TheRealCreator: Maybe we’ll do a special dungeon one day, designed by the one and only DakkyDuck.
DakkyDuck: Maybe ONE DAY.
TheRealCreator: You’ve got talent. But I’ll stop now. The last thing I want to be is the cliched billionaire love-bombing a younger woman.
DakkyDuck: I’m not trophy-wife young anyway, not anymore.
TheRealCreator: Dakota, if I had you on my arm, you’d be a trophy to me. JUST for me. Nobody else.
DakkyDuck: Okay, Mr. Possessive.
I send that because I feel like I have to, like I have to make at least a token effort to stay strong.
TheRealCreator: I can’t deny that. Maybe I should. Maybe it’d be the tactically right thing. But no, Dakky, you get the truth. I want to possess you.
A familiar shiver runs through my body.
DakkyDuck: You know I should run a mile, right?
TheRealCreator: How about you run directly into a real date?
I chew my lip, let it go. He’s got me doing that more in a couple of weeks than I have during my entire life before we met.
TheRealCreator: I want to make it up to you. I wish I could promise we can be open, that we don’t have to hide. I can’t, Dakota. But I can promise you’ll never have to hide like that again. That was piss-poor planning on my part. Hell, it wasn’t even a plan. I just lost control.
DakkyDuck: So did I. I never do stuff like that.
TheRealCreator: I haven’t even been with a woman in years. Then I saw you, naked, ready, beautiful, confident, and just a little shy… it broke me. I didn’t even feel awake until that knock came at the door.
My inner thighs tremble slightly, my core pulsing.
DakkyDuck: I know what you mean. It was like being inside a dream.
TheRealCreator: Exactly. This time, we’ll have space. We’ll have time. We won’t have to rush.
DakkyDuck: Rush what, hmm?
His goblin kneels in front of me.
TheRealCreator: M’lady, accept my apologies. I am just a nice guy who wants to treat you like the queen you are.
DakkyDuck: Ew, no!
I laugh.
DakkyDuck: I think I prefer full beast to full nice guy.
TheRealCreator: Ha, ha, I thought that’d be your reaction. So—a date?
I’m almost tempted to tell him we can date in the game. Which is true. Build a table in our secret cave, our clamshell bed right there, waiting for our avatars to fill it. But I can’t hide behind screens forever.
DakkyDuck: I want to. How would it work?
TheRealCreator: I send a limo. Only, this time, I’ll be waiting for you inside.
DakkyDuck: And then what?
TheRealCreator: And then you sit beside me, patient and obedient, knowing your big bad CEO doesn’t want to ruin the surprise…
