Page 12 of Fetch

“All right, guys. I’m heading to bed. I’m working early in the morning,” I say on a fake yawn.

Juniper snorts. “You work at ten tomorrow.”

My cheeks burn. I fire a shot at her avatar. “Oops, sorry.” She must be drunker than usual if she’s not catching my hints.

“Stay and play for another hour, Jilly girl,” Jack says. It’s not a plea but another demand.

“Nope. I have to go. Goodnight, everyone.” I log off and power down my headset before anyone can respond.

Juniper sends me a text message.You okay?

I blow out a deep breath. I guess I’m not. The incident with ComeFindJack11 has me more on edge than I thought. It’s making me question my own morals. I wanted him to keep going.I came so fucking hard I squirted. And then I licked it off my coffee table. The shame threatens to choke me unconscious.

I fire off a quick text. One that I know will shut her up real quick.Yeah, sorry. I just started my period.

Another lie to my best friend. Ugh. Fuck.

She responds back at lightspeed.Enough said. Wash down a couple of pills with some whiskey and curl up with the heating pad. I’ll stop by the store tomorrow and check on you.

My gaming console pings with a flurry of messages. Fuck. I open the message center to see they’re all from Jack.

I hope I didn’t upset you tonight, pretty girl.

Why is it so hot when he calls me that?

The next message is a link to an article titled:Frankenstein’s Monster—the most misunderstood creature in Victorian Literature.

That makes me chuckle. “Asshole,” I mutter through a smirk.

I flip to the third message, and my grin widens.

I’ll let you off the hook tonight. But tomorrow, we’re back on. Just you and me.

But it’s the fourth and final message that shatters me…

Fetch yourself a pair of nipple clamps tomorrow. Make sure you have them on when you log back in.

Holy fuck. I’m playing a dangerous game with this man. One with far greater consequences than the one our avatars run around in. But I can’t help but get excited about what he’s going to tell me to do next. It’s like discovering a new drug for the first time. A new addiction with the highest highs and lowest of lows.

My ex wouldn’t dream of talking to me this way. We fucked in the missionary position on most nights, with the occasional doggy style when he was black-out drunk. He cringed at the sight of my vibrator and didn’t understand the beauty of self-pleasure. Which was a shame because it was the only way I could cum most of the time.

And then along comes Jack with his sexy voice and his carnal demands. I’m quickly succumbing to his every fucked-up whim. Maybe this is the best thing for me. We don’t know each other’s real names or faces. There’s no way to get attached. It’s the perfect situation. And when either of us gets tired of it, we’ll walk away. We’ll just log off.

I send a quick reply back before going to bed.I already own nipple clamps.

My little obsession has a toy fetish. She’s not as innocent as I first thought. I chuckle as I reread her message back in the app that links to my console.I already own nipple clamps.

I pull my baseball cap down low and flip the hood of my sweatshirt over it before walking into the coffee shop. I spot her dark-brown hair hanging down the curve of her back. She stands with her ankles crossed, in baggy jeans and a form-fitting purple hoodie, unaware of her own sex appeal.

I keep my head down when I approach the counter. “Large black coffee, please.”

Roxy waits for her drink at the pickup counter, her head buried in her phone, oblivious to me watching her. Completely clueless to the fact that she’s my prey, ripe for the slaughter. I bet she’s pretty when she cries too. I can’t wait to see tears streaming down her cheeks when I fuck her throat raw.

The blonde cashier’s eyes widen when she hands me my coffee. “Aren’t you Punk Wilder?”

I wink and put my fingers to my lips. “Shhh.”

She blushes and nods before turning to the redhead steaming milk. They whisper and stare as I walk toward the condiment counter to grab a lid and a cup sleeve. This is the reason I don’t go out in public often.

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