hissing at my own stupidity. UNKNOWN: And you’re a liar. ME: Fuck. Off. UNKNOWN: Next time you tell me to fuck off, your clit is going between my teeth. My bottom lip goes between mine. I suck my lip in sharply, shocked by his nerve. By the pure audacity this man possesses. Yet just as turned on. I squeeze my hand around the phone, hating myself more and more as this conversation progresses. My fingers twitch with the need to tell him to fuck off again. The asshole probably doesn’t even know how oppositional I am. Tell me not to do something, and Ill only want to do it more. And with a threat like that, ’'m so fucking tempted. I feel my heart tumble in my chest again, beating against my rib cage as my thumb travels over the letters. I stare at the two words on my screen, my thumb hovering over the Send button. My shadow has proven to follow through with his threats. So why do I want to do it so badly? I mean, who instigates their fucking stalker? And to put his mouth on their pussy, no less.