Page 8 of Fetch

“I can hear the ache in your voice, Jilly girl. I’m giving you permission to relieve it. Now put your controller down and take them off.”

My fingers tremble. “I don’t even know you. You’ve got a lot of nerve asking me this.”

“I’m not asking. And if you didn’t want to do it, you would’ve already logged off and blocked me.”

Fuck. He’s right. I’m curious as to how far this is going to go. And I’ve been wet from the second I heard his voice tonight.

I set the controller down on my coffee table and chug the rest of my wine. I slide my sweatpants off first. A sigh escapes my throat at the thought of what I’m doing.

“I-I don’t think I can do this.” I squeak.

“You can and you will. If I have to tell you again, there will be a punishment,” he growls.

Shit. Fuck. I don’t even know what reality I’m in anymore. I push my black lace panties down to my ankles and kick them off.

“O-okay. They’re off,” I stutter.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs apart and hold your controller against your pussy.”

I’m in deep and too far to turn back now. Sober and hungover me is going to hatethisme in the morning.

I open my legs and press the controller against my clit. “Okay,” I say on a shaky breath. “What now?”I feel so naughty.

He actually purrs. “Now, I’m going to take your character to the edge of death, heal her, then do it again. Over and over until I hear you cum.”

The controller vibrates when you’re being attacked in the game.

Fucking hell. But after everything that happened last night at Joystick, this makes me feel more in control than I’ve ever felt. Last night, I was helpless.

Just like the day I tore my ACL. It was my fault I didn’t land the switch leap. I knew it seconds before my feet hit the ground. It was the aftermath I lost control of. Losing my scholarship, my dance partner, and even my boyfriend. I gave up.

At this moment, I just want to feel something other than my own bitter apathy. I want to feel alive.

I take a deep breath and lean back against the couch.

“Don’t take your eyes off the screen. I want you to watch how I get you off,” he commands.

He fires the first round of shots at my avatar. The sudden vibration of the controller sends a spasm to my clit. I bite my lip to stifle a moan. Sweat beads down my back.

“I can hear you suppressing what you want. I don’t like that. Moan for me, or I’ll edge you all fucking night.” He fires off another round of shots, and I gasp.

“Fuck,” I whine as I arch my back, pressing my hips farther into the couch cushions.

“Mmm. Better. Do you like how I can touch you without even being in the same room?”

I never thought of it that way. Fuck. I’m even more turned on now. “We don’t even know each other,” I rasp. I lick a bead of sweat off my upper lip.

“We’re getting to know each other real good tonight. I’m learning all the right buttons to press.” He loads a max-capacity clip into his machine gun and fires off a longer round. A deep moan belts from my throat as my body shakes, my toes curling. The vibration sends shockwaves through my core.

“Please,” I beg. “Stop.” There are no intelligible thoughts in my head. I’m spiraling, teetering back and forth between desire and shame.

He chuckles. “You can move the controller anytime you want. Only you can make this stop. Because I won’t.”

I exhale slowly, my teeth chattering as the controller reverberates through me. “No, let’s keep going.”

“I had a feeling you might say that.”

He fires off another long round of gunshots at my avatar, and I buck.

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