She fucking finally brings it up.
Me: That was my plan. I was role playing with you. Did you enjoy it?
Gemma7: Until you left me naked on the side of the road.
Me: Cuddles and aftercare isn’t my thing.
For once I see a clear delineation between Johnny and the real me. I want to aftercare her to death.
Gemma7: What about you?
Me: What about me?
Gemma7: Can I hurt you? I mean, beyond sleeping with…you know.
Me: As far as real pain?
Gemma7: Yeah.
Me: Like sadism?
Gemma7: Would a dildo in your ass count?
I drop my fucking phone.
Pacing my bedroom, I let out a roar. “Where in the hell is she getting this from?”
Her book club.
Against my will, a visual of something I heard months ago about Priscilla pegging Riordan screams back into my brain, but I shake that image away.
Me: That’s not happening. I’d rather use it on you. How is your vibrator?
Gemma7: Dead.
Me: You fucked it so hard you killed the poor thing?
Gemma7: LOL. You’re funny.
Me: I try. Why is your vibrator dead?
Gemma7: The batteries are missing.
Odd how she doesn’t find that suspicious.
Me: And?
Gemma7: I assume my forbidden man stole them.
I freeze. Does she really know it was me? Fuck, she’s on to me.
Yet she has no idea I’ve fucked with her app.
Okay, down this wormhole we go…
Me: The guy you’re working with, who you’re going to fuck to get me jealous? You think he broke into your apartment to steal your vibrator batteries?
Gemma7: He’s a little…stalkerish.