I Want You to Want Me

Him

The night I found you was a lonely one for me. I sat on my uncomfortable stool, at my unfulfilling job, and dreamed of a life that felt unobtainable. Month after month I watch them come in, so routine you can set your watch by it. The first week they buy tampons, the second week make-up, 3rd week some sort of pain killer, and on the 4th week they buy chocolate. Do they even notice the pattern of their spending habits? CVS does, Walgreens does, and they market specifically around the cycle of women. They're only able to track that and market it so successfully because of the routine. The routine of last-minute tampon purchases and that urge to grab a Reese's at the checkout counter.

Day after day I sit here, watching the beautiful women, completely ignorant of their beauty and grace, going through their routine. I long for them, to solve their loneliness and mine, and yet none of them see me. None of them notice me, noticing them, until you.

You noticed me, noticing you. I remember the moment specifically, when you dropped the box of tampons on the counter and the largest bag of chips in the store. You looked stressed but also disconnected. Were you high? The slight tang of air around you reconfirmed my assumptions, you smoke a little weed to help with the cramps, don't you?

I remember you from the many weeks and months prior, you've been coming on the 2nd Tuesday of the month for at least a year now. So routine and yet you never stopped by the pharmacy for a birth control pick up. You almost always buy a Reese's cup, or two, but today you seem to have forgotten. I snickered to myself and casually tossed one on the counter, "On the house." I say with a wink.

The smile that blooms across your face is something I hope to never forget. Pure joy doesn't describe the look in your eyes. Acts of service? Receiving gifts? Is one of those a love language for you? You smiled while I finished ringing you up and bagged your items. We kept making eye contact and I couldn't help but wonder if you'd see me more in two weeks when you're ovulating. Would you see or smell how good I could be for you?

This is when I started tracking you specifically. At first, I was curious if you were really on such a steady cycle without any birth control. It took me 3 months to be certain you weren't stockpiling at the pharmacy. Then I started paying attention to your glow, to your stride. Your confidence when you're near ovulation is intoxicating. It takes every bit of my self-control to not ravage you each month when you come into the store, smelling of flowers and desire.

It's a Thursday in March when you share that you're going out of town for work. You're buying a full set of travel-sized soaps and excited about the trip. I ask you a few questions, is it for a seminar? Yes, a well-known one too. Are they springing for a decent hotel at least? Yes, the Hilton Garden. Do you know how much you've told me? I smile and keep up the chitchat as you pack up and leave. My phone is out of my pocket researching the seminar and nearby hotels before you've left the parking lot.

I book a room in the same hotel and arrive a day ahead of you. I spent a lot of time in the lobby the first night and tried to make friends with the night shift crew. Some part of me feels as if having them familiar with me will remove their suspicion when I am following you around the hotel. Much to my surprise, they are far more disconnected than I thought and spend most of their evening napping behind the tall check-in counters.

Her

I noticed you watching me while I was still at the mall. I think you were on the bench when I came out of Spencer's, did you see what I was shopping for? Maybe you did and that's why you chose me. Either way, I knew you were there, always right behind me but never there when I turned to look. Not knowing which person you could be was strangely the most exciting part.

As I walked to the restaurant, I made sure to take it slow and give you plenty of time to enjoy your hunt. The way your eyes penetrated me I could feel my primal urges to run and hide but this was too much fun. Was it wrong to enjoy being your prey? The heat rushing through my body told me it was wrong, wrong, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly wonderful. It took every bit of me to not touch myself discreetly as I sat down at the bar and felt your continued gaze digging into me.

Did you notice that I ordered a strong drink? It helped calm my nerves a little, the excitement of being your prey and the energy from your stare were making me shake a little. Who could you be? I casually looked around the restaurant and there's almost no one here but still, I can't tell who you are. It's been more than an hour now and you're still here, how badly do you want me?

When I ask for my check, I make sure to be a little loud and then take my time paying. I want you to continue your hunt, I don't want this to end! I'm weighed down with my shopping bags as I leave, slightly buzzed from the strong drinks, and high off the adrenaline of your continued presence.

