It was a disconcerting chain of reactions.
But when I checked my messages, it wasn’t Tripp.
Mads: Check your email.
Mads: Make popcorn.
Mads: And remember that it’s a movie, not real life.
Mads: Though maybe have your vibrator charged, too. Just in case.
What kind of movie is this?
I saved all my work and opened the file Maddie forwarded from Tripp, putting it on full screen and settling in.
Let’s hope it’s a good one.
Oh God.
Oh my God.
For the hundredth time, I was thankful that I’d waited to watchOld Flamefrom the comfort of my own living room. Because also for the hundredth time, I paused the movie to let out a muffled scream, and I was fairly certain that would’ve been frowned upon in the theater.
I hadn’t been sure what I was getting into, other than the general raving about the twisty film. Raving that my handsome boss seemed to be at the pinnacle of. Everyone loved hisperformance. It was why there’d been the drastic shift in advertising.
The movie wasn’t over yet, and I got it.
Oh man, did I get it.
The layers.
The Easter eggs and breadcrumbs that I’d had to go back to confirm.
The sudden and dramatic twist from love triangle romance to darkly erotic thriller.
And Tripp.
I wasn’t sure I would be able to look at him again. All his charm had turned on a dime to show a total psycho.
A totally hot psycho.
And I was definitely fucked in the head because, unlike the heroine, his red flags wouldn’t have sent me into hiding at a cottage. They would’ve beckoned me closer.
It was shocking to see so much crazed desperation on Tripp’s face, but also… not. Maybe a day or two before I would’ve been more rocked by seeing my thoughtful, chill boss acting like that, but that was before I’d been the target of his gruff orders. Before he’d demanded I call himSirwhile he ate my pussy and bit me hard enough to leave teeth marks on my ass.
I’d also gotten the distinct impression that he’d been holding back, and I’d spent the better part of the day obsessing about what it would be like without the stipulations or his restraint.
Mental restraints. The literal kind were a point of interest and very much on the table—pun intended.
Seeing that edge to him on screen made me more than curious. I wanted to learn for myself what he was capable of.
WhatIwas capable of.
I pressed play and only made it another five minutes before I had to pause again for another bout of… cuteness aggression wasn’t the right term since there was nothing cute about the way Tripp’s character was lurking outside of his ex’s cottage with his dick in his hand.
Lust aggression.
It was lust aggression that tightened my body and had me kicking my feet as I let out another giddy squeal.
