Exorcist #2
“Ow,” I cursed. I’d bitten my lip so hard, I tasted copper.
How did he know I hadn’t spread my legs yet?
My dress was hiked up and sat above my waist, my skin hidden by the darkness of my room.
I tapped the flash, lowered my phone, and waited for the lens to focus in on my thighs.
Releasing the button, I smiled as I sent the Snarl.
The seconds ticked by as I waited with bated breath.
Although I didn’t know what it was, there was something I needed.
None of the guys I’d spoken to or spent time with knew what it was.
They couldn’t show me and I wasn’t going to ask.
As those three little dots lit up the screen, I wondered how Dane would respond.
Would he prove me right and notice that I’d disobeyed?
Or would he not pick up on it? And which of the two did I want to happen?
I wanted him to guess it right. I wanted him to know.
I needed Dane to be everything I fantasized about, everything I searched for in the dark romance books I hid beneath my pillow.
As my phone lit up and his message appeared, my eyes hungrily scanned over his words.
Dane: Someone’s been a bad girl.
The sharp inhale of breath I took while reading his message rattled in my chest. My fingers froze over the keyboard as a smile stretched my lips wide. Before I could tap out a response, another message appeared.
Dane: Oh, baby. I can’t wait to have you in front of me.
Me: What for? To give me a pat on the head?
I bit down on my bottom lip. Knowing I was egging him on, I didn’t care. I had been poking the sleeping beast, and now he’d lifted his eyes and reared his head. I had his full attention, and I reveled in it.
Dane: Only good girls get pats and we both know you aren’t.
Me: I can be.
Dane: Mm… Do you want to be a good girl, Vera?
Me: No.
Dane: See? That’s why this works.
Me: And how’s that?
Dane: You don’t want to behave and I want to keep you in line.
Me: In line, huh? That sounds like a red flag to me.
Dane: Let’s not pretend I’m not.
Me: Is this the part where I run?
Dane: Why? Do you want me to give chase?
I burst into laughter, hitting the back of my head against the door.
Me: You’re funny.
Dane: But I made you laugh, didn’t I?
Me: … Yes, yes, you did.
Dane: Mm. That right there is how I know.
Me: Know what?
Dane: That I want you on your knees at my feet. Staring up at me while I feed your smart little mouth my cock. I want to see how pretty you are. Will you cry, or beg for more?
I’d never been so turned on. How is he perfect?
It’s like he ripped free of the pages and walked into my life, ready to make me come harder than any man ever has before.
Us book girlies say we only like them because they’re fictional.
We swear left and right that if anything in our books happened in real life that we’d turn and run in the other direction, but I don’t think that’s true.
Why? Because I was faced with a man who had my alarm bells ringing, but instead of wanting to run away, I wanted to fall to my knees and take whatever he had to give. My body buzzed with excitement.
Dane: Tell me I’m wrong.
Me: Knots.
Dane: Yeah, I have one of those. Tell me, Babygirl.
Me: You’re wrong.
Dane: Don’t lie to Daddy.
Me: Fine. You’re right.
Dane: Tut tut. Say it properly.
Me: You’re right, Daddy.
Dane: What am I right about?
Me: I want to gag on your cock, Daddy.
Dane: Mm… There we go.
Me: Did you like the pic?
Dane: I always like looking at what’s mine.
Me: I want one of you.
Dane: But you didn’t do what I asked.
Me: But I want you.
Dane: Mm… why don’t you tell me what you want to see?
Me: I want you to send me a pic of your fingers wrapped around your fat cock.
A new Snarl popped up and I clenched my thighs.
I swallowed and pressed the little square.
I quickly tapped on it and a picture popped up.
I tapped on it to hold it open. The picture he sent was a reflection.
He took it in front of a mirror. The lights were on and I got a clean shot of his abdomen to his thighs, fully covered in ink.
Tatted fingers wrapped around his length, his thumb pulled down on one side of his tip, opening the slit there for me to see the pre-cum beading there.
