Good Girl

Ensnared by him

*Irene*

It’s been over a week since I spend the night at Benjamins, and to be honest he’s become an inescapable shadow in my mind. I can’t shake the feeling that he’s somehow embedded himself into my very being. I’ve spent countless hours obsessively searching for him online, scouring every platform for hints of his existence, but it’s as if he has vanished into thin air. No social media, no online presence… just a gaping void where a man who felt so real should be.. All I have found is some mentions about cases he has solved.

I’ve even returned to the pub where I had tracked him down, hoping against hope that he would walk through the door, that magnetic pull drawing me to him once more. Each visit has been a cruel reminder of his absence, the laughter and chatter of strangers only amplifying the silence that lingers in my chest. I’ve sat at the bar, nursing glass after glass of scotch, my thoughts spiraling into darker fantasies about him. I’ve dreamt of him, too…naughty, visceral dreams that leave me breathless and yearning when I wake.

And now, here I am, standing outside his home, my heart pounding in my ears. I gaze up at the facade of the building, its mundane exterior belying the chaos that churns inside me. What am I even doing? My fingers tremble at my sides, torn between the desire to knock on his door and the fear of what that might unleash. What would I even say? “Hi, remember me? The girl you had to take home because She Got drunk and fell asleep?”

I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts that swirl within. My gaze drifts to the windows, and I can’t help but peer inside, hoping for a glimpse of him. The curtains are drawn, but not completely, there is enough space for me to peek inside. A thrill runs through me; he could be right there, just out of sight, completely unaware of how consumed I am by thoughts of him.

As I become quite sure he isn’t home I step closer, the world around me fades, my heart racing in rhythm with my pulse. I scan the area, ensuring no one is watching, and then I find it… the doorbell. My heart races as I press it, the chime echoing through the stillness. I stand there, breathless, waiting for the sound of footsteps approaching, but the seconds stretch into eternity. No answer.

Disappointment washes over me, even if I knew he wasn’t there, but it’s quickly replaced by something darker, more reckless. I circle around to the back of the house, the thrill of the unknown coursing through my veins. My heart pounds with each step, and I feel a surge of adrenaline as I spot a small window on the side of the back door.

Without thinking, I smash the glass, the sharp sound shattering the stillness of the afternoon. I reach inside, my fingers deftly working the latch until I hear the satisfying click. The door swings open, and I step inside, my breath hitching in my throat.

The air inside is thick with the scent of him, a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Benjamin. I walk slowly through the house, letting my fingers skim the surfaces of furniture, feeling the warmth of his life echoing in this space. Every step stirs a sense of exhilaration and danger. I’m trespassing, but it feels electrifying… like I am with him.

I make my way to his bedroom, the door slightly ajar as if inviting me in. I push it open, and the sight that greets me sends a shiver down my spine. The bed is unmade, the sheets tousled, and I can almost picture him sprawled across them, his body taking up all the space, filling the room with his essence. I can’t resist. I allow myself to fall onto his bed, sinking into the soft fabric, and I inhale deeply, drinking in the intoxicating scent of him.

The moment I breathe in his essence, a rush of desire floods through me, igniting a fire that’s been smoldering since the day we met. I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting my imagination run wild. My thoughts spiral into dark fantasies of him, my body responding to the memories of his touch, the way he looked at me with that hungry intensity he tried to conceal.

I let my hand slide down my body, the fabric of my clothes feeling like a barrier I need to strip away. I’m lost in the fantasy of him… those strong arms, how I imagine he would grip my waist, how the heat of his body would feel against mine. As my fingers dance over my skin, I can almost feel his hands on me, exploring, claiming me.

I bite my lip to stifle a moan, the pleasure building within me. I picture him beside me, his gaze locked on mine as I surrender to the waves of ecstasy that wash over me. The thrill of being in his space, the danger of being caught, only heightens my arousal.

I can’t help but give in to the sensations, my breaths coming in quick gasps as I let the fantasy take over. I’m enveloped in a cocoon of desire, the weight of the world falling away as I focus solely on the pleasure coursing through me. I come undone, waves of bliss crashing over me, and in that moment, I forget everything… where I am, who I am, and the consequences of my reckless actions.

As I lay there, trembling in the aftermath of my release, the reality of my situation crashes back down. I’m alone in his room, but I’m also utterly consumed by thoughts of him. A shiver runs through me… not just from the pleasure, but from the realization that I’ve crossed a line I can never uncross.

But I can’t bring myself to feel regret. Instead, I’m filled with a sense of longing, a desire to know him more, to explore the depths of the connection that’s sparked between us. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of my actions, only deepens my obsession.

As I gather my breath, I know one thing for certain: I’m in too deep, and there’s no turning back now. The darkness that surrounds my thoughts is intoxicating, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if I let him find me here. Would he be angry, or would he pull me into his embrace, claiming me as his own?

The only thing I can be sure of is this… Benjamin has ensnared me, and I’m not ready to escape just yet.