Another whip.
The fingers in my ass vanish, and I breathe in relief. I’ll take whipping over that any day. The whipping gets harder, faster. One right after the other. I barely have time to focus between each thrash. But there’s something about the cadence of the voice, the rhythm of the words that’s so familiar. I just need to be called slut one more time, and I’m sure I’ll know. Clenching my eyes shut, I think back to every conversation, every interaction.
Could my captor be the same person I’ve been talking to for months now?
Chapter 6
November 25
This website.
My lips quirk upward so hard as I read and read and read some more. Everything on here is exactly what I’ve dreamed of for years. Some of it is clearly people who just want to fantasize, but there are others, some who are far more devious and dark, and I can’t help but get wet just from reading the pleas.
It hadn’t taken me long to route up a new bank account with safeguards in place for my identity and sign up to access everything, paying for the privilege to read these fantasies. I want to write back, to say something, to share my own desires with people who clearly will understand, but every time I go to type, I hesitate. Something holds me back.
And I hate it.
Passionately.
My fingers tremble as they hover over the keyboard. To type or not to type. That’s been the question raging in my brain for weeks now. Sixteen days, to be exact. And I’ve seen more thanenough to know that I’ve found the right people, that this is where I want to be.
A private message pops up on my screen with a resounding ding.
Glancing around the spare bedroom, I instantly lower the volume on the computer so I don’t disturb Reik and so he doesn’t figure out what I’m doing. Not that he’d ever pay close enough attention to actually know what’s going on with me.
BandAid42
Are you just going to watch?
I hold my breath, the tremble running throughout my entire body now. I don’t dare click on the message. But they have to know that I’ve read it, right? It sounds like this person is either a bot on the site created to find lurkers and engage them, or it’s an actual person who’s supposed to do the same thing. Either way, I haven’t managed to stay in the background like I thought.
BandAid42
Do you want to play a game with me?
Ripples of fear wash through me. Standing up and shutting the door with the lock flicked in place, I sit back down at my desk and sigh.
“In for a penny…” I murmur. This is exactly what I want, isn’t it?
F4tNw1ll1ng
What game?
I wait in anticipation of whatever is coming next. I’ll get a response, right? I’m still trembling, my heart racing, because I don’t know what hole I’m about to climb down into, but the thrillis so deep that I know exactly what I want. Whatever is going to happen next will be it. It has to be.
BandAid42
So you do have a voice.
Tell me. Are you a good little slut or a bad one?
My stomach sinks.Slut?How could I ever be considered that? I’ve barely slept with one person. I mean, I have had sex with a couple different people, but Reik barely even touches me anymore. He just demands, fucks me like I’m a rag doll, and then rolls off like it was the best of his life. Biting my lip, I stare at the words on the screen, not quite sure how to respond.
But I guess…pretending I’m someone I want to be is probably the best way to do this, right?
F4tNw1ll1ng
I’ve never done this before.
