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Night!

Nero

Lock your windows, princess.

Nero

You never know when the big bad wolf might come calling.

I'm grinning like a fool as I start to type “When am I seeing you again?”

Then I frown.

Too much.

Waytoo much.

I erase it.

Me

lol. I’ll keep an eye out.

I drop the phone onto my bed, then go wash up in the bathroom. I brush my teeth and my hair, and change into some loose shorts and a tank top.

Sleep doesn’t come easily. My mind is too full of chasing, hunting, grunting growls. Of outstretched hands and punishing smacks. Of shredding, feasting lips and teeth, and the madness that he brings out in me.

At some point, I’m aware of consciousness barely returning to me. It’s still dark out, and the house is quiet. For a second, I’m confused why I’m awake.

A soft moan tumbles from my lips as consciousness begins to filter in a little more, and I gradually become aware of a heavy weight on the bed.

And of the fact that my shorts are gone.

Suddenly, I’mveryaware of the fact that Nero is lying between my spread, naked legs, his tongue wrapped around my swollen clit and his green eyes piercing into mine.

“I warned you to lock your windows,princess.”

.

I wasn’t expecting you to actually answer that.

And I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that answer.

But if you think I’d ever judge you for it, you don’t know me at all. And I think we both know you do.

I have a confession to make: I didn’t randomly drive our conversation in that direction. You’ve said things in the past—used certain phrases, hinted at certain thoughts or wants—that made me wonder, so I pushed us there on purpose.

I wanted to know if your head and your desires went to the same dark, fucked-up places mine does.

Again, no judgement. And spoiler: they do.

My tastes tend to be…polarizing. Mostly shunned. It’s not that I’m a monster, it’s just that I have the urge to do what most people would view as monstrous things.

To chase. To tie up. To take away all power and control.

Non-consent of the consensual variety, I guess you could say.

So no, I don’t think your kink is “fucked up.” I think it’s honest.