Prologue

On the day of the winter. The sun has set, the night started to become even colder than before. Rubbing my hands together and hugging the comforter on my body. I couldn't seem to understand why my fiancé left me with that man, and why his girlfriend left him with me. 

He's walking around the house but I'm not paying much attention to him, afraid that I might have inappropriate thoughts. 

He's been bugging my mind the moment we met, I cannot even remember the day that I didn't fantasize about him whenever I'm with him. I also do not know why he makes me vulnerable, it's like I'm discovering another me. A new side of me. 

'I can't entertain the nasty thoughts I have about him, I already have a fiancé! This cannot continue!' 

I snapped back to reality when I heard his voice behind me, “I'm going to for a while, we're running out of wood.” He said. 

I did not even spare him a glance, I just nodded in reply. I can't look at those eyes, the last time I did I was about to kneel in front of him and obey him because of the hunger in his eyes. 

I can feel his gaze on me, waiting for me to say more. But I remained silent. After a few seconds, I already heard the door close making me sigh in relief. I'm not comfortable with him in this cabin. I don't even know why I'm still here when I can just call my fiancé to pick me up. Maybe because I feel about leaving him here? Yeah. Maybe. But I know deep inside of me the real reason why I don't want to leave this place. 

It's because I want to be with him, even if we're only talking when we need something from each other. I sighed at the thought that my 'need' is much deeper than when he asks me what I wanted to eat, what are the things that I like, what I wanted to do, and I catch him asking me things that are always being asked when you're on a date. I find it fascinating.

The fact that he wanted to get to know me, is something that I've always been imagining. It's like he's interested in me, but there are always these thoughts that are inside my head. Warning me that he has a girlfriend. That he's off-limits. That I have a fiancé and many more. I hate it. I hate the fact that I can't be with him, I hate the fact that she can touch him freely. I hate the fact that she's his girlfriend. And I hate the fact that... I'm not his. And he's not mine.

I can feel that he also wants me, but he's holding it in because he respects my relationship with Andrew. Which is good, but why does it feel like I want him to take me away? Why does it feel like the more I avoid him, the more my desire for him grow? 

I sighed thinking that I might be a pervert, lusting over a man who's straight and has a beautiful petite girlfriend. They're perfect for each other, so why would I ruin something good? Something perfect? 

I might be crazy because I'm suddenly turned on by my imagination which is him—spanking me, punishing me for disobeying him. I stared at the fire silently then closed my eyes. Feeling the warmth. But then my mind started to wander, 

“Did I tell you to come?” He asked. 

I flinched at his voice that's full of authority. I bit my lower lip in the process. 

“Answer me, baby.” He slapped my inner thigh. “N-no, daddy.” I gasp at the sudden contact of his hand on my thigh. 

He smirked and caressed my inner thigh, not touching my private part. “You're naughty. Should I punish you?” he asked teasingly making me gulp. 

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whispered in response. He continued to smirk as he slowly leaned down and licked my chest making me yelp. 

My mind continued to wander and I didn't even know that I'm already touching myself. Moaning his name as my hand started to move faster. 

I threw my head back due to the sensation I'm feeling. Biting my lower lip and curling my toes as I continued to pleasure myself, playing with my entrance. 

I did not even notice the time as I continued to do it, I was too indulged in the moment. Imagining him inside of me, moving fast and hard. I can't help but moan loudly. 

Minutes have passed and I've continued to pleasure myself without even thinking about anything anymore, My body is sweating hard and the couch is a mess. My eyes remained closed, I didn't even feel the pain when I suddenly collapsed on the floor without even halting to pleasure myself. I moaned his name continuously whenever I would reach the peak of pleasure. 

But then, I heard the door open and his voice. “Hey, I have the wood already and—holy sh*t.” he paused,

I opened my eyes almost immediately and my blood went cold at the realisation that he saw me touching myself while moaning his name. I immediately covered my body and looked at his face. 

I can see the burning desire in his eyes, then he dropped the wood and stood up straight while staring at me as I watch his adam's apple move as he gulps. Then he opened his mouth, “What are you doing?” he asked. 

I gulped and looked away, “T-that's none of your business!” I shouted. I could see the smirk on his face out of the corner of my eyes. “It is MY business, I just heard you moan my name earlier. I thought I was just hearing things but, I wasn't,” he replied teasingly. 

'God his voice sounds hot when he teases me.'

“J-just leave me alone!” I shouted again but all of a sudden, I felt him walking towards me. I turned to look at him and saw him removing his clothes one by one as he continued to approach me. 

“You don't know how long I've been dying to see you naked. Moaning my name. And whimpering under me.” He smirked making my heart pound. 

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!