Page 23 of Monstrous Urges

It’s like dirty talk on fucking steroids. A thermonuclear level Dom. It would almost be comically over-the-top, if it weren’t for the fact that I’m soaked. My pulse is hammering in my ears, making my skin tingle. My nipples have tightened, and a needy ache throbs in my core.

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

If making a new username after you blocked my other one is cheating, I don’t give a fuck. I play to win, baby girl. And winning justifies any means.

SecretSlut

And if I’m not into that?

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

Nice try. I might even believe you, except what you crave is blatantly obvious.

I tremble, my thighs clenching together on my bar stool as I stare wide-eyed at my screen.

SecretSlut

What it is you think I crave?

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

To be completely dominated. The fancy car, the business clothes, the heels. You’re someone who prides herself on always being in control. You want me to rip that away from you. That’s why you met a stranger in the fucking woods. Because you wanted me to be in control of you.

I don’t realize I’m breathing heavily or that my face is frozen as I stare at the phone until Fumi asks me if everything’s okay. Startled, I pull my eyes away from the screen, mumbling out some lame excuse about texting business stuff with Gabriel and Alistair.

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

You get one more chance, baby girl. And this time if we’re going to play, we’re going to play for real.

A low siren begins to whine in my ears as my blood turns to molten lead and my core clenches over and over, with an embarrassing slickness coating my thighs.

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

This app has a “find me” function. Top right-hand corner. Turn on Location Mode.

My eyes bulge.

Holy shit.

I tap on the settings wheel, and then stare at the toggle for “location mode”, my skin tingling.

This is insane. Signing up at all was crazy. Driving out to the woods last night was dangerous and reckless.

But this? Sharing my fucking location with this psychopath twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?

Lunacy.

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

You like primal play? You want to prove you’re not just some cute little tourist? Be a good girl and turn it on. Turn it on and LEAVE IT on.

My breath comes in panted, staccato gasps. My skin feels like it’s being electrified, and the friction of my panties against my slick core as I shift in my seat is agonizing.

SecretSlut

And then what?

YouCanRunButYouCantHide

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