Chapter 15 #2
Messy like your cum on my skin or messy like you trying to manipulate my mind, trying to trick me into trusting you? With him, I wasn’t sure there was a difference between those two things. I wasn’t sure he was even capable of separating them himself—not with me, anyway.
We were explosive in a bad way. A forest fire swallowing everything in its path.
Mason sent another message before I’d responded to the first one.
Mason : Send me a picture of you. I don’t care what you’re doing in it. I just want to know where you are
I let myself do it, let myself take a picture for him. It was just of my mouth and chin, then my covers tucked up over my chest. My room was dark, so the picture was grainy too. Blue-tinted, hard to see.
Hopefully teasing enough to keep him interested.
Mason : You’re all safe and sound in your bed, huh? I like that. I’m in bed too. Not under the covers, though
My heart fluttered, picturing him laying on a bed, maybe shirtless, maybe hard. I knew what he looked like when he jerked off since he’d done it onto my stomach the first day we met. What would his cum look like on his own stomach?
Me : You send a picture too
I didn’t even know why I was entertaining him, but I couldn’t stop. His photo came in after a second, taken at a similar angle to mine, so I could just see his lips and chin. But I could also see most of his naked torso. Warmth pulsed between my thighs.
The photo was dark, but it looked like he was covered in…bruises. On his ribs, his stomach.
Me : How did you get those? The bruises
Mason : Tell me something about you and I’ll tell you something about me. Gotta be something good this time, though. What do you think about when you’re alone? In the dark?
Me : Bad things
Sweat was making my shirt stick to my back. I’m playing with fire, I thought. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling how sensitive and swollen I was getting, just from thinking about the possibilities of where this conversation could go. Dark places. Places I’ve never dared to go in real life.
But this wasn’t real life, was it? I was safe in my bed. Mason wasn’t here.
He couldn’t do anything to me now.
Mason : Be specific
My hand slipped between my legs, under my sleep shorts, my fingers lightly tracing the slickness and warmth there. I bit my lip. If he was here, I wouldn’t even be considering talking to him about any of this, but he wasn’t. Did that really make it any safer, though?
I imagined his body over mine, his hand covering my mouth, my nose. My nails clawing at him, trying to get him off me. But he wouldn’t get off me. He’d hold me down. He’d choke me, suffocate me, hurt me, hit me.
My fingertip circled my clit and a weak moan escaped me.
I knew what his gun felt like in my hand. The weight, the texture.
I pushed one finger inside of myself, feeling how wet I was. The muscles of my stomach tightened when I curled my finger, pressing it on that sensitive spot deep inside of me. Harsh breaths sawed in and out of my chest.
Me : I can’t be specific
Mason : Then I can’t be specific on how I got the bruises
Me : I want you to hurt me. To force me
The second I sent it, I wished I could take it back. Panic tightened my throat and made my heart beat faster, but I didn’t stop fingering myself. My wet finger slid up to circle my clit and I pushed my head back against my pillow, my nipples tightening against the cotton of my t-shirt.
It was vague enough, wasn’t it? Maybe he’d think I just wanted him to spank me, or fuck me harder than normal. Plausible deniability.
Mason : How do you want me to hurt you? Would you fight back?
I couldn’t say. I was panting.
I thought about when I’d gone into the ocean after him on the first day. When storms were brewing in the sky and I hadn’t known what I was getting myself into. What if he hadn’t grabbed my wrist and pulled me up? What if he’d pushed me down? How would I feel then?
Me : You owe me an answer. How did you get the bruises?
Mason : Fighting strangers. They’ll heal quick. Now tell me what you think about. In your worst fantasies, what’s happening to you?
Me : Goodnight, Mason
My finger circled my clit faster, rubbing over the sensitive flesh. I was getting so close, all my muscles tightening, heat pooling in my lower belly. Don’t let me leave you. Force me to stay here.
Mason : Don’t do that shit. Tell me, Dakota
Me : I’m going to bed
It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest, my pulse flying way too fast. I pushed my finger back inside of myself, then added a second one, my hips rolling on my mattress while I fucked myself. Say something else. Say something bad. Tell me you want to hurt me.
Mason : You either tell me now, and I give you your fantasy when you want it, or I guess what it is and give it to you anyway. Seems like you’d like that regardless.
Yes. I would like that. I shouldn’t tell you that, though. None of this is safe, but I like when you say terrible things to me.
Mason: Do you want me to guess? Would that make you feel better? Pretending it’s all me?
I spread my legs wider, shoving my fingers deeper, angling my palm to rub on my clit. I didn’t respond to him. Just a little bit more…
Mason : I’m warning you. If you want me to guess, I’m not giving you a chance to tell me if I’m right. I’m doing it. And you’re going to have to take every single thing I give you, knowing you could’ve told me what you wanted but you didn’t. Knowing that I control fucking everything. I control you.
My eyes barely reached the end of his message before I was coming, pleasure searing through me, my hips arching off my bed, my fingers gripping my phone tight. Good. Control my whole life.
As I came down from my orgasm, trembling all over, heart racing, my phone buzzed one more time. I stared at the message, something heavy coiling in my gut. Maybe regret. Maybe dread.
I knew I was in over my head when I first met you, but I think I just fucked up by telling you that. I think I really fucked up.
Mason : Be ready, Dakota. I’ll see you soon
When my hand was clean and my eyelids were sliding shut, my phone plugged into its charger and my heart rate back to normal, only one thought was going through my brain. I fucking hope I know how to swim.