Fetch

Chapter 6

I feel ridiculous. There’s no way ComeFindJack11 was being serious, right? And yet here I am, sitting on my couch in a T-shirt and sweats, wearing nipple clamps. Maybe when I fell and tore my ACL, I hit my head too. I must have fucking brain damage. What other logical reason could there be for me acting like a whore with a stranger on the internet?

I make myself a mocktail instead of an alcoholic beverage, testing myself to see if I can act like less of a slut around this man when I’m sober. Although, liquid courage would be helpful right now as I power up my console and my headset, my hands trembling around the controller.

There’s a game already in session when I check the message board, finding a group invite from RageMachine. I draw in a deep breath and click on it.

“Jilly!” Juniper shrieks, always careful to call me by my gamertag when new players have joined. Jack might be the it boy of the gaming world, but he’s still a stranger. I’m grateful she still has some sense about her after calling me out last night for jumping off early.

“What’s up, guys? Miss me?”

Skat and RageMachine both snort at the same time and mumble something about my character slowing them down.

“There she is,” Jack announces.

My belly flips, and I’m suddenly very aware of the cold metal clamps pinched around my nipples. “Hi, Jack,” I say on a breath.

“Did you do that thing I told you to?” His voice is deeper tonight.

“I-I did…”

“What thing?” Juniper squeaks.

Fucking hell. I can’t believe he’s bringing it up already. He has no idea how nosy my friends are.

“I’ll let Jilly tell you.” He chuckles.

“Oh, um. It’s nothing. Jack was just telling me what mods to get for the new gun he gave me.” Please fucking believe me.

“Yeah. Exactly. Now when she pinches the trigger, the bullets release faster. There’s way more kickback, but it’s efficient.” I can hear his muffled laughter. I’m going to fucking kill him.

My cheeks heat. “Yup. Thanks again.”

“Oh, awesome. Have you tried it out yet?” Juniper asks.

The fact that they think we’re actually talking about a weapon mod makes me want to laugh too. But he’s playing a dangerous game now.

“Yeah, try it out, Jilly. Pinch that trigger for me.” Jack snickers.

Fuck. A nervous laugh leaves my throat. “I will for sure. Later. I’m just organizing my skill box right now.”

Skat and RageMachine both boo me. For fuck’s sake.

“Show us now, Jilly.” The tone in Jack’s voice darkens. He’s making his first demand of the night. It sends a spasm to my clit.

A private message from him pops up. Tighten the clamps .

Fuck. “Okay,” I say out loud to the group even though I meant to type it only to him. “I mean. Yes, I’ll show you the new gun mod.”

Jack’s avatar spawns over to my location and drops a package for me. I pick up the new gun and fast travel to the rest of my friends on the map.

“We’re waiting,” he grits out.

“Girl, hurry up. I have to pee,” Juniper whines.

They have no fucking idea what they’re asking me to do. I load the gun and press the trigger button on my controller before tightening each clamp.

Tingles surge through me. I want his mouth wrapped around my nipples, licking the metal that grips them. I want that filthy tongue of his to punish me. Fuck. A whimper escapes my lips.

“You okay?” Skat asks.

“Um, yeah. Sorry, I spilled my drink,” I lie.

“How did that new trigger feel?” Jack asks, his voice thick with lust and ache.

Fuck this. I grab an empty glass and pour a healthy amount of wine into it. “Um… really good. Thank you.”

He chuckles.

“Nice piece. Hey, Jack, can you give me one of those?” Juniper asks.

I almost choke on my wine.

“Sorry, BratBaby. I only had one left.” He chuckles again.

Another private message from him appears on my screen. I know this is making you hot. Take your shirt off until you cool down.

This is insane. Why am I so excited? Fuck me. I take off my headset for a second so I can pull my T-shirt off. Now I’m sitting half-naked on my couch while I play video games with a man I’ve never met.

I reply back. It’s off.

