Chapter 42

Clara

Three weeks prior

I was seriously regretting signing up to this site. All I’d had were creeps messaging me, asking me if they could sniff my panties, whether I would engage in water sports and what my pussy tasted like. None of them had read my profile properly. Why had I thought I’d find the right man this way?

I didn’t know where else to turn. I was too embarrassed to go to one of those BDSM clubs. Those didn’t really provide what I wanted. I wasn’t looking for a Dom in the traditional sense, just a man who would take control of me. Who’d treat me like I was his to use. Who’d let me be his… whore for one night.

The only reason I’d tried this particular site was because it seemed legitimate. Now I was rethinking that decision. I couldn’t fall at the first hurdle, could I?

I sent a text to my best friend, Finn, since he was the only one who knew about this little endeavour.

Me: Why did you convince me this was a good idea again?

Finn: You need to get laid. You’ve been going on about this shit for years. I’m tired of hearing about how you need to be fucked so hard, your pussy hurts for days afterwards.

I snorted. Finn wasn’t the most subtle of men.

Me: Don’t be disrespecting my needs.

Finn: Honey, you’re not the only one who needs a good pounding.

Me: Oh no, what happened? I thought Julian sounded nice.

Finn: Julian happened to be as thick as two short planks. I just couldn’t.

Poor Finn. He was having a hard time finding anyone. He wanted a real relationship, but I think at the moment, he’d settle for a good, hard fuck any day.

Me: Pity. Did you get to see his dick?

A minute later, he burst into my room with a raised eyebrow, his red hair in disarray. He’d clearly been running his hands through it.

“You need to get cock off your mind, young lady.”

I grinned at him as he sat down on my bed and dragged my laptop towards him. He clicked through some of my messages, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “Oh honey, no wonder you’re on the internet with a pencil dick like that.” I looked over at the screen. Oh, that guy. Gross. “Please tell me that’s not the only dick pic you’ve had.” “He’s one of the better ones,” I admitted.

Finn’s disgusted expression was a picture.

“You’re right, this site isn’t working for you.”

“You think?”

He kept scrolling then he stopped.

“You have an unread one here, looks like it just came in.”

I stole the laptop back, staring at the message. DirtyDom was his username. Well that didn’t exactly inspire confidence. I clicked on it. His message was long. Like really long compared to everyone else. I stared at it for a moment without reading the words.

“Your expression doesn’t bode well,” Finn said, startling me.

“I’m not sure what to make of it… of him.”

I wanted to know exactly who this man was who’d written to me before I read his message. Clicking on his profile page, my mouth dropped wide open when I saw his picture.

Oh. My. God.

He was in profile, but he looked like he’d been sculpted by the gods or something. No one was meant to look that good.

Finn whistled low and I realised he’d leant over to look.

“Honey, that man is the finest specimen I’ve ever seen.”

I couldn’t speak because I was literally too busy drooling. Surely men like him didn’t exist and certainly not on sites like this. My eyes scanned his profile.

He didn’t say too much about himself. Not even his age but judging by his picture, he couldn’t be older than maybe thirty.

“He’s a one night wonder.”

My eyes flicked to what Finn was talking about.

Hard limits:

No more than one encounter.

No married women. No pegging.

The list went on, but I was more interested in why one night was a hard limit for him. Not everyone listed theirs on the site. His profile seemed very straight to the point with no room for misinterpretation. I respected that in a man.

“Clara, honey, this guy sounds too fucking good to be true. What if he’s a total creep and his pictures aren’t real?”

Who knew if he was real or not? He was drop dead gorgeous and judging by his username, dirty too. Isn’t that what I’d been looking for all this time? A man to share my filthy fantasy with.

“I haven’t read what he said to me yet.”

Finn gave me a look and I shrugged. I’d wanted to know who he was first. And judging by his profile, this guy was not messing around.

I clicked back onto his message and tugged the laptop away from Finn’s eyeline. He put his hands up in surrender.

Dear SweetBlondie,

I hope this message finds you well. Your requirements in your profile are very specific. I will get straight to the point. I am interested. Very interested, in fact, in helping you fulfil this fantasy of yours.

Would you be willing to answer some questions for me? I am more than happy to tell you anything you would like to know about me.

First of all, my name is Dominic. I feel we should be on first name terms if we are going to be intimately acquainted in the future. At least, I am optimistic about where this conversation will lead us.

I hope you do not find this too forward or take this as anything but a compliment, but you are a beautiful girl. I wonder about your age since you have not stated it in your profile. I like to make sure I am only speaking with women who can legally consent. Not that I think you are under the age of sixteen, but one can never be too sure over the internet.

I do hope I have not scared you off in any way. I realise there are a number of duplicitous men on this site not to mention those who send highly inappropriate sexual messages. I assure you, I am neither. I merely want to understand what drove you to put yourself out there like this. And, of course, to see if we cannot come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours sincerely,

DirtyDom