Page 26 of A Smile Full of Lies
She was unraveling beautifully, still thinking it was an anonymous stranger talking her off a ledge.
And I was right here, puppet-stringing every word, and loving every second of it.
She hadn’t typed anything for almost a full minute.
She just sat there blinking at the screen, her breathing shallow and ragged through her mic, fingers twitching like she wanted to say something — anything — but couldn’t quite find the courage.
She didn’t need to. I had something else in mind.
I waited until her eyes started to drift, like maybe the chat was over.
Then I typed:
StrayDog777
If I were someone you knew…
She froze like a deer in the headlights.
StrayDog777
…if I had a familiar body, hands you’ve seen before, and a voice you know…
StrayDog777
If I were there… would you let me chase you?
Her chest rose sharply. Her pupils dilated, black swallowing her blue-green irises.
I kept going, smooth and slow.
StrayDog777
Would you let me catch you, sweetheart?
She didn’t move, didn’t even blink.
StrayDog777
Would you let me help make your dark little fantasies come true?
Her hand flew to her mouth.
She wasn’t breathing… not properly.
Her knees curled to her chest, arms wrapping tight around them, like she needed to hold herself together.
I watched the whole thing play out in real time, one camera trained on her face, the other on her body.
She was trembling, flushed, and completely undone.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper. I leaned back in my chair, eyes half-lidded as I watched her struggle to eventhink, much less respond.
I’d be willing to bet every penny I have to my name she’s never been this aroused by a man before.
She’s never been this exposed with anyone, and she thought she was doing it anonymously.
To a fucking faceless, nameless stranger on the internet.