I hear him chuckle again in my headset. I’m quickly becoming his puppet. I feel like I should be more alarmed, but I’m surrendering to the role without hesitating. I’m not sure what that says about me, but at least it keeps me from going out and fucking random dudes.

When I finally look at my phone, it’s almost midnight. We’ve been playing for five hours and I’ve polished off the entire bottle of wine. I’m drunk. And after listening to this man’s voice for half the night, I’m horny too.

By the time we say our goodbyes and everyone starts logging off, my nipples are raw. I need to quench this ache. To feel some sort of release. Once everyone has left the group chat, Jack bursts out laughing.

“Fuck you. I’m taking these off now,” I grumble. The first thing on my list after this is fucking my vibrator senseless.

“That’s not how this works, pretty girl. You’ve submitted to me. And I don’t want you to take them off yet.” He’s breathing heavily into his mic, aroused. “Touch them.”

I lay back against my couch. Droplets of sweat bead down between my breasts. “They’re too sensitive.”

“Mmm, I bet they are. If I was there with you right now, I’d bite them so fucking hard, you’d scream like you were dying.” There’s so much rasp in his voice I wonder if he’s touching himself.

I swallow down the lump in my throat. “This isn’t healthy. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He chuckles. “You’re pissed that I make you cum harder with just my voice than any other man has ever been able to in the flesh.” He lets out a soft moan. “Yeah, I bet your last ex couldn’t even find your G-spot. Isn’t that why you have so many toys, pretty girl?”

Fuck. “It’s none of your business, Jack. I’m taking these off.”

“Not yet. Do you own a mask, Jilly?”

My stomach flips. Halloween is my favorite holiday. I have a whole section in my closet stocked with costumes and masks. “Yeah, why?” I say on a shaky breath.

He purrs into his mic. “I want to see you. Put on a mask and video chat with me before you take those clamps off.”

A tiny chill snakes up my back. This is getting more dangerous. If he turns out to be a psycho, I’m playing right into his hands. But I can’t resist. I want to see him too. Even if his face is covered.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Jack.”

“Don’t you wanna play with me? Show me how good of a slut you are for me.”

Fucking hell. If anyone else called me that, it would be game over. But the way he says it sends a spasm straight to my core. His possessiveness makes me feel protected and desired.

I blow out a deep breath as I make my way to my closet in search of a mask. We’re both quiet as I scrounge through all of them before settling on a creepy plastic baby doll face. I hate that he’s quiet because he knows I’m obeying him.

I put it on and then readjust my headset around it. Shit. Am I really about to do a video chat with this guy I barely know? While wearing nothing but a mask and nipple clamps? It sparks a dangerous streak in me. A fantasy I’ve long had and a kink I’ve always wanted to explore. If it gets too weird, I’ll just block him and log off.

“Okay, Jack. I’ll play. The mask is on.” I set up my webcam on the coffee table, turn it on, and wait.

My stomach knots when the video chat request pops up a few minutes later. My finger hovers over the accept button as I contemplate the line I’m about to cross.

“You already said yes, Jilly. No takebacks.” He snickers.

I hit accept and shudder when I see him. I can tell he’s tall even though he’s sitting down. He’s also ripped. His broad shoulders and thick arms fill out his black hoodie. His glow-in-the-dark mask has x’s over the eyes and mouth. I almost drool.

He unzips his jeans and leans back in his chair. “Jilly girl. So fucking sexy. Come closer so I can see you better.”

I do as he says, mesmerized by him like he’s some sort of dark internet prince. “Can I take them off now?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Yes. You’ve been a good girl.”

As I release each clamp, a rush of blood shoots into my nipples, making them tingle and pulse. I let out a sigh of relief.

He takes out his thick cock and fists it in his gloved hand, pumping it slowly. “I want to suck and bite those perfect red buds. I bet they taste like peaches and cream.”

