Pose For Me

Judgement🔥

WHY SHOULD

APOLOGIZE FOR THE MONSTER I'VE

BECOME? NO ONE EVER APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING ME THIS WAY.

A staring contest no one asks for, a large figure that lingers in the window of my room I can assume the front was facing me for the hair seemed to drape backwards. It couldn't be, maybe it was my paranoia there was simply no way, how would anyone come in? The more I examined the more it calmed down, if I simply lied to myself.

'He is watching you'

'The Prince'

'You wanted him, and bite he's coming'

Every memory breaks through my mind and I found myself battling with my inner thoughts in what's real or not. I seemed to have convinced myself it isn't real, yet the chill that runs through my veins seems more prominent than ever. My stomach growls pulling me away from my thoughts and the front door looked even more inviting. Slow cautious steps I took ignoring the shape on the window that never budged yet seemed to keep me under a penetrating glare, I decided to shrug off the thought once I touched the handle and found that it was just as cold as the way I left it.

No signs of warmth. Good, it only helped the paranoia.

My house was just the same, nothing broken or out of place, I can put the feeling to the back of my mind now. Maggie's character change towards me still lingered heavily every word hurt the more I relived it and peeking my curiosity further. What have I done? And why was Amber and me dragged that way? We're all friends and sisters. Suddenly the dream I had prior about Amber seems to be becoming more and more real, I can't shake the feeling anymore I need to get to the bottom of this but definitely not with the police, My appetite started to falter now my mind is completely occupied. Checking my fridge at every detail to cook with until I heard a creek, something creeks up the stairs shooting a cold wave straight to my chest.

Unmoved I wait right where I remain staring into nothing to make sure my ears didn't deceive me or if I would hear it again. The burgundy curtains brings a gloomy darkness in the kitchen giving the illusion that I'm surrounded by shadows. Eerie enough I don't hear the creek again but an unusual silence falls through, I'm terrified. Suddenly the house phone resounds and like a speaker fills up every corner of the house with noise earning an involuntary shriek from my throat.

Th-the phone, it's -it's working. Shakily I sprinted towards it, I hated how every king of my body and fingers violently shook.

"H-hello" I breathed sniffling.

"Analisa" came the cracking voice of a man.

"J-Justin?" My breath was knocked out of my lungs and a sob broke out of me "Justin, it's you, are you ok? Where are you?

"You're home?" It's almost as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yes I'm here, I'm here where are you? I'll come get you".

"No" flatly "I need to go" with that the line disconnected leaving my heart hammering in my chest, my Justin he's ok, however a part of me felt like he wasn't to happy knowing I was.

My emotions took over and I was now sleepy, my appetite is completely gone leaving me with a pulsating headache. I hung up the phone started to head over for my room when the temperature suddenly dropped once more and that feeling returned, the closer I got to my room the darker it was and colder it's like something was telling me to not go Inside. Creaking my door open and analyzing I was able to take a small sigh knowing no one was there, my eyes quickly darted to the window where I saw the figure.

Strangely it was just an old jacket, but when did I hang it? I'm about to head over to it when I caught something on the bed, my steps and movements froze and a new level of fear set its course. I want to run and scream, but where? I didn't put this here why was it there? Who did it belong to and more importantly how did it get here?

A brand new phone still in its box with a paper next to it, iPhone 13 to be exact. I can hear my heart in my ears like a beating drum my breath hitching while Looking around hastily. I pick up the note and read word for word.

'Missed us kitten? Here's a gift, you wanted answers right? go ahead and open it and make sure to go to your photos."

Like a child on Christmas Day I'm ripping the card board apart until I get to the phone, my fingers shake tremendously gripping the phone with no cover. It's on and activated and I rush to get to the photos as instructed before it rang, with a squeal it fell to the bed, It rang and rang but I just stared suddenly a deja vu moment hits me.

I'm not going to do the same mistake twice.

Quickly answering it I waited until I heard a voice, "Kitten" That Russian deep voice I remembered sent chills to my spine as I let out a silent sob, no.

"Sh sh shh don't cry Kitten" his prominent accent is thicker than ever. "I know the instructions I have provided for you are clear and your just itching to open and find out just how much fun the Prince will be having with you in no time." I shudder at the thought sniffling.

