The House of facade ||18+||

Thu, 01 Jan 2026 06:32:52 +0000

His smirk was a slash of darkness in the dim light, a predator's promise. "What do you think, that you can run from me?" he asked, his voice a low growl as he advanced.

"Yo... you can't cage... m... me," she stammered, retreating with every one of his predatory steps. "I... I'll run again."

In a blur of motion, her back hit the wall, and he was there, a cage of heat and muscle. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a husky threat that stole the air from her lungs.

"Run as much as your pretty little legs can carry you, little dove," he whispered, the words sinking deep into her bones. "But every step you take will only make this sweeter when I catch you. And I will always catch you." He paused, letting the weight of his certainty press down on her. "When I do, I'm going to fuck you so thoroughly, so completely, that you won't be able to walk properly for a week. The only thought that will fill that beautiful head of yours is me. The only sensation you'll feel is my dick buried so deep inside you, you'll forget you ever existed without it."

A violent shiver traced its way down her spine. He took a step back, his gaze turning glacial.
"Now, it's your punishment time."

"P... punishment?" she breathed, the word a fragile plea.

"Strip!"