Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you? Silly little thing. Did you think I wouldn’t notice your unlocked door? Your windows left ajar? Did you think I wouldn’t notice that you strip to your underwear before you close the curtains? Sweet silly little thing. You’ve just been Begging me to come for you. Begging me to open your door. Begging me to step silently down the hallway, and find the door to your room. Begging me to stand by your bed, watching the moonlight caress your bare flesh. You’ve been pleading with me to gently slip off your pyjama shorts. But now I’m here, and you’ve woken to my cock finding your sweet little hole, you cry? No tears, pet, just relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve coveted you for far too long. I’m just going to take what’s mine. I’ll be gentle if you’re good, my pet. If you’re soft, and pliant, and sweet. If you let my cock slip inside your warm, wet little hole. If you fight, I’ll have to be rougher, and it hurts me to hurt you, you know that don’t you, sweet little pet? But I think you are going to be good. Despite your fear, I hear the catch in your breath. I feel the excitement between your legs. You wanted me to come for you.
