Page 7 of Fetch

He chuckles, and I can guarantee there’s a smirk on his face. Which is crazy because I have no idea what he looks like.

“You got plans with your boyfriend tomorrow, Jilly girl?”

Now it’s my turn to smirk. I feel my cheeks flush. “Ah, fishing, are we?”

“Am I wrong to assume that a girl with a voice as sexy as yours is taken?” His voice deepens; his breaths heavier.

We aren’t even playing the game anymore. Our avatars stand next to each other, unmoving.

I let out a shaky laugh. “You would be wrong to assume, yes. I am very single.” Why did I say it like that? Oh, my god. Now he’s going to think I’m desperate. Fuck me.

“That’s a shame. Such a waste of a voice. Any man would be lucky to hear you screaming out his name in the middle of the night.”

Fucking hell. I can’t see myself, but I’m assuming my cheeks are bright red by the level of heat in them. “Thanks. I think.”

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s get this character of yours leveled up. Come over here, Jill. I’m going to drop some more weapons for you. Yeah, right there. Now pick that up.”

The way he commands me to him. It’s just a game, but holy hell. I’ve never considered myself to be a sub, but I like the way he tells me what to do. There’s just something satisfying about it.

“Good. Now equip the shotgun, and let’s go kill some fucking swamp creatures.” He spawns out, and I follow him.Like a total fucking simp.

We plow through the swamp, taking out toad-looking creatures left and right. I follow close behind him, his character leading the way.

“Oh, shit. I’m cornered!” I shout.

“I got you. Hang tight.” Jack’s avatar leaps into the middle of the group surrounding me and takes them all out with one continuous spray of bullets.

My health meter hangs by one bar. “Fuck. That was close. Thanks for the assist.”

“You never have to worry about dying when I’m around, pretty girl.”

A chill snakes up my back. Pretty girl. He must be referring to my avatar. It’s an odd choice of words. But he’s charming as fuck. “You don’t know if I’m pretty.”

He chuckles. “With a voice like yours, I’m sure you’re a fucking knockout.”

The hairs on my arms prickle.I’m aroused by his voice.Like fully fucking turned on. Is he aroused by mine? “I’m sure you’d like to know…” I tease.

“Come here, Jill. I have another health pack for you.”

I look around the screen to see where his avatar disappeared to. “Where are you?” I laugh.

“Over there. Behind the shack. Go fetch.”

I take another big gulp of wine. There’s a darker tone to his voice that makes my pussy clench. It’s almost degrading.Who knew I had that kink?

“Thanks,” I murmur as I retrieve the package he dropped for me.

“Do you like it when I tell you what to do?” he rasps.

I swallow down the lump in my throat, my palms sweating around my controller. I let out a nervous giggle. “I appreciate you helping me in the game.”

He breathes heavily into the headset. “That’s not what I asked. Do you like being submissive?”

Another tingle flickers straight to my clit. I clench my thighs tightly together, desperate to feel some kind of friction. “Um… I don’t understand.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “I think you do… Let’s play a different kind of game. Take off your panties.”

Oh, fuck. “Excuse me? You’re joking, right?” Great. He’s a fucking pervert.

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