My body wash is peach. Lucky guess. My mouth salivates as I watch his hand sliding up and down his shaft. I ache to taste him too. Fuck. “Tell me something about yourself, Jack.”

“Get on your knees first. I want to see what you look like when I’m about to fuck your mouth,” he growls.

My breath hitches. I lower myself to the floor in front of the coffee table. “What do you do for a living?”

He pinches the tip of his cock. “Shhh, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Fuck. “But… my mask.”

“Lift it up. Let me see your pretty face.”

Juices leak out from my pussy as I do what he says. This is fucked up on so many levels. And now he knows what I look like. But I can’t say no to this man. Fuck.

“Good girl.” He pumps his cock faster, jerking his hips up and down. “Put two fingers in your mouth and gag yourself. Show me what you look like choking.”

I let out a whimper as I press my fingers all the way back. I convulse and lurch forward, whimpering as I suck my own fingers.

“Oh, yeah, just like that. Mmm, I’m getting so close. I wish I could cum inside that pretty mouth.”

The ache between my thighs grows. I can’t help but whine and moan as I watch him jerk himself off, wishing he was right here in this room with me.

“Such a good little slut. Now take your other two fingers and slide them deep inside your pussy.”

“Oh, shit.” He’s pulling all my strings like a marionette. I’m so fucking hot I can barely breathe. I let out a deep moan as I thrust two fingers inside my wet cunt.

“See how much better I make you? You’re almost perfect, pretty girl.”

The way he degrades me should be alarming, but I can’t stop obeying him. It makes me feel dirty in the best way. “Please, I need to cum.”

“Say my name when you beg me,” he snaps.

I roll my thumb in circles around my clit. “Please, Jack. Can I cum?”

He pumps his cock hard and fast as he grunts. “Again. Make me believe you. I want to hear how badly you need this.”

Fuck. The act is turning me on even more. “Please, Jack. I’m so close it hurts. I need it. Fucking hell. I need to cum. Jack …”

“Fuck,” he grits out. “Cum. Now.”

We both unleash ourselves, our moans drowning the other’s out. I see his cum shoot out as mine instantly soaks my fingers.

“Thank you, Jack. I needed that…”

“You’re welcome, Roxy.”

I freeze, my fingers still inside my pussy. All the hairs on the back of my arms stand up. “What did you just say?”

He sighs. “I said you’re welcome, Jilly.”

I shake my head as he looks right at me through the webcam. “No, you called me something else. Where did you hear that name?”

He leans forward, getting closer to the screen. “You’re confused. That’s how hard I can make you cum. Now go get some sleep. I expect you back here for another game tomorrow night.”

“Jack… I’m not confused. You called me something else. I swear it. What is going on?” I’m fully freaked out now as I pull my T-shirt back over my head, lifting the headset up through it.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, pretty girl. You know that shit is bad for you, right? No alcohol tomorrow night. I want my girl sober next time she cums.”

His girl? He’s a psycho. Fuck. “Okay, Jack,” I murmur.

“I like your mask. It suits you. My little rag doll that I get to undress and position any way I want.”

Another spasm trickles to my core, and I curse myself. Every word and command out of his mouth is a trigger straight to my pussy.

“I have to go to bed now.”

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” He clicks off his camera and logs off.

I’m speechless. All I can do is sit here while my head explodes. I know what I heard. He called me Roxy. How the fuck does he know my real name?

“I swear on Jason Momoa, I never told him your real name, Rox. No one did.” Juniper slips another record in between two others. One of our regulars just dropped off another box of vinyl he found at a garage sale.

“Well, then what the fuck? This is really starting to creep me out.” I chew on the straw of my iced latte.

She snickers. “Why were you on with him after we all logged off anyway? It’s giving secret love affair vibes.”

My cheeks heat. Fuck. “Um. He’s just been helping me with a few things in the game.”

