Page 25 of Corrupted Heart

Tell me what you’re looking for. I’m not into games.

There’s a power in his language and the brief, stoic responses. It’s slightly rude, or at least a little brusque. At the same time, it’s also more than a little exciting. It’s thrilling, like this person has a real edge of danger to them.

Which, obviously, rings my bell, because I’m insane. Why yes, please, I would love a “dangerous” vibe to my internet stranger who I’m chatting with for the sole purpose of acting out a rape fantasy with.

You need psychiatric help, you nutbar.

I take a deep breath. Then my thumbs tap rapidly on the phone screen.

BrokenBee

I want you to surprise me in the dark. I want to be chased when I’m not ready for it. I want you to catch me

My pulse is roaring in my ears.

RaisedByWolves

And then?

BrokenBee

I want you to fuck me. Hard. Rough

RaisedByWolves

And if you protest? I mean without using the safe word.

Heat pools between my thighs.

BrokenBee

If I protest, I want you to keep doing it anyway, harder

He’s silent for a second. It feels like ten hours.

RaisedByWolves

What are your hard limits.

BrokenBee

None

RaisedByWolves

Try the fuck again. And this time think before you say shit like that to a man like me.

Holy fuck. What the hell am I doing?

I think for a second, and then tap out an answer.

BrokenBee

No bathroom stuff. No impact play. I mean, slaps are okay. But nothing harder than that.

I hit send, then start typing again.

BrokenBee

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