"Shhh... take it like the good girl you are."
"I'm a good girl?" I whispered.
He gazed up at me, eyes glowing in amusement. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"
My eyes glistened with his reflection.
"I can prove it to you," he answered, "but I'll...
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Paris
I was shuffling through my nightstand, smiling wickedly as I pulled out some ropes and some vibrators.
Riley went back to her room all sad, thinking I was messing with her or something.
I wasn't.
I pulled out the clit brush that I found in her nightstand, and I pulled out a big ass dildo that was somewhat grainy so it would rub against her and feel so much better than a normal one.
Ah... I was so mean.
She hadn't come before? Fine. It's normal.
She was just one of those girls who needed extra time with the vibes and the fucks.
She'd come eventually.
I wanted to push her to her limit.
Right as I closed the nightstand drawer, a flash of light beamed through the sky, followed by a crackling thunder.
Oh, that was right. There was a storm tonight, wasn't there?
But there was a large thud in the room next to me, followed by a painful scream.
My heart stopped when I dropped all the toys.
Oh, shit.
And I darted out of my room, busting through Riley's door until it slammed against the wall as I scanned the room.
Shit, shit, shit.
She was gone.
Fuck.
Another flash of light burst through the window, and the thunder boomed through the city.
But right as my panic settled in, I heard another scream that trailed off into a sob.
What?
But I followed the sound, circling around the bed and hearing faint sobs as I got closer to the source.
Another flash of light, another booming thunder.
The glass tables in this room rattled with it.
"No!" a girl cried. "Stop it! Stop it!"
Was someone hurting her?
I finally stopped at the end of the bed, finding Riley under the desk at the left side of the bed, curled up with herself as she covered her ears.
Who was she scared of?
"Riley," I said, scanning the room for threats as I made my way to her, "what's going on?"
She never responded, just held herself under the table and pressed herself to the wall as if she was attempting to melt into it.
"Riley..." I murmured, "is there someone in here?"
