Page 8 of Pounded in the Patch
It’s an immersive experience.
I check the mirror again and see her starting to stir, consciousness returning right on schedule. The timing couldn't be more perfect if I'd planned it down to the minute.
Which, of course, I did.
The sedative was calculated to wear off exactly as we arrived. Dr. Williams was very precise about dosage based on her height and weight.
Everything has been calculated. Everything has been planned.
Except for how she'll actually react when she realizes what I've done for her. How far I’ve gone for her. Forus.
That's the one variable I can't control, the one element that makes this entire thing either the most romantic gesture in history or a complete fucking disaster. I know she wants this—she literally described it to me in detail. But this…
Can she handle it?
She can.
She has to.
This is what she wanted.
This is her fantasy come to life.
The forest opens up ahead of us, revealing the cleared space that's been my obsession for over a year. Even knowing every detail of what I've created, the sight of it still takes my breath away. The fog machines have done their work perfectly, creating thick, rolling clouds that transform the patch into something unreal. The jack-o'-lanterns glow through the mist, their carvedfaces appearing and disappearing as the fog shifts and swirls around them.
It's perfect.
It's absolutely fucking perfect.
Like something from a dream. Or anightmare.
I park the car at the edge of the clearing and cut the engine, savoring this moment before everything changes. Behind me, I can hear Seraphina's breathing shift to the sharp, quick pants of fear and disorientation.
My cock strains inside my pants, pushing to get out.
Fear first. Then confusion. Then gradually, slowly, the realization that this isn't actually about taking something from her.
It's about giving her everything she wants.
I take a moment to check my reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting the blood-red devil mask that's been hanging there for the past hour. It covers my eyes and nose but leaves my mouth exposed—perfect for tasting her when I catch her, and I want her to see exactly how much I'm enjoying this game we're about to play.
The mask was custom-made for this. Hand-crafted leather with metallic accents that will catch the jack-o'-lantern light perfectly.
Because every detail matters if this is going to be perfect.
For tonight, I'm truly a stranger to her. She won’t know who I am or why I’ve brought her here. Not until the end.
The grand finale.
I can feel my heart rate picking up as I prepare to get out of the car, adrenaline flooding my system. This is it. There’s no going back now.
She's going to love this.
Shehasto love this.
Because I've put everything I am into making this night perfect for her.
And if she doesn't...fuck, I don’t know what I’ll do.
