Page 17 of The Games We Play

Maybe I am royally fucked up. Even with what happened to me, I still want him. I want sex and to know whathetastes like. This is part of the mystery of it. There are no strings, no commitments, just a chaotic obsession that fuels us both and keeps him coming back.

“I’ll only fuck you when you’re on your knees begging for it, Puppet,” he states evenly and pushes himself away from me completely. The room is freezing compared to the heat that was building between us, and disappointment hits me like a wave. I want him to use me. Destroy me. I want him to leave me broken and staring at the ceiling. At least then…I’d feel something. But I can’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. He’ll have to take it if he wants it.

“Like I’d ever get on my knees for you,” I seethe and push up from the bed to stand toe-to-toe with him. Where this power play of a woman is coming from, I have no fucking idea, but this is the third time he’s beenin my house, and he needs to realize I’m not a fragile girl who will cower underneath him. He’ll need to find new prey if that's what he wants.

I really hope he doesn’t.

“Careful, Puppet. I’m beginning to think you like our little game. Oh, and if anyone touches what is mine again…well, we know how that’ll end. Behave.”

Before I form a retort, he backs out of my room and closes the door. Leaving me heated, horny, and fucking confused. And already I’m wondering if I’ll ever see him again.

X, for the neon Xs, he’s burned into my memory.

Ten - X

I stay in theshadows, hidden by the brick columns, where there is barely enough space for me to fit. Students walk past me, hurrying to class or heading home for the day, none the wiser that a predator is stalking its prey. The sun shines brightly on the courtyard, and there comes my puppet now, right on time. I stayed outside her house long after she quit pacing by her window.

I wanted to taste her, to bury my face between her thighs and make her cry out my name after she defied me. But waiting will make it all the sweeter once I do.

No matter how much I want to hear the words fly from her lips, she can't cry out my name because she doesn’t know who I am. Not yet. It’s too risky. But when she learns, the rage and betrayal she’ll feel will make the wait worth it.

Images of her spreading her legs for any of the incompetent idiots on this campus sets me on fire. She needs to stop wasting her time on fuck-boys who need a road map to find a clit. And these girls need to quitstroking their egos with fake orgasms. It’s a sin against society, letting them walk around like they’re hung like gods.

When I’m done with her, she won’t want anyone else. She’ll be perfect.

Puppet sits at the base of a tree, flipping through a textbook and nibbling on the end of her pen. Those perfect lips part just like they do when her eyes blaze with ire. She wanted me last night, even if she won’t admit it to herself. I watched as she left for class this morning, lifting her ‘Unwelcome’mat and placing the spare key back into its place.

I don’t need that to get inside. She knows that. Besides, I already had a key made. My cock pushes against my jeans. I haven’t let myself come since our game began, refusing to use my hand in her place. I won’t give in to the gnawing ache until she’s begging for me to sink my cock deep inside of her, then I’ll be relentless until her sweet pussy has milked every last drop of my soul. I want to fill her until she’s choking on it.

Sliding my hand down to my crotch, I squeeze my balls, aiming for relief, but my dick only hardens like it refuses to be ignored.

“Not yet,” I hiss, leaning my head back into the brick. “She’s almost ready.”

My phone chimes, and I slide it out of my pocket.

22.9068 S, 43.1729 W

I respond with confirm and lock the screen, knowing I won’t get a reply immediately. My dick throbs like it’s throwing a tantrum that we’re leaving her again.

This is the job.

This is who I am.

I allow myself to stay in the shadows and appreciate what is mine until her best friend sits beside her, and I have to leave. So far, he seems harmless. And if he slips…well, he’ll learn that I don’t share.

I can’t wait for Puppet to discover our next game. Itching with anticipation, I know the next time she sees me will be the moment she succumbs to my darkness.

Eleven - Tess

I picked a farawayspot on the edge of campus, secretly hoping X would show up. It’s been weeks, and he’s not visited me anymore. At least, not that I know of.

“Can I sit?” Ryan asks.

“Sure,” I say.

Ryan and I did our classic make-up ritual. But none of that matters. Not really. X has invaded my mind constantly. I catch myself staring at shadows, willing them to turn into my stranger. My chest tightens every time I think that he’s never coming back. I’ve stayed at my house every night like a pathetic loser, hoping he’ll break in or wake me up on his knees between my legs.

God,something is seriously wrong with me.

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