I’m in my office, looking over video footage from Allure last night. I need to be concentrating on who is coming and going, but instead, all I can think about is Little Red, and her soft, flushed skin. The way she was splayed out across this very desk last night, open and fucking perfect for me. It is what my dreams are made of. I’m too old to want anyone so perfect, sweet, and innocent, yet I do. I like that she does everything I ask her to. Her obedience is a big turn on, as is her willingness to please me. In return, I would do fucking anything for her. I yearn for her when I don’t see her, and at night, I can’t move from my fucking armchair, my obsession with this woman growing by the day.

I watched her small snores for a while last night as I wondered what she was keeping from me. She has been honest with me from day one, so it wasn’t hard to see her falter. Her hesitation at explaining why she was in the bath at 3am concerns me. Something doesn't sit right with me, and I don’t like secrets. Maybe I was too rough with her here in my office, or later when I exploded in her pouty mouth. Her body may have been in a rush of adrenalin or something. Having your first orgasm followed quickly by a second one could have been too much.

She seemed to enjoy our activities, and I was careful not to push her too hard, even though all I wanted to do was slam into her over and over and over again. Maybe she was regretting our encounter? Maybe her body was aching? These questions continue to filter through my mind on repeat as my eyes look over the grainy nighttime vision. Seeing no one of interest, my eyes are glued to the screen as my mind continues to wander to a few weeks ago, the bruise on her face and hip when she fainted after a hot shower. At the time, I put it down to her not eating much, since she was stressed about the new situation she was in. Fuck, I have no fucking idea.

I can hear her now, out in the kitchen with Leo. She is blabbering on, Leo sitting up at the breakfast bar, completely enthralled by her. Although he still remains speechless, he no doubt is reacting to her in his own way. Their connection is amazing, instant, but Little Red has had that effect on us all.

It is a new feeling for me, something I never felt with anyone else, including my ex-wife. Just the thought of her has me bristling. I feel equal parts agitation, disgust, and empathy when I think of her.