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Me :I can’t be specific
Mason :Then I can’t be specific on how I got the bruises
Me :I want you to hurt me. To force me
The second I sent it, I wished I could take it back. Panic tightened my throat and made my heart beat faster, but I didn’t stop fingering myself. My wet finger slid up to circle my clit and I pushed my head back against my pillow, my nipples tightening against the cotton of my t-shirt.
It was vague enough, wasn’t it? Maybe he’d think I just wanted him to spank me, or fuck me harder than normal. Plausible deniability.
Mason :How do you want me to hurt you? Would you fight back?
I couldn’t say. I was panting.
I thought about when I’d gone into the ocean after him on the first day. When storms were brewing in the sky and I hadn’t known what I was getting myself into. What if he hadn’t grabbedmy wrist and pulled me up? What if he’dpushed me down?How would I feel then?
Me :You owe me an answer. How did you get the bruises?
Mason :Fighting strangers. They’ll heal quick. Now tell me what you think about. In your worst fantasies, what’s happening to you?
Me :Goodnight, Mason
My finger circled my clit faster, rubbing over the sensitive flesh. I was getting so close, all my muscles tightening, heat pooling in my lower belly.Don’t let me leave you. Force me to stay here.
Mason :Don’t do that shit. Tell me, Dakota
Me :I’m going to bed
It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest, my pulse flying way too fast. I pushed my finger back inside of myself, then added a second one, my hips rolling on my mattress while I fucked myself.Say something else. Say something bad. Tell me you want to hurt me.
Mason :You either tell me now, and I give you your fantasy when you want it, or I guess what it is and give it to you anyway. Seems like you’d like that regardless.
Yes. I would like that. I shouldn’t tell you that, though. None of this is safe, but I like when you say terrible things to me.
Mason:Do you want me to guess? Would that make you feel better? Pretending it’s all me?
I spread my legs wider, shoving my fingers deeper, angling mypalm to rub on my clit. I didn’t respond to him.Just a little bit more…
Mason :I’m warning you. If you want me to guess, I’m not giving you a chance to tell me if I’m right. I’m doing it. And you’re going to have to take every single thing I give you, knowing you could’ve told me what you wanted but you didn’t. Knowing that I control fucking everything. I control you.
My eyes barely reached the end of his message before I was coming, pleasure searing through me, my hips arching off my bed, my fingers gripping my phone tight.Good. Control my whole life.
As I came down from my orgasm, trembling all over, heart racing, my phone buzzed one more time. I stared at the message, something heavy coiling in my gut. Maybe regret. Maybe dread.
I knew I was in over my head when I first met you, but I think I just fucked up by telling you that. I think I really fucked up.
Mason :Be ready, Dakota. I’ll see you soon
When my hand was clean and my eyelids were sliding shut, my phone plugged into its charger and my heart rate back to normal, only one thought was going through my brain.I fucking hope I know how to swim.
Chapter 16
Dakota
Metal hangers were squealing on the rack as Mila flipped through pairs of jeans at our favorite thrift store. I stood next to her, idly going through the jeans after her as we made our way down the aisle.
“You okay?” she asked, glancing over at me. “You’re quiet today.”
Well, I’m digging myself into the deepest hole I’ve ever been in and I don’t think I can stop at this point. Not until I reach the bottom.
