Page 10 of A Smile Full of Lies
Months ago, she brought me her laptop when it started refusing to charge. She told me I was the only one she trusted to fix it. So I did. I replaced the battery, ran updates, and scrubbed the system clean. But while I had it, I installed a key logger — silent, invisible, and built from the ground up to be undetectable. Something only I knew how to find.
At first, I told myself it was for safety. To protect her. Make sure she wasn’t being stalked or exploited.
But that was a lie.
The truth was simpler: I needed to see her…allof her. The private thoughts. The ones she never said out loud. The ones no one else got to hear.
And tonight, she finally typed them out for anonymous strangers on the internet to read.
She typed like she worried someone might peer over her shoulder at any second, slow and hesitant. I watched her keystrokes populate in real time.
GraveyardGirl93: I think I want to be chased.
A sharp jolt of heat rolled through my spine and my cock twitched behind my zipper.
Oh, sweetheart. If you only knew how many times I’ve fantasized about you saying things like that.
My hand hovered over the keyboard, breathing slow as my vision narrowed. Every inch of me went hard and hungry as I logged in to the confession forum under my own burner account, the one I’d made the first time she ever logged into this site… just in case.
I didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. No guilt. No second thoughts. Just instinct.
StrayDog777 was ready.My DM response to her was almost instantaneous.
StrayDog777
How would you want to be caught?
My jaw flexed.
Her cursor blinked in the keystroke logger I had open on my left-hand monitor in my dual-screen setup while the forum sat open on the monitor to my right.
There was an excruciatingly long pause.
Then she replied.
GraveyardGirl93
I want to be pinned down and overpowered. Caught in the dark with his breath in my ear, his hands tight on my wrists, and his teeth on my throat. I can almost feel his body pressing me into the ground while I struggle, even though we both know I don’t really want to get away.
Fuck me sideways. I don’t know exactly what I was expecting her to say, but it wasn’t that.
My breath sharpened. My cock swelled, thick and aching thanks to her wicked, perfect words.
She wanted the same things I did, at least in a physical sense. She was fantasizing about being chased and pinned and fucked roughly. My pulse thundered in my ears and my blood seared me from the inside out.
My hand tightened around the edge of the desk until the wood creaked beneath the pressure. Then, I cracked my knuckles and typed in another response, egging her on.
StrayDog777
And then?
A muscle in my jaw ticked as I ground my teeth and stared at the screen, willing her to answer me faster.
Her typing sped up.
GraveyardGirl93
He’d make me beg, drag it out until I’m a mindless wreck. I want him to use his strength to hold me down and force me to take it — every inch of him — until I’m broken and begging for more.