My mouth watered instantly, a low moan vibrating in my throat.
He was a masterpiece of ink and muscles.
A new Snarl notification popped up at the top of my screen and I exited out to read his message.
Dane: What else do you want to see, baby girl?
Me: I want to watch you stroke it.
Dane: Yeah?
Me: Mm-hmm.
Dane: Would that please you?
Me: Yes.
Dane: Did you get everything you needed from sucking off that guy earlier?
Me: Where is this coming from?
Dane: Not from a place of anger. Answer me.
Me: I didn’t get what I needed, but I enjoyed pleasing him.
Dane: Were you wet?
Me: I was needy.
Dane: Mm… you didn’t answer me.
Dane: Were. you. wet?
Me: No.
Dane: Would sucking me please you?
Me: Yes, because I want to see.
Dane: What?
Me: I want to know what you look like when you come undone. I want to see the expression you make when you empty down my throat.
Dane: And then what?
Me: What do you mean?
Dane: And then what would you like?
Me: I…
Dane: Would you be wet? If I fucked your throat and came. Would you be wet?
For you.
Me: Yes.
Dane: And then what would you like?
Me: I’d want you to return the favor.
Dane: Words. How can I know what you want if you don’t tell me?
Me: I want you to fuck me the only way you can.
Dane: See. I would but…
Me: But what?
Dane: But you’ve been a bad girl.
Me: So punish me.
Dane: That’s what I’m doing.
Me: By not playing with me?
Dane: Yes.
Me: I could just find someone else to make me feel good.
Dane: You could, but…
Me: But what?
Dane: They can’t make you feel as good as I can.
Me: Damn it. I want you.
Dane: So let’s make it happen.
I bit my lip, my thumb hovering over the screen. I was trapped between being terrified by how much I wanted to meet him and the physical ache of needing to see him.
Me: Are you serious?
Dane: Yeah. I want to see you. Let’s meet up.
Me: Okay. We’ll plan something.
Dane: When?
Me: I’ll let you know.
Dane: Mm… I look forward to seeing you on your knees, Babygirl.
Me: Sigh.
Dane: Are you pouting?
Me: Yes.
Dane: Why?
Me: I don’t want to wait.
Dane: You’re the one who’s got the power here. You let me know when and I’ll be ready.
Me: Okay. I’ll get back to you.
Dane: Good. I like you needy.
Me: I bet.
Dane: ??
Me: ??
Dane: Get some sleep and no touching.
Me: That’s not faaaiiirr.
Dane: I want you needy.
Me: hmph.
Dane: Trust me.
Me: Mm… fine.
Dane: Goodnight, Babygirl.
Me: Goodnight…
Dane: ??
He was demanding and I liked it. What I didn’t like was that I wanted to listen, to be needy when I crawled into bed.
I wanted to wait until I saw him again. It was like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over my head.
I was drenched. We hadn’t even seen each other yet and already he had this much sway over me.
I was in trouble.
I dropped the phone. Lifting my chin, I stared into the darkness.
I was back in this room where unspeakable things had happened to me, but still, it was my only safe haven.
I breathed carefully. Now that my focus wasn’t on Dane, you’d think I’d spiral again, but that wasn’t what happened.
I was too sexually frustrated to hear the thundering clouds of my depression.
I usually couldn’t outrun it, but tonight, they were held at bay by the heat of a single image and the weight of a stranger’s words.
Dane is going to wreck me.
I pushed off the floor, and walked to the bed.
The same one he’d held me down on. I pulled the sheet back and crawled into the safe space where I’d once been held down, but the air didn’t feel as thin tonight.
I buried my face in the pillow, replacing the stale memory of Amos with the vivid, tatted man I barely knew.
I let my mind drift to those muscular arms and the heat of thighs I wanted to feel beneath me.
For the first time in years, the shadows in the corners of the room didn’t look like monsters.
I fell asleep with the taste of a smile on my face.