Page 32 of Dark Horse

Very reassuring.

You asked what I wanted, and I want to see your face.

Surprising. I always figured you for the nameless, faceless type.

Plus, I thought it would make it less awkward for both of us.

I went through all the stages of discomfort the other day when I found all your toys charging on the counter and everything on your computer. I think we’re past that now.

The toys too? Wow.

Maybe kidnapping and death would have been easier.

Don’t joke.

Is that what you like then? You have quite the collection.

The dots pop up and disappear several times while I smirk at my phone.

You’re not gonna toy shame, are you? Those guys always end up being disappointing in bed.

No. Just curious.

You won’t have to worry about that.

That confident?

That confident you’ll never know the answer to whether I am or not. This stays behind a screen.

Is that another rule?

Another given.

Let me see your face.

A moment later, another picture comes through. It’s one of her reflection in the mirror in her room. She’s tangled up in the sheets and looking back over her shoulder at the mirror in profile as she holds the phone. She doesn’t bother blocking her face this time.

She’s fucking stunning. I understand why all these men were paying for an ounce of her attention. I’d sell my soul for her if I had one left.

HELLFIRE:

There. Two photos. One giving face. Anything else, boss?

No. You should go to sleep. You said you had a long day.

I’m awake now. Apparently sexting with your landlord does that.

Are we sexting?

I’m sending you naked photos, so I think yes.

Although it’s very one-sided. I’m used to getting an avalanche of dick pics by now.

I’ve only ever sent one dick pic in my life, and it was on a dare.

A dare? Who?

My friend’s mom.

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