My mouth was watering as I anticipated consuming her but first, I had to see a little more.

And I had to make sure not to fuck her.

“Puca,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She blinked up at me, her green eyes burning brightly. So greedy. She didn’t ask a question so I didn’t respond. Instead, I got my tools. The ropes and the toys. I tossed them on the bed but she didn’t bother looking behind her to see what it was. Instead, she was eyeing the grand room. It was the largest place in the condo and it looked very similar to her own place. Lacey hummed, a smile stretching over her face as she eyed the marble floors.

Finally, she saw the adult swing and tipped her head to the side while eyeing it. The real Viktor had it in here before I ever arrived. I ignored it at first, but then I’d begun to imagine Lacey in it. It would be easy to access whatever part of her I wanted while she was sitting in it, limbs all spread wide, a helpless animal in a trap.

The ropes were an additional necessity to keep her more restrained. People had the tendency to thrash as they were eaten alive.

There was no more getting away for Lacey. This was the final act of our play, culminating in the grand finale.

Just don’t fuck her, I hissed to my throbbing cock.

“What is Puca? It sounds familiar. Is that what you are?”

“Puca is who I’ll always be,” I said. “But I’ve also been many others.” She flicked her eyes to me, looking unimpressed. I gave her a toothy smile, my gaze dragging down to the swell of her breasts.

“That looks fun,” she said, pointing at the swing.

“Perfect place to discuss the contract. You should get in it,” I said. “Though I do already have something drafted up.” I pointed over to the large white desk near the windows. On top was a short contract, the normal baked-up thing I did. Usually, these contracts concluded with my death. This time it was written a little differently. No death necessary. She would get everything good Viktor Melnyk had.

She wouldn't understand if it had said “on my death or disappearance” so I had to leave that part of it out. She popped up and went over, grabbing the contract and reading it over.

“Are you Viktor or Puca?” She asked as she scanned the legalese and noted my signature already on the paper.

“Yes,” I answered with a grin. She shot me an unamused look.

“No riddles.”

“I promise I’m not spouting riddles,” I said, crossing my fingers over my heart. I had plans for Lacey. The swing first, bound and whimpering as I used toys on her and explored every hole. I needed to see it all. My cock ached in my pants at the thought. There was so much I needed to see and now was time to force all those sights out of her.