(Karsten)
What an intriguing woman Arata was. She never cowered, knew how to defend herself, didn’t fall into my feet, didn’t get provoked when I gave her a tough time and spoke her mind.
And she was curvy not the skeleton which women preferred to be due to the beauty pageants and fashion industry.
I wanted to play with her.
All the qualities I admired in a woman, Arata seemed to carry.
She went straight to her office and that’s when I logged into my alternative account and texted her. I had zoomed in earlier and found her username.
Opening the live camera footage on my laptop I watched her settle down in her chair and excitedly open the message I had just sent her.
’Desperate Princess.’ I could hardly control my laughter from slipping out. That was definitely not her real account. I observed she had started following mine about a week ago and liked every video I had posted.
My naive fake girlfriend was unaware that the man she was drooling over in her free time was her boss.
’Twisted Rider’ was my secret identity, my escape from the twisted and hectic world I lived in. A self-made persona where I was free to do as I pleased with no one to judge my behaviour or anyone to interfere with it. Only strangers drooling over me and my body with no strings attached.
I had millions of subscribers and my fans relished my content. Bikes were my passion and biker boys were every woman’s wet dream.
For the world, Karsten Chevalier was just a CEO who didn’t believe in love but no one was aware that he had a hidden side where he lived all his fantasies. Not only his fantasies but belonging to millions of other people as well.
When he felt generous he chose one woman as his lover for one night.
Well, this week it was going to be the woman next door. Arata intrigued me and those curves she had were worth exploring.
Only if she knew.
Serial killer? That’s where her mind went? I had to contain the chortle that threatened to escape me.
Her apprehensions made me smile again and I tried to ensure she had nothing to worry about. Her questions elicited rare smiles from me. I watched her through the secret camera, a blush covering her cheeks when I sent her the message that said.
I wanted to help her ride out her fantasies. And mentioned I wasn’t into corpses. Necrophilia was a thing but it wasn’t for me.
The way she tugged her hair back and pushed her glasses above her nose before typing a reply told me she was excited.
Was she as depraved as I was? I wondered what her kinks were and what turned her on. What took her over the edge? I now wanted to explore her hidden desires.
Nothing more beautiful than to make a woman moan when she screams her pleasures.
Arata would be challenging; she was not a submissive woman, and there was nothing I loved more than to earn the compliance of a stubborn woman. To break her with her permission and then put her back together in my colours. When they gave over control willingly and trusted me, the sweet, sweet dominance was what I craved, which bent them to my will.
I had so many submissive women to choose from. They would give themselves up freely but where was the fun in that? I loved a challenge and Arata was just that. Those resilient and intelligent blue orbs of hers revealed more than she ever did.
Velvet Haven will be the perfect place to meet her. The BDSM club was fancy, discreet and just up my alley. She will be safe there.
Her profile picture revealed she was into anime like me, so I decided to dress up like her favourite anime character with a little bit of my own innovations.
Ken Kaneki. Her answer put another smile on my face. Your favourite character revealed a lot about you. He was more of an anti-hero, a grey character. Knowingly or unknowingly she wished for grey instead of pure black or white. I could work with that.
Sealing the deal, I watched her press her legs together. My words stirred desires in her and now I was desperate to see how her body would dance under my touches.
I was going to be my fake girlfriend’s one-night stand, too, and she won’t even know it.
That brimmed me with satisfaction, turning off my laptop, I grabbed my coat and headed out.
She was just leaving her office, too, when I swiped my hand on the elevator sensor. Turning to give her a look of slight perplexity, I spoke as if I wasn’t expecting her and then waited for her answer. She collected herself before speaking.
"I was just packing up."
’Of course, you were Arata. Not that you were planning a secret rendezvous with a masked figure, aka your boss, whom you probably hate. Don’t worry, we will have a memorable time on Saturday.’
My thoughts were interrupted as the elevator dinged and I motioned for her to enter first so she could occupy the place where she felt safe.
Her knuckles tightened against the strap of her bag, a sign of being anxious. The elevator door closed and it started its descent. She snatched in a huge breath and then one again.
She was taking in my scent, I was sure of it. My cologne needed to be entirely different for the meetup. I decided to tease her and watch her reaction.
"It’s a limited edition, Eclipse Embers."
Startled, she asked. "What is?" Her long curved lashes fluttered at me as my head turned in her direction.
"My cologne," I said in all sincerity and watched with smug satisfaction as her round pullable cheeks hued pinkish as all the blood rushed to them.
I was right, I always am.
"..... I...what do you mean?" She recovered quickly.
"You were probably wondering, so I thought I would ease your mind."
Her blush deepened, she looked cute. I wanted to take that flesh between my thumb and index finger and pull.
"I wasn’t," she stubbornly replied and I was barely able to keep a straight face. A small scowl rested on her blemish-free face, except for that scar on her temple.
It was going to be fun teasing her.