Page 16 of Fetch

When I finally look at my phone, it’s almost midnight. We’ve been playing for five hours and I’ve polished off the entire bottle of wine. I’m drunk. And after listening to this man’s voice for half the night, I’m horny too.

By the time we say our goodbyes and everyone starts logging off, my nipples are raw. I need to quench this ache. To feel some sort of release. Once everyone has left the group chat, Jack bursts out laughing.

“Fuck you. I’m taking these off now,” I grumble. The first thing on my list after this is fucking my vibrator senseless.

“That’s not how this works, pretty girl. You’ve submitted to me. And I don’t want you to take them off yet.” He’s breathing heavily into his mic, aroused. “Touch them.”

I lay back against my couch. Droplets of sweat bead down between my breasts. “They’re too sensitive.”

“Mmm, I bet they are. If I was there with you right now, I’d bite them so fucking hard, you’d scream like you were dying.” There’s so much rasp in his voice I wonder if he’s touching himself.

I swallow down the lump in my throat. “This isn’t healthy. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He chuckles. “You’re pissed that I make you cum harder with just my voice than any other man has ever been able to in the flesh.” He lets out a soft moan. “Yeah, I bet your last ex couldn’t even find your G-spot. Isn’t that why you have so many toys, pretty girl?”

Fuck. “It’s none of your business, Jack. I’m taking these off.”

“Not yet. Do you own a mask, Jilly?”

My stomach flips. Halloween is my favorite holiday. I have a whole section in my closet stocked with costumes and masks. “Yeah, why?” I say on a shaky breath.

He purrs into his mic. “I want to see you. Put on a mask and video chat with me before you take those clamps off.”

A tiny chill snakes up my back. This is getting more dangerous. If he turns out to be a psycho, I’m playing right into his hands. But I can’t resist. I want to see him too. Even if his face is covered.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jack.”

“Don’t you wanna play with me? Show me how good of a slut you are for me.”

Fucking hell. If anyone else called me that, it would be game over. But the way he says it sends a spasm straight to my core. His possessiveness makes me feel protected and desired.

I blow out a deep breath as I make my way to my closet in search of a mask. We’re both quiet as I scrounge through all of them before settling on a creepy plastic baby doll face. I hate that he’s quiet because he knows I’m obeying him.

I put it on and then readjust my headset around it. Shit. Am I really about to do a video chat with this guy I barely know? While wearing nothing but a mask and nipple clamps? It sparks a dangerous streak in me. A fantasy I’ve long had and a kink I’ve always wanted to explore. If it gets too weird, I’ll just block him and log off.

“Okay, Jack. I’ll play. The mask is on.” I set up my webcam on the coffee table, turn it on, and wait.

My stomach knots when the video chat request pops up a few minutes later. My finger hovers over the accept button as I contemplate the line I’m about to cross.

“You already said yes, Jilly. No takebacks.” He snickers.

I hit accept and shudder when I see him. I can tell he’s tall even though he’s sitting down. He’s also ripped. His broad shoulders and thick arms fill out his black hoodie. His glow-in-the-dark mask has x’s over the eyes and mouth. I almost drool.

He unzips his jeans and leans back in his chair. “Jilly girl. So fucking sexy. Come closer so I can see you better.”

I do as he says, mesmerized by him like he’s some sort of dark internet prince. “Can I take them off now?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Yes. You’ve been a good girl.”

As I release each clamp, a rush of blood shoots into my nipples, making them tingle and pulse. I let out a sigh of relief.

He takes out his thick cock and fists it in his gloved hand, pumping it slowly. “I want to suck and bite those perfect red buds. I bet they taste like peaches and cream.”

My body washispeach. Lucky guess. My mouth salivates as I watch his hand sliding up and down his shaft. I ache to taste him too. Fuck. “Tell me something about yourself, Jack.”

“Get on your knees first. I want to see what you look like when I’m about to fuck your mouth,” he growls.

My breath hitches. I lower myself to the floor in front of the coffee table. “What do you do for a living?”

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