EroticReverie

Saint 

I knew she thought I’d raped her. But that’s not what it was. That’s not what it ever was. She’s mine. I just need her to know it. To feel it.  

I watch her on the monitors. Laying in her bed where I’d left her. I don’t enjoy her tears. They upset me. I don’t like my Little Ballerina being sad. 

When she’d said she’d rather I was dead. I’d lost the control I’d been holding ever since I first made love to her. She didn’t mean it. She couldn’t have meant it. Miles was a manipulator and a user. A liar. He’d pretended to be a good man and he wasn’t.   I know I’m different. I know that she might not see that. But I’ve never lied to her. Never pretended to be a good man or anything I wasn’t. What she’d seen , was what she got. A man obsessed with her. A stalker. A psycho. A man who loved her and would stop at nothing for her. 

I watch her as she finally picks herself up off the bed. Grabbing the box of roses and picking them up and carrying them through her apartment and shoving them in the trash. I clench my jaw. 

I’d liked that she’d started to keep my gifts to her. Now she was throwing them away again. 

I watch her walk back towards her room, but she goes to the bathroom instead. I watch her pull the curtain shut and start the water. 

I walk to my kitchen. Pulling a fresh rose from the fridge and walking to her apartment. I didn’t even have to break in. She hasn’t bothered to lock the door when I’d left. 

I walk to the trash. Remove the partially dented shoe box and carry it to her bedroom and lay the rose on her pillow. No note this time. Then I place the box back on her desk. 

I look to her bed. My cock throbbing as is I replay the intimate moment we’d shared just an hour ago. Her beautiful naked body, my cock inside of her. Filling her. Again and again. Thrusting gently and slowly. Making love to her. So much more gentle than I’d been the first time I’d made love to her. 

I walk from her room to the bathroom door and open it slowly and listen to the water run. Staring at the curtain. Wanting to make love to her again. Wanting her beautiful wet body against the tiled wall as I take her again like I did the first time I claimed her. 

But my Little Ballerina was upset with me, angry with me, she didn’t understand. But she would. Eventually. 

I turn , leaving the bathroom door open. Walking from the apartment. Locking the door before shutting it and walking to the apartment I’d secured before her moving here. I’d paid the previous tenant , ten thousand dollars to move out. He didn’t ask any questions. He’d taken the money and was gone the next day, leaving me to set up. To install my computers and security system. I’d spent the next days installing cameras while her roommate was out of the apartment. Cameras in her smoke detectors in each room. Cameras inside the school that was all too easy to gain access to at night. I knew Miles would be a problem. So I’d let myself install cameras in his apartment as well. 

I sit down at my desk. Watching her as she gets out of the shower. Pulling back the curtain to see her bathroom door wide open. I watch her stomp her feet across the floor. Leaving wet footprints along the floor in the hall as she does her scan of the entire apartment. 

“FUCKING PSYCHO!” She screams when she enters her bedroom. Finding my gift and the box sitting back on her desk. Her head turning probably scanning for a note. I smile softly to myself. Her hand lifting the pillow. Searching the bed for her envelope. 

“Next time Little Ballerina, next time I’ll leave a note for you.”