Chapter Five — Alex
The second I get home, I go to my bedroom, grab my own vibrator from my nightstand drawer, and type in the URL of an erotic fanfiction website I like to frequent.
I feel almost embarrassed by the fact that I’m using my vibrator after what just happened — but that also kind of makes it hotter.
Whatever. I shake the thought away and hit enter.
Blocked.
What? I’m confused.
I check my phone. I don’t have any app blockers installed. I type in a random website address and get there just fine. Is that just a coincidence?
I type in the erotic literature website again and try. Still blocked. I try typing in a porn website now. Also blocked.
I navigate to my phone settings, and sure enough, there it is. Adult content filter is on. I try to disable it — but there’s a password. I can’t.
I type in my usual password. Doesn’t work. I try something else I sometimes use. Also doesn’t work. What the hell?
I click on the password hint. It says, Naughty girl. By the way, I know you’re trying to bypass this. I set up notifications. Good luck talking your way out of this one.
I’m flabbergasted. I throw my phone on the bed. I can’t believe this. How did he somehow manage to set this up?
I think back to all our time together, and then it hits me: when I was on the couch, naked — I didn’t have my phone at that point. I guess he hacked it or something.
I should have seen this coming, given his background in cybersecurity. I mean — no, I shouldn’t have. It’s objectively crazy for someone to do this.
Fuck. What should I do? Should I phone him, be angry? But then I’d have to admit to looking this up. Although he said he’d be notified anyway — is that true, or is that just a bluff? I don’t know.
I’m still trying to decide what to do when my phone rings. It’s a private number. I somehow know it’s him, though.
I accept the call.
“Naughty girl,” he drawls. “Already trying to touch yourself. You’ve been home for what, less than five minutes? I had no idea you were that desperate.”
“Fuck off,” I growl. “You had no right doing that.”
He laughs. “Oh, spare me. Now what am I going to do with you? You’re insatiable, and you seem to get off on breaking my rules. What do you think an appropriate punishment for a naughty girl like you would be?”
“How about you turn off this adult content filter, asshole?”
“Why? So you can masturbate, you dirty little slut? I don’t think so. I guess you’ll have to use your imagination and think about me pinning down those small little wrists of yours and having my way with you.”
“Yeah, right,” I say. “That’s the last thing I’ll be thinking of.”
“Oh, really? Then why were you desperate to touch yourself less than five minutes after getting home from seeing me?”
“Because you edged me, you asshole,” I say.
“And it worked, didn’t it?” he asks.
I swear, I can hear him smirking through the phone.
“I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” I say.
“How about this,” he says. “I’ll turn off the filters if you do something for me.”
“Oh, and what would that be?” I ask sarcastically.
“Come back over here and finish what you started.”
“You’ll have to be a bit more specific,” I say.
“I want you to bring that smart mouth of yours over here, wrap it around my cock, and shut the fuck up until you’re gagging on my cum. How’s that for specific, sweetheart?”
“I just got back from your place,” I say, avoiding the substance of what he said. “Why don’t you come here?”
“Because I’m busy. And you’re the one who’s asking me for a favor.”
“What, and your time is more valuable than mine?” I ask.
“I didn’t say that. But my time is valuable, and I’m not going anywhere. You can come here, and I’ll turn off the filters. Or you can stay at home and think of me while you touch yourself. Your choice. Take it or leave it.”
“Fine,” I growl.
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, I’ll come over.”
“An Uber will pick you up in a few minutes. I’ll text you the details.”
He hangs up.
I can’t believe I just agreed to that.