Page 3 of Beg Me
Send pics of your holes
For a moment, I swipe out of the app, finger hovering above it, ready to delete the whole thing.What was I thinking?That I'd find someone who understood the difference between degradation and just being a creep?
But then, I reopen it, just one last time… And there on the screen is a profile that stands out. No ridiculous username. JustColt.
His photo isn't a dick pic or torso shot. It's just him, looking straight at the camera with an intensity that makes my breath catch. Dark blond hair, jaw you could cut glass with. He's not smiling, but there's something in his eyes that isn't mean. Just... focused.
I tap his profile.
30-year-old software engineer and experienced dominant.
Under interests, he's checked off degradation, praise, impact play, and restraints. But it's the custom field at the bottom that makes my stomach flip.
Looking for more than just a quick and dirty fuck. I want to get to know you. In our vanilla life, I'll treat you like a princess. Open your door, pull out your chair, hold your hand for sunset walks on the beach. But in private? I'm going to treat you like the little slut you are.Mylittle slut. I want someone who needs to be broken down to be built back up. Someone who craves being used and treasured for it. I don't just want your submission; I want your surrender.
My finger trembles slightly as I continue reading. The last line of his profile makes me press my thighs together.
If you match with me, understand what you're asking for. I won't stop at the surface. I'll find every part you try to hide and drag it into the light.
I swallow hard. This isn't some guy playing dress-up with a riding crop. This is someone who knows exactly what he's doing—and what he wants.
A little notification bubble appears at the bottom of the screen. Messages.
I tap it, and my heart stops when I see his name at the top of the list. He messaged me. Three hours ago.
Finger trembling, I tap on his message.
Colt
I like your dirty fantasy. You want to be used and degraded, a toy for someone else's pleasure. How far are you willing to go to make this fantasy come true?
I check the timestamp, 3:14 AM. Was he also up in the middle of the night, scrolling through profiles of strangers who might understand his particular hunger?
Colt
The way you described what you want. That kind of honesty comes with a cost most aren't willing to pay.
The cursor blinks at me, waiting for a response. My bravery from the middle of the night is nowhere to be found. The words clog in my throat and I'm unsure how to respond. I settle on honesty.
Tess
I'm still not sure why I wrote all that. Moment of weakness, maybe.
I hit send before I can second-guess myself. The little dots appear immediately, showing he's typing back.
Colt
Or strength. Admitting what you need takes courage.
My heart pounds as I respond.
Tess
So you think you can give me what I need?
The dots appear, disappear, then appear again. I hold my breath.
Colt
