DamnDan:Now wait just a damn minute.
Austin and I laugh at the same time and hearing it eases my mind further because it’s a genuine one. She’s a good actress, but if she was mad at me or if I upset her last night, I think I’d be able to tell. Although, assuming is what got me into this fucking mental spiral in the first place.
MustachedRancher:Can I suggest a team building exercise?
Austin snorts quietly. “Sure, Rancher. Go for it. I’m not half-naked and about to fuck myself with a vibrator or anything.”
MustachedRancher:By all means, continue, Red.
MustachedRancher:While you’re at it, I figured we could type kinks in the chat and could say yay or nay. I’ll go first. Choking.
BigDickRich:Jesus Christ.
DamnDan:Incredible game, Rancher. Sorry about earlier.
Austin doesn’t answer right away and without seeing her face, I can’t tell what she’s thinking. The nerves slam back into me.
Moderator Notice: MustachedRancher has received a strike for violating RedRanger’s Room Rules
“No,” Austin says quickly. “He’s fine. Thank you.”
A notice comes up showing the moderator removed the strike from my profile.
Austin clears her throat. “Yay,” she says, but it comes out like a question.
MustachedRancher:You sure about that?
“Pretty sure I know my own damn kinks,” she says, the twang coming out a little bit as she sits up straighter. In doing so, she’s also hidden more of her neck from the view which has hidden some of my marks. I’ve gotta rein in the ridiculous part of me that hates that.
Daddysgirl05:Ooh he’s in trouble.
MustachedRancher:Sorry, Red. I didn’t mean to sound belittling. Your answer just sounded more like you were asking rather than telling.
“Cause I don’t get why you asked. You already know how I feel about choking,” she says, softer.
DamnDan:How does he know how you feel about choking?
BigDaddy69:Mommy and Daddy are fighting
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I grumble, hitting the button to request a private show.
It connects immediately, before she can even say goodbye to the other guys. She angles the camera up to show her face and I turn mine on as well.
“You left my bed last night.”
“Hello to you, too, Maddox. You’re awareyou have my phone number, right? You don’t have to pay $250 every time you want to have a private conversation with me.” Her eyes are still confused, but she’s smiling and I’m grateful I can see it.
“You were already online. Did I cross a line?” I ask in a rush.
Her brows furrow. “What?”
“Last night. Choking you. I didn’t check with you before I did it. I’m sorry, Austin. I know better than to do that shit without asking first and I thought you were into it but if I hurt you?—”
“Maddox, breathe.” Her voice is stern and I don’t understand why until I feel my lungs burning and realize I’d been rambling in a panic. I take a deep breath and it fixes the ache, but not the racing thoughts.
“Did I hurt you, Austin?”
My voice must sound as wrecked to her as it does to me because that pitiful look doesn’t leave her face and I can’t stand that I’m on the receiving end of it. “No, Maddox. You didn’t, I swear. Everything we did last night was incredible and completely consensual. You didn’t have to ask. You read me just right,” she says softly.
