Page 55 of Drown Like Heaven
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Mason :I want to see you again
I was staring at my phone in the darkness, laying on my bed. The text had come in a few hours ago, but I’d yet to respond. I didn’t know what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Now that he knew where I lived, I was concerned he’d just show up here if I didn’t answer him.
My teeth scraped over my lower lip while my thumbs tapped out a response. I sent it.
Me :And do what?
He was typing almost immediately, which thrilled me more than it should’ve.What are you doing? Are you laying in bed too?I shifted my body under my comforter, feeling warm.
Mason :Something messy
Messy like your cum on my skin or messy like you trying to manipulate my mind, trying to trick me into trusting you?With him, I wasn’t sure there was a difference between those two things. I wasn’t sure he was even capable of separating them himself—not with me, anyway.
We were explosive in a bad way. A forest fire swallowing everything in its path.
Mason sent another message before I’d responded to the first one.
Mason :Send me a picture of you. I don’t care what you’re doing in it. I just want to know where you are
I let myself do it, let myself take a picture for him. It was just of my mouth and chin, then my covers tucked up over my chest. My room was dark, so the picture was grainy too. Blue-tinted, hard to see.
Hopefully teasing enough to keep him interested.
Mason :You’re all safe and sound in your bed, huh? I like that. I’m in bed too. Not under the covers, though
My heart fluttered, picturing him laying on a bed, maybe shirtless, maybe hard. I knew what he looked like when he jerked off since he’d done it onto my stomach the first day we met. What would his cum look like on his own stomach?
Me :You send a picture too
I didn’t even know why I was entertaining him, but I couldn’t stop. His photo came in after a second, taken at a similar angle to mine, so I could just see his lips and chin. But I could also see most of his naked torso. Warmth pulsed between my thighs.
The photo was dark, but it looked like he was covered in…bruises. On his ribs, his stomach.
Me :How did you get those? The bruises
Mason :Tell me something about you and I’ll tell you something about me. Gotta be something good this time, though. What do you think about when you’re alone? In the dark?
Me :Bad things
Sweat was making my shirt stick to my back.I’m playing with fire,I thought.I squeezed my thighs together, feeling how sensitive and swollen I was getting, just from thinking about the possibilities of where this conversation could go.Dark places. Places I’ve never dared to go in real life.
But this wasn’t real life, was it? I was safe in my bed. Mason wasn’t here.
He couldn’t do anything to me now.
Mason :Be specific
My hand slipped between my legs, under my sleep shorts, my fingers lightly tracing the slickness and warmth there. I bit my lip. If hewashere, I wouldn’t even be considering talking to him about any of this, but he wasn’t. Did that really make it any safer, though?
I imagined his body over mine, his hand covering my mouth, my nose. My nails clawing at him, trying to get him off me. Buthe wouldn’t get off me. He’d hold me down. He’d choke me, suffocate me, hurt me, hit me.
My fingertip circled my clit and a weak moan escaped me.
I knew what his gun felt like in my hand. The weight, the texture.
I pushed one finger inside of myself, feeling how wet I was. The muscles of my stomach tightened when I curled my finger, pressing it on that sensitive spot deep inside of me. Harsh breaths sawed in and out of my chest.
