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Spanking and handcuffs felt acceptably kinky, even a little trendy. But there were fetishes for stalking, kidnapping, and captivity, all of which had me practically shivering with desire. They fell under the umbrella of “consensual non-consent,” which involved the submissive person roleplaying that they weren’t willing. All of it got a five out of five from me.
By 1 am, I’d completed the entire sheet and was squirming in my seat from the fantasies it inspired. At least it was finished and I could have a little date with my vibrator before bed. Except…
Damn it. Their stupid rules. I wasn’t supposed to masturbate without permission, and again the question sprang to my mind: how would they even know?
I saved the pages to my phone and attached them in the group chat Vincent had set up, along with the message:If this list ever gets in front of anyone else’s eyes besides you four, I WILL KILL YOU.
I left my phone on my desk, locked my door, and rummaged under my bed for the box I hid my sex toys in. It wasn’t a particularly large collection, but well-used. Usually, I didn’t feel such a thrill when I opened the box, but knowing I was doing this against their orders made it feel particularly naughty.
My ass was still sore from the last spanking I’d gotten, yet I was prepared to break a rule already. I should have warned them that rules and I didn’t get along.
My phone buzzed again, and I sighed. I should have guessed at least one of the boys would be awake. I snagged my vibrator from the box and tossed it on the bed, flopping down among my pillows before I checked the text. It was from Manson.
Our customer’s proprietary information is of the utmost importance to us. Your dirty little secret is safe.
Staring at the screen, I imagined him looking over the list. I’d been brutally honest, even for the kinks I never thought I’d admit to liking. I’d felt wildly brave while filling it out, but now that it was out of my hands, I was nervous.
When do I get to see your lists?I feel like it’s only fair I get some blackmail material on you too.I responded.
A text from Lucas came through.It isn’t blackmail if we’re not afraid of it getting out. If the public wants to know how I fuck, that’s fine with me.
I shook my head, smiling despite myself. It was easy to imagine Lucas loudly declaring exactly what he liked to anyone who would listen.
To my surprise, Manson responded with an attachment. Then Lucas, then Jason. Then Jason again, with the message:This one is Vince’s. He’s at work.
I vaguely recalled that Vincent worked as a bartender, but I wasn’t sure where. I opened up Manson’s attachment first, unable to resist skimming through the list. My thighs squeezed a little tighter together as my eyes widened, and I found myself pinching my lower lip as I read. Every time I found our interests to be similarly aligned, there was a little throb in my chest as if my heart had jumped in excitement.
Reading through his answers was far more of a turn-on than I’d expected. I reached for my vibrator, flicking it on and slowly trailing it over my inner thighs. He’d rated scarification as a five on his interest scale, and immediately I thought of the tiny heart etched into my finger. There was something so unbearably erotic about him slicing into my flesh, watching my blood well up and consuming it right in front of me.
What would it be like to let him cut into me deep enough to scar? To beg him not to hurt me and have him smile at me in response, knowing that he wasn’t going to stop —
Are you about to get yourself off, Jessica?
My phone almost slipped through my fingers.The text was from Lucas.
I messaged back hurriedly.You told me I wasn’t allowed to without permission.
So you DO remember the rules,Manson responded.Why are you already breaking them, brat? Trying to get spanked again already?
Put the vibrator down, and start begging for permission instead,Lucas’s next message read.
Shit, I’d already fucked up. But how did theyknowthis? What was going on?
I frowned, switching off the vibrator and setting it aside. My curtains were open, and I leaned toward the glass, peering down into the yard. Nothing but darkness was out there, but…
I snatched up my phone again.Where are you? How didyou know I was using a vibrator?
Lucas’s next message was quick to arrive.It doesn’t matter where I am. But if you pick up that toy again and start using it without permission, I’ll know.
Lucas’s text had a photo attached, and I had to wait for it to load. But once it did, it stuttered my breath to a halt.
It was a photo of my bedroom window. The curtains were open, and the light was on. The angle was taken from somewhere below. I scrambled toward the glass again, taking a much more thorough look at the yard. The bushes, the trees, the wooden fence, behind the garbage cans…nothing.
Does it scare you? Knowing I’m watching you?
I stared at his message, then back out into the dark. It didn’t scare me, not exactly. This feeling was different.
How long have you been watching me?I wrote.
