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GRAYSON
Fuck me.
Am I really thinking of doing this?
The stark rap of my shoes on the pavement threatened the serenity of the street.
As I approached my car, I clamped my hand around my phone. The pain from the edge of the casing was an effort to summon some sense and morality, like a monk flagellating himself with a barbed wire flogger to absolve himself of future sins.
Where was this fake abduction happening? I could easily find out. The café Wi-Fi was shitty, and her phone encryption pitiful.
What I had overheard from the women’s conversation was close to sexual torture, for they’d echoed my own perverted fantasies. Except mine were illegal, and a step further into the dark. Thinking about it was one thing, but actually doing it?
No. I shook my head, but the temptation she represented kept rattling around in there and wouldn’t fall out. I’d played this as a game before, but like she’d said, knowing it was a game ruined it. Sure it had been fun, but it could have been so much…more.
I had all the time in the world to indulge myself and the money to do it with. But did I want to do something so criminal I might spend the next ten years in prison?
Fuck, I could afford a good lawyer, and if the real thing was what she wanted, would she even be upset?
What if I could pull this off?
What would I truly do with a girl who delivered herself into my hands like a sweet little angel, begging to be bent over and fucked in the ass?
I smiled.
When she turned to go order coffee, the sway of her hips had made her coat swish across her rear. That dress was split in a few indiscreet places. I’d glimpsed black panties and the curve of that ass, the crease where ass met leg. Sumptuous was the word that had come to mind. I loved a fat juicy ass. The rest of her body had begged me run my gaze over it, so I had, all the way up to her vibrant red lips.
Imagining myself making her kneel and open that mouth was the cherry on the top of my accidental voyeurism. I didn’t even know her full name, just that her first was Emme, but I knew her soft voice and what turned her on.
Seize the day? I opened the car door.
As I slid in and shut the door, I retrieved my phone from my pocket. I pulled up what I’d grabbed from the café Wi-Fi the woman had used.
She wanted consensual non-consent, CNC—apparently with a stranger. If I took her instead of him, what would the problem be? The only person it would make a difference to was me, and maybe the man who was rude enough to show up late to a scheduled abduction.
Sure, she might be afraid when she found out she’d been taken by the wrong man, but from what she’d been saying, unpredictability was what she wanted.
Besides, what if the guy her friend set her up with was some sort of serial killer? At least with me she’d be mostly safe.
Mostly.
“Fuck. What am I thinking?” I stared out the windshield then at my phone. This was a bad idea.
It wasn’t too late to talk myself out of it. However bad was far more exciting than good.
The encryption from her phone was the weak point more than the Wi-Fi. I needed that last message she’d forwarded to find out where this was happening.
Out of curiosity, I found the message.
It was just a bit of snooping. No harm done, right?
I read through it, my heart pounding, my cock straining at my zipper. They had a codeword so she could tell she was getting grabbed by the right man. The question was whether to use it. It would be fun to trick her by using it, but it would also be fun to have her mindfucked right from the beginning.
Hypothetically.
I wasn’t really going to do it, was I?
