Page 29 of Fetch

“Shhh, relax, baby. You’re getting too worked up.” He turns off the vibration to the plug. “Take deep breaths and calm down.”

I spit my panties out as a flash of rage sparks through me.I need to cum. “You’ve done this to me,” I pant. “Yougot me worked up.”

He chuckles. “You did this, Roxy. You sat around all night waiting for me with your ass stuffed. You’re a wild thing that needs to be tamed. That needs to be broken in. It’s a good thing I’m here now.”

Is he right? He didn’t tell me to put the nipple clamps on. I did that to myself. I’m so consumed with need and ache. I shake my head, annoyed with myself. No. He’s manipulating me again. “Fuck you, Jack,” I hiss.

I wrap my pink fuzzy blanket around me and spin back around. “Fuck. You.”

He leans back. “You’re mad. But you know I’m right. I’m the god you’ve been praying for. The one who’s going to always bring you to your knees and make you cum harder than you ever have. I’m the one who will worship this sacred vow between us. What we are is smoke and fire. Stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to get burned. I know you crave my control. So fuckingsubmit.”

No. I don’t want to be this way. Why do I enjoy this so much? It’s sick and twisted and filthy. And I refuse to submit to a faceless man.

“Not until you take off your mask,” I grit out.

He lets out a deep sigh. “Not tonight, Roxy. You’re not ready.”

Ugh. I could fucking scream. I snicker back at him. “Take it off right now or else I’m blocking you for real. No takebacks. I will never play this game with you again.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Don’t be a brat.”

I gasp. “How dare you? I have every right to know who you really are. You don’t get to stalk me all over town and then expect me to just give in. I will not play with shadows.”

He stares at the screen silently for what seems like forever while I sit here shivering. I’m running out of patience. The more time that passes, the less I believe he’s going to give me what I want.

I sigh. “Goodbye, Jack.” I turn off the camera and my headset before he can respond. And then I block him. Again.

I toss and turn, sweating under the blankets. My head pounds and my heart races as I fight the spins. I’ve been in and out of restless sleep for what feels like an eternity. A purgatory of exhaustion, anxiety, and inebriation. I try to convince myself that it was the half joint I smoked and not the six cocktails and bottle of wine I pounded. But it was both. Ugh. I’m never drinking again.

As I turn toward my nightstand to reach for my water, my ass throbs. Oh no. I reach in between my legs and find the anal plug still inside. Fuck. I can’t believe I passed out before removing it.

I slide my panties off, spread my legs, and take a deep breath. Fuck, this is going to hurt.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” a voice rasps in the dark.

I freeze. Oh shit. Fuck. My breath hitches as my adrenaline kicks up three levels. My heart races. He’s here.He’s in my fucking house.

Jack stalks toward my bed, tall with broad shoulders and energy so dominant he could force molecules to split.

He towers over me, his mask glowing. “I didn’t give you permission to take that out yet.”

“Please… don’t murder me.” My chest heaves as I fight to catch my breath, which feels impossible with my heart beating out of control.

He brushes a matted strand off my forehead with his gloved hand. “I’ll take off the mask if you agree to submit. And I mean, for real this time, Roxy.”

My endorphins spike, mixing my emotions into a toxic blender of fear, arousal, and curiosity. All I’ve wanted since this game began is to see his face. To see the man who can shatter me with just his voice. But what am I giving up? What the fuck will happen to me if I surrender?

He drags his leather fingers down my cheek, then my jaw. I gasp as he wraps his hand around my throat. “You’re just as obsessed as I am. Quit prolonging the inevitable and submit. Then we can play for real.”

I shudder as he controls my pulse, my heart rate, and the tingling in my traitorous fucking pussy.Fucking Stockholm syndrome bullshit. This is what I’ve fantasized about. Dreamed about. And now he’s here, in the flesh, ready to break me to his will. But I’m more afraid that he’ll leave if I say no.

“Okay, Jack.” I put my hands above my head and whisper, “I submit.”

He shivers as he releases a deep breath. “Good because I’m done playing with my food. I’m ready to eat.”

Fucking hell. He’s going to be the death of me. Hopefully not literally. He removes his gloves first. A familiar tattoo catches my eye. A black heart on his thumb. Did I see his hands in the video chat earlier? My memory is hazy under the weight of a long list of alcoholic regrets.

My belly flutters as he slowly unties the mask from his head. “There’s no turning back now, pretty girl.”

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