Me: Yes, because I want to see.
Dane: What?
Me: I want to know what you look like when you come undone. I want to see the expression you make when you empty down my throat.
Dane: And then what?
Me: What do you mean?
Dane: And then what would you like?
Me: I…
Dane: Would you be wet? If I fucked your throat and came. Would you be wet?
For you.
Me: Yes.
Dane: And then what would you like?
Me: I’d want you to return the favor.
Dane: Words. How can I know what you want if you don’t tell me?
Me: I want you to fuck me the only way you can.
Dane: See. I would but…
Me: But what?
Dane: But you’ve been a bad girl.
Me: So punish me.
Dane: That’s what I’m doing.
Me: By not playing with me?
Dane: Yes.
Me: I could just find someone else to make me feel good.
Dane: You could, but…
Me: But what?
Dane: They can’t make you feel as good as I can.
Me: Damn it. I want you.
Dane: So let’s make it happen.
I bit my lip, my thumb hovering over the screen. I was trapped between being terrified by how much I wanted to meet him and the physical ache of needing to see him.
Me: Are you serious?
Dane: Yeah. I want to see you. Let’s meet up.