It's a quick walk to my hotel, the lobby is as empty as the restaurant, and I can still feel that you're there. As I enter the elevator, I accept that this is most likely where we'll part as you won't know what floor I'm on or what room I am in. The realization makes me sad; this entire experience has made me feel so alive and, more than anything, horny! I press the button for my floor and wait, watching the doors closing I'm thinking about you, wondering who you are.

A split second before the doors close, A hairy hand appears and forces them back open. A tall man entered the elevator with their hat pulled down, not making eye contact or saying anything to me. From the reflection of the elevator doors, I can see him leaning against the back wall and even with his hat pulled down I can feel his eyes on me. I have no way of knowing if he is the same person who's been following me, but the intensity of his presence reignites all the excitement I've felt this evening.

"What floor?" My voice comes out as a squeaky whisper, it surprises me how submissive I feel in this moment.

His voice is a stark contrast to mine, deep and rough, "Three."

My hand reaches to hit the button and stops. The button is already lit because that's the floor I'm on. My heart rate skyrockets. It must be you, the one who's been watching me. I try to take a closer look at the reflection in the elevator door, but the polish has faded leaving you blurry. When the elevator dings, I feel myself jump from surprise. Did I hear you giggle at that? Do you know and enjoy how intensely hunted I feel right now? Do you enjoy knowing that my adrenaline is rushing, my body in full fight or flight?

The doors open and I step out into the small lobby for the floor. My shoes echo in the quiet night of the desolate hallways. I steal a glance back as I take a right towards my room, you haven't left the elevator, I can see your hairy hand holding the door open and the brim of your hat around the wall. I know you're watching me.

I listen for your footsteps, making my way slowly to give you time to map where I've gone. The key card makes a loud beep as my door unlocks, you're so close now I can see you in my peripheral, taking note of the room number. I don't know if you have a way of getting in on your own or if you're only taking notes to resume your hunt tomorrow, but I decided that I not only want you to want me, but I also want you to take me.

Upon entering the room, I gently closed the door, being sure to leave it slightly cracked so that the lock would not engage. I step back, considering what will happen next. Will you notice the cracked door and come in? What would we say? Wanting to be perfect for you, I step into the bathroom and begin undressing. As I am turning the water on for the shower, I feel a rush of cool air from the hallway flood into the hotel room and bathroom. My heart is pounding as I hear the hotel room door locks engaging, there's no turning back now.

Him

When you do finally arrive, I am one of the regulars sitting in the lobby, sipping coffee and people-watching. I take note of the hotel room number as they hand you your key and then leave to map your walk to the seminar. The first night I don't think you noticed me at all, you spent most of the night with your coworkers and friends, and one of the other women walked you back to your hotel room before she went onto hers. I could have had you that night if not for her.

It was your second night in the city I followed you on your shopping trip to the mall. I followed you to every store, watched you browsing, and was pleasantly surprised when I saw you looking at the vibrators in Spencer's. The knowledge that your fertile body was horny made me want you even more. I made my first mistake when I sat on the bench outside of Spencer's and watched you. Something about the way you glanced behind yourself, the look in your eye, I knew you felt me watching you. When you left the mall, I took my time following you until I saw you alone in the restaurant. You looked so lonely sitting there, your skin bright and full of the estrogen flowing through your veins. I knew you were near ovulation, didn't you? I sat at the bar but out of direct eyeline from you. Instead, I sat where I could easily watch your movements from the wall of mirrors against the back wall.

At one point I think you felt me watching you and you looked around, turning your entire body. I couldn't help but giggle to myself as I leaned my head out of the perspective of the mirrors. You can feel me, you can feel my longing for you based on the way you smile when you feel me.

You make a show of calling for your check when it's time, are you buzzed? I'm surprised at the idea that you may know that I'm watching you and you continue to make yourself more vulnerable to me. Don't you know what I want from you? What I'm capable of?

It's easy to follow you back to your hotel, I already know your room number. I decide at the last second to join you on the elevator, I couldn't resist not smelling you again, the intoxicating scent of your fertile pussy calling to me. I hang back while you go to your room, making sure to watch that your slightly buzzed, beautiful ass walking away from me.

