Page 15 of Ronan

I watch her location the entire drive home, then immediately get my shit together to go and fulfill her fantasy.

She told me not to come tonight and also told me that she didn’t want to expect my visit, so what better night than this one?

Once I’m dressed in all black, I hop on my bike and drive over, a backpack filled with a blindfold, rope, and my aftercare tools on my back. I may not be able to wake up with her, but I’ll be there most of the night, so I had to be sure that I was prepared to spoil her a little.

Parking around the corner, I take my time hoping she’s getting ready for bed, and then slowly sneak my way into her apartment without being seen.

When the door clicks shut, I tug on my skull mask and move around as silently as I can in search of her.

The soft sound of singing draws me closer to the bathroom, where I watch from the corner as she takes her makeup off and brushes her hair.

She’s wearing the shirt I gave her in her care package and nothing else from what I can tell, and although my cock hardens at the sight, I also have the strongest urge to just hold her.

She isn’t hiding behind any walls right now, not blushing or shying away, she’s just... her. It reminds me of all the times I used to watch her from the shadows when we were younger.

I wait until she’s done with what she’s doing to flick off the lights, and when I do she cusses under her breath.

“Piece of shit fucking landlord. I paid my goddamn electric bill. ”

“You probably did.”

I’m blocking the doorway now with a pair of handcuffs in my hand, my head tilting as she spots me in the mirror and I almost wish she could see my smile.

She panics and punches me in the stomach, then squeaks an apology when she gets a better look at my mask.

“Fuck!” I grunt out, angry I’m in pain yet proud of her for defending herself first without hesitation. I wonder if I’ll ever stop having such mixed emotions when it comes to her.

In seconds I have her pinned face first against the wall, my body pressed into hers so she can’t move at all, and she exhales hard without fighting this time. “Tell me my safeword,” she says firmly. “Say it or I swear to god this will be the last apartment you ever enter.”

“Is that a threat, baby girl?” I grind my hard cock against her ass and lean into her neck, nuzzling in so I can lick up her pulse point and relish the way it’s pounding. “Ronan.”

The tension in her shoulders releases, and I give her a second to digest the fact that she’s not actually in danger. At least I was right that tonight would be the night to actually surprise her.

“Thank you,” she whispers, then says a little louder, “But get out of my house.”

“Not a chance, woman. But you have ten seconds to hide.” I grind against her one more time as I handcuff her hands behind her back, then whisper directly into her ear as I let her go. “Run.”

Watching her waddle in the dark almost makes me laugh, but this is a small apartment. She doesn’t have many places to go, so once she gets into her bedroom, I follow her with heavy steps, ensuring she hears every single one. It’s empty, but that just means she’s in the closet. Silly girl.

To drag it out further, I make my way over to her dresser in search of her toys, laying them out one by one on the comforter before I finally make my way to the closet.

And then I stand there listening to the heavy breaths she’s trying to hide.

All of a sudden, they stop like she’s holding her breath, so I choose then to slam the door open and grab her.

She screams, but it’s muffled quickly when I press her face into the front of my armpit. She can’t move to fight me anymore with her hands cuffed behind her back, but her exhilarating fear tastes too delicious to stop toying with her now.

“Shhh. We don’t want someone ruining my fun, now do we?”

I lift her up and carry her to the bed, tossing her down so I can see the look in her eyes, the pinch of pain when she lands on her wrists and the desire simmering below the surface.

She was made for this.

“Your fun,” she repeats. “Why would I care about your fun?”

“Because I’m the one you want to please,” I growl, leaning in so she can see the light blue contacts I put in. “Say you want to please me.”

Her eyes flash. “What if I don’t?”

Rolling her on her stomach, I rip her plain cotton panties off of her body and slap down on her ass. “Then you’ll get more of those... with my belt.”

Her thighs clench as she grunts. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, baby girl, I would.” I reach out to grab her hair and tug slightly. “Say it.”

Squirming, Atley takes a full five seconds to answer. “No.”

As much as I want to play with my belt, I don’t have the patience right now. That has to wait, so I hook my thumb in her ass and tug a little harder until my perfect girl is finally getting in line.

“Fuck, okay,” she gasps, wriggling as I slip my thumb deeper. “I want to please you, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” I praise, releasing her so I take off my jeans. “Then you won’t mind when I use you like a fuck doll.”

Her head hits the mattress as she relaxes. “Will that make you happy?”

“So fucking happy, pretty girl. I’ve been dying to fuck you all day.”

When I shove myself inside of her with no foreplay, I grin at how wet she is.

And the way her body tenses at the intrusion, the way she whimpers? Fuck, it’s better than I expected.

“The mold is bigger.”

It shouldn’t, but the lie makes me laugh. “Yeah?” I pin her down by her neck, my other hand pressing down on her hip so she’s completely trapped and at my mercy. “Does it leave you sore and whimpering too?”

I snap my hips harder, faster, not caring that I didn’t give her body time to adjust .

Hell, she wants to play like that, maybe I’ll have to see how she feels with the mold in her ass and my cock destroying her pussy.

But for now, hearing her try and fail to say something else bratty is good enough.

Stuttering little princess.

“So quiet now, Atley,” I taunt, pulling my mask down so she can feel my teeth on her neck when I bite her.

It’s a risk, she could turn her head at any moment, but she won’t. “You want me to talk more?” she asks. “Cause I can. I can tell you I unfollowed all the masked accounts except one. I can tell you I came without permission earlier, and that you don’t own me yet.”

Fucking brat.

I bite her harder, my cock swelling as I near the edge, but I manage to pull myself back. “I don’t, huh? And why him? Why would you keep Nocturno?”

She gasps, maybe surprised I actually looked — but I wouldn’t have had to. She told me to my face. “It wasn’t specifically him,” she rushes out. “Just a gateway back to all the others when you decided you were done with me.”

“Then you haven’t been paying attention. I’m closer to kidnapping you than being done with you. Now tell me you’ll delete him or I’ll have to fuck him up.”

When she doesn’t answer me immediately, I grab a fistful of hair again and tug her hair back as I shove my cock as deep as it’ll go.

“I’ll do it!” she whimpers. “I’ll do it. Fuck, I’ll delete the whole app if you want me to.”

That’s more like it. “Good girl. You can keep it for now, but I know who he is, and I meant what I said. You’re mine.”

I come two rough strokes later, my cock throbbing as it floods her dripping pussy as she trembles under me.

For a few moments, I let her breathe as I contemplate my next move. I can’t ever go back to not having this.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “That was... that was perfect.”

She sounds like she’s sated already, but I’m far from done with her. “Don’t worry, baby girl. We’re just getting started.”