Page 64 of Endless Obsession

CuriousDove24: And then, what?

A picture comes through. It’s like the one he sent me last time, of him from the chest up, that mask on his face. Once again, it’s dark and blurry enough that I can’t really make out any of the tattoos on his chest, but what I’m focused on is his face. That mask, obscuring his features. And when he sends me a second picture, once again of his hand gripping that thick cock of his, I have a feeling I know what he’s going to say.

Venom69xxx: I’d tell you to run, dove. Run through the orchard while I chase you. Until I catch you, and eat you, just like I promised.

Venom69xxx: I imagine you taste sweeter than the apples.

My hand is under my panties, sliding between my folds, dragging through the wet heat as I find my swollen clit and start to rub. I can imagine all of it, exactly what he’s saying, and the fact that it turns me on so much, that I want it, makes me feel guilty and ecstatic, all at once.

Before I can stop myself, I do something I’ve never done before.

I reach for my phone, angling it so that I get a shot of my hand inside my panties, making sure there’s nothing identifiable in the picture. And then I take another of just my fingers, wet and glistening.

CuriousDove24: I wish you could taste me right now. I’m so wet.

Venom69xxx: Oh fuck, dove. You look so good. I want those fingers in my mouth. I’m already so close.

Venom69xxx: Fuck, I just need to come. I can’t wait. Imagine me pinning you down in the grass with my cock inside you, and come for me too.

I gasp as I shove my hand back into my panties, too turned on to go and get one of my toys. I need to come, too, and the idea that I’ve gotten him so worked up that he can’t wait has me on the edge. I feel myself getting closer and closer, and then another clip flashes up into the chat. I reach out with my left hand, clicking on it as my fingers rub frantically over my clit, and let out a shaky moan as it plays.

I watch as his cock stiffens in his hand, his fingers rubbing in quick, sharp strokes over the tip, and I hear him groan as cum arcs from it, his hips thrusting upwards as he comes all over his hand, spattering his fingers as he grips his shaft and strokes himself harder through the orgasm. It sends me over the edge, too, and I play it again as I feel my muscles tense, the pleasure bursting through me as I cry out, a long, whimpering moan spilling from my lips as I come hard to the sight of Venom coming for me.

Breathless, I sit there for a second, coming down from the high. I can still feel the aftershocks quivering through me when I reach out to tell him how good that was—and see, to my disappointment, that he’s already logged off.

I bite my lip, trying to shove the feeling away. It’s an Internet chat site for getting off, Charlotte, I tell myself firmly. And he got off. What do you think he was going to do, sit and virtually snuggle afterwards?

I need to get my head on straight. I’m disappointed that a faceless man online logged out abruptly after getting what we were both there for, and while I know it’s probably tied to having also been let down by Ivan earlier, I know I’m being ridiculous.

Shoving my chair back, I strip out of my clothes and go to clean up, changing into my pajamas afterward. I make myself a cup of tea, downloading a dating app while I do, and slide into bed, signing in and starting to flip through the profiles of the men signed up there.

Nice, normal men, I tell myself firmly, as I look through them. Men with golden retrievers and pictures of them hiking. Men who have jobs they can tell me about. Men who will suggest apple-picking dates themselves—that don’t involve stalking me through them at night and fucking me in the grass.

I ignore the jab of disappointment I feel at that thought, and swipe right on a few. Attractive guys, the type that looks like the sort of men I’ve always dated. Nice, and safe. Men who probably won’t rock my world in bed, but who also won’t let me down.

The fantasies have been fun. But it’s time I start thinking about where my love life is going after the fantasies have been explored.

Before I get in too deep, and can’t climb back out.

20

IVAN

Iknew Charlotte would be upset that I had to cancel our date. I was upset that I had to cancel our date. But there was no way I could go looking the way I did after my father’s “lesson” in his office.

Still, even the pain of my injuries couldn’t keep me from logging on Saturday night, wondering if she’d get on. If she’d end up there, since she wasn’t out with me. Safely back in my own familiar home, in the glow of the computer screens, I’d gone from soft to rock-hard the moment I saw her name pop up.

It felt strange, to commiserate with her about a date that I was supposed to be on with her. It also felt strange, knowing that instead of that date, she was talking to who she believed was another man. And what I said was the truth. I felt like an idiot for missing out on the date with her. I felt like I could have somehow avoided all of this, even though the truth is that there really was nothing I could have done. Trying to get out of taking Sabrina to the gala would have ended badly for me, too. And going along with my father’s plans for her was unthinkable.

I’d tell you to run, dove. Run through the orchard while I chase you.

I look up at my ceiling in the morning light through my swollen eye, groaning at the memory. Despite the aching, stabbing, bruised variety of pains ricocheting through my body with every passing moment, just the memory of that conversation is enough to make me hard. And I can’t help wondering how many of Charlotte’s secret fantasies are things that she would actually want to become a reality.

It’s no secret that plenty of people fantasize about things that they’d never want to do in real life, and there’s nothing wrong with that, in my opinion. But Charlotte has been so good all her life, so proper, and I desperately want to know how much of what she’s talked to me about in the secrecy of our online chats is what she actually wants.

If she wanted me to chase her through an apple orchard with a mask on, pin her to the grass and fuck her right there, I’d gladly do it. It would be one of the tamer things I’ve done, actually. And just the thought is enough to make my cock ache, adding that pain to the list of everything else on my body that hurts.

Gritting my teeth, I reach down and push my sweatpants down to my thighs, freeing my already-dripping cock. A quick swipe of my thumb over the thick pre-cum dripping from the swollen, tight head, and I have enough to create a slick, hot slide of my fist over the straining flesh that has my toes curling in seconds.

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