I keep watching, keep working my pussy, eager movements driving me closer and closer to an orgasm I know I shouldn't have. On an impulse, I reach out to the coffee table next to my desk and open its drawer. With shaky fingers, I search for my favorite toy, but it's not there.

I push the laptop away and take another look in the drawer, but there's nothing. This is so freaking weird. Why do I keep forgetting where I've put my stuff?

Not wanting to waste precious time looking for the toy, I use my fingers instead. The woman on my laptop is being ball-gagged now, and the man is fucking her. I'm so close I can feel my release on the tip of my tongue. So close, but never quite there.

Right then, there's a knock on my front door.

The cats race to the entrance, and I curse softly under my breath, closing my laptop. I rush to the sink to wash my hands, but the knock comes again, louder and more insistent this time.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What if it’s my neighbor? The old lady always complains about how loud the cats are.

In a panic, I suck my fingers clean instead and open the door in nothing but my cat pajamas and my soaked wet panties.

"Nice outfit." Jasper’s lips tilt in a smirk as he gives me a onceover before stepping inside my apartment.

I step aside because I don't expect it, and he strolls in like he owns the place.

"Um, excuse me?" I hiss and cross my arms. "You can't just walk in here after ditching me earlier."

"I think I just did." He grabs an apple from my fruit bowl, tossing it in the air and catching it as he stares at me. "Don't tell me you didn't want me to come back here for you, Petal."

"That's a door you closed by leaving the first time. Literally." I motion to the exit. "And you're going to do it again, right now."

"I'm not leaving."

He takes a few bites of the apple and we stare at one another. He's fucking taunting me, and I don't know whether I love it or hate it. Finally, Jasper finishes his apple and tosses it in my bin before walking up to me. He lets out a breath, pushing my hair off my shoulder to reveal my collarbone. I exhale as he dips a finger in the hollow of my throat, continuing his journey from my neck to my shoulders.

"You love it when I touch you, admit it already."

"I..." I want to defy him, but I'm powerless to his touch. Only when he lifts his fingers am I capable of uttering, "I think you should get going, Jasper."

"Why, of course." He smirks again, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me. "You really want me to leave, I'll go."

"I do," I grit out.

"Too bad I don't believe you." He places his palms on the wall either side of me, effectively caging me beneath his strong, muscular body. "I think I have a better way to prove it."

"What's that?" My gaze fills with fear. "Jasper, don't..."

"Don't what?" I don't answer, but my eyes stayed glued to his, silently begging. "I'm just going to check how wet you are between your legs. I just want to see if you want this or not. That's okay, right? You want me to do it, don't you?"

His tone is so delicious, it makes me flush. He's dangerous. There's something off about the man, and though I can't quite put my finger on it, I know he could really, really hurt me.

"I..." I say again, but this time my voice trails off into nothing.

"You don't have to say it," he mutters. "I know how hard it is to think with that pretty little head when you're this fucking horny, Petal."

I don't have time to question his strange nickname, because he flattens my body against the wall. One of his hands goes to my throat, just like in the video I was watching before. The other pulls on my pajama bottoms and my panties, and he looks down inside them with his lips inches away from mine.

"Have you been touching yourself?" His words make me flush, heat spreading from my cheeks down over my neck.

I shake my head, shooting daggers at him yet still unable to utter a single word.

"Don't lie to me. That pussy didn't get so wet all by itself..." He snatches my hand in his grip, lifting it to his lips. "I can smell your cunt on your fingers, Georgina."

"Please don’t say that." He's pushed me too far, crushing any of my limits. I wrestle from under him and point to the door with a shaky finger. "Leave. Now."

Mr. Bingley sneaks up to us, cuddling against Jasper's legs and making me look decidedly uncool in front of my failed date.

"He doesn't want me to go," Jasper mutters, then, without warning, sucks one of my fingers into his mouth. He stares right into my eyes as he licks along my fingers, sucking the tips until I have to forcibly hold my moans. My free hand’s nails dig into the flesh of my palm, and I bite my tongue so I don't make a single noise. I can't let him see what he's doing to me. I already know he'll use it to his advantage.

"I'm going to fill you up with my cum tonight," Jasper whispers in my ear and I do my best to resist the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body. "And you're going to fucking love it. You're going to beg me to do it again and again, aren't you?"

"You’re crazy." I struggle against him. He doesn't make a single move to stop me from escaping, but his muscular body is like a slab of marble. There's nowhere for me to run. So, I stay caged there, glaring at him, hoping he'll leave and fuck me at the same time.

"Why are you so fucking stubborn, Pet?" The new nickname he has for me makes my heart race. Not that I'd ever tell him that. After all, I have my reputation to protect. "You really don't want to admit it? That your cunt aches for me? That your body yearns for me? That your mind is just fucking begging to be broken in?"

"You have no idea what you're talking about." I cross my arms in front of my body, elbowing him out of the way. He takes a step back and I regret it instantly. "I want you to leave now. You've outstayed your welcome, Jasper."

"Okay then, I'll go."

Well, fuck.

I bite my lower lip in frustration and Jasper watches me with a cocky smile playing on his lips. He knows exactly what he's doing to me.

Staring at him, I watch as he slowly turns away, his hand reaching for the doorknob. A playful, almost boyish smirk plays on his lips. "Have a great life, Georgie."

I don't want him to go.

I really, really don't want him to fucking go, and it's taking everything I have in me not to call out after him and beg him to stay. I don't know what kind of game he's playing, but it's fucking with my head.

His hand lingers on the knob before slowly moving down and turning the key in the lock. With ease, he slips the key out of the lock and puts it in his pocket. "Just kidding, Pet. I'm not going anywhere. And you're going to strip for me, right now."

I blush furiously, the thought of getting out of these cat-printed pajamas right in front of him is such a turn on. I want him to look at me. I want him to see every inch of my bare skin, and then feel it, run his fingertips all over me and fuck me with them like he owns me. Like I'm nothing but property. His property.

I'm on the verge of begging before I remember his task. Slowly, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my pajamas, then pull them down in one motion, before I can change my mind.