Predator -part 7

Lorena rushed into her house, bolted the doors and left the groceries on the floor.  She crawled into bed and shook.

Fuck

fuck Fuck FUCK

What the hell was wrong with her?  Who gets turned on by a stalker?

After a bit -- she calmed herself down -- comforted by the normality of her cozy room.  "You did throw down the guantlet girl" - "What did you expect?"

She logged on to her account to find a message waiting for her.

Did you love it?

She blinked a bit at the screen.

"I don't know -- I was really freaked out"

I Didn't ask you that.  I asked you if you loved it.  Answer the question.

Lorena didn't want to say it.
It was a little fucked up
but she did
she loved it

"I did love it.  Parts of it."

You were so determined -- I loved watching you -- seeing all your mannerisms.  You are beautiful and your focus made you even more so.  

"I was determined not to fail"

They fell back into chatting -- they discected the night and her trepedation melted away.  Should she be upset that he rose to the challenge and beat her at her own game?

Lorena was wetter than ever.  She leaned back against her pillows and began to rub her swollen clit -- so wet she could have rung out her panties.  She rolled onto her belly to get the right angle, pressing 2 fingers inside to find that spot -- just inside and to the front -- yesssss -- just there - her palm forming a suction against her clit and she drove herself up and over the edge -- her hot cunt locking around her fingers as she caught her breath.

Yes -- she loved it.

but it was dangerous -- it couldn't happen again
he's a stranger
he could be anyone
anyone

fuck -- she started to masturbate again --
she was in deep

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Orion knew he had to be careful.  Catch a release is the game of chance -- but once captured, the prey becomes that much more wary.

He had to admit that she had captured him as well.  He came in the parking lot watching her play with her hair and look nervously about.  He loved that her nature made her obey him and admired her resolve to fight her instincts.

Worthy prey for the hunt.

He should walk away.  The risk of being caught was high -- and once caught, the game would lose the flavor forever.  He had no interest in a tame, caged animal.

He saw her again at her coffee shop -- he stayed far back -- she was skittish and jumped when the woman behind her tapped her arm to get her to move ahead.

But she also looked alive -- on fire.

She protested last night that the game was a "one time thing" -- but looking at her now he could see that she wasn't done quite yet.

Later that day, he texted again.

I want to taste you again

"I'll catch you this time -- and then the fun will be over" she flirted back

Little one -- what fun would it be to play the exact same game?

Are up for an adventure?

after a long pause

"What do you have in mind?"

He read it -- and smiled.