ASTRID
I knew it: another game. I sit back.
Cayden leans in, closing the distance between us.
“I’m serious,” he says, his breath warm on my face, like the humidity before a summer storm. “I have no need to trick you; you’re my pet, I can force you into whatever I want.”
Then he reclines back on the fainting couch, kicking his legs up beside me, and closes his eyes.
“I suggest you take your chance, while you still have it,” he says, face as calm as if he’s truly sleeping.
I have no idea what to do.
This must be some sort of game. It must. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what it could be. Some sort of tease? Like he said, he could do anything he pleased with me. If he wanted to, he could simply order me to undress. Or maybe this is more exciting for him?
Well, I think bold
