The first rule was, Don’t tell me when.
She said it so clearly the night she whispered the fantasy into my ear, her voice trembling with nerves and excitement.
“I don’t want to know,” she murmured, cheeks flushed. “I just want you to come in uninvited and unannounced.”
“And do what?” I asked.
Her breath hitched. “Whatever you want.”
“If we play this game, there’s no safe word. You don’t get to stop it once I start”
She didn’t hesitate. “I trust you.”
So I waited.
One week, then two.
And then, on a rainy Friday night, her front door wasn’t locked.
The house was dark. Just the faint glow of a lamp in the hallway. She lived alone, on the edge of the suburbs. A quiet, perfect little place she thought was safe.
But not tonight.
Not with me watching from the shadows.
She was in the
