Page 43 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

And then there’s the album of vintage pinup photos, he continues. You’ve favorited almost every image.

Again, he’s correct. I’ve always been drawn to the tease and glamour of those old photos.

And the spanking videos. You love those.

You’ve been doing your homework, I type.

I have, he responds quickly. I find you fascinating.

I pause, unsure how to proceed. Part of me wants to shut down the conversation, to log off and pretend this never happened. But another part, the part fueled by the battle I’ve had inside of me of danger vs. safe continues on.

Is that what you want to do?I type. Spank me?

Is that what you want?WinterWatcher replies. To be spanked?

I hesitate, my fingers hovering over the keys.

Maybe, I type finally.

I actually think you want more than that.

Istare at his words, my heart racing. He’s right, of course. I do want more. But how could he know that?

What do you think I want?I type.

There’s a pause before his response comes through. You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.

His words hit me like a physical blow. I feel naked, stripped bare by his perceptions.

I get up from my chair and pace my room, trying to sober up some. This is unlike me. I never peel back the curtain. And yet, here I am.

Something about WinterWatcher’s words has me captivated.

I sit back down, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Are you the kind of man who can make all those fantasies happen?

Yes, comes his swift reply.

How?I type, my fingers shaking. How would you do it?

There’s a pause before his reply comes through. First, I’d make you wait. Build the anticipation. Make you think about all the possibilities until you’re practically begging for it. I’d want your pussy wet without me even touching you.

Oh Jesus. Here we go... Is this officially sexting? I don’t even know what to call this!

Then?I prompt, barely breathing.

Then, WinterWatcher types, I’d blindfold you. Take away your sight so every other sense is heightened. You’d feel the brush of my fingertips along your skin, never knowing where I’d touch next. The anticipation would drive you wild.

I swallow hard, my body responding to his words.

Go on, I type, my heart racing.

I’d tie your wrists, not too tight, but enough to make you feel restrained. Vulnerable. At my mercy. Then I’d explore every inch of your body with my hands, my mouth. Tasting you. Teasing you. Building you up slowly until you’re quivering, desperate for release.

Isqueeze my thighs together, feeling a familiar warmth building.

And then?I prompt, switching to voice command for... ease.

Then, when you’re on the edge, when you can’t take it anymore, I’d spank you. Hard. Just once. The shock of it would ripple through your body, heightening every sensation.

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