Page 2 of Moth to a Flame

But the money isn’t the worst of it.

Moth to a Flame is a constant reminder of how alone I am.

Running a dating and hookup service for kinksters when I don’t allow myself any of it…

Fucking torture.

Moreover, when my company does everything in its power so that our subscribers find their match.

Looking for pain? We’ll get you your spanker. Golden showers? Plenty of our users will gladly be at your service. Age play, role play, pet play—they’re all welcome on Moth to a Flame.

There’s beauty in that. Acceptance. Homecoming, if you will.

How easy it is for them.

How it’ll never happen to me.

I won’t have love. Or an active sex life. I just won’t.

I witnessed firsthand what love does to my family.

Doom. Bloodshed. Inevitable death.

No one else should be hurt because my gene pool is more like a cesspool.

Because obsession is a mild description of what consumed my mother until she couldn’t take it anymore. Until the day she lost it altogether and put a bullet through my father’s head and then through hers.

She reached her limit fourteen years ago.

I’ve been doing my fucking best to avoid relationships ever since.

Fourteen years of convincing myself I don’t need a woman in my life. Of resenting our subscribers for dating, fucking or falling in love. Got a few emails inviting me and my two VPs to their wedding—life’s clever way to laugh at my face.

It’s laughing harder now, I’m sure. Mocking me as it—whatever diving entity is out there—watches me lose what little sense of self-control I’ve had for years. As I give in to my obsession, as I stalkher.

This isn’t the first time I’ve done it, either.

This is the fourteenth time in fourteen days that I have taken a seat behind the desk in my den.

I can’t help it. I Fire up my laptop and hack into hers with my dick hard in my jeans.

I stalk her.

Regan Everglow.

One of our subscribers whose profile I stumbled upon two weeks ago.

Sometimes, I browse through our subscribers’ profiles, checking to see if anyone stands out. Anyone who could be a threat and abuse this,my, community. No one fucks with what’s mine.

It’s a clinical process. A necessary one.

Then her profile popped up. A new subscriber. A woman looking for a man to roleplay a consensual non-consent scene with. But it wasn’t her kink that made me forget the vow I’d made to myself.

Her face. Her gorgeous fucking face.

Round cheeks, thick, black lashes. A shy smile and those large brown eyes that stared into my soul.

We could be good together, her innocent picture whispered to me.You could be rough. You could be dirty. Belt me, cut me, pretend to rape me. I’ll take it. Everything would be okay if you just came for me. Come get me, Landon. Come for me.

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