You pick up your phone again

You pick up the phone and hastily type out a message "who the hell is this?! checking what?" hitting send as you sit up against the crushed velvet headboard, chewing on your lip as you wait for a reply with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Looking down you notice your nipples are erect, kind of understandable considering your mind running wild with dark fantasies inerlaced with erotic scenarios that both excite and confuse you. But it's just a text, you're in no real danger, just an overactive imagination trying to deal with boredom and unsatisfied urges. Impatient you grab the phone "Well?!" you hit send again, your heart pounding in your chest so fast that you almost jump when the phone lights up, buzzing with the text notification. You open the message and read "Checking you were home" you look at it over and over again, trying to dispell the chill thats crawling down your spine when suddenly another message comes through, this time a picture is attatched "Lovely kitchen" is the caption on the picture, a picture you instantly recognise is of your own kitchen, the kitchen downstairs, the one you forgot to lock before coming to bed!