Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I’m not prepared for this. I haven’t planned what to say, how to act. But as her fingers move across the keyboard, I find myself reaching for my own. Ready to become the persona she knows online, to step into that dark world we’ve created together.
My phone buzzes with a notification. I glance down at my phone, my body tensing. It’s a message from Chloe to WinterWatcher.
Are you there? she types. I can’t sleep and was hoping you’d be awake. Actually, I have no idea where you even live. It could be midday where you are.
I type back, I live in New York. Maybe it’s dangerous sharing that fact about me, but the words come out before I can truly process the ramifications.
Really? Me too.
Part of me wants to backpedal, to lie and say I’m actually in California or Europe. But another part, the part that’s been yearning for a real connection, pushes me forward.
What a coincidence, I type back. Small world, huh?
I watch her smile on the screen, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her computer. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture I’ve seen her do countless times before.
Very small, she replies. What part of New York?
Manhattan, I type. It’s vague enough, I reason. More than a million people live in Manhattan.
I work there. Her excitement is obvious, even through the screen. We could have passed each other on the street and never known it.
If only she knew how many times that has actually happened.
I’ve been thinking of you, I type.
I watch as Chloe’s eyes widen at my words. She bites her lip, hesitating before she responds.
I’ve been thinking of you too, she types back. More than I probably should.
My heart races. This is dangerous territory we’re entering, but I can’t stop myself.
What have you been thinking about? I ask.
There’s a long pause. On the screen, I see Chloe take a deep breath, steeling herself. When her response comes through, it’s more forward than I expected.
About my fantasies. Fantasies that include you.
I swallow hard, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. This is escalating quickly, and a part of me knows I should put a stop to it. But the darker part, the part that’s been watching her all this time, urges me on.
Tell me about these fantasies, I type, ignoring the hardening of my cock.
On the screen, I see Chloe blush. She takes another deep breath before responding.
I imagine meeting you in person, she types. I picture you in a mask. A mask that is almost pagan in style. It will have horns or something demonic in nature. I imagine it covering most of your face. But not your lips.
Go on, I type, my fingers feeling heavy.
I watch as Chloe shifts in her chair, clearly affected by the fantasy she’s sharing. She bites her lip again, a gesture that never fails to drive me wild.
In my fantasy, you approach me slowly, she continues. I can’t see your eyes clearly, but I can feel the intensity of your gaze. You don’t say a word, but your presence is overwhelming. When you’re close enough, you reach out and touch my face. Your fingers are cool against my skin, and I shiver.
My breath catches in my throat. I can almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips, can almost smell her perfume. The line between fantasy and reality is blurring dangerously.
What happens next? I ask, both dreading and craving her answer.
There’s a pause as Chloe considers her words. I watch her chest rise and fall with quickened breaths.
You lean in, she types slowly, and kiss me. It’s gentle at first, but then it deepens. Your hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I reach up to touch your mask, but you catch my wrists, pinning them above my head.
I groan softly, thankful that the walls of the station are thick. The image she’s painting is vivid, and I find myself lost in it. For a moment, I forget about the camera, about the distance between us. In this moment, we’re together, sharing this fantasy.
Do you want me to stop? Chloe asks after a moment of silence.
No, I type back quickly. Don’t stop.
On the screen, I see her smile, a mix of shyness and desire. She takes a deep breath before continuing.
You press me against the wall, she types. Your body is hard against mine. I can feel every inch of you. Your lips move to my neck, and I gasp. Your teeth graze my skin, and I beg you to fuck me. I plead for your cock.
I exhale sharply.
And do I give you what you want?
On the screen, Chloe squirms in her chair, her cheeks flushed. She hesitates before responding.
Not right away, she types. You tease me first. Your hands roam my body, touching me everywhere except where I need it most. I’m whimpering, begging you to take me.