Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Okay. But only if you want to.” Marsh drops his hand from my arm, and…I didn’t expect that. Not as if I need him to give me permission to make a choice, but I wouldn’t have expected him to think there’s nothing wrong with leaving if I want to.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marshall
CravingMore: I’m here, Sir.
FulfillingDominance: Right on time. Good boy.
Following the rules is important to me, and that includes timeliness. If a person is consistently late or missing deadlines, that tells me they don’t respect me and my time. Situations arise, of course. No one is perfect, but I can’t help smiling that the first time I asked him to meet me online, he likely arrived early and sent the message right on the dot.
CravingMore: Thank you, Sir. How was your day?
FulfillingDominance: It was good. Interesting but good.
He doesn’t need to know more than that. At this point in our getting to know each other, I won’t delve into too much detail about my life.
FulfillingDominance: How about you?
CravingMore: Could have been better. I’d rather not discuss it, if you don’t mind. It puts me in a bad mood.
FulfillingDominance: I’m sorry you had a bad day. Is there anything I can do to help?
CravingMore: Can you just talk to me, Sir? That helps to get my mind off everything.
I consider his words for a moment, but it’s impossible to tell much from them. That’s the trouble with messaging this way. You can learn so much about a person by watching them, seeing the movements they make and if their gaze can hold yours, or by hearing the inflection of their voice. I have none of that from CravingMore, yet this pull in my chest tells me he would like more.
FulfillingDominance: Would it help if I told you what I would do with you if you had a bad day and you were mine?
The answer comes back almost instantly.
CravingMore: Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. I would like that very much.
I smile, warmth spreading through me. His desire pleases me, calms the wildness I often feel inside.
FulfillingDominance: Are you okay with some humiliation?
CravingMore: Yes, Sir. I like humiliation and praise. I know it sounds weird that I enjoy both, but I do.
FulfillingDominance: It doesn’t sound weird at all. I like them both. I’m very pleased you do too. You sounded like a needy little slut when you said you’d like me to tell you what I would do with you.
CravingMore: Yes, Sir. If I was yours, I would definitely be a needy little slut for you.
Blood rushes to my groin even though they’re just words on a screen. So much of this is internal for me, so much of it in my head, that I don’t have to see the other person or even hear them—knowing I’m turning him on is the best kind of rush.
FulfillingDominance: That’s good, boy, because you are a needy little slut for me. You’d prove it because the second you came inside my house, I would tell you to strip and you would. You’d rip out of your clothes, already hard because you would need me so badly.
CravingMore: Yes, but no matter how slutty I was for you, I would still be a good boy and do exactly as you said. If you wanted me to take them off slowly, I would because my need to obey is stronger than my need for sex.
Jesus. I press my palm on my cock. Being this turned on is a surprise for me. I don’t typically do this—not the sexting, and definitely not with someone I haven’t met in person. It goes against how I personally Dom, and I can’t quite figure out why I am with CravingMore. I know nothing about him, and yet I want to make him feel better, want to lead him through an orgasm to help take away some of the stress of the day.
FulfillingDominance: You’re pleasing me very much. If at any time you decide you don’t want to do this, just tell me no and we’ll stop. I’m going to tell you what I would do to you if you were with me, and I expect you to do those things like I’m there. Understand?
CravingMore: Yes, Sir.
FulfillingDominance: Now strip. Tell me when you have your clothes off.
I wait, watching my computer screen as if afraid to miss anything by looking away. It doesn’t take long before another message pops up.
CravingMore: I’m naked, Sir.
FulfillingDominance: Where are you?
CravingMore: Lying on my bed.
FulfillingDominance: Kneel on the floor beside it. I’m sitting on the edge of your mattress, boy, naked and waiting.
CravingMore: Yes, Sir. I’m here.
FulfillingDominance: Lean forward. Press your cheek to my thigh and smell me.
CHAPTER FIVE
JT
I stare at the computer screen, reading the words again to make sure I got that right. How does he expect me to do that? There are some things we can fake, but this doesn’t seem like one of them.