“Bullshit,” she says through a snort. “Your face is as red as this album cover. Spill the fucking tea, bestie.” She holds up a copy of “Rebel Yell” by Billy Idol.

I have been feeling so fucking guilty for keeping this from her. “It’s nothing. We’ve flirted a little.”

She sets the stack down and arches an eyebrow at me. “You’re a terrible liar.”

I blow out a deep sigh. “Fine. He sometimes gets me off. Like we talk dirty to each other.”

Her mouth drops open. “You’re having headset sex with ComeFindJack11?”

“Shhh.” I glance around the store to see both of our customers gawking in our direction. “It’s not sex. Well, it kind of is. He makes me do things…”

Her grin widens. “Ooh, you dirty little slut. What kinds of things?”

I grab her wrist and yank her in the back. “Milo, can you watch the front for us?”

He looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “Everything okay?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “No, we’re both on our periods and need to hold each other to ease the pain.”

His face pales as he rushes to the front of the store without another glance back.

“Okay, tell me everything, bitch.”

And for the next twenty minutes, I do. In detail. It was hard to get most of it out amid her gasps and smart-ass comments. But I finally relay everything that’s happened so far.

She grabs my shoulders and shakes them. “You’ve been holding out on me. I had no idea you were such a freak.”

My cheeks blaze again. “I don’t know what I’m doing. His voice… he makes me do shit I would never do with anyone else. But I’m starting to regret it. I think he might be a little weird.”

She bursts into laughter. “You think? Was it when he made you lick up your own cum that gave you that impression? Or maybe when—”

“Oh my god, stop. I’m already ashamed as it is.” I fold my arms to my chest and pace around our break room.

“Okay, maybe you didn’t hear him right. You were super tipsy and in the throes of an orgasm. Or maybe someone did accidentally call you Roxy, and we just don’t remember. What other explanation is there?”

I chew on my lower lip. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. But I don’t think I’m going to log on tonight. I need a break from whatever this is.”

“Oh, shit!” Milo shouts.

Juniper hisses. “For fuck’s sake, he can’t watch the store for five fucking minutes without me.”

I follow on her heels to find out what his problem is.

“What is it, Milo?” Juniper snaps.

“One of our regulars was robbed and murdered.” He holds up his phone, showing us the news article.

I snatch it from him as soon as I see the picture of the guy. “What the fuck? He was literally just in here that same day.” Barry was a little too chatty but always sweet and polite. I got the sense that he was working his way up to asking me out though.

Milo shakes his head as he takes his phone back. “No witnesses. Poor guy. It’s weird that all they took was the cash from his wallet and his high school football ring.”

My stomach knots. “What do you mean?”

Milo puts his phone back in his pocket. “Well, according to the article, he had another pile of cash lying on his bedside table. And a brand new lifted truck. Seems like a lot of trouble to kill someone over fifty bucks but not take anything else.”

My blood goes cold. I usher Juniper into the back again. “Don’t you think it’s odd that this is the second person who’s died after interacting with me?”

She shrugs. “Not really. There’s no connection at all. It’s shitty but not uncommon for that neighborhood.”

I nod. Maybe she’s right. I’m wound up so tight these days. Ever since the night at Joystick, I’ve been looking for some kind of release or escape. But I don’t trust my own judgment.

“You’re right. I’m being paranoid.” I suck down the rest of my iced latte in one gulp.

“Let’s go out and get fucked up tonight. It will take your mind off everything.”

“That sounds perfect. I could use a few drinks. Thanks, babe.”

“Should I tell RageMachine and Skat why we’re not playing tonight? They might say something to Jack.” She smirks at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Fuck it. I don’t care. He can deal with not tormenting me for one night.”

She laughs. “You mean tormenting your pussy.”

I give her a playful shove. “Enough. See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

As I walk back to my car, I think of Barry again. I can’t believe someone murdered him hours after I talked to him. A chill snakes through me as I check my back seat before getting in. Nothing feels safe anymore.