@ropesandchainsexciteme
Are you sure you want me to go into detail? I can be intense.
@redreads
Yes, please.
@ropesandchainsexciteme
I’ll start with your hands. I’ll hook them somewhere above your head, like around the post of my bed. Then I’ll have to tug off those skimpy pajama shorts and see if you’re shaved or natural. I’ll get some oil and massage your thighs to make sure you’re nice and relaxed for me. I like to talk during it, up until my mouth is too busy. So, I’ll tell you how pretty you look, how much I want to make you come so hard that you’ll want to cry. I’ll tell you that you’re doing so good, lying there like a princess, letting me have fun with your body. And you’ll get rewarded for it, for being good.
I read the message five times before closing the app and exhaling deeply. I’m hyperaware of Sam’s presence when he walks back from the kitchen, holding the bottle of wine. He silently refills my glass. My eyes focus on his hands, the same ones I’ve seen tie up calves with rope. He’s not looking at me. He’s busy on his phone—again.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I’ve read a lot of smut. I’ve touched myself to smut. But being talked to like this by a real man—someone anonymous, who volunteered to help me get over this guy—it’s just different. I need to take a moment to center myself.
I feel my phone buzz. I look down to see another text from Ropes.
@ropesandchainsexciteme
Are you wet for me?
I lick my lips, finding the courage to respond.
@redreads
Yes.
When my glass is full, he sets the bottle down, but doesn’t move away from me.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
My body freezes. I slowly look up at him. His eyes are gleaming in the dim light. I’m worried he can smell my arousal because there’s so much now that I’m afraid I’m leaking on the sofa.
“Ready for what?” My throat is hoarse.
He’s holding a tape measure in his other hand.
“For me to measure you.”
I release the oxygen in my lungs, finding myself nodding. He steps back, giving me room to stand up as he puts his phone inhis pocket. He walks over to the nearest wall. I try to keep my legs somewhat close together as the sticky arousal grows cold when the cool air touches it. I finally reach him and press my back up against the drywall. He kneels down in front of me.
Why do I feel guilty? I didn’t do anything wrong.
“What are you doing?” I ask, panic coursing through me. There’s no way he can’t smell me from down there.
“Holding it down.” He inhales.
He inhales.
I bite my bottom lip, squeezing my eyes shut. The movie had a few sexy scenes. Maybe he’ll think it was turning me on. Which isn’t much better, but it’s a preferable explanation to him thinking it has anything to do with him.
Just you sexting a random stranger on a dating app …
He places his foot on the metal base of the tape measure and slowly stands. He unrolls it until it’s level with the top of my head. I stare at his Adam’s apple, the faint pine needle scent from him making my insides grow warmer. It’ll be a miracle if my weak little heart doesn’t give out at any second.
“Hmm.”
“What?” I breathe.
