Page 21 of Compulsion

My teeth worry at my lower lip as I anxiously wait for GentAnon’s reply. He’s offline, and after the way I ghosted him last night, I won’t be surprised if he ignores the notification about my message.

I heave in a shuddering breath when the tick mark beside his screenname turns green.

GentAnon

Are you ready for your punishment, little dove?

My stomach flips.

CagedBird

Yes. I know I deserve it.

I will never be worthy of a man like Dane. I’m too fucked up for a normal man to want the real me.

GentAnon

Are you going to be a good girl for me? I’m almost disappointed. I like a little fight in you. Clipping your wings is such a pleasure, my little dove.

My core turns molten, and I squirm beneath my duvet as my clit begins to pulse in response to his crass threats. They should terrify me, but the thrill that fizzes through my veins is subversively alluring. I’m addicted to this fear, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

And I want him to burn me up until I don’t have any thoughts left except for the desire to submit to his perverted will.

CagedBird

Tell me what you want to do to me.

GentAnon

Making demands? That’s not how this works. Beg.

Arousal wets my labia, and my inner muscles clench.

“Please…” I whisper the plea aloud as I type it. I’m practically panting for him, desperate for him to ravage my psyche and draw out all of my shameful secrets. He’ll put them on full display, revealing the dark truth at my core.

I know what I am, no matter how many sunny smiles I present to the world. It’s only right that I’m huddled alone in the dark while I give myself over to a stranger online.

Despite the electric chemistry I share with Dane, he doesn’t make me wet with nothing more than a cruel glance. Our kiss proved that I can’t experience intimacy with him without thinking about being violated.

I allow my eyes to drift closed for a moment. Dane’s gorgeous face fills my mind, and I recall the angry flex of his jaw when he asked who hurt me. But in the darkness of my fantasy, instead of being enraged on my behalf, that dangerous frown is directed at me. His green eyes spark with displeasure, and I tense in anticipation of his retribution.

My messenger pings an alert, and my eyes snap open.

GentAnon

“Please” isn’t good enough. Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.

CagedBird

Make me.

GentAnon

Stubbornness is a distasteful trait in such a pretty toy. I’ll break you of that.

My breaths come fast and shallow, and my hand skims down my belly.

GentAnon

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