"Not responding will only piss me off kitten, let's not make this hard." With a second Im fighting away the tears and clearing my throat.

With a whisper "Y-yes"

"Good kitten," there is a moments pause before a heard a slight thick chuckle in the background, Rich and deep it was like an expensive crisp red wine. It couldn't be.

"I see you heard that, and I bet you already know who that voice belongs too. Kitten you have upset the Prince there is no telling what he will do to you once your in his grip". My body grows weak hearing that innuendo Although the threat was loud and clear a part of me couldn't help but remember just how strong and powerful Rafael is.

Veined calloused hands roughly keeping me at his mercy, no where to go no where to run. A steamy breath escaped my lips and p***y clenching involuntarily making my thighs tighten once I felt the liquid pooling between my legs.

"Kitten are you, getting wet? Let me guess the thought of Rafael?" His voice gets deeper and more seductive as he speaks to me about the man my body desperately craves. That feeling than suddenly returns but this time I welcome them.

"Let me give you a treat" dazedly I peek through my hooded vision, my brain feels high as It tried to wonder what he meant.

"Look up to that red dot there above your door" I didn't waste no time, my brain remembered, for my eyes snap directly towards the flashing red light without missing. How does he know? My eyes didn't deceive me before, that is how that feeling kept coming about. But that eerie feeling followed me everywhere in the house was this only in the room?

"Say hi to it for me"

"H-hi"

Dark chuckles are heard in the background along with his "Say hi to your Prince"

All the oxygen left my lungs and My eyes widened to saucers "wh-what"

"Mmm that got your attention, say hi to your Prince, his eyes are raking your body as we speak ... does that make you happy?" A villain he is, I should be scared this is a major violation to my privacy, maybe if I just slowly walk away from the line of vision I'll be set free. But do I want to?

My eyes look up from the camera back to the door. "I wouldn't ... Zaika" a small moan escapes my lips, my p***y licks painfully. That's it, that's my submission.

"Lay down for him" the roll of his tongue raised goosebumps on my skin shivering my back vibrating my p***y all at once.

"For him?" I breathed back

"Show him just how bad you want him to handle you and don't be shy, he knows just how submissive and nasty you can be".

Could he be referring to?

At this point i am certain all the answers I was searching for is now in the back of my head, all I can focus on now is this ache in between my legs the hardening of my n*****s.

I waste no time whether it is true or not I didn't want to test the limits; slowly lying back I find myself shivering with anticipation for my next order. What else does he want me to do? My body is his, I lost all control.

"Mmm those clothes are annoying" for a second it's like his voice got deeper with a thicker accent that drips like chocolate slowly. Raf?

"Yes, Zaika" a breath released - oh my - the electricity travels like a stream through my blood awakening my adrenaline, before I knew it the clothes I had on suddenly became a nuisance to my body; fabric irritating my skin. With an urgency I stripped completely naked breast threaten to cut off my oxygen as they slap against each other towards my chin. n*****s ready and hard, shorts and panties lingering in my right ankle.

"Good" rich slow and maniacal, has my brain tricked me. So be it.

"Raf" I moan out lowly.

"Open them". My legs fall open like it has no bones I can feel just how swollen my core is without even touching it.

"Eaasyy" my fingers so bad want to soothe this swollen nerves that itch for a release. "Hmm, it's pink for chocolate vimin too"

Chocolate covered strawberries.

My body is in need; scorched from the unbearable heat and deprived of a touch, his touch. I remembered it well the dark aura that flowed around him when he entered my office, I could feel the devil's energy behind his blue orbs that penetrated my soul with the intensity of his gaze melting my purity I held onto for years. The touch of his hand that swallowed mine blew away my innocence like breeze to paper, large and calloused, a hand made for destruction. Is this a secret that women carry on the low? Or was this my way of loving to be overpowered and challenged?

"Mmm go deeper" my eyes slowly opened halfway, had I already begun? I can't see past my breast but My fingers do feel warm and wet, it appeared my hands began while my mind thought of the man.

"Tell me Kitten, how does this make your p***y wet hmm? The prince is going to get aggressive with you" I moan to that thought, God what's wrong with me?

