9. Abby
9
ABBY
CagedBird
I’m sorry I logged off last night. Are you free to chat?
M y teeth worry at my lower lip as I anxiously wait for GentAnon’s reply. He’s offline, and after the way I ghosted him last night, I won’t be surprised if he ignores the notification about my message.
I heave in a shuddering breath when the tick mark beside his screenname turns green.
GentAnon
Are you ready for your punishment, little dove?
My stomach flips.
CagedBird
Yes. I know I deserve it.
I will never be worthy of a man like Dane. I’m too fucked up for a normal man to want the real me.
GentAnon
Are you going to be a good girl for me? I’m almost disappointed. I like a little fight in you. Clipping your wings is such a pleasure, my little dove.
My core turns molten, and I squirm beneath my duvet as my clit begins to pulse in response to his crass threats. They should terrify me, but the thrill that fizzes through my veins is subversively alluring. I’m addicted to this fear, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
And I want him to burn me up until I don’t have any thoughts left except for the desire to submit to his perverted will.
CagedBird
Tell me what you want to do to me.
GentAnon
Making demands? That’s not how this works. Beg.
Arousal wets my labia, and my inner muscles clench.
“Please…” I whisper the plea aloud as I type it. I’m practically panting for him, desperate for him to ravage my psyche and draw out all of my shameful secrets. He’ll put them on full display, revealing the dark truth at my core.
I know what I am, no matter how many sunny smiles I present to the world. It’s only right that I’m huddled alone in the dark while I give myself over to a stranger online.
Despite the electric chemistry I share with Dane, he doesn’t make me wet with nothing more than a cruel glance. Our kiss proved that I can’t experience intimacy with him without thinking about being violated.
I allow my eyes to drift closed for a moment. Dane’s gorgeous face fills my mind, and I recall the angry flex of his jaw when he asked who hurt me. But in the darkness of my fantasy, instead of being enraged on my behalf, that dangerous frown is directed at me. His green eyes spark with displeasure, and I tense in anticipation of his retribution.
My messenger pings an alert, and my eyes snap open.
GentAnon
“Please” isn’t good enough. Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.
CagedBird
Make me.
GentAnon
Stubbornness is a distasteful trait in such a pretty toy. I’ll break you of that.
My breaths come fast and shallow, and my hand skims down my belly.
GentAnon
Don’t you dare touch yourself. Wait for my permission.
All of my muscles coil tight with the effort of restraining myself, but I still on his command. It’s unnerving that he knows me so well after months of confessing my darkest secrets in the middle of the night, but that disturbing fact only stokes my lust.
GentAnon
If you don’t want to kneel for me, I’ll bind your ankles to your thighs and force you onto your knees. Then you won’t be capable of doing more than crawling for me. I think I’d like to have you as my needy pet. I’ll slip a ring gag between your teeth so that you can’t do anything but whimper and drool for my cock.
My fingers are shaking from the adrenaline coursing through me. My inner thighs are slick with my desire, and I’m aching to touch myself.
But I won’t. I’m enjoying our game too much to deny his control, even if he’s not here to witness any disobedience.
CagedBird
You left my hands free. Your pet still has claws.
GentAnon
Claw at me all you want. It will make taming you all the more satisfying. I can feel your nails sinking into my forearm while I pin your throat. You writhe and whine, but you’re so small and weak. So breakable. Your fingers soften as your vision tunnels. You can’t breathe unless I allow it. You’re trapped on your bound legs, and you melt into my arms. It’s almost too easy to wrap the rope around your wrists. Do you hear me laughing, little dove? It’s no effort at all to subdue you. You’re my tame pet now, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m your master. I own you.
Green eyes flash through my mind, and sensual lips curve in a cruel smirk. My core contracts, desperate to be filled.
CagedBird
Please. I need to come. I need to touch myself.
GentAnon
Naughty thing. Pets don’t talk. You’ll take my cock in your mouth and moan around my dick if you want to beg me for an orgasm.
CagedBird
I love how your cock tastes, Master. I love when you use me for your own pleasure.
GentAnon
Sweet little pet. You feel so good when I’m fucking your mouth. I know you’re trembling for release. Your cunt must be aching, but you aren’t allowed to come yet. This is your punishment. You earned it. Show me how sorry you are.
CagedBird
Deeper, please. I don’t want to breathe unless you allow it. Make me suffer for you, Master.
My lungs are burning. I’m not breathing, my body bending to his will even though he’s nothing more than words on a screen.
GentAnon
Swallow everything I give you, and come for me. Now, little dove.
I shatter at the barest brush of my fingers over my swollen clit. Ecstasy crashes through me in vicious waves, and I bite down on my other fist to hold back a scream.
In this moment of cruel bliss, I’m stripped down to my most primal, perverted self. Tears slip down my cheeks as I sob my release. Deep in my soul, I know that this is where I belong: alone in the dark with my shameful secrets.