Page 10 of Temptation
As I focus on that dark place between her legs, I slide my hand over my dick, tugging on my cock while watching this innocent beauty.
She’s a gift from the forest. She came here willingly, but she won’t leave until I let her. My gaze moves to her face. Her plump lips are parted, and I can imagine the taste of candy on her breath. Her cheeks are unblemished, so innocent it makes me want to weep.
Her eyelids twitch, making me wonder what the innocent dream of. Is she dreaming about me? Of what she saw here tonight? Of me watching her?
My balls pull up tight, and I pump harder and harder and harder. As I watch Greta sleep, one thought pounds in my head.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
I say it out loud, screaming it at the screens.
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
Over and over, my thrusts getting harder and faster until I’m about to explode. I push my chair back and stand up, jerking my dick around as cum sprays over the monitors, landing on Greta’s sleeping innocent face and dribbling down the screen.
She wandered out of the forest to get away from whatever demons were chasing her. But she’s wandered into something much darker, much more wicked. I’m the monster she should fear.
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GRETA
Satin sheets swirl around my body, giving me a luxurious tingle that rouses me from sleep. My body molds to the mattress, and my head sinks into the soft pillow so it feels like I’m sleeping in a luxurious cloud. The thought makes me smile, and I keep my eyes closed a little longer, enjoying my half-wakefulness.
Then I remember last night. Chad getting handsy by the lake, running through the woods, and stumbling upon the sex den. Then the mysterious stranger who opened his home to me, with the claw-footed bathtub, the most delicious candy I’ve ever tasted, and the indecently small night gown that feels like heaven on my skin.
I was worried about the stranger and whether it was wise to stay at his house, but he’s given me food and somewhere to sleep. It was right to trust him. One thing’s for certain. I’ll never tell Hans about last night. He thinks I’m camping in the woods, and that’s all he has to know. If he thought his innocent little sister was crashing at a sex den, he’d hit the roof.
I smile at the thought of my angry brother and open my eyes. I stretch lazily, my head half buried in the stack of pillows. A girl could get used to luxury like this. A four poster bed and everything satin and silk and velvet.
As I turn my head, my eye catches on something metallic and out of place among the plush purples and greys of the room. I frown as my sleepy gaze tries to understand what I’m seeing. There’re lines of silver among the purple, sprouting up from the base of the bed to the canopy above.
I sit up with a start.
My hand flies to my chest, and I gasp as I take in my surroundings.
The plush four poster bed I fell asleep in has been transformed overnight.
Metal bars sprout out of the bed frame and run right up to the wooden frame at the top. My head whips around, and there are bars sprouting out of the top of the headboard too.
On all four sides of the bed, bars surround me.
I’m in a cage.
I’m in a fucking cage.
My heart leaps into my throat.
I throw the covers off and lurch forward, grabbing hold of the bars. They’re hard steel.
I’m trapped.
