Silly me, thinking this would be quick or easy. What it is is time-consuming—and fascinating. One blog post leads me to another, which then leads me to an entire website dedicated to kink, fetish, and BDSM. I had no idea there was even a difference between them. It looks like I have a lot to learn.
It’s not only preparation for tonight that keeps me clicking and scrolling, reading until my eyes burn from staring at a screen for hours on end. It’s not only that I want to do the job tonight. I’m genuinely interested because I did get off a little bit on being bossed around last night. The last thing crawling around on all fours while wearing a blindfold should’ve done is arouse me, but that’s exactly what it did. Being called all kinds of degrading names, hearing their laughter. I should have hated it, but the opposite was true. Until Arden got forceful, I liked it.
If I knew the tone would shift that suddenly, I might not have freaked. I might’ve let things continue. I could have all the money I need right now.
One thing is for sure: these images and descriptions of submissives being pushed around and used like a toy have me almost soaking wet by the time I get in the shower to prepare myself physically for tonight. The telltale moisture in my panties when I take them off before showering makes me bite my lip.
I can smell your pussy from across the room, slut.
A shiver runs through me at the memory of Ranger’s growl last night. At the time, I didn’t know it was him, but after spending more time talking, there’s no doubt in my mind. I wonder what he would do with my panties now if he was here. Maybe lift them to his nose and inhale my aroma.
I’m aching by the time I step into the tub, my heart racing, my body yearning. I’m not afraid anymore, the way I was last night. Now, I can’t wait. I want to see how far they’ll make me go. I want to know what it feels like to have their hands all over me. I want them to use me for their pleasure. All this time, someone made me feel like they were the only one who would ever want me. Like I was a useless nobody.
Those guys last night wanted me before I ever took off my clothes. The way their dicks stirred in their pants—I noticed. It would’ve been impossible not to. I close my eyes as the first streams of hot water hit my skin, sighing when it trickles over my tight nipples. There’s a powerful feeling under all this. They might be telling me what to do, but they’re weak for me, too. And they were disappointed as hell when I ended things. Because they wanted me. They wanted to fuck me, to fill me.
I slide a hand down my stomach, cupping my mound before parting my lips. What will it be like to have them all over me? Licking, sucking, and touching every part of my body? I gently pinch my clit between two fingers and imagine Ranger sucking on it, while, with my other hand, I fondle my tits and imagine Dash groping me. My tongue runs over my lips, only it’s Arden’s tongue getting me ready before plunging his thick, rigid cock into my mouth.
All of them at once, using all of me.
I come suddenly, shuddering violently while my fingers continue working my clit. Imagining them pushing me on more, challenging me to see everything my body is capable of. Calling me a slut, laughing at me, forcing me to suck them off, to use my hands on them. To spread my legs and let them eat me, fuck me, pound into me until I scream their names.
My body tenses, my head falling back as I gasp for air, my fingers pumping in and out of my dripping pussy. Yes, yes, I want this. I want more. I want them to use me and make me scream for them when I come.
I don’t scream now, though. I bite my lip, holding back the high-pitched wail threatening to tear itself from deep inside me as I come again. The tension eases, the filthy fantasy images fading to nothing. I open my eyes to find myself back in this dingy shower with crappy water pressure.
But it won’t be long before fantasy becomes a reality.
This time, I’ll be ready for them.