Page 5 of Monstrous Urges

A flush blooms in my cheeks as I read through the messages from a few hours ago.

SecretSlut

No bathroom stuff. No animals.

I mean, fine print and legal wording is my career. You’ve gotta cross your T’s and dot your I’s.

SecretSlut

No extreme sadism like torture or anything. No being tied up or immobilized. No anal. No other people involved.

NapoleonInExile

Nope.

SecretSlut

Nope??

NapoleonInExile

You may pick three of those.

I’d stared at the phone. Fumi was off getting us another round at the bar.

SecretSlut

No, those are all my limits.

NapoleonInExile

Yes, and you get to keep three of them. That’s MY limit. You have five seconds.

I know I could have, should have, just ended the conversation with Mr. Control Freak then and there. But I didn’t.

I might still be trying to figure out why.

NapoleonInExile

Four

NapoleonInExile

Three

SecretSlut

Ok, the first three

No bathroom stuff. No extreme torture. No animals. I mean, of all the things I listed, those are simply non-starters. I sent the reply in a hazy blur, my skin tingling.

NapoleonInExile

I’m going to enjoy breaking you, my little slut.

It’s embarrassing how wet I got reading that at the bar. Or how much wetter I got when he told me we’d be meeting tonight and sent me GPS coordinates to what I assume is his house outside the city, in the Hudson Valley.

Before Fumi came back with our drinks, I managed to send one more message.

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