Page 2 of Chase Me

I’ll start to walk away, my high heels making it a slow trek. And that’s when they’ll creep up behind me, staying far enough back that I can only see their shadow lingering in the distance.

Then I’ll run, abandoning the heels in favor of bare feet pounding on cement. In an attempt to outrun my stalker, I’ll veer toward the woods. Leaves will crunch under my feet, the branches will cut me, leaving small drops of blood in my wake.

And then, he’ll catch me.

What happens when I catch you?That was the first question Connor asked me.

I chewed on my lip, running his question through my mind over and over.

What do you think?

That’s a loaded question,he answered.I’d want to fuck you, of course. You’d fight me, though, wouldn’t you? You’d try to push me away, leave claw marks down my back before I could pin you down. But eventually, you’d give in. A dirty girl like you would like every second of it. And by the end, your body would crave my touch. Isn’t that right?

The dirty words typed into the chat bubble had me blushing furiously, sinking farther under my covers.

You still there, Ivy?he asked after a moment.

I’m here.

Want me to keep going, or do you get the idea?

Please keep going.

You’d definitely be screaming that.The suggestiveness to his words had my whole body flaming hot and aching.But I’d probably take my time, restrain myself…after I restrain you. My belt would work perfectly to tie your hands together, maybe even loop it over a tree branch first. I’d use my pocketknife to cut your dress straight down the center. I wonder what you’d have underneath it? Do you normally leave the house without panties, or did you do that just for me?

Yes.My breath hitched as I typed the words.

I don’t normally start off so strong. But you, Ivy, you lit a fire in me.

I wasn’t sure if I should apologize or beg him to keep going. My pussy was dripping just from reading his messages and my fingers were itching to slide under my panties and rub my clit to thoughts of him.

Connor wasn’t the only man to message me onDesire, but after him, no one else mattered. I stalked his profile. Staring at the picture of him that boasted a six-foot man covered in tattoos. Swirls of black ink lined almost every inch of his exposed skin, trailing up under the plain black t-shirt he wore. He had a beanie on in his picture, but ash colored hair peeked out from the edges, and it matched the well-groomed beard that covered his jawline. Instantly my mind imagined what it would feel like between my legs.

I couldn’t deny that Connor was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. His arms were sculpted with rippling muscles, and I could see the outline of his six-pack through the shirt he wore. I scrolled through the images of him, licking my lips as I thought over all the dirty things he had messaged me.

This wasn’t supposed to be real.

And yet, something urged me to let it be. So when he asked to make my fantasy come to life, how was I supposed to say no?

AndDesiremade it too easy, with every hesitation that would stop me from letting a stranger on the internet fuck me handled. Background checks were required to make an account, and the app had an easy process to request STD tests from potential partners. Everything was verified byDesire, leaving guesswork out of the equation. Before I knew it, Connor had set the whole thing up. All that was left for me to do was run.

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Wear a red dress, Ivy.Connor had demanded via the in-app messenger.Red hair, red dress, red lipstick. I plan on pulling the first, ripping the second, and smearing the third.

I blushed when I read the dirty words, but I couldn’t deny the wetness that was already gathering between my thighs. I craved every depraved thing he wanted to do to me.

And here I am. Sitting on a stool, sipping a fruity pink drink, as I try to search the bar for his face. The vinyl seat sticks to my skin as the bottom of the red dress rises up my thigh. My discomfort in the outfit seems silly in contrast to those around me.

In the cages that hang from the ceiling are scantily dressed women dancing along to the music that blares from the club speakers. I know in the levels below me I’d find men and women in various stages of undress.Desirehad a place for everyone.

We’ll explore each level someday,Connor messaged me.But this first time is all about making your fantasy come true.

I wanted to explore each level ofDesire’s Kink Club, but I’m oddly thankful today isn’t the day. The bar alone is enough for a girl who has never done anything kinky in her life.

My purse vibrates again, and I fish out my phone to reveal a new message.

Found you,Connor sent, along with a photo of me. The image was taken from behind, and looks to be from a higher viewpoint. My red hair is visible, hanging in loose waves down my back, and I’m sitting in this very spot. My ass on the vinyl bar stool, the red dress covering very little.

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