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flutteringaway — 7:05 p.m.
It was a long time ago, but it was incredible. A BDSM night with an experienced man.
yourdarkhorse — 7:06 p.m.
And do you still talk to this man?
flutteringaway — 7:07 p.m.
No.
yourdarkhorse — 7:09 p.m.
Fair enough. Well, I would love to put you on display as I fuck you hard. My cum dripping out of that sweet pussy as I push it back inside you, making you lick the remainder off my fingers. I’d take pleasure in claiming you. Do you want others witnessing my cock ruining you? I’ll take your body, your mind, and make it mine. Is that what you want, baby girl? Because I’ll happily do all of that and more.
I want to ruin you. That’s what I’m looking for. Preferably long-term.
Taking in a sharp breath, my mind goes numb as I read his words for a second time. Looking around, I try to get my bearings straight and not think about how fucking hot that was. His words were disgusting and possessive, so controlling, they should turn me off, but they seem to have the opposite effect as I feel my core tingle with intense desire.
“Everything okay?”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of Aaron’s voice.
“That was fast,” I croak.
Aaron hands me a plastic cup filled with beer, his brows twisting as he tries to get a read on me. Quickly tucking my phone under my thigh, I grab the beer and gulp half of it down to wash away the lust oozing out of me.
“It pays to be friends with an all-star player.”
Nodding, I scan the arena, taking a few more sips of my beer.
“You look like you just saw a ghost. Everything okay?”
“Yeah…all good. I was just reading something.”
Aaron ordered red wine, and he sniffs it before taking a small sip, grimacing and looking down at his cup as if he just tried rat poison.
“I need to start sneaking in my own drinks. This is atrocious.”
“Or maybe, just maybe, you should stop being such a bougie douche and drink beer like the rest of us.”
“Too many carbs.” Taking another sip, his expression twists into an even more pronounced look of disgust as he sets his cup down onto the ground.
“Tell me how this all works. Let’s get the boring lesson over with,” I say, attempting to distract him and, frankly, myself after that message.
I promised to try to understand the hockey basics for the sake of this agreement with Dom and to make sure I don’t look like an ass in front of anyone. The truth is, I don’t like hockey. I’ve never been drawn to the sport. I did try to seriously get into watching sports when I was younger, to appease my parents and try to blend in, but my dad didn’t even notice I was there. They got really good at ignoring me over the years. I even skipped school a few times to see what would happen when they called the house, and they just pretended like they forgot to report my absence.
I could have been kidnapped or lying dead in a ditch somewhere and they wouldn’t have cared. Those episodes really angered Aaron; he started to become concerned with my whereabouts after that.
The joys of being the unwanted second child. I was an accident, and my parents have never let me forget it. And as the years went on, I stopped trying to prove them wrong. I stopped trying to be somebody and, instead, leaned into all the venom they spat at me. Proved them right about me being a worthless excuse for a human being and how they should have never had me.
Aaron nudges my shoulder. “Did you hear me?”
I shake my negative thoughts away. “Uh-huh…this is all very cool.”
“What did I say?”
Shit…umm…