"You have no remorse do you? You just want him to be the one fingering you right now". My hips buck as drops of liquid followed by a swishy sound made him chuckle a bit. Oh my I'm really going in on my self.

Literally.

"Look at you, your dripping on the blanket. What is it that's really turning you on? What are you imagining him doing to you?"

Thoughts that I can never say out loud to anyone, but my head screams it loud and proud, the thick accent of this man as I close my eyes helps a ton to conjure up the mood. Me and Rafael sitting in my office; a fantasy I would like turned into a reality. Atmosphere hot and steamy with the rich accent coated words rolling of his tongue, each thick r sound he makes is an aphrodisiac in my core licking painfully in the c**t, dark aura prominent as powerful.

Intense gaze will strip away the purity, I will call out his name in a desperate whine. My body implores him to look where I want him to look, opening my legs slowly exposing my bare p***y; swollen and achy, juices are overflowing from the need as it drips to the floor from my leg. He makes a move to ease himself in between his legs, palming the rage within his pants.

"Raf" I moan.

'Zaika' he will respond slowly, "open them for me, open your legs let me see how bad you need me"

Legs parted; I lean back in a birthing position, my breasts feel a draft and loose come to find out my top is lowered for me.

'Come here' he whispers eyes locked onto my eyes, if this is the part where I run from danger than I'll die happily. My legs will wobble from the intensity and need getting closer to him will be like a king on his throne; power from every step. My body shrinks to a submissive fear Once I'm near, cologne making my head spin, adjusting his trousers and leaning back he pats his right thigh slow with a stern expectant gaze as if I'm supposed to know what to do next. I don't.

His patience will be gone and with a flash I'm forcibly turned around my ass landing on his manhood and even then my height was the same. My skin is burning; he's touching me, not just my hand my body - where it belonged.

A Veined hand will keep me still at the waist while the other violently molds my breast, oh God the pain -it hurts so good- My head will fall on his chest defeatedly, letting my body surrender.

'Touch me Raf, please please just touch me touch me' I'll whine spreading my legs for him to begin his assaults on my body he wasted no time And with a chuckle his gun is whipped out disappearing Half way in me whilst the hand unmercifully tugs on the pointed pebbles.

He's edging me, although his hands are shredding my body his body language is calm occasionally whispering inappropriate things in my ear and groaning, I want more. Grinding my ass on his painfully awakened Manhood Moans leave my throat.

'You like this' he whispers; the dark rich accent itself will ignite an unsatisfactory feeling to have him and I grind faster and deeper. The response I get back from the organ is hungry, hot and ready to burst I feel him throw his head back growling. Soon the gun is now disposed and he plunged his fingers within unmercifully jabbing my G spot with the great power he posses. By then his fingers are creamed up before I could utter my words

Take me.

My eyes snap open from A dark chuckle that pulls me from the fantasy, "You really are nasty there, Kitten." My fantasy withers away and the reality slaps me in the face; exposed and needy with fingers caressing my womanhood. A overwhelming exhaustion overtook me after Slamming my legs shut.

How hard did I come?

"Make sure you be at your office tomorrow kitten he'll be waiting." The line dies and so does my system.

My slumber was disturbed with a sound of a slamming of a door that shakes my body in freight, my eyes open to an unseeable darkness, how long was I out? The fear in me renders me still as I wait for another noise, my heart is ready to burst when my ears picked up heavy footsteps in the living room. I carefully feel around the bed until I can find the phone to call 9-1-1

"Analisa" came the soothing sound of a familiar voice.

Justin?

My breathing is broken and with tears in my eyes I nearly tripped rushing to the door, how I have missed him how I need him.

There he stood, dark clothing of joggers and a sweat shirt, tall masculine physique over towers my height with dark crimson hair in a high pony tail that colors his pale complexion. Green orbs scan around his home until they land on me a sudden glint of disbelief flashed in his eyes until it relaxes.

"Just-"

"Come here" he breathed.

A part of me succumbed to the demand slowly I walked to him until I reach his chest, Green vs brown are eyes are locked until my vision blurred into tears. How much I have missed him I'm ready to fall until I felt his hands wrap around my body.

"It's ok, I'm here".