Placing him in “The Rat’s Trap”

Should Clarke be punished? Of course he should! I’ve warned him about drinking my cans without asking me before… and it’s not like this is the first time something like this has happened. He needs to be taught a lesson.

“After all, criminals need to be brought to justice, don’t they?”

Saying it in Jane’s voice just sounded sexy, but really, wasn’t this too perfect? After all, I was wearing the skinsuit of an undercover cop, so wasn’t bringing a criminal to justice the perfect role-play?

The door to Clarke’s room opened softly, nearly imperceptibly, the lightest of touches guiding the handle down with practiced silence. A peek through the door confirmed how perfect a situation I’d found; his computer switched off for the day as he lay sprawled in bed, fast asleep.

Sleeping tight~? Good…

I walked closer, studying his **** body. His black hair was cut short, longer on top, and straight, flopped back exposing his forehead. His body was in pretty good shape, all things considered. When he wasn’t gaming his main hobby was wall climbing after all. He’d even gone up mountains, and enjoyed hiking quite a bit. Such a mix of lifestyles, one totally healthy and nature focused, while the other was a crippling addiction to anime gambling games.

His ears were covered by his fancy, over-ear headphones. Noise-cancelling, no doubt. He’d always been fond of technology, working as a software dev. Those headphones made the situation even more perfect; knowing him, he’d bought great quality. Now their best feature had left him helpless.

Although, I didn’t know he liked to listen to stuff to get to sleep. That’s interesting. Whale sounds maybe? No, they can sound a little creepy and frightening sometimes. Who knows what dreams you’d have listening to that all night. Maybe you’d wake up and have your brain re-written to believe you’re really a whale?

I glanced around, searching for where his phone might be hiding.

Maybe lo-fi hiphop? Ehhh. That’s more of a study vibe. White noise? A little bland. Figured he’d be more into rain or the sound of a log fire, something natural and comforting.

I reached out to a spot of light, hidden within the duvet, finding his phone open on a youtube video. Now I wouldn’t have to guess, I could just find out for sure whatever soundtrack he enjoyed as he feel asleep each night. I lifted his phone and found:

“Jane Doe takes care of you after a long day at work ASMR GFE roleplay- KU100 mic!”

S-seriously…?

The screen was filled with a gorgeous cosplayer dressed up as Jane, getting close to the edge of the screen as she whispered sweet nothings. Although I couldn’t hear her words, Bluetooth taking them to Clarke’s headphones, I could more than imagine what she must have been saying.

Clearly, he’s not alone in being a fan of this kind of thing… whoever “UWUHeather” is, she’s clearly doing well, with over a million subscribers.

Girlfriend experience ASMR, hmmm? I’m not sure if that’s more pervy, sensual or just generally intimacy starved. Clarke is so good looking, it’s not like he couldn’t get a girlfriend.

I shivered a little, as I thought about another element to this little revelation.

It’s specifically Jane Doe ASMR too… mhmm, so, ASMR of “me”, technically.

I felt a needy, sticky pulse from between my thighs as I thought about it, imagining it was me leaning over him, whispering in his ears. It would be so in character, an ASMR interrogation. Getting my message across using both the carrot and the stick, an approach as scary as it was scintillating. Maybe we could both benefit from this.

I found Clarke’s hiking backpack, digging out the ropes he would use when maneuvering around particular tough mountains. It was strange; I wasn’t much of a hiker myself, so it wasn’t like I was that familiar with ropes or the different ways to tie them, beyond the usual knots one might use as they lace up their shoes. For some reason though, now I had a certain confidence, a feeling of control as I laced up Clarke’s wrists and ankles to the corners of his bed. It was like I just instinctively knew the right way to move each length, binding him spreadeagled and tight.

“Fufufu, you really are a deep sleeper.”

I removed the headphones, setting them off to the side quietly, before sliding my body on top of him. My bigger thighs sat either side of his, straddling him, red tipped fingers resting on his pecs. His body felt well built, deceptively so, as you wouldn’t normally be able to tell just looking at him; while the weight of my body pressed him into the mattress a little.

I leaned in close to him, smirking while I felt my longer hair slide on my back, getting in nice and close before whispering.

“Wakey, wakey Clarke~”

My hands stroked down his chest, pausing for a moment to tease his nipples, hearing him shift and make some intelligible noises. He opened his eyes ever so slightly, still obviously half asleep.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy.”

“H-huhh?”

He began blinking, eyes glancing around. I could feel his gaze on my thighs, lingering on my chest for a moment, taking in my face. I felt a little anxiety flare up ever so briefly, concern that he could tell it was me, his male room-mate straddling him, calling him a bad boy. The stirring hard on I could feel press into me totally dispelled that.

As far as he was concerned, I was all Jane Doe. A twisted, prideful feeling of superiority bloomed as I enjoyed the way he was looking at me, wide eyed. It was a narcissistic feeling, but it was undeniably enjoyable. I knew what he liked to listen to at night, so right now I was literally his dream girl.

“W-wait, Jane? Am I dreaming?”

“Hmhmmm, well, I suppose that’s what we’re going to find out together. Whether this is a dream… or a nightmare.”

I giggled suggestively, while tracing along the curve of one of my knives. I leaned down and whispered in his ear:

“Have you done something… bad recently? Something you shouldn’t have?”

“Ah, well, I-”

“Ah ahhh! Before you answer, you should know. Boss hates liars. You’re not going to lie to me, are you?”

I teased him with a smirk, while my tail wiggled itself into a sharp point behind me. Controlling it so deftly, hearing Clarke nervously gulp, it was all so sadistically satisfying.

“I won’t lie! I’ll be honest, really.”

“Good boy.”

My lips were so close to his ear as I said it, Jane’s stolen voice sounding so teasing and sexy as it left my lips. Clarke broke out in goosebumps as I said it, just making me giggle.

“I’ll tell you what. As a show of good faith, since you’ve told me how honest you’re going to be for me, I’ll give you some rewards if you comply in a way that satisfies me. If you don’t though… well, then I’ll get to have some real fun. Do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, of course, deal.”

“Good boy.”

Clarke shivered under me. My smirk grew all the more smug.

“Hmmuu. Do you like being called that?”

“Y-yes…”

I stroked under his chin, my face getting close to his.

“I’ll have to remember that. Now, time for your confession. Tell me about what you’ve stolen.”

“I- I, okay, well. When I was sixteen I stole a pack of skittles from the shop. It was part of a dare, and my friends used to be super stupid back then, and I thought I got away with it, nothing ever came of it.”

“You weren’t picked up on the cameras?”

“No, it was a local shop, they didn’t have the budget for lots of cameras.”

I gasped a little, slapping his face.

“A local shop, stealing from hard working ordinary people instead of a major chain! How shameful.”

“They had the last laugh! The skittles were way past their sell-by date anyway!”

“Did you still eat them?”

“Yeah…”

I paused for a moment, trying not to laugh, before failing as Clarke joined in too. It was goofy moments like this that reminded me why we were friends, cause what else was there to do but laugh at such a stupid story.

Focus, Jane. You have a job to do, remember?

“Mhmm, anyway. As amusing as that was, it wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Think more recently. Something you’ve stolen. Maybe something you were warned not to.”

I played with his hair a little while I asked my question, as he puzzled over his answer.

“I… ehm. I haven’t really stolen anything recently?”

I narrowed my eyes.

Such a flippant response! Now I’m definitely going to have to punish him… But how to go about it…?