Immediately, I noticed the lack of the locking click from your door. Are you asking me in? Do you even know who I am or remember anything about me? As I near the door I can hear the shower running. You've left the door open and now you're naked and even more vulnerable to me. My heart is racing as I enter the room and lock the door behind me, there's no turning back now.

Her

I prepare my body for you, washing every inch thoroughly. You share the room with me while I wash, the thin shower liner has become transparent as the water wets it, allowing you to watch me uninterrupted. I keep my eyes forward, enjoying the feeling of being your helpless prey, knowing there is no turning back for me or you. We're both about to get exactly what we wanted.

As I turn the water off, you finally move forward, your large hand appears on the shower curtain and pulls it fully open. I stand before you naked and wet, scared, excited, and helpless. You finally remove your hat, revealing the most striking blue eyes I have ever seen.

"What do you want?" I gasp the words, my heart pounding so hard I can feel it moving my entire body.

"To have you." Your tone is final, not a question or a suggestion but the final decision and I know that you will have me. You will have me in any way you want tonight, and I won't stop you.

I'm shivering from the cold of my wet skin, naked from head to toe, and washed specifically for you. I can still hear your voice in my head, To have you. Every part of me feels like it's shaking in anticipation of what happens next. I realize how truly vulnerable I am to you in this moment, your captured prey at your mercy.

Your hands are warm and grip firm but gentle as you wrap them around my shoulders, turning me to face the shower. My breath catches as your lips close in on my neck, kissing and licking your way from my shoulders up to my ears and back down again. The sensation sends shock waves through my body making me sway in your arms. I try to contain my moans worried it'll turn you off if I want it too much. It's a helpless cause as your tongue catches my ear again and I hear myself release a long, hungry moan.

My moans do something to you, I feel your grip tighten on my arms, your nails digging in slightly, the slight pain excites me much to my surprise. You pull me against you, my naked body shaking from cold and expectancy. I can feel how excited you are through your clothes, your cock is pressed into my ass so hard I wonder if you'll bruise me. I feel myself losing control, giving myself over to you completely.

Your every touch is making me squirm and moans give into small screams of pleasure. I become acutely aware of the heat between my legs and the firmness of my nipples. My entire body is screaming for you now, longing for the touch of your warm hands along my cold, exposed skin. My moans and screams of pleasure are echoing against the walls of the bathroom.

I'm still entranced when your hand comes over my mouth, silencing me. "Hush now, beautiful, save your throat for later." Your hand slides down from my mouth to my throat. The pressure from your fingers increases until my breath is a slight wisp of air between my lips. I feel your other hand wrapping itself in my hair, pulling my head back to look up at you and into your eyes.

My head is floating from the lack of air when your lips close in on mine. I'm taken in by your scent first, woodsy and sweet, you taste like a mix of bourbon and chai. The taste of your air is all I have to breathe as we kiss and I soak in every bit of it eagerly. The floating in my head worsens and I feel myself begin swaying in your arms as the darkness closes in on me. You must feel how weak I am because you release my throat and use it to grab one of my breasts, supporting my body as you do, two of your fingers grab at my nipple and twist it, the pleasure makes me gasp.

The overwhelming pleasure of the moment causes me to forget my role as prey. I suddenly turn my body to face you, lips still locked, you waste no time in running your big, warm hands all over my body. I wrap my arms around your neck, pulling myself up and into our kiss, pushing my lips hard into yours, I can hear myself moaning as my body screams for more of you.

I'm so lost in you that I don't notice you taking the cuffs from your pocket, I don't notice them until I hear the soft click click click of the first one around my wrist. The weight of the cuff surprises me, I break our kiss to look at what you've put on my wrist. Before I can protest, you force my other hand behind my back and again I hear the soft click click click of them tightening down.

"What a naughty girl you're being this evening." you growl into my ear, "I believe you want me to use your body for my self-pleasure," You pull my head back by my hair, forcing eye contact, "and I must admit, I can't wait to fill every single one of your holes tonight."

An excited smile flashes across my face, I didn't even know how much I wanted you to use me, to take me and make me yours in every way but hearing you say it to me, to demand it from me, I cannot help but beam with happiness and excitement for what is about to happen.

"I knew you were a dirty slut when I saw you today, buying things only dirty girls need." I'm not sure when you picked them up but your hand appears with my panties from earlier and you shove them into my smiling mouth. "Dirty sluts shave their pussies and buy new vibrators. Should we see how well your new toy works?"

You're rough with me even though I come willingly, jerking my cuffed arms and nearly half dragging me into the bedroom. A gentle shove is all that's needed to send me helplessly sprawling onto the bed, I bounce gently and settle on my side, watching as you take my bags from the mall and begin pillaging through them.

You find what you want, the extra thin vibrator I purchased from Spencer's and the brand new batteries needed to run it. As you're adding the batteries and finding the right setting, you choose the increasing intensity and pulsating option, I see something else in your hand, something that I had not purchased, a blindfold.

You must see the confusion in my eyes, "Oh this?" You say holding out the blindfold for me to see, "I brought this just in case you weren't as cooperative as you've turned out to be. Either way, I enjoy you not knowing what I'm doing to you, till it's done."

I want to protest this, to tell you that I want to see, want to witness you using me tonight but the panties in my mouth make it all come out as muffled nonsense. I try to pull myself up into a sitting position, using my elbows to raise my body off of the bed. You laugh menacingly at me and push me back over as soon as I start to make some progress. "What's wrong, Princess? Didn't think this through? Do you have an opinion on how you'll be used? That's cute." You're laughing still when you put the blindfold on me and shove me back onto the bed, forcing me onto my back, my cuffed arms under me.

Now you're sitting on my chest, I can't tell for sure but it feels like you're facing away from me. I can't move with your weight on me, even my strongest thrashing is a mere wiggle under you. Your firm grip is on my ankle now and I can feel a type of rubber going around one and then the other ankle, spreading my legs with something hard between my ankles, preventing me from closing them.

My mind is racing, how far will you go? What will you do to me first? You dismount my naked, bound body and I can hear you standing next to me. Are you undressing? I can the distinct sound of a zipper unzipping, my pussy begins to throb thinking of what you felt like pressed against me in the bathroom. The memory of how hard you were while you were kissing me. I wiggle and can feel my pussy is still dripping wet from our make-out session.

I feel the weight of your body on the bed now, your warm hand on my ankle, pushing my legs up into my chest. You move below me, positioning yourself directly under my ass. As one hand holds my bound ankles in the air, the other begins swirling around my pussy. I can feel one fingertip enter me, my extra silky smooth wetness welcomes you, and you drag your drenched finger up and down my pussy.

You repeat over and over again, flicking my clit and then back down to penetrate just your fingertip inside of me. Over and over again, I feel my clit harden and tingle with every passing flick. The heat within me is catching fire, my hips are now moving to the rhythm of your finger. My breath quickens and a small moan escapes my throat, I'm surprised that a single finger is driving my body crazy like this but still with each gentle flick of my click and gentle penetration of my pussy makes me want more and more.

I feel the heat building to a climax, my hips fully pulsating to your rhythm now, up and down. I'm no longer trying to hide my moans as I eagerly gyrate trying to quicken the pace. On one of these thrusts down it's not your finger that enters me, I can feel a thick hard tip pressing into me suddenly. The silky smooth wetness lubricates your cock as you slide in. My pussy gives way to you, stretching to fit your massive cock. It's the hardness of you that sends my body over the edge so that as soon as I felt your balls slap against my ass my body erupts into my first orgasm.

"Good girl," you whisper, "cum on Master's cock and show me how much you love it." You give me no time to recover from the orgasm, my body is still feeling the aftershocks as you begin thrusting in and out. I can feel you using the leg straps as leverage, folding my legs further into my chest and ramming your cock deeper and deeper inside. As suddenly and quickly as it did before, my body reacts to your every movement and I feel myself already beginning to climax again. I throw my head back into the pillow, relaxing every part of my body and allowing the pleasure and you to take complete control.