Bad Girls Don't Cry

Chapter 5

The story of the boy who cried wolf is an old tale of a bored shepherd who required the attention of the village people and sought it by crying that a wolf was attacking his sheep when it wasn't. The village people rushed to his aid a few times and he laughed at them for being gullible. Well, one day, the wolf actually attacked his sheep and the boy cried and cried but no one helped him. He was forced to fend for himself once the real danger came. These fables are great lessons, sure; but the moralities aren't often internalized until it's too late.

I met this one guy, Sam, at a friend's countryside wedding in a clearing in the woods. I was dancing by the bonfire when he fearlessly approached me with a sly smirk on his face.

"Hey... I'm Sam. I saw you dancing, thought I'd introduce myself."

"Uh huh..." I replied nonchalantly. I wasn't interested in small talk. I kept dancing, not looking at him. Sam wasn't fazed.

"I can see right through you. I can tell you have a secret."

"What kind of secret?" I asked, still not looking at him and I continued dancing in my sultry ways. It sounded like a cheesy pick-up line; everyone has secrets.

"You're a kinky girl, aren't you," he said as a statement, not a question.  I couldn't help but smile. I never could hide anything about myself from people. My masks dissolved faster than sugar in hot coffee; it was exhausting.
"I knew it. I could see it in your eyes."

I looked at him teasingly. "And what, you think you can handle me?" I replied in my usual instigating tone, a certain mockery in my voice egging him on. I knew just what to say to see what he was made of and if he could actually play The Game. He took a step closer towards me.

"You..." closer, "have no idea..." closer again until he was an inch from my face, then in a loud whisper finished with "what I'm capable of." His eyes were practically on fire; my breathing became heavy and I was warm all over. I stopped dancing. Adrenaline forced its way into me, picked up the little hairs on my arms and neck and I blushed a shy girl's smile. I took a step back, then another, and another, and he followed. We were entwined in this dance of cat and mouse and I so badly wanted to be caught. We talked about our fantasies and teased each other for hours around the flickering firelight. Eventually, we exchanged contact information to get in touch when we would be back in the city.

We came up with an exciting plan that involved him breaking in to my basement apartment when I slept in the middle of the night to dominate me. I told him all about the key under the rock in the shed beneath the stairs. He wouldn't tell me which night he would be there. He could be watching me for days planning his moment and the anticipation was delicious. The muscles deep in my belly contracted every time I thought about the moment that was coming. Sure, I knew it could be extremely dangerous; I was well aware of that, but it wasn't enough of a fear to keep me from living out the fantasy I had longed to experience ever since my sister told me that story all those years ago. I had my Safeword, after all. If I was to ever say the Safeword, everything had to stop, no ifs, ands or buts about it. I made sure he understood this crucial piece of information, to which he confirmed he did. All I had to do was wait.

I was restless. Days went by with no sign of Sam. I even searched the streets before I went to bed every night for about a week thinking I would outsmart him and be prepared for when he'd break in just to show him he was inadequate and that he'd have to try harder. I really thought myself so tough. I mean, sure, I had had experiences before that were jarring but never truly dangerous enough, and I had been disappointed so many times in the past by inadequate boys who couldn't keep up with me and give me what I craved. After about a week, I assumed he wouldn't come, that he'd chickened out or something. I scoffed; he's all talk. I had forgotten the thrill I had had when we had met and I returned to my boring reality; oh, how I hated it.