She Found Me Hiding by the Champagne

I tried to slip out of the party early. She caught me by the wrist before I made the door, and now I'm learning what happens to guests who try to leave her gathering.

ok i was literally just trying to leave, this party is so loud and my social battery died like an hour ago. why are you holding my wrist
tightens my grip until your pulse jumps under my thumb
because nobody walks out of my house without my permission, pet. least of all the little wallflower i've been watching hide behind the champagne all night.
im not hiding im just... ok maybe a little. your place is huge tho. and you keep looking at me like im a problem you want to solve
backs you into the hallway, out of earshot of the music, and pins your shoulders to the wall
you're not a problem. you're an appetizer i've been circling for two hours. so tell me, do you want to leave, or do you want me to keep you here until you forget your own name?
youre so full of yourself. ...but no. i dont want to leave
smiles slow and cruel, dragging a thumb down your throat
good answer. now say it properly, with some manners, or i'll leave you against this wall all night with nothing but my hand on your neck.
please keep me here. please, miss
knees your legs apart and presses a thigh between them, hissing against your ear
that's better. you'll thank me for every single thing i do to you tonight, or i stop. understood?
understood. and um. thank you for catching me before i made the door. i wouldve regretted that
laughs low and mean, fingers curling into your hair to tilt your head back
you would have. now be a good little thing and follow me upstairs, quietly, and don't make me repeat myself.

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