Heart In A Cage

Prologue

The man watched the lady every day, and she didn't know.

Being behind windows that displayed posing mannequins had hidden him from her view—allowed him to be reassured that in the entire six months he'd monitored her, she was oblivious to his eyes trailing her every move to and from different sections of the mall's corridor.

When she walked past, his head would snap away from the glossy limestone tiles of the clothing store he had a duty to run, and his hands would slip out of the pockets of his navy-blue or grey or sometimes even black jeans.

His body would stiffen when he saw her. All of it—his shoulders, his chest, his arms, his legs, and even the space between his thighs. But he wouldn't dare shift out of position and remaining hidden wasn't the only reasoning for that.

She strode with elegant features, her unbound wavy hair bounced with every step, and the way her lengthy figure curved at the waist amused him. He had just wanted a secure observation of her without his impulses to chase her driving him through the mass of customers and right into her path. And most times, he also dreamt of fucking her.

She was going to become his.

Today was a different day, though. The store was more packed than usual. People were meandering through the store cluelessly, between the tables and racks, exploring what new expensive variety of clothes were up for offer. It was his cue to stop gawking through the glass windows and walk out the entry doors. None of the employees would notice, and if they did, they wouldn't do anything to stop their boss.

The lady wasn't aware that she was being shadowed as she twisted through the dense crowds. That when she arrived at a sex store, the man was at her feet. He kept his place at the end of the aisle, reluctance binding him to the floor. He didn't know that she would have loved meeting someone new. A tall, bulky male especially.

She was mad, eager, and—most importantly—horny. Her boyfriend was a dick, and today she told herself she wouldn't go home to him. He sent her on another tiresome mission to the mall, requesting that she comes home with condoms and a list of groceries he'd constructed based on what snacks and treats were found most appealing to his taste buds.

Most of the items in their house were bought on the boyfriend's demands to his lady. She hated being his personal shopping cart. Expectance to visit the mall everyday was draining. And because of her aching muscles and the appalling prospect of having to please him in bed tonight, she decided on skipping a return home.

The lady knew her boyfriend would grow livid facing her absence. She'd claim to be looking after a sick friend—a friend that didn't exist since the boyfriend wasn't too keen on sharing his doll with others. Nonetheless, he wasn't bright enough to spot her lie, so when she went out to award herself with some toys and relax in a motel for a day, he'd be clueless. The sex store seemed like a good start for her. She'd pick up a few items and bury herself into a new bed.

The man stopped behind her just as she picked up a packaged and purple vibrator. It matched the colour of her singlet, and he noticed the way her breasts stood out at the V-neck of the cotton material. He liked it a whole lot.

"Taking advantage of today's special?" he asked.

The lady's head flicked to the man, and in that single second of capturing the beauty of his face up close, she knew he was exactly what she wanted. The urge to inspect him was too strong. Initially, she raked her attention up and down his attire, taking in the muscularity of arms and legs veiled in grey denim jeans, then a blouse of slightly darker hue. His eyelashes were just as thick as his eyebrows, curled and an envious type of long. Stubble grew on skin that was tan and tight over defined features. Hollowed cheekbones and a striking, sharp